Jodie

Jodie's nostril's flared as a scent made its way into her sensesspicymasculine! What? She started to swing around to her left as a dark shadow crossed her vision and a hand, a soft leather gloved hand, covered her mouth squelching a scream still in her throat. In panic she saw a tanned arm covered with light golden hairs come around from behind, circle her waist and pin her arms to her sides.

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"No! I won't!"

She struggled against him but he held her up, reached behind her, unzipped the top of her dress, unsnapped the clasp on her brassiere and pulled the tiny straps from her shoulders and down to her elbows as she sat there glaring at him in the darkness. He tugged on the straps as she crossed her forearms then relented as he forced her arms apart. She crossed her arms together over her chest as he pulled the straps down and moved his hands below her armpits and pulled the dress up over her head. He forced her down, his face in her neck, his hands moving over her upper body and arms and into her hair and across her face.

She held his head and fought to keep his face from her chest but he overpowered her arms and took a breast in his mouth and worried the nipple with his tongue. She tried to fight the urge to push her breast against his face. His hands were on her body, everywhere, confusing her as she resisted and tried not to respond but he was gentle and rough and kind and harsh and she stopped fighting and gasped as he overwhelmed her senses.

She felt his hands touch her arms and her face, his fingers in her hair and down her arms again to her ribs and her waist and her stomach and her hips and her thighs. He used an arm to hold her away and his hand went to her belly button, to her abdomen, beneath the elastic of her panties and she felt his hand cover her and touch her and penetrate her. She squirmed and wiggled and resisted and moved her legs but he kept his hand there and crossed a leg over hers to quiet her and then he stopped moving and lay still.

The sobbing was only half pretend but the tears were for real as she pleaded with him. "Please don't do this to me. Please stop. I won't tell anyone if you just leave right now; oh, please!"

But he didn't stop. She felt the probing finger within her and another pressure above as he explored the folds and crevasses until he found the little lump of flesh. She gasped and moaned as he touched her.

"Oh! Please! Don't do that!" she gasped.

She couldn't resist as he used his other hand to lift her leg up and over his thigh and sighed again as he brought his thigh up between her legs against the back of his hand. He moved slightly then pressed his thigh and his hand firmly against her. She moaned and fought the urge to respond to the pressure. He moved against her again and again with a slow firm pressure... and release, press and release.

'I won't, I won't, I won't!' she said in her mind. But her body did and her hips moved to meet the rhythmic motion against her. "Oh, God, Oh, no... no... no..." Her body rose and arched and held against his leg and then she fell back, panting and gasping her arms and legs loose and flaccid.

"You bastard!" She hissed when her breathing had slowed. "Why did you make me do that? Oh! I'm so ashamed. Why don't you go ahead and do it, get it over with and get out of here, leave me alone! Oh, please just go away!"

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