Mike let her cry for a second, rubbing his hard-on with one thumb. His eyes studied her small body, her small hips, those large tits barely visible on either side of her protecting arms.

Then he began undressing. Christina watched as he unzipped his fly. He flipped the button holding his pants to his waist, spreading the opened halves of his Levi's widely apart.

The moon had once more gone behind the clouds and the girl could see only varying shades of black in front of her. Still, she was aware of a large, tubular object swinging out toward her. The girl felt a rush of warm air flow from his crotch.

"Oh!"

Mike was thick and long. The young woman inched back, her eyes growing wider as she surveyed the fat long dick jerking in front of her. Christina had never seen anything that big before! Her lower jaw slackened, her lips forming an "O" while a cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

"Like to suck cock, eh?" Mike taunted, scratching his crotch and making his dick swing up and down like a branch in a storm.

"No!"

Suck cock? He was sick, demented and perverted to think she'd do something as horrible as that. The girl sobbed, her fists clenched and pressed against her thighs. Christina kept on scooting back, her asscheeks making a double row in the sand. She felt grains of sand falling uncomfortably into her bikini bottoms.

Yet, in spite of her horror and revulsion, the girl felt her clit swell to its full heat and hardness. It was as hard as his cock, she thought to herself. The swampy warmth between her legs radiated up to her belly, making her tits swell up against her hands. One part of her wanted him to touch her, feel her, making her twist and moan with sexual excitement.