"Man, she scared or just hot?" Chuck asked, peeling back her outer cunt-lips and staring at the moist, dark-pink pussy-meat a few inches in front of him.
"Sounds good and hot to me," Mike answered. "Let's see."
Chuck started rubbing his hands up and down her inner thighs, licking his ups as he watched more juice seep out of her wet pussy.
"Whoooeeeee! She's got some grip!" Chuck said as she clenched her legs together and snapped back her head.
Christina let out a tiny moan, feeling ohhhh so hot and tight down there between her legs. The sensation of Mike holding her from behind added to the tight, hot tingling sensation burning through her cunt. The feel of a fat dick pressing into her asscheeks made the girl shiver, then lean and push back into the young biker.
"Hey, man, she's trying to get away from your hand. This broad's gonna make me come all over her ass if she keeps movin' this way," Mike panted.
Christina reversed directions. She tightened her leg muscles now, hunching onto Chuck's hand as he moved it up her thighs.
"We've got a good thing going, Mike. Now she's fuckin' my hand like she wanted it way up her pussy. She dig finger-fuckin'? Man, that's what I'm gonna give 'er now," Chuck said, his breathing becoming short and irregular.
Christina pumped her buttocks back and forth as if she were trying to get away from both of them at the same time. With each rocking movement, she let Chuck slide his hand a little closer to her cunt. It had felt so good playing with her pussy hairs and her outer labes. Now he was going to fuck her with his hand. The thought of it made her hot hole so juicy. The bubbling cuntal oil was coating her pubic hairs, collecting like drops of dew on a field of grass.
"Yeah, good ol' cunt-juice. Man, she's all wet and slippery. She's gotta be really hot to be cumin' like this," Chuck said as Mike circled her with one hand and started squeezing one tit lightly.
Christina let out another sharp cry as his thumbnails creased her right nipple. It hurt, but hurt in a good way. She sucked in a deep breath as spasms cut across her pussy like the teeth of a rusty saw. Two men, two hungry bikers on top of her, playing with her, getting ready to fuck her at the same time! The idea was almost overpowering to the young blonde teen. She nearly sank to the floor as her sexual excitement sapped all strength from her body.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
An agonizing, delicious sexual throb began in her tits, somehow mixing with the pulsing in her cunt. Mike's body was rubbing against her now. She could feel that fat dick travelling across her fleshy ass, the hot greasy cock-head at times poking into her ass-crack and sliding dangerously close to her shitter. It was then the young girl squeezed her asscheeks together tightly and moved forward.
"Oh, please, don't hurt… me!" she cried, closing her eyelids tightly as a shuddering spasm ripped through her aching cunt. Tears rolled down her flushed cheeks as both bikers let their hands roam over her body unchecked.
"Yeah, sure, just like you didn't want me to fuck you back there, right?" Mike sneered.
At that point, Chuck slipped two fingers past her bloated cunt-lips into the sensitive area between her inner and outer pussy-flaps. Christina thought someone had touched her pussy with an electric wire. Unbelievably hot flashes shot through her cunt, making her let out a series of screams while snapping her knees together. She was hunching back and forth, feeling the biker's jagged fingernails scraping over her slick cuntal folds while his wrist moved up and rubbed over and over her clit.
"Aiyeeeeeee!" Christina shrieked, wiggling around as if she wanted to get away. Her tits rolled, hitting one another, then flopped wildly while her body jerked and snapped between the two men.
"Man, hot and wet. Hot enough to broil our dicks," Chuck said, pulling out his hand. "Have a sniff, man. Sniff the ol' juice."
"Ohhhh, man, good hot pussy," Mike said, bending his neck and taking a whiff of Christina's cunt. Chuck stood up and shoved his wet fingers under the girl's nose, forcing her to smell. Christina took in a deep breath, then let out another cry and tried to squirm free of the men again.
"Don't, don't," the girl cried. But she was so hot, she wanted to kneel down on the floor and take on the first cock that came by.
"I think she'd like a sniff of my cock," Chuck said. Behind her, she could feel Mike's hand working between his dick-head and her asscheeks.
"Yeah, let 'er get a whiff," the biker behind her said, moving both hands now over her tits and squeezing them until she let out a deep moan of unholy delight.
Chuck jerked his fingers over his fat rod, smearing the oozing pre-cum over his fingers then holding them over her nose. Christina tried to jerk her head away but couldn't. She inhaled sharply, the rich pungent odor of hot dick shooting up her nostrils. It triggered something off inside the girl, making her pussy throb and juice even more than before.
"Come on. I'm tired of this shit. I'm gonna fuck 'er right here if you don't stop fuckin' around and get 'er to bed," Mike said, holding back a climax.
"Yeah. We got that ol' bed in the back bedroom," Chuck said, feeling a rush of climactic spasms tear through his cock-head.
Christina felt arms scoop her from the floor and carry her through the living room, down a dark hall to a smaller room in the rear of the house. The musty odor was everywhere. Images blurred into one another as they threw her onto the bed. Mike and Chuck both climbed in after her, pinning the girl to the rotting old mattress.
"No, no, oh, please, no," Christina cried, more to herself than to the two men holding her down.
She couldn't let this happen again. No, I won't, I won't, the young woman repeated to herself, clenching her fingers into two fists and pressing them against the sagging bed. She tried to fight down the fire burning up her pussy. She tried to blot out the mental pictures of how it was with her and Mike on the beach fucking frantically.
But nothing could control the flames licking at her clit now. As she tossed and squirmed on the old bed, she felt Mike roll completely on top of her, trying to slip his cock between her legs. Shifting slightly, she let his cock-head work between her soft thighs and inch toward her pussy. When he started to grind, pumping his hips, nearly succeeding in burying his rod in her cunt, Christina backed away. Quickly, the young biker held on to her shoulders, pinning her to the mattress while tucking his knees under her ass and trying to shove his dick into her pussy.
"Noooo!" she moaned as the thick, pulpy head suddenly moved up to her hole, parted her fat cunt-lips and shoved inside in one desperate lunge.
Chuck tolled behind her, grinding his hips convulsively. Hunching forward as strongly as he could, he managed to get his cock-head positioned directly over her shitter.
Christina panicked. No, he couldn't be thinking of shoving that monster-cock into her tiny asshole. Oh, God, that was something homosexuals did, and that act probably ruined them for life. Thinking about both men fucking her at the same time was exciting. But now that the act was upon her, Christina had second thoughts.
"Please, you'll kill me with, that thing," Christina screamed, hunching away from Chuck and impaling her cunt farther on Mike's throbbing prick.
"Yeah, baby, feels good," he sighed, rubbing her nipples faster with his fingers. "But you said the same thing about gettin' fucked in the cunt down at the beach. You ain't felt nothin' yet 'til you had his dick up your shitter," Mike growled, pinching her nipples so hard tears welled up and spilled from her eyes.
"Ohhhhh, noooo!" Christina responded. She managed to keep the blond biker's dick from her asshole, shaking it free when it started spreading the wrinkled gray-pink flesh surrounding the tiny entrance to her shitter.
Meanwhile, Mike was going crazy, pumping his hips back and forth wildly while rolling her nipples savagely between his fingers. He hammered her crotch, his thick rod shoving between her pussylips in short, jerky strokes.