I didn't like it, but I knew that I couldn't do anything about it.

But damn it, I thought, I wasn't going to come.

That would have been the supreme humiliation.

To have an orgasm in the midst of such awful torture. That would have been my own body insulting me… forcing me to view humiliation and pain as pleasurable.

It had happened once before, but I was determined to control it now.

But of course, Johnny had a surprise in store for me.

Suddenly, he threw his belt down onto the ground and unzipped his fly.

I didn't have a chance to protest, to even make a sound before his cock was out and he was pressing it against my cunt.

I moved instinctively, I moved without thinking.

We'd already fucked that night (as he'd so crudely admitted to his friends) but now, there was a fire in my cunt and a throbbing erection between his legs that went past any ordinary fuck.

He shoved it into me and met with no resistance.

Spreading the hole of my cunt wide, he rammed it all the way in… all the way to the bottom… and he filled me completely.

My muscles were already spasming out of whack, and now, as his cock rammed into my cunt, they went totally berserk, the muscles along my pussy wall in particular.

I felt my cunt gripping his cock like never before, as if I was trying to organically fuse him to my pussy walls.

Harder and harder… he pulled out… he plunged back in… I let out a long, low moan… And we came.

It felt like we'd both been consumed by flames… I felt myself spinning… spiraling up or down, I couldn't tell which… twisting… turning…

I was a mass of pain… but now… all the pain had magically been turned to erotic stimulation… arousal… pleasure…

It was a pleasure that made me feel like one of the damned.

But I couldn't deny it or turn it away. All I could do was to thrust my hips back at him, force his cock to plunge to the deepest point in my cunt and fill me totally.