We were slipping and sliding against each other… we were grinding our hips against each other… and I realized then that I was helping him along. It was no longer Johnny raping me… we were both fucking each other.
As his cock plowed down into my cunt, I was raising my hips, thrusting them up at him to increase the pressure of his cock as it slammed down into my hole.
I moved with him, matching him thrust for thrust… and with each stroke, I was moving closer and closer to madness.
I started to scream again, but this time, I wasn't screaming for him to stop.
I didn't realize exactly what I WAS saying until after I'd been babbling the words for a while.
"Don't stop," I gasped. "Don't stop. Please… don't stop. Oh, don't ever stop…"
And suddenly, we both realized what was happening… and I think he was just as shocked as I was.
"What the fuck did you say?" he asked in disbelief.
"Don't talk. Fuck," I said.
"Look," he replied, starting to sound annoyed, "no bitch gives me instructions…"
"Either fuck me or let me go, asshole, but shut up! All right?"
He shut up… and he fucked.
Like a man possessed.
I came in a wild fury of muscle spasms and sloppy wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of the mushy swamp of my aroused pussy flesh. He came with me… I don't suppose he was able to hold back once he felt my hips starting to go crazy. I slammed them against him twice for every single stroke of his cock by that time. I was totally out of my head. Totally crazed. And beyond sensation. I was delirious.
"Yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes…" I said, over and over.
He just stared down at me, still looking dazed, while his cock spurted into my cunt.
I felt the juices getting much thicker, and now it was all my own hip movement that was keeping the friction and the sensation alive inside my pussy.
He was acting like he was too shocked to move. I don't suppose that was exactly the attitude he was looking for, but I didn't care. I was coming harder, and it was lasting longer, than had ever happened before in my life.
Nothing was going to interfere with my pleasure.
Not even his cock.
His jism was starting to squeeze out the side of his cock, oozing between his cock and the rim of my cunt hole, and I ran my fingers along the edge, letting the goo gather on the tips.
Then, once more to his wondering eyes, I licked my fingers clean.
I didn't care what he thought.
If he couldn't handle it, he had no business fucking me in the first place.
I was hot… aroused, and I felt raunchy, dirty, filthy, and I didn't care who knew it.
"You look surprised," I said after we finally slowed down to catch our breath.
"Yeah…"
"Why?"
"Why do you think?"
"Don't know. That's why I asked, dumb fuck."
Earlier, that would have probably earned me a black eye. Now, I could say anything I wanted and he didn't dare net mad.
I had learned a very important lesson. I wasn't sure what it was, exactly… I mean, I hadn't exactly put it into words… but I knew that it might be useful.
Unfortunately, I also had a lot more to learn… all of it about Johnny.
And I learned it too. Very rapidly.
PART TWO
But of course, I couldn't have told Mary Beth that. No one knew. No body had any idea that Johnny had raped me on our first date… and that I'd come so hard that I made him fuck me again that night before taking me back… and that I'd tried to suck him off as we drove home that night but his cock wouldn't get hard after coming twice in less than an hour.
I'd spent the rest of that night in a kind of dream world. I couldn't believe what had happened.
I couldn't believe I'd acted the way I had.
But… like Mary Beth is always fond of saying… truth is truth, and you can't have opinions about truth.
It had happened… but so had many other things since then.
And it was those things that Mary Beth was talking about when she told me that I was a fool to stay with Johnny.
"Tommy Allen wants to take you to the spring dance, Junella, and I think you'd be a fool to turn him down."
"Mary Beth, Tommy Allen's a nice boy. I like him. We have a lot of fun in study hall. Why ever would I do something mean to him like go to the dance with him?"
"I don't get it."
"Mary Beth… if I told Tommy Allen that I was going to the dance with him, are you saying that Johnny wouldn't find out? Don't be silly. And if Johnny finds out, are you saying he wouldn't beat Tommy so bad he'd never be able to walk or talk right again? Don't be even sillier. It wouldn't be fair to Tommy. Besides, if I try to break up with Johnny, you know what he'll do to me… and I don't need that, thank you."
"You are a fool! You are a little, brainwashed fool! This is 1983, for God's sake. What's it take to bring you up to date. Women have been fighting for their rights, Junella. Go buy a newspaper. They talk about it all the time. It's okay for us to come now when we fuck, and it's okay for us to say that we don't like getting our lips split wide open just because we don't want to go out with a guy. They call them laws, Junella, and they're meant to protect us."
"Bullshit. They'll punish Johnny, maybe, if he does something to me, but there isn't a thing in the world that'll protect me if he decides that I'm two-timing on him. He'll kill me, Mary Beth, and you know it."
I knew it too.
It had nearly happened once before.
I'd thought about leaving Johnny… and I couldn't. I mean… I loved him… I thought.
I loved his cock. I know that.
But there were things that he'd do to me that I just didn't like too much.
Like the time we were at the Kwikburger, and he was drunk as usual, and we were eating hamburgers and drinking our milk shakes, and Hank and Bill and T-Bird pulled up next to Johnny's car.
Now, the Kwikburger is just about the only spot in town where you can go after a date, unless you want to drive over to Center City, and no one did that on a week night, so there were a lot of cars there… and I knew just about everyone.
"What's happening, folks," said Hank, sticking his head in the window on my side.
"Just having a little snack," I said, being polite. I wasn't real fond of Johnny's friends, but I knew better than to make a big scene about it.
He wouldn't be real nice to me if I talked down about his friends to him.
They knew that I didn't like them too much either… but they were polite enough to me… until that night, anyway.
Johnny finished chewing up what was in his mouth and then he said to me, "That's not what they're talking about. They can see we're having a snack. They want to know what we was doing before we came here."
I smiled my prettiest. I was pissed inside, but I knew better than to show it.
"We went out for a ride."
"Yeah," said Johnny, "and after we rode around for about five minutes, we got to where we were going and then we fucked."
The three of them started to snicker. Bill said, "Oh, gosh… I reckon we shouldn't have pried, huh?"
"Why not. I did. Hey Junella, show them your hickey."
Well, my cheeks were already burning, and I was just about fit to be tied, and I got real pissed and just up and poured my Coke over Johnny's head.
Bill and Hank and T-Bird just stared in silence, saying nothing at all. Everybody knew about Johnny's temper.
I turned to Hank and I said, "Would you please get out of the way of the door. I'm getting out."
"The fucking hell you are," said Johnny, calm as he could be.
"Don't you say a word to me, Johnny Waddell! You're an uncouth pig, and you aren't fit to be let outside without a leash and a muzzle."
And then, I slapped him.
By this time, some other people nearby noticed what was going on.