"Yeah," he said, "that's better."

Then, he climbed on top of me, pressed the swollen head of his cock against my cunt and started to shove it into me.

Well… he didn't shove it into me yet… he just shoved. My hole was just too tiny and narrow to let him in.

But that didn't stop him from trying.

He was a hard bastard, and stubborn, and he didn't even make an attempt to be gentle, to try to work it in a little bit at a time.

He just shoved.

In fact, that's as good a phrase as any to describe Johnny's approach, not only to sex, but to the whole world.

If it won't fit, force it.

He forced it all right.

He forced the tight hole between my thighs to open, even though there was no way that it should have happened.

The pain was the worst thing that I'd ever experienced in my life… worse than anything I'd have imagined possible.

He never stopped, either. No point where he rested a moment, maybe pulled back on his cock to spread the juice around, (for there WAS juice inside my pussy, and lots of it), nothing like that at all.

He just rammed onward, deeper and deeper and deeper, until I felt that huge, mushroom-shaped glans pressing against the back wall of my pussy.

That was a shock.

I'd never really known how deep my cunt was before.

Clyde's cock had never shown me, that was for sure.

I'd played with myself, stuffed things into myself, but I'd never plumbed the depths of my cunt to see how much cock it could hold.

I'd never had a cock that needed to find out.

Now, I knew how deep my cunt was.

I could feel the entire inner chamber for the first time in my life… and the amazing thing was, when I brought my fingers up to the opening, I could feel that there was still some of Johnny's cock left on the outside.

"I guess I'm too small, huh?" I said.