The biker rocked back and forth. Warm precum spilled from his piss-slit as his body hunched into the valley between Christina's tits. Her nipples scraped against the top of his cock. The tight pressure of his hands holding her tits in place and the continual shoving of his dick-head against her nipples had the girl moaning and clutching helplessly onto the biker's body.
"Yeah, baby, this ain't no rape. You dig it." God help her, she did love the brutal tit-fucking.
CHAPTER TWO
Christina felt her ear grow hot and ticklish as Mike drove the tip of his tongue into it. He was working his fingers over her tits while hunching his dick in and out of the valley created by her compressed tits. Mike was whispering things be was going to do to her that made her shiver with terror and excitement.
The tingle in her cunt was getting worse. She couldn't control her emotions any longer. It was like a burning electric shock, radiating down her inner thighs and up to her belly. The young woman was going crazy. When she moved her hips slightly, the seepy velvety surfaces rubbed together and hot juices oozed out. The dampened crotch panel of her bikini bottoms stuck uncomfortably to her swollen cunt-lips. Christina for a second wished she could remove the bottoms, slide them down over her small hips and kick them free of her body. But no, that would be going too far. The girl knew Mike was going to fuck her. But she'd have as little to do with this rape as possible. She had to live with herself later. How could she look at her image in the mirror and not feel revulsion if she were to help in this terrible scene?
"Ohhhhh," she moaned. Her nipples were so sensitive. Each time the biker's dick-head rubbed over the rubbery tips of her tits, it felt as if someone had set fire to them.
"Ohhhh, baby, gonna come if I keep doin' that," he whispered thickly, raising himself up and stopping his fucking motions. He worked his hands greedily over her tits and nipples, pinching the tips until Christina cried out in pain. He laughed, feeling her body jerk and writhe under his groin. The big hairy man raised one hand and knocked off his cap.
"What… are… you doing?"
He backed up, then fell on top of her, catching her head in both hands and cementing his mouth to hers. Christina struggled violently, jerking her knees up, pushing her hands hard against his shoulders while twisting from side to side in the sand. It was foul, filthy! She could smell the stale odor of beer and cigarettes on his breath.
"No, get off me, uhhhghhhhh!" Christina screamed, twisting her head free from his grip.
But Mike was stronger and caught her again, holding her tightly while dropping his head and forcing his tongue between the struggling girl's lips.
Christina fought against the hot, slippery thing snaking its way into her mouth. No boy had ever tried anything like that with her before! Frenching! The word brought up all sorts of forbidden sexual delights her mother and father had expressly forbidden her. It was filthy, something only whores and sluts did.
But as Mike persisted, something changed inside Christina. Her muffled cries and wild, twisting movements diminished. Slowly, she began to think that the tongue twisting and plunging in and out of her mouth was wonderful. Slowly, she buckled under the pressure, parting her lips under his insistence. As his thick tongue lashed down her throat, Christina felt her pussy-lips opening and closing.
Mike reached down between her legs, his hairy wrist shoving against her upper thighs. His fingers were working the wet, silky material of her bikini bottoms into her cuntal slit. What an unusual feeling! She moaned, pushing her legs farther apart. Christina could feel more sand working into her butt-crack. Oh, he was taking off her panties, sliding them down over her hips! For an instant, a rush of panic hit the girl. She moaned loudly, shoving her ass deep into the soft beach sand.
Then she surrendered, relaxing as the biker pulled her bottoms off her ankles and tossed them to one side.
"Ohhhhh, what are you doing to me?" Christina moaned, rolling her head from side to side as Mike pulled free of her mouth and began kissing her throat. She felt, his bristly moustache tickling her neck, her upper chest, her shoulders as he trailed his tongue along her hot, sweaty flesh.
"I told you you'd go for it," he said, his breath becoming shallow and irregular.
Christina felt his hands sliding now under her tight little ass. She whined, flexing her thighs, rubbing them together as his fingers worked across the bare ribbon of skin separating her cunt from her asshole. She squirmed more violently as Mike's fingers rubbed that flesh between her ass and cunt. Christina started moaning low and deep. Hot juice seeped out from between her swollen pubes until his fingers were wet with cunt-sauce.
"Ohhhh, yes, yes!" she cried, her eyelids fluttering open. The clouds had parted for a while and she could see the moon. Sights and sounds combined and blurred.
"Yeah, what? You wanna get fucked, huh?"
Christina couldn't answer that. She didn't think she could pronounce one word if her life depended on it. She was too hot to speak.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Mike shoved his mouth back onto hers and started kissing her brutally. As their hot, spit-filled mouths sucked and gurgled together Christina could feel nine inches of hot cock-meat pressing up against the slippery lips of her cunt. She wondered for a second how it would feel to have that big thing jammed into her cunt. Thinking about something like that made her actually want to have it. No, no, it was wrong. She had to fight that feeling. She couldn't give in. Couldn't!
"Fuck, fuck," Christina mumbled. Oh, what had come over her? She'd never pronounced that word in public, though she'd heard it several times.
"Yeah, you're good and ready for a reamin'," Mike growled softly.
Through the red-hot haze settling over her mind, Christina could hear her mother warning about the problems she might have with boys. Too many times the attractive, petite blonde teen had found her mother's words prophetic. Boys tried to get into her panties all the time. Once one had nearly succeeded in raping her… raping her just like this biker was doing now!
But then she'd managed to fight off her own rising sexuality and ward off the young man, jabbing him hard in the groin with one knee. Now she was giving in too easily, actually encouraging this animal to fuck her cunt.
"Wawwwwhwhhhh!"
Christina thought she was going to die. Mike was working his fingers over her plump, sensitive cuntlips. He was toying with the wet hairs fringing the outer edges of her pussy-flaps, rubbing his fingers lightly over them, then dropping his entire hand onto her furry pussy-mound and pressing down hard.
It was then the girl went out of control. He was squeezing her hard, relaxing his grip only to squeeze her cuntal mound again. He milked the lips, working their slippery edges together until creamy, foam oozed out.
"No, no, no more," Christina cried, moving one hand over and trying to knock him away. She could hardly breathe any more.
"Hey, bitch, this ain't your boyfriend you're talkin' to. I'm gonna have that cunt if it's the last thing I do," he growled, stroking her pussy until her protests turned to strangled cries of delight.
"Uhhhhahh!" the teenager cried, her knees jerking apart. She rolled her head jerkily from side to side, strands of her blonde hair sticking to her cheeks and lips.
"Fuck," Mike whispered.
"Fuck," Christina answered hotly.
Christina pushed her ass up to the incredibly wonderful squeezing sensation between her legs. She was spread completely open now, moaning under her breath. She was on fire, her cunt running with hot lava-like juice.