"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.

"Now," he announced quietly.

Drawing his cock back a few inches, the young handsome biker shoved down again. Christina tensed as his cock-head approached the place where her cherry had been. But it passed without causing so much as a shiver of 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.