Invitations From a Van

It was a nice sunny day and our families had decided to spend a day at the beach. By our families I mean Toria's and mine. Toria is my best friend and I've known her for ages. Our families have also been friendly for the same length of time.

Toria and I, I'm Sandra, by the way, are much of a muchness. We're both eighteen, blonde, hazel eyes, and with decent figures. We both consider ourselves to have the better figure of the two but I allow Toria to have her fantasies. We both know she can't compare to my bust.

We stuffed around on the beach, spending some time in the water but generally being lazy and working on our tans. We were also enjoying the ogling that was coming our way. Two sexy young ladies in bikinis? What was there not to like? I was sporting a black and white affair while Toria had gone for dark blue and yellow. Both of us thought the bikinis fitted us very nicely.

Shortly after lunch we decided to stroll up to the kiosk to grab a coke. We were ambling through the carpark when the rear doors of a panel van opened and a couple of young men gave us whistles. The men were slightly older than us, in their twenties would be my guess, and didn't look the ratsy type you so often find.

One of them called out for us to come over and have a chat. Toria and I looked at each other. "Why not?" said Toria and I shrugged. We changed direction and wandered over to them.

We exchanged names and Edward and Ken were quite friendly. We chatted amiably for a short while. There was a certain amount of innuendo in the conversation but that was to be expected. There was nothing that we could really take offence to. Eventually Edward made a suggestion.

"Why don't the two of you hop in here with us so we can get a little better acquainted?"

I'd already sussed out the interior of the van and it was built with seduction in mind, to put it mildly. The floor of the van was covered in a thick plush carpet and the carpet even covered most of the sides.

"Uh-huh," I grunted in a non-committal tone. "Very nice carpet you have in there."

"It is," came the amiable agreement. "Soft, luxurious, and sound deadening. We have complete privacy in here."

"I think we'll pass," I said with a smile.

"Come on. Let's do it," said Toria, giving me a nudge.

"Are you kidding? Once we were in there they'd have their hands wandering all over us."

"Oh, please, you wrong us, doesn't she, Ed?"

"Indeed she does. I assure you that there will be no groping hands. We'll go straight to a bit of friendly rape as soon as the door closes."

"You're kidding. You tell us that if we get in the van you'll rape us and expect us to actually get in?"

"Got it in one. You're fast on the uptake. So how about it?"

Before I could refuse again Toria was nudging me.

"Go on," she hissed. "Get in. Aren't you curious as to what it will be like? Both of us lying there with big fat cocks making merry whether we like it or not."

"Are you insane?" I demanded. "When they say rape they mean they'll strip you naked and stick those big fat cocks in even if you change your mind."

"We're only wearing bikinis so it won't take much stripping. Go on, be a devil."

Ed and Ken were just leaning against the van, looking totally relaxed. They'd put the invitation out there and were now patiently waiting for the fish to bite.

"You both go fishing, don't you," I stated.

They swapped a confused look and then checked out the back of the van.

"How," asked Ken, "can you tell that just by looking at us? We have no fishing gear on us and none in the van."

"It's your air of patiently waiting for some poor fish to bite," I said, giving Toria a nod. She grinned and scrambled into the van. I sighed and followed a little more sedately.

Ed and Ken followed us into the van, closing the rear doors. I expected it to be somewhat dark in the van but it turned out that the van had large bubble windows in the doors, letting in a lot of light.

"Don't worry about the windows," Ken said. "One way glass. A lot of light gets in but people can't see in. You can see out, though. You'll find it's like having sex in public."

Ken hadn't been kidding when he said they'd get right to the rape as soon as the doors closed. Both Toria and I had our bikini bottoms down almost before we realised what was going on. These were tossed to one side and our tops followed in short order. It was automatic for both of us to try to cover up with our hands but the boys weren't having a bar of that.

I suspect that both the men had some training in martial arts. Toria and I found ourselves flipped over so we were lying face down, heads near the rear doors. A casual spank landed on Toria's bottom along with a "Bum's up" command and a yelp from Toria.

She hastily scrambled up onto hands and knees while I followed suit. I had no wish for a casual spank. I could see the handprint on Toria's bottom. I received one anyway.

"Watch your friend," I was told.

Turning my head to look at her I could she was watching me. The difference being that as I watched Ed was lining up and pushing into Toria. I could tell from the look on her face exactly what he was doing. Not that she was resisting. That look had lust written all over it and Ed had no trouble at all ploughing home. Then he stopped and looked toward me and Ken.

That was apparently the go ahead for Ken's trouser snake to assault me. I'm quite sure the look on my face was shock rather than lust and Toria seemed to find the whole thing funny. I was assuming from the ease with which Ed pronged her she was aroused and ready and I had to admit seeing her getting pronged like that had got my own juices flowing.

Ken took advantage of this and drove in hard and fast. (Just the way you'd expect a rape to go.) For all that it was rape I was already way too excited and Ken's snake plumbing the depths of my body was just building on that.

With both men fully embedded in their chosen victim they exchanged a look and got to work, pumping away inside us, working hard to get their rocks off. I suspected that any pleasure Toria and I might feel was a secondary objective. That was the point where Toria gasped and nodded towards the window.

Looking out the window I nearly wet myself. I probably would have if I hadn't had so much cock jammed up inside me. Walking past the back of the van, not five feet from us, were our fathers, probably heading towards the kiosk. I promptly felt terrible wicked and from the way Toria looked she was probably feeling the same. I mean, there's our fathers, right there, and here were their darling daughters on all fours being royally shafted by a pair of strange men. We couldn't help giggling.

The whole situation gave an extra fillip to what we were doing (or was being done to us) and both of us seemed to move into wicked mode. I wasn't just tolerating what Ken was doing (not that I had been) but was responding eagerly, pushing him along his chosen path. The way Toria's bottom increased its bobbing she was doing the same thing. The boys must have wondered what the hell?

Ken's cock kept sliding back and forth, each thrust getting me more and more agitated. From the sounds Toria was making she was in the same situation. We were both telling our respective assailants to put more effort into it and they seemed eager to do it.

I sincerely hoped that Ed's comment about the sound-proofing was accurate because while I climaxed quietly (reasonably, anyway), Toria was rather, let us say, noisy.

I have to admit that the men were thoughtful. They produced damp tissues that we could use to clean ourselves up, which we promptly did. A quick glance to ensure that the coast was clear and we were on or way.

"If you care to stop by in an hour or so we can switch partners," Ken told us as we left.

"No way," I snapped.

"Will we still be here in an hour or so?" Toria asked me.