Well… maybe I was being a little melodramatic, but I knew that Clyde cock had never been that big… and I didn't think that cocks could grow that big.
Ten inches.
That's what it was.
A ten inch cock. Two inches across.
My pussy was already screaming in pain, just from the thought of that thing pressing into it… squeezing against it.
I felt him pull my legs apart, and suddenly, in a fit of blind panic, I started to scream, babbling incoherently, and struggling.
He reached between my legs, grabbed a handful of my pubic hair and started to pull on it.
"Ease up, Doll," he said calmly. "I can get mean. Really mean. I don't want to… but I will."
I kept on shouting, screaming… crying… babbling, and then, he slapped me.
Not on the thigh… not on my ass… but on my cunt. Brought the backs of his fingers down sharply across my wet, exposed slit.
It was like he'd pounded a sharp spike into my cunt.
I screamed, even more loudly, but I stopped struggling.
"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.
That, of course, was a mistake.
"You don't think I'm through with you, do you?" he said.
I didn't have any response to that, but I knew what was coming.
It was.
He just leaned all his weight against his cock, pressing it against the bottom wall of my cunt well, and I just knew it was going to split open.
But I got my first lesson in what the body is able to tolerate, that evening.
The walls of my cunt are much more elastic than I'd realized, and the thing hurt like hell, pressing against me, but it didn't split me open, the way I'd feared.
It stretched me.
And stretched… and stretched… and stretched…
I screamed… I was writhing beneath him… squirming hard.
The pain was like sharp razor blades slicing through the inside of my pussy.
I couldn't stand it, but there was nothing I could do to make it stop.
He kept pushing… and finally, to my amazement, I began to feel something new.
It was a light tapping sensation… and it was slapping against my cunt slit… and I realized then that it was the sack of his balls. He had pushed his cock all the way into my cunt!
"There you go," he said, sounding pleased with himself. "I knew you weren't too tiny."
I don't remember what I said. I just know that I was incoherent from the pain, and still totally dazed from shock and fear, and disbelief that this was really happening to me.
Then he said, "Now, you're going to feel what a real cock is like fucking you."
He raised his ass up off my body, pulling his cock out with it.
That huge meat roll scraping back over my tortured cunt walls hurt almost as much going out as it did going in.
But it did accomplish one thing, and that was to spread the thick juices that had accumulated inside my pussy all over the walls, and particularly along the rim of my cunt hole.
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.
I hadn't been paying any attention to it, but now, there was no longer any way that I could ignore it.
I felt the juices inside my pussy, and they had grown so thick, the initial sensation of rubbing and scraping had largely given over to a feeling of pleasant friction… a friction that was almost perfectly suited to the sensitivity of her cunt walls.
In and out… in and out…
He was going as fast as ever… and as hard as always… but somehow, it didn't seem as mean… it didn't seem as horrible… I was… (have you guessed) starting to enjoy it. And the sensation crept up on me so insidiously that I wasn't even aware of the fact till long after it had me locked in its grip, as helplessly captive as when I'd been paralyzed by fear.
I felt the sensations gathering now, all of then starting to focus directly on my pussy.
With every stroke of his cock, I had a feeling of floating… of being swept up into the air… of being carried higher and higher…
The juices from my pussy were covering my cunt… my thighs, my pubic bush… his pubic bush…