An Experience

There were three of them, Joe, Mike, and Andy. They were ex-bikers and had hauled out their bikes for a road-trip over the long weekend. They were all around the forty mark now, big solid men. After giving up the biker life they'd all taken blue-collar jobs in the construction industry. There was nothing like working hard with your hands to put some solid beef on you.

They'd just passed through a small town and decided to take a break at a diner. They strolled in and ordered some coffee and sat down in a cubicle to relax for a while, talking quietly.

Talking not so quietly were three charming young ladies in the next cubicle. The men had spotted them on the way in (naturally) but didn't bother them, preferring some peaceful coffee.

The young ladies were Patti, Mel, and Cathy. They were in their early twenties and were all married, and quite happily married. They were using the long weekend to go and see mutual friends in a nearby town. One has to understand, of course, that nearby means different things in different places. In Queensland nearby meant only a hundred miles away, which was where this town was. The girls were having a coffee before facing the long drive. In the area they were in they were facing an immediate drive of nearly fifty miles before they even reached the next small town, let alone the larger town they were heading towards.

They were talking about life generally when the subject switched to a woman they knew.

"Did you know that Susan was raped last week?" Cathy asked the others.

There were sounds of agreement.

"Knowing her she probably enjoyed it," said Mel. "I saw her yesterday and she was prancing about as happy as ever. I suspect that the man didn't have to use much force on her."

"Other way round," came Patti's sniggered comment. "She probably forced him and then whispered rape. I say whispered because she wasn't shouting about it and complaining."

"Boasting if anything," agreed Cathy.

"Have either of you been raped?" Mel.

"Nightly by my husband," giggled Patti.

"Oh, we've all been there. That doesn't count," came the protest.

"What, Bobby's raped all of you. The swine. Wait until I have a word with him."

"Not Bobby, you fool," came the giggled response. "I meant our husbands. They crawl into bed and want sex and what we want to do is sleep. It's faster to let them have a quick bonk rather than argue about it. Strictly speaking, women's libbers say that is the same as rape and our husbands should be arrested."

There was some general laughter.

"Geez, imagine going to the cop shop and telling Sergeant Gannel that you wanted your husband arrested for bonking you. He'd laugh you out of the place."

"Still, I can't help but wonder what it would be like to be raped," mused Mel. "I don't mean meeting some thug who beats you up and brutalises you but just meeting some guy who makes you remove your panties while he fucks you. Nothing nasty about it, just a case of being helpless and unable to stop him from sticking his dick in."

"I know exactly what you mean. Basically having sex with a stranger but without the guilt because he makes you do it."

"One of the biggest disappointments I had as a teenager was going on a date with Andrew McKillop," grumbled Cathy.

"What? You dated him and didn't get raped? He had a wicked reputation."

"I know. We went out, had quite a nice time, he started to make a pass, and I said no. I thought he'd force the issue and fuck me anyway. He just shrugged and said OK, and never dated me again."

"Well, it just goes to show. When you can't even rely on a known rapist to rape you you're in a bad way. Um, do you think it was Andrew who caught Susan alone and did her?"

"Not this time," said Cathy.

"What do you mean, not this time?"

"Just that. I think you'll find Susan is a much raped woman. Three times that I know of and probably more. None of them her fault, of course. Andrew was the first. I'm not sure who the second was but this latest was apparently a stranger. That's why she was complaining. She likes to know who's fucking her."

Shortly after that the women departed, hopping in a little red car and speeding off.

"Do all women wonder what it's like to be raped?" wondered Joe.

"Probably," said Mike.

"Yeah. Some with trepidation and some with anticipation," laughed Andy. "Grab one of those little darlings alone somewhere and I wonder how much resistance they'd show before dropping their panties and succumbing."

The conversation changed to football and dreadful umpiring standards. Eventually the three men finished their coffee and hit the road again.

Twenty minutes later they were speeding down the road and approaching a rest area. There was a little red car parked there with the occupants of the car looking sadly at a very flat tyre. Noting this Mike slowed and glided to a halt a little distance from the car. Joe and Andy pulled up beside him.

"The correct thing to do would be for us to change their tyre, agreed?" asked Mike.

The other two grunted agreement.

"The incorrect thing to do would be for us to grab them and rape them. Three of them, three of us. If they're likely to not resist too much when by themselves, how much resistance do you think they'll give if they know it means one of their friends might get done twice?"

"That's an interesting question," observed Andy. "I think in the spirit of scientific curiosity we should really investigate and find out."

"I hear you," said Joe. "Question is, do we do them all at the same time or do we do them sequentially, keeping the second waiting until the first is finished, and then the third?"

"Well we wouldn't want to be too dictatorial. Maybe we should let them decide. We'll see what happens," said Mike with a grin.

"No worries, girls," Mike said as they approached. "We'll change the wheel and you'll be back on the road in a few moments. Ah, I'm assuming that you do have a usable spare wheel."

"Yes, we do," smiled Cathy. "We made sure of that before we left."

"You mean Bobby made sure of it," giggled Mel. "It didn't even occur to us."

"Same difference," said Cathy, waving her hand airily. "We have a spare."

The boys made short work of the change, tidying things away quickly.

"Thank you," said Cathy earnestly. "We'd have been fighting the stupid thing for ages."

"Not a problem," said Mike. "Listen, guys, I'm taking Blondie here. You make your own choices."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Granted," said Mike, waving his hand graciously. "Come on over to the table." He indicated the table and bench set up for travellers using the rest area.

"Hold on. Just what are you getting at?"

"Hey, nothing to be concerned about. Just collecting a friendly thank you from you. You'll enjoy it."

"The hell I will. If you think you're having sex with any of us you're badly mistaken."

"Ah, Blondie, I think it's you who are mistaken. Are you saying I have to share a brunette with one of my mates? Rather selfish of you, isn't it, insisting one of them get fucked twice while you just sit back and watch?"

"That's not what I'm saying. I'm saying none of us are having sex with you. We're married. We don't do that sort of thing."

"If you're married and don't do that sort of thing then I pity your husband. I'm sure he'll want to do that sort of thing. Anyway, we're not asking. We're telling you. Now come along."

Mike caught her arm and led her over to the table, protesting every step of the way, but not actually struggling. Reaching the table he stopped and smiled at her.

"Now I'm going to sit down nice and comfortable and let the little fellow out for a breather. You will drop your panties, lift your dress, turn around so you're facing your friends, and sit on me, letting them see you sink right down onto me. Once you've done that you can relax and watch as my mates, do something similar to them. Once we're all set I'll get you to start bouncing. Don't worry about it. Think of it as an interesting experience."

Suiting his actions to his words Mike sat down, undoing his trousers as he did so, releasing his erection, which was happy to be out of tight quarters. Cathy took one look and shook her head.

"You don't seriously expect me to sit on that thing, do you?"

"Not only do I expect you to," Mike said softly, "but so do your friends. They're watching to see how well you handle it."

Turning around Cathy saw both her friends watching her, horrified anticipation on their faces. They were waiting for her to sit on that damn cock. Nervously she backed a little closer to Mike.

"Drop your panties and then lift the front of your dress high. They'll want to see your pussy as I slide in."

Swallowing nervously Cathy did as instructed, first dropping her panties and then lifting her dress. All of a sudden she was wishing she didn't shave. It would have been nice to have a lot of fur to hide behind but she was totally clean-shaven, her mons gleaming white above where her slit began. To her immense irritation both the women and the other two men were watching her closely.

Mike's hands were on her hips, drawing her closer. Now she was straddling his legs and she could feel his cock there, rearing up from its furry nest and brushing against her pudenda. She didn't have to do this, she told herself, even as she felt Mike's hands pressing her down. Her knees bent slightly and now his erection was pressing more firmly against her. She flicked a quick glance at her friends and they were watching closely, a look of lust in their eyes. They were enjoying seeing this happen to her. How much would they enjoy it when it was their turn?

Pointedly not looking at her friends Cathy permitted herself to settle down onto Mike's erection, feeling it moving steadily into her. Her two friends watched, fascinated to see the man's shaft slowly being engulfed by their friend. She looked as nervous as a kitten but was still going ahead with it, permitting this man's cock to penetrate her. There again, maybe permitting was too strong a word. Not resisting might be better.

Cathy gave a little shudder when she found herself finally seated on Mike's lap, his erection all the way in her. Her friends looking at her could see where the shaft vanished into her and wondered how she felt.

Joe and Andy were amused. Blondie had put up almost zero resistance. Maybe she really did want to know what it was like to be raped. Andy reached for the brunette nearest him.

"OK, girl, your turn. Just stand there while I pull these down."

Mel immediately decided that yoga-pants had been a bad idea for the day's travel. Now the pants were travelling without her, her panties going along for the ride.

"Well done," came his voice. "Now bend over, legs apart, hands resting on your knees, bracing yourself."

"What are you going to do?" she asked fearfully.

"Ah, look at your blonde friend. Now take a guess. Just hold still and you'll hardly even notice. Just stay facing the way you are so your friend can see us getting engaged."

With that she felt a cock pressing against her. Eyes wide, she waited, wondering what, exactly, he would do. He moved into her. She tensed herself, ready to scream, but found him moving slowly, oh so slowly, giving her time to accept and adjust. Turning her head she saw her friend sitting there, a cock holding her in place, watching. She gave a helpless look, getting a helpless shrug in return.

Turning she looked to see what Patti was doing. It turned out she was watching Mel get shafted with a fascinated look on her face. Mel wanted to tell her that she was next but a steadily intruding cock was distracting her. She gave a gasp as she felt the man holding her in position give a hard final thrust, his cock banging home with a slapping sound.

"Now just stay like that for a moment," Andy told her. "Let's get your friend ready for action."

Patti knew that it was now her turn. She turned to look at Joe, feeling nervous and hot. She was slightly shocked to find herself anticipating what was to come. What the hell, it wasn't her fault that it was happening. She had no choice, now did she?

"I don't want to bend over or lie on the ground," Patti said quickly. "Could I lie on top of the table?"

Joe felt amused. An eager victim? He saw no reason not to oblige. He drew her over to the table, holding her arm firmly just in case she decided to run. He didn't think she would but why take the chance. Reaching the table he helped her climb up onto it, having her lie down.

"Now just lie there and do as you're told," he told her. He glanced at what she was wearing and nodded to himself. Reaching for her skirt he undid the fastenings and drew it down. The skirt was promptly joined by her panties, leaving her naked from the waist down. Climbing up onto the table he took Patti's legs and lifted them high and wide, bending her almost double. Swiftly dropping his own trousers he was now poised above her, Patti wide open to him.

Cathy had turned her head and was watching, as was Mel. They saw Joe leaning over Patti. Cathy especially had a close up view with Patti being only a few feet from her. Joe settled down, his cock coming into contact with Patti, and then he was driving in forcefully. Patti screamed and arched her back, pushing up hard to take him.

"Bitch," thought Cathy, feeling slightly shocked. "You really enjoyed that. You're supposed to be getting raped."

Being the last to take his chosen victim Joe saw no need to linger before getting on with the job. He pulled back and drove in again, hard and fast, finding Patti surging up to meet him again.

"Some victim," he thought, setting to with a will, enjoying her eager response.

With Joe starting in on Patti, Mel now found Andy was joining the action. He pulled back and thrust home again, his firm grip on her hips all that stopped her falling over. It was, she found, hard to respond properly. How do you push back against a rampaging cock when it's all you can do to stay standing? She could hear Patti screaming as she was ravished, but they certainly didn't sound like screams of fear to her. Managing a quick glance at Cathy she was surprised to find her still sitting, unmoving.

Mike watched as Joe and Andy had their fun. Joe's playmate was proving to be exceedingly noisy, but it seemed to Mike that she was making a happy noise more than anything else. She was screaming because it was a fun thing to do. Andy's new friend was gasping and making grunting sounds as Andy bounced her on his cock, but she also didn't sound distressed.

Mike's blonde was still sitting on him, but starting to move restlessly, apparently waiting for him to make his move.

"Just relax," Mike said. "Enjoy the entertainment that your friends are providing. We'll wait until they're finished and then they can watch you as you entertain me. Won't that be fun?"

"No," came the prompt reply.

Cathy squirmed a bit but Mike wasn't interested. Well, that wasn't quite right. The size of the cock inside her said he was very interested. It was just that he was feeling amused by the antics of the other couples and had decided to wait before consummating his own friendship.

It was easy to keep track of how Patti was going. Her screams were letting everyone know. She might protest later that they were screams of terror at the terrible ordeal she was going through but she'd never convince her friends. They were there and watching. When Patti climaxed the cessation of her screams was almost shocking.

Mel was harder to keep track of. Apart from her grunt and sighs she was silent, doing her best to brace herself against Joe's incessant thrusting. Her excitement was building, quite rapidly, too. She could help but feel a little irritated with Patti. Really, protesting in a lady-like manner was one thing. Screaming your head off when you were obviously enjoying what was happening was something else again. Did the woman have no sense of decorum?

With this in mind Mel hastily jammed a hand against her mouth when she realised her own climax was near. Damned if she'd make an exhibition of herself, screaming like Patti. She gave a groan of relief, sinking down to the ground when Joe finally withdrew. Oh, boy, did her husband now have something to live up to. Maybe it was the helplessness that had that effect on her. Would she feel the same, she wondered, if her husband tied her to the bed? Did she dare suggest it?

"OK, girl," Mike said to Cathy. "Now it's time for you to show them how it's done. I'll just sit here while you go to work."

"What?" asked an appalled Cathy. "You expect me to. . ." Her voice died away.

"We'll be sitting here for a long time if you don't," Mike assured her. "Better get a move on. Your friends are waiting."

Also watching, Cathy found, when she turned to look at them. They were just standing there, looking at her. Mel, she noticed, had pulled up her yoga-pants. Patti, on the other hand, was just standing there half naked, not having bothered to put on her panties and skirt. "You really are a complete tart," Cathy thought, not knowing that Mel had thought the same thing when she looked at Patti.

Mel and Patti watched with interest as Cathy started bouncing on that man's lap. She would rise up and they could see the massive shaft she was sitting on appearing. Then she'd pause and sink down, once more taking that shaft into her body. They were fascinated, wondering if they'd looked similar when they were in action. Cathy seemed in no hurry, just rising and falling, seeming as inexorable as the tide.

Mike was starting to sweat. True, he'd told Cathy to make the running but he'd assumed that she'd be eager to get it over with. Some fast bouncing and then he'd shoot his load was what he'd expected. Not this sweet torture. He wanted to add some oomph to what was happening but suspected that if he did she'd consider him the loser. So he sweated, swearing softly to himself.

Cathy was feeling amused. OK, so she had to perform and her friends were watching. Big deal. They got fucked. She was the one doing the fucking. It might not be by choice, but she was the one in temporary control. She was going to drag this out just as long as she could. How long, she wondered, before he broke and started really fucking her?

It became a duel between two strong willed people. Cathy had no intention of taking things faster. Mike had no intention of taking over. Cathy slowly bounced and Mike sweated.

In the end it was Mother Nature who was the victor. A man could take only so much handling of his cock before it erupted. Unable to help himself Mike suddenly jerked, starting to fire his load into Cathy. Cathy also found herself at a loss. The long steady stroke had left her on edge and it had only been her own determination that had helped her hold off a climax. That first hot splash was enough to bypass her will-power, her body reacting of its own accord, a climax ripping into her.

The three men mounted their bikes and were gone, the three women staring after them.

"You are a slut, Patti," Mel said. "You were enjoying what that man was doing to you."

"What? I was not. How could I enjoy something like that? Did you see the size of the cock on him? It was enormous."

"Oh, come on," protested Cathy. "You saw what I had to face. That cock you had doesn't even rate a mention at the same time."

"That's because you weren't getting it," pointed out Patti. "I can assure you that if you had you'd have appreciated the size."

"You're both full of it," sniped Mel. "Weren't you watching what happened to me?"

They drove off, still squabbling about who had the worst experience.

"It's odd that that happened just a short while after we'd been discussing being raped," observed Mel. "It's almost like we were asking for it."

"We were," Cathy said. "Those guys were sitting near us at the diner where we had coffee earlier. They probably heard everything you said and decided to make your dream come true."