"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.