Seconds Away

Becky screamed aloud, knowing that death was only seconds away, whether from his strangling hands or his ripping prick, and she knew that not even her dying would prevent him from working his foul designs upon her. The tempo of his cock-jabbing increased steadily, and she felt his belly pounding against hers on each thrust. Almost before she knew it, however, she realized that she was not going to die-that her pussy was not torn asunder-that indeed, her hips were playing their own counterpoint melody to his furious fucking. Her vagina, already fitting his penis like second skin, sought to tighten itself round his driving length, as if the closeness of the fit already were not enough to kill her. As he stabbed her again and again she was beginning to contribute her own exertions to the operations, surprised to find that once the initial pain bad been absorbed, there was a strange new quality, almost pleasant, to this experience. His cock head slid deeper and deeper into her canal, and as his thrusts continued she felt less and less pain, aware that her cunt was lubricating itself as he penetrated it, giving him a smoother road for travel on every stroke ...»