That was the spot that was the most hurt by the entry of that massive cock.

Then, he reached the opening of my cunt with his glans, and I braced myself for another harsh plunge.

It came, about as I'd expected it would.

A quick jabbing thrust sending the full length of his cock plunging back into me.

I screamed, and I felt something inside me tear.

I was certain that he'd gotten the angle wrong that time and that he'd pierced the wall of my cunt.

But he just laughed.

"You worry too much," he said.

"Oh God, it hurts, it hurt… it hurts so bad…"

"Yeah? Well, a little pain's good for you. It never hurt anyone."

"Johnny… why are you doing this?"

I still didn't understand that. I would have probably fucked him anyway… maybe not that night, but I'd have given in. That's the reason I went out with him in the first place, because I wanted a guy who would treat me like a sex object for a change.

But of course, all of those thoughts had been forgotten when he started to attack me.

Suddenly Clyde had started to look real good again.

I felt his cock savage the inside of my cunt, and then do it over and over and over.

Harder. Faster.

Faster still.

Harder and harder…

I could see that there was a look of demented determination on his face. He was breathing hard… and there were strange gurgling noises coming from his throat.

I have to say, the man scared me to death.

But there was something else, along with the fear, and up until now, it had been obscured in the blast of adrenalin that had been flowing through my veins, the gut-wrenching panic that seized me like a cold, icy fist.

Now… I realized that there was also a sensation of heat.

In the depths of my cunt… along the surface… between my pussy lips…

I felt my clit give out with a twinge every time his cock pulled out, or shoved back in.