And then she knew he was slipping off his swimming trunks. She could feel that one of his hands that had been kneading her desire-flooded cunt was away and struggling to lower his swimsuit. She tried to protest, but her voice froze in her tightly constricted throat. Spread-eagled, her legs wrapped around the determined man's hips, she could only stare up along the valley between her erotically pulsating breasts with tear moistened eyes.
Then she saw Russ Redford finally manage to drop his swim trunks down around his ankles, exposing his flushed blood-hardened erection. The heavy shaft of adult male flesh hovered rigidly from his hirsute loins, its blunt purplish head spearing toward her wantonly flaring cunt mouth, the huge, sperm swollen testicles hanging pendulous and sensate at its base. She could feel the thick rubbery tip of his swollen penis pressing forward against the naked lips of her wide-splayed pussy, and she knew it was bloated with sexual ecstasy – an ecstasy she was still mortally afraid to accept… for just then her thoughts returned to Randy Newhouse, how she had opened her naked thighs wide to him and how he had hurt her, both physically and emotionally.
"Stop it! Stop it!" she cried out, thrusting her hands against the dresser top and writhing to lift herself, nearly delirious with her last defiant rejection of a man's sexual penetration. "Oh Lord, let me up! Let me gooooo!"
"Goddamnit!" Russ growled back. "It's too late to back out now, Suzie!" He finger fucked her faster with his middle finger, which was still continuing its passion-arousing rotation deep around in her opening-spread pussy. He teased the nub of her erect clitoris and moved still closer, leaning over her to hold her flat to the desk, his mouth trying to close over hers to choke off her cry of protest.