Biies Vs Fishermen

My sister and I are what're known as bikies. We both own 500cc Kawasakis and enjoy getting out on the open roads when we have a day free. There's nothing quite like cruising down a highway on a sunny day.

Not that my sister or I ever speed. God forbid. We stick strictly to the speed limit. We might occasionally find our speed edging up a little but that is all. Just kidding. The facts are that no-one has ever caught us speeding. The key word being caught.

We're not amateur riders. We've both been through proper training courses at a racetrack near us and we can handle ourselves in races.

I didn't introduce myself properly. I'm Sophia, nineteen, normally called Soph, and my sister is Alexandra, eighteen, normally called Alex. (Not Sandra. Never Sandra.)

It was a lovely Saturday afternoon and we were playing tag down a highway. The speed limit was one hundred and we rode at one hundred. Sometimes. Halfway through the afternoon it was getting a bit hot so we diverted into the mountains to cool off under the trees.

There was a river that passed near where we were and when we came to the bridge that crossed the river we came off the road we were on and followed an unmade road (rough track) down to the actual river. There was a bit of a park there and we decided to have a bit of a picnic. We had some supplies in our saddle bags.

We did consider going in for a dip but there were a couple of fishermen there, hunting for the elusive trout. Catch us stripping down to our undies with strangers right there. That'd be the day, no matter how well the undies covered us. For some reason men who won't even blink at a skimpy bikini get all excited over underwear. Strange animals, men.

We sat down at the picnic table the site supplied and had a sandwich and a drink. (Non-alcoholic. We were riding our bikes, after all.) We dined and chatted and observed our surroundings. I happened to see a kingfisher dive into the river, emerging with a small fish in its beak. (A fingerling I think they're called.) I also noticed that the kingfisher seemed to have better luck than the fishermen.

Lunch finished we slipped off our boots and socks and headed over to the river to dip our feet in the water.

"Oi. What do you think you're doing?" bellowed a voice.

We looked at each other, and then looked around. No-one else was around.

"I think he means us," I said.

"I do believe you're right," Alex said. "We play dumb."

We turned and looked at the two men.

"Do you mean us?" Alex asked.

"Do you see anyone else around?"

"Ah, yes. You two are here."

"Why would I be yelling if I was speaking to Bob?"

"How would I know? That might be your normal way of speaking."

The poor man face-palmed and gave Alex a filthy look.

"What are you doing?" He enunciated it slowly and clearly.

Alex gave his a puzzled look. "Ah, talking to you?"

While he was looking frustrated Bob was laughing.

"He means what were you intending to do before he interrupted you?"

"Oh. Why didn't he say so? We were just going to paddle in the river to cool down. If you cool your feet your whole body cools down."

"Oh, I wouldn't recommend that. The fish might mistake your toes for fat little worms and bite them."

"Are you calling me fat?"

"Certainly not, but I'm not a short sighted fish."

It looked like Alex had met her verbal match. I decided to give her a hand.

"We'll just make a lot of noise and scare the fish away," I said, knowing that was the last thing they would want. Before they could say anything Alex chimed in.

"That won't work," she scoffed. "Fish are deaf."

Not-Bob got into the conversation. Silly thing for him to do.

"What do you mean fish are deaf? What makes you think that?"

"Well der. No ears," she said, touching her own and giving not-Bob a pitying look. "How are they supposed to listen? I've talked to my goldfish for ages but he just doesn't hear me."

Both Bob and not-Bob were looking a little stunned by this logic. Bob took control again.

"Listen girl, look at that snake next to you. He doesn't have ears like you but he can hear just fine."

Even if it'd been stone deaf that supposed snake would have heard Alex's scream. I did a quick check and there wasn't a snake in sight.

"No snakes, Alex. You've been had. I think you've met your match for verbal duelling."

Alex glared at Bob.

"Well fuck you. Fuck you very much. We'll leave you to torture defenceless fish and be on our way."

"Your suggestion is acceptable to me. Is it acceptable to you, Frank? What about you, strange lady?"

Frank, now we knew his name, nodded. The last question was addressed to me.

"Soph," I said "and this is Alex. We'll be on our way."

"Hold on. You haven't said if Alex's suggestion is acceptable."

"I suppose so. Like we have a real choice."

"Good. Then let's get started. Take off your clothes."

We both gave him a confused 'what the hell' look. He smiled, suddenly looking a lot bigger and tougher than before.

"It was her idea. You heard her. 'Fuck you very much' is what she said and both you and Frank admitted that the suggestion was acceptable. So let's get down to it."

"She didn't mean it like that and you know it."

"She did mean it like that and it's going to happen. I'll attend to Alex and you'll have to make do with Frank."

"Time to beat feet," I snapped, and Alex and I turned and headed towards the bikes. Once we reached them we'd be gone. It turned out that we had a real problem reaching the bikes. We were bare footed, with our boots and socks next to the bikes.

It wouldn't take long to put our boots on. Screw the socks - they'd go in our pockets. The trouble was reaching the bikes fast in bare feet. We were trying to watch where we were going, yelping when we stood on stones, while Bob and Frank were just barrelling along, not bothered at all by what was underfoot.

We all reached the bikes at the same time, which was the same as a loss. We didn't have time to put on boots or start bikes. The two men simply grabbed us. By grabbed I mean they just picked us up, slung us over a shoulder, turned, and carried us back to their fishing position where they dumped us on the ground.

"Ok, girls, time to strip."

Alex and I had different reactions to this demand. I simply looked Frank in the eye and enunciated, slowly and clearly, "No fucking way!" Alex on the other hand looked Bob square in the eye and unzipped her leather jacket.

"What the hell are doing?" I asked her.

"You heard him. We have to strip."

"The hell we do!" I snapped.

"We really do. If we don't strip they'll strip us. Do you realise how much my leathers cost? Yes, you probably do since yours probably cost the same."

"If we strip they'll rape us."

"Well, yeah, probably, but if we don't strip they'll strip us and rape us and probably be in a bad mood as well and these ham-handed oafs would probably damage our leathers while the stripped us. Getting raped is bad enough without having to pay for it."

She had a point but I didn't want to admit it.

"Whatever. I'm not stripping." I threw a warning look at Frank but he just winked at me.

I stood, arms folded in front of me, while Alex calmly continued stripping. When she was finished she just stood proudly, not trying to cover up. Bob gave her an approving nod.

"Very nice," he said. "Very nice indeed. Now before we get too invested in what I'm going to do to you I have a couple of orders you need to obey."

He pointed to a small patch of land nearby.

"Sit. Stay."

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused. Now sit, stay."

Alex did as ordered. She had an annoyed look but she still did as ordered. Me, I was still defiant. No way would I do as I was told. The reason Alex was ordered to sit to one side was to free up Bob to help Frank.

Bob stepped behind me and grabbed me by the upper arms. He was a lot stronger than he looked and I was quite shocked to find I couldn't pull free. Things promptly got worse.

Frank stepped in front of me and unzipped my jacket. I kicked him in the shins and he didn't even wince. He just smiled and warned me.

"That's your free shot. Do it again and I'll smack your bottom. Do it a third time and I'll spank you once you're naked."

I believed him, enough not to kick him again. Anyway, that first kick had hurt my foot. My boots were up next to my bike, remember. He'd have known it if I'd been wearing them.

Anyway, Frank just kept going and stripped me quite efficiently. Professionally, even. There wasn't even the slightest damage to my clothes, not even to my flimsy undies. That completed he stood back, Bob released me, and they both looked me over, apparently admiring my figure.

"Much of a muchness, aren't they," Frank said.

"True, but I still want our mouthy friend."

"Fair enough. After you," Frank waved his hand towards Alex.

"Well, Alex, it's time. Now it seems to me that the ground is a bit hard and there's not really all that much grass, so you wouldn't like to lie flat on your back on that sort of bed. Also, if you try to go on all fours you'll probably have rocks digging into your knees and hands. Another no-no. Accordingly I have decided to make a sacrifice and lie on my back and let you straddle me."

While he was giving his monologue he was also dropping his trousers. My eyes opened wide at what he was offering. So was Alex's, although she was also looking nervous.

(I suppose I should point out at this stage that neither of us were virgins. Even if our boyfriends hadn't attended to that our bike riding would have removed any physical evidence of virginity. Riding a bike at high speed over rough roads will de-virginate anyone.)

"Do you really expect me to sit on you? There's no way."

Alex was looking shocked and I didn't blame her. I was shocked.

"Tell me, Alex, would you rather straddle me and control what happens or have me lay you flat on your back and vigorously fuck you?"

With that Bob lay down on a grassy patch, holding on to Alex as he did so. Alex went down with him, a puppy following her master. She sat on his stomach, looking confused.

"Ok. Lift yourself up and settle down. You'll find it easier if you hold me and steer me into place."

Alex turned and gave me a helpless look and all I could do was shrug and look equally as helpless. With both of us being helpless to change what was happening Alex lifted herself and carefully steered him to where she needed him. Then she started sinking down onto him.

I sympathised with her but couldn't do anything for her. Hell, I couldn't even do anything for myself. As I watched I couldn't help but wonder how she was taking all that into her. She was a bit on the petite size whereas he was a bit on the extra-large size. The two didn't normally go together. When she settled fully onto him I was quite surprised.

Once she was fully committed she started bouncing. I couldn't help but put in my two cents worth.

"Alex, I hope you don't rupture something."

"Don't be silly, Soph. I'm trying to rupture something - on him."

I couldn't help but laugh, which isn't something I expected to do in a rape situation. Alex kept on bouncing, taking her time but not stopping. Up and down, up and down. I was wondering why she didn't get a move on and finish him off and then I realised she had probably decided that if she had to do this she was going to give herself an orgasm.

After a while it seemed to me that Bob was sweating. From my own uncertain knowledge men didn't last this long. A bit closer observation and the problem was solved - I think. While Alex was bouncing about at a fair pace it seemed to me that she slowed down every so often. I'd lay odds that every time he was ready to shoot his load she'd slow down, bringing him off the boil before lifting him up again. I suspected that Bob was currently suffering from an acute case of blue balls and the only way to cure it would be to roll Alex onto her back and get to work himself. Or wait until Alex was ready to bring things to a close.

Bob suddenly lost it, rolling Alex onto her back and driving in in a frenetic manner. He was desperate to get his rocks off apparently. He suddenly squawked and started jerking spasmodically. Relief had finally come. From the cat who got the cream look on Alex's face she had also had a climax. (Two, I learned later. She just hadn't let Bob catch on. She can be a bitch at times.)

"I suppose you want me to do the same for you?" I said snarkily to Frank.

"Are you kidding? You saw what she did to Bob. No way am I risking that. You can just bend over the picnic table. I'll take it from there."

It suddenly registered on me that I was only marginally larger than Alex's petite size. Frank, however, was considerably larger than Bob. If that size difference extended to his genitals I was in trouble.

I bent over the picnic table as advised. I heard Frank moving up behind me and heard his trousers going down. I didn't look. I very carefully did not look. Really, if I was going to be scared spitless and want to run away screaming it's best not to look. Not when you have nowhere to run to.

I have to admit that I was already somewhat aroused. I defy anyone not to get aroused when they're standing next to someone being shafted, especially when you know that someone. So I was aroused and ready. Um, aroused, yes, but not necessarily ready.

Frank casually slapped my bottom and then he patted my pussy. Moments later he was parting my lips and slipping his cock into place. That was his intention, anyway. In fact I wasn't as, ah, large as he was. He didn't fit.

He had to settle down to coaxing my passage to take him and it was probably hard going for him. It was certainly hard going and most peculiar as far as I was concerned. I'm not saying it was painful, just hard going, similar to the night I lost my virginity, but with no pain from having my cherry popped. He persevered, eventually coming to a halt when his balls slapped against my vulva. He was home and hosed and ready to rock.

Honestly, I realised that he could have forced his entry a lot more brutally, probably injuring me when he did it. He didn't, taking both care and time to start off right. Kudos to him for that, or there would be if it wasn't rape.

Satisfied that things were going to plan he grabbed hold of my breasts and started moving. He was still being careful and considerate of my needs, thrusting in slowly to start with. I was quite happy with the way he was going. His careful thrusts were getting to me, building on my arousal and I was soon breathing hard, enjoying the feel of his cock rasping against my passage.

Then his thrusts were no longer careful and considerate. In hindsight I realised it actually took a while to come to this point but I'd been lost to the sexual sensations, feeling them and only them. Now he'd upped the stakes and was taking his pleasure hard and fast. He was pushing me, really pushing me, and I climaxed, noisily and blissfully. Did he climax? He stopped bonking me so I suppose he did, not that I cared whether he did or not.

As soon as he pulled out he was hitching his trousers up and heading towards the fishing rods. Apparently the fish had started biting. Alex and I hurriedly got dressed and got the hell out of there.

Discussing it later Alex made the observation that they grew them big back in the hills.

"I guess you could say that. Ah, are you talking about their physical size?"

"Only partially, my dear sister."

We started giggling.