"Damnit, Karen… I've got to have you! I can't wait any longer!"

"No, Jeff… Oh, no, darling… we can't! You know we can't…" she gasped back at him, the full realization that it was all out of control suddenly hitting her with full impact. She let go of his prick and thrust her hands between them, shoving against his chest and clamping her thighs tightly together, locking his imbedded finger deep in her cunt. She tried to squirm her buttocks down into the seat to rid her vagina of the invading finger even as she held it securely inside her with her tightly braced thighs. Her mounting consternation of moments before had abruptly transformed into sheer dread. A loathsome feeling of repugnance over their dangerous performance caused a wave of near-panic to seize hold of her, to the point where she barely knew what she was doing, and suddenly she was clawing at him while her hips squirmed wildly beneath him, his finger still buried deep up into her vagina.

"Oh… Oh, damn you… damn you, Jeff Lewis! Stop! No, no, stop, I tell you!" she half-screamed into his face.

He'd made no verbal response, she well remembered, but the mask of lust contorting his handsome features sent a shock of utter horror surging through her. She had tried to reason with him, but suddenly he had jerked his hand from between her legs and was forcing her thighs open to him, digging his fingers brutally into their soft tender flesh, his teeth clenched, his lips bared back like an attacking, feral animal.

"Oh God, not… no, Jeff! Please… please don't!" she cried, writhing and flailing furiously beneath him, but she'd been no match for his lust-crazed strength.

In her frantic squirming and kicking she had scissored out her legs, sufficient for him to slam his hips down heavily between them, until she quickly found herself pinned under his weight, her full wide-splayed thighs open defenselessly to him, her fear-quivering buttocks secured tightly to the seat.