"Pussy. Nice, hot pussy for me," Mike gasped. "Pussy," the girl repeated, sucking in air through her mouth with a wheezing sound.
Christina loved the sensation of having her pussy-lips rubbed together. As the sensitive flesh was rubbed and heated, she started kissing Mike back when he dropped his face a third time. All fighting was just about over. Her hands flew around his thick neck and pulled him closer, tighter. Yes, she wanted to be violated by this man, humiliated by him, dragged through the dirt by the hair for him!
"Ohhhh!" Christina moaned. Mike had pulled away from her and was trailing his tongue down her throat, over to her shoulders, back to the center of her chest, moving down to her tits. The sharp bristly sensation of his unshaven chin against her flesh made her wild with sensuality.
He paused for a second over one hard-tipped tit mound, then opened his mouth and engulfed her red, half-inch long nipple.
"Ummmmmmm!" Christina moaned, moving her head back and pushing it into the soft sand. She loved the sensation of his hot, soft lips moving over her hardened nipples. His tongue slid over and over the tender knob, sanding it deliciously, laving it with spit. Using his hands and mouth, Mike worked over her flesh until the girl gasped for relief.
"Time now, baby, time to shove my cock into you. Gonna find out if you're a virgin like I think or not," Mike growled.
That decision made Christina come up short. Fucking? She'd begged for it. But now reality was just around the corner. The girl felt terror grip her heart and mind again. Christina protested, pushing her hands against Mike's broad shoulders. But it was futile. In spite of her fears, she wanted to feel that cock as badly as Mike wanted her to.
"Cop a feel, baby," he said, reaching between their sweaty bodies and wrapping his fingers around her wrist. "Go on, take a good feel of what's gonna split your little ol' cunt in two."
She groaned, jerking her head away as he moved her fingers down to his crotch.
"Oh!"
It was as if he'd forced her to touch a burning stove. That… thing jumped when her fingertips brushed his silky, greasy dick-head.
"No, no, I can't!"
But Christina felt thrills shoot through her when she felt his fat cock dancing over her belly as her fingers rubbed up and down its full length. It was hot, slippery and wet – just like her pussy-lips. The young blonde gasped, once again wondering how something that long would be able to fit inside her without causing damage. "Just a sec."
Mike pulled back, kneeling in front of her. His fat, sausage-like dick stuck out from his crotch like a barber pole. He pulled his jacket off, laying it carefully down on the sand next to his hat. She stared up at the naked, powerful man towering over her. He was just a silhouette now, all details of his facial features obscured by the darkness. He seemed to her now like a demon from hell, something risen from the bowels of the earth to destroy her. A shudder of horror ran through the girl's loins.
"No!"
But Mike was in full control now. He pushed forward with his hairy ass, lying back on top of her and cementing his mouth back onto hers. Christina could feel her cunt-lips peeling back, getting ready to receive the biker's throbbing cock.
"Feel it honey? Feel it? Man, it's gonna slip right in."
Christina's clit burned and throbbed. She felt Mike's dick-head slip up higher against her inner thighs, snaking up and up until it was brushing against the bottom junction of her cunt-lips. Groaning, the young woman shoved her legs apart even more and raised her knees slightly. She shivered, feeling her pussy-lips unstick and pull completely apart. Mike grunted with satisfaction, repositioning himself, then shoving down hard.
"Ohhhhh!" Christina moaned, her lower jaw dropping and her mouth forming a broad oval. She felt his dick-head slip past the tight ring of cuntal muscles and slide inside. As the head popped in, she felt her outer pussy-lips close over it. His big long dick was outside, bending at the middle, waiting to push completely into the depths of her juicy pussy.
"Man, you're hot and wet… fuckin' good," Mike whispered, kissing her throat while playing with her nipples.
Christina didn't want to say anything. She didn't want to tell him how deliciously good it was to have his hard dick sawing through her pussy. She didn't want to tell him about the electric thrills shooting through her pussy and belly. This was supposed to be rape – and she was acting as if he were her lover!
Mike began really fucking her now. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, plastering down his thick black hair. Christina closed her eyes and concentrated on that hot, thrilling feeling between her legs. She couldn't move. She was being fucked, impaled on this biker's fat dick. Mike twisted his body around, rocking it from side to side so she could feel his cock reaming out her tight virginal slit. The spongy fat head wormed around and around, shoving deeper into the teen's pussy. His dick-shaft sunk deeper and deeper, shoving out more juice until the girl could feel it seeping into her asshole.
"Ohhhhh, fuck, fuck me. Oh, yesss, fuck me! Ohhhh, it feels soooooo good!"
Mike's cock-head was frying in the hot oil of her cunt. As it pushed the virgin tissue apart, the young man felt a spasm suddenly tear through her pussy. He gasped, his eyes opening wide in surprise, then narrowing as be studied the panting girl under him.
"Baby, for a fuckin' virgin you sure know the right moves."
"Can't help it. Can't…"
Christina couldn't finish the sentence. Mike had been halfway inside her when her cuntal muscles spasmed and tightened down on him. He stopped breathing, gasping while rocking his body from side to side once more.
"Just don't cut it off," he said, smiling down at her.
Christina could tell her spasm had passed. Her cunt-muscles relaxed, letting go of Mike's dick. The young biker sighed, then eased his cock through the gushing hot folds of her pussy. He was going slowly, maddeningly slowly for the girl.
"Man, this is great!" Mike whispered to himself, throwing his head back and shaking off the sweat running down his checks.
Christina couldn't have agreed with him more. She was so hot, she was sure the sand under her was turning into glass. She felt her insides stretching out around his huge cock-shaft. Tenseing, Christina waited for his bulging cock-head to reach her cherry. Then there would be pain, there would be bleeding. Her mother's warning words echoed in her brain, mixed with those from some of her friends.
"Oh!"
The girl felt him finally reach her tight little membrane.
"So, you're cherry," Mike said with a little surprise. "Well, it's gonna be fuckin' messy. But it ain't the first time I popped one of 'em."
"No, don't, don't hurt me!" she cried, fighting off the hot red fog of sexuality and beating her fists hard against his chest.
Mike only laughed at her wild moves, hunching down hard and piercing her cherry with one thrust.
"Aiyeeeeeee!"
Christina stiffened and arched her body, wallowing her shoulders in the sand while prancing her ass high in the air. The pain was knocking the wind from her lungs while nearly making her lose consciousness.
"That's it, baby, take it easy," Mike said, rubbing her cheeks briskly with his hands and bringing her back to reality.
"You're… hurting me," she stammered, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Too bad about that, but I think you're gonna forget about that in a while."
They lay quietly together for a few minutes, Mike regaining his breath while Christina concentrated on her pussy. Slowly, the throbbing pain decreased. She began to feel only that stuffed, pressing sensation of his cock halfway embedded in her pussy. The surf behind her was picking up. Salty rushes of wet sea air blew against her face. Soon, they'd have to leave or the surf would be washing over them.