pain.
'Oh, God, yes, yes,' the girl moaned, quickly heating up to her original high sexual temperature.
'You're tight, baby, but I'm splittin' you apart,' he panted through clenched teeth.
'I can't take much more!' she cried.
'Yeah, yeah, you all say that same dumb thing,' he shot back, tucking his knees under her ass and ramming his cock home.
Christina had never imagined she'd have anything so big inside her slender body. It made her dizzy just to think about it. When Mike started dragging his cock back, it felt as if her insides were being tugged along with it. And oh how strange it felt to have her pussy-walls shrinking back to their original size behind that retreating dick- head.
'Uhhhhhhh, it's…'
Mike pressed down deep again. One heavy ball rested against her asscheeks. It was then the girl realized his cock was all the way inside her cunt. Christina held her breath. Their hearts were pounding close together. The girl was very aware of his hairy legs, heavy against hers, pinning her to the sand. That broad chest, his thick muscled arms, his fingers pressed deep into her asscheeks. It was so hard for her to keep still under him. She had to participate in this rape. Rape? The word almost made her laugh. She was encouraging him, begging him for more friction, wanting him to fuck her until she couldn't think any longer.
'Baby.'
'Fuck me, fuck me!'
Christina felt hot streams of pussy-juice bubble up more freely now. She realized she was teetering on the brink of her first gigantic orgasm.
CHAPTER THREE
'Ohhhhh.' Christina groaned as she felt the biker's weight rest on her clit. His hairy chest rubbed over her tits until she thought every nerve ending in that area had been stimulated. How she wanted all of his dick stuffed up inside her cunt now. She wanted it lammed up to her belly until she could taste his cum on her tongue!
'Feel it baby? My dick feel good in your pussy?' Mike growled in her ear.
'Ohhh, yes, yes,' she answered thickly.
The teenager felt the rushing of his cock as it ripped through her tight cunt. Before she realized it, he was hammering her clit. This time, the young man didn't slow down his fucking motions but increased them letting the girl under him know he was going for broke. Christina grunted like a bitch dog in heat. She was being stretched wide open by the frantic working of his fucking strokes. His dick seemed to be getting bigger, ballooning out, stretching her open until she thought she was going to explode.
'Ohhhhh!' Christina moaned as a flash of sexual heat raced through her cunt. She felt her legs swing up to circle the biker's hunching back. Her arms tightened around his neck while her ass ground up from the sand to meet him. Her entire body clutched at him as he fucked her crazily.
'Gonna make it soon, honey, gonna shoot soon,' Mike growled, biting her throat.
'Ohhh, yeah, yesssss,' Christina hissed back. Hot flashes shot through her clit. She pictured how the two of them looked, locked together, fucking madly on the beach while the storm-swept surf pounded behind them. She could feel the ground heaving under her wiggling ass.
'Gonna come. Cut it loose, baby, cut it loose, man. I wanna feel you come with me,' he said, pinching her flesh, pounding his groin hard against hers.
Deep in her body, the young teen felt an explosion building up. Her body was tightening up in pre-orgasmic tenseness.
'Ohhhhhhh, not yet, oh, not yet,' she moaned, rolling her head from side to side.
'Can't wait. Now!'
Mike shouted, his thick muscled hips pounding against hers furiously. He increased his thrusts and hunching until his cock burned with the friction. His balls jiggled and tightened up in their sac. The thick tube running through the center of his dick was ready to take the jizz now boiling up in his nuts.
'More! In, in, in!' she grunted with every heavy downward thrust. She could feel her cuntal walls tightening around his hammering dick, then buckling in because of her incredible sexual heat.
Mike let out several strangled, sharp cries, holding her tightly in his arms while his body jerked violently. She felt scalding jets of something sticky spraying out of his cock-head into her pussy. It burned her cuntal walls like acid.
'Nooooooo!' Christina cried, feeling herself finally tumbling over the brink. It was as if the entire world had crashed into her cunt and blown apart into a billion brightly colored pieces. Her cuntal walls spasmed as her pussy clutched Mike's spraying dick-meat. It held the squirming, shooting hunk of cock deep inside.
'Come, come,' Mike groaned in her ear.
'Cummmmm!' Christina cried back in a loud shriek as she felt the biker's nuts shoot their load. He pushed his body down hard and held it there, sealing them together with the cum spurting out of his cock-head.
The blonde teen tossed and jerked, raking the biker's back with her fingernails as the last of the spasms ripped through her cunt. At last the orgasm passed, leaving her thoroughly exhausted and defeated. She lay on the beach sand, her knees apart, her hands at her sides. Mike didn't move for several minutes afterward, catching his breath while smoothing his rough kinds over her body.
'Nice, nice and tender,' he said, his mind turning back now to the money Christina had mentioned her father possessed. An idea was developing in his twisted mind.
'What's a nice girl like you doin' out here?' he said after several more minutes passed.
'I… had a fight with my mother. She didn't want me to go out with this one guy, so I walked outta the house and down here,' Christina said hesitantly, wondering why he was suddenly interested. She thought he'd be pulling off her soon, shoving his dick back into his trousers and leaving her to work out this rape as best she could.
'Ain't right,' Mike said, pushing himself off the girl and standing up unsteadily. He turned around and glanced at the approaching surf. 'You'd better call your old lady and let 'er know you're okay.'
Christina shuddered at the words. Wasn't he going to let her go? The biker didn't seem to imply that.
'Then I'm gonna introduce you to some of my buddies. Now get the fuck dressed, huh?' he said, bending down and picking up the juice-saturated bottoms of her bikinis. He shook the sand from them, then tossed the tiny things into her face.
'Over there,' he said after the girl had slipped them on and stood up. He acted now as if nothing had happened between them. She walked unsteadily over the sand, jizz oozing from her violated cuntal slit. It was getting colder. She hugged her bare tits as they tromped over the wide beach toward the brightly lit walk. Christina could see several phone booths standing empty on the corner of Washington Street and Ocean Front Walk. A biker bar was off to the side, the sounds of rock music drifting out to the beach from the closed windows.
'Put this on,' Mike said, taking off his jacket and slipping it over her shoulders.
Christina pulled the front tightly together in front of her, hiding her naked tits. She thought about trying to break away from this man and running for help. But this was a rough section of Venice, an area probably inhabited by men who would take up Mike's cause rather than hers if she were to bolt for freedom.
'You say anything funny and I'll beat the shit outta you. Don't think anybody here's gonna help,' he said softly as they stepped onto the walk and headed for the first phone booth. Christina passed the biker bar and saw a double line of Harleys and Hondas parked outside on the street. Occasionally, someone in leather would pass out, glance at the two of them, then walk away without so much as glancing back curiously. This was a part of Venice without any law and order, a part where even the police hesitated to drive in pairs. Her father had often talked about organizing some kind of citizen's committee to drive out the 'riff raff' as he called them. But nothing ever came of it. The merchants who weren't terrified of the biker's roaming freely and doing what they pleased in the area were making too much money off them to complain.
'Where?'
'Inside… here,' he said, shoving the girl into a foul-smelling booth and handing her a dime. 'Call your folks.
