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…

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…"