Muffled gasps
As she broke away once again she cried, “That’s not your finger!”
“No, it is something even better,” he answered as his swollen,
rigid tool, measuring nearly three inches in diameter steadied on
course.
Frantically she tried to extricate herself from the weight of Jim
and the pinioning effect of the monstrous steel rod, the ruby red
head firmly lodged in place. Her desperate struggles were easily
contained by the advantage of position and weight and with each
movement to free herself of the rigid pole pulsing with blood and
lust the stark penis seemed to creep in slightly. A cry of rage
and dismay nearly escaped Sandy lovely lips, but a hastily place,
yet passionate, kiss muffled any further outcry.
This was not what she had wanted or expected, yet there was no
pain. A friendly and kindly path had been prescribed. Her
honey-juices, so amiably and free flowing minutes ago, did not
seem to wish to subside. A strange feeling, nearly released
twice before, moments ago, seemed to be taking over her body.
Not only was she being forcibly raped by a friend, but her body
was giving up the fight. Inch by inch the magnificent stallion
of a phallus surged forward to the task at hand as her muffled
gasps became quieter and less violent.