Biker Bar by golfnfool,golfnfool

The liquidity of heat rising from the road gives an eery feeling of walking under water as Diane begins to regret her decision of a cross country road trip east on her spring break. Being stranded in the Arizona desert wasn’t a priority on her agenda. She ignored cautions about having her car checked prior to the trip and is angry with herself about it now.

In the shimmering distance, there appears to be a place of refuge from the heat. Diane quickens her stride hoping it isn’t one of the fabled mirages she has heard about. Sweat trickles from the back of her neck, over her shoulders and down into the cleavage of her breasts. She is tempted to remove her bra and get relief from the slight breeze but has second thoughts now that ‘civilization’ is in sight. Unbuttoning the top three buttons, she fans her breasts with the open material. She curses herself for wearing the short skirt. Her legs seem to be scorching in the unbearable heat. Calf muscles are cramping as the shoes she chose to wear weren’t for walking long distances.

Diane is almost exhausted when she arrives at what appears to be a deserted gas station. She hears music from a jukebox and searches out the source. Behind the gas station is a rundown, dirty establishment. The door is open but she can’t see into the darkness. She notices four motorcycles parked out front and an early model Ford parked at the side of the building. Diane’s misery outweighs her timidity and she makes her way to the open door. She feel a rush of hot air escaping from the doorway and is grateful for the fact that it’s moving. Her blouse is almost totally wet, front and back, with sweat. The oscillating fan cools the sweat on her chest making her nipples stand proudly. Diane is unaware of the sight she presents entering the bar.

Silently standing just inside the bar, her eyes adjust to the lack of glaring sun. Seeing the bar, she tentatively glides over too it as the barkeeper asks if he can help her. Four heads turn to see who the barkeeper is talking to. Diane glances at the four men with dirty sunburned faces and stammers that her car is broke down on the road and she needs a phone to call for some assistance. There is a long moment of silence and Diane can almost feel the leering lusty gazes of the men. She feels ashamed to be standing there in her condition totally helpless. Her blouse, wet with sweat, clings to her stomach and back providing an outline of her bra encased breasts. A chilling thought flashes in the back of her mind reminding her she thought about removing it due to the heat outside. Pulling the wet blouse from her skin, she breathes a subliminal sigh of relief she hadn’t removed it. Suddenly, she remembers the buttons and nervously fastens them with trembling fingers. The low mumblings of the men combined with their lusty stares makes her uneasy and she wonders if they can see her legs trembling. A blush starts at her neck and moves to her face. She hopes it isn’t visible in the dim light.

The barkeeper nods his head to one side and mumbles “Phone’s there”. Walking to the end of the bar, feeling the combined gazes of the men almost stripping her clothes off, she sees the entrance to a back room. The green surface of a pool table is brightly lit by a low hanging light. Just inside the entrance, Diane turns to see a pay phone hanging on the wall. Fumbling for change, her trembling fingers can seem to grasp the coins. Sensing someone behind her, she looks to see >one of the younger of the four men right behind her. She is startled and drops her change purse. Squatting down to pick it up, she sees the man squat down too. He is more interested in her bare thighs disappearing under her short skirt than he is picking up her change. She tries pulling her skirt down to no avail. He sees flashes of her crotch as she quickly moves her knees from side to side as she retrieves the change scattered on the floor. The back of the loose skirt falling to the floor afforded a view of stretched mounds of her buttocks as she squatted. Glimpses of pussy lips swallowing the crotch of the thong she is wearing excites the man and he boldly places a hand on top of her thigh in an attempt to open her knees for a better look.

Cowering below the phone, she nervously asks him to stop what he is doing. He stands and she thinks he is giving up then suddenly hears a zipper being undone. She doesn’t dare look as the man groans as he pulling out his cock. He asks her if she wants to suck it and she is shocked beyond belief at the scene being played out. Diane isn’t a virgin by any means but her experience is limited to a back seat rendezvous with her high school sweetheart prior to going to college. The fascination of sex wasn’t a priority with her as the few experiences she had were of a fumbling boy, eager for his own pleasure. She had been told in her strict upbringing sex was dirty and not something to take pleasure in and nice girls didn’t have sex unless they were planning on a family.

She didn’t quite know what to do and was hoping the barkeeper would come to her aid wondering if she had found the phone. It was the only hope she could cling to. Temporarily relieved, she noticed another figure in the doorway. To her dismay, it was another biker satisfying his curiosity. An evil grin appeared on his face when he saw the positions they were in. He asked the younger man if she was any good. He replied that he was just about to find out. Both the men grabbed each of Diane’s arms and pulled her to her feet. They ignored her pleas to stop as they bent her over the edge of the pool table. Her squirming and trying to escape forced the older one to move to the other side of the table and stretch her arms out holding her still. His insincere mutterings for her to calm herself did nothing to relieve her anguish. Diane felt her skirt being lifted from the back exposing her buttocks. She immediately began trying to get up again. The other man held her wrists tightly preventing her from standing up. Reaching behind himself, he found the handcuffs he was carrying and expertly slapped them on her wrists. Now he could hold her still with on hand on the chain and had the other hand free.

The younger man produced a buck knife and slowly ran the cold blade over Diane’s quivering buttock. The fear of being stabbed immobilized her. All she could do was shake and tremble. The goosebumps on her buttocks seemed to inspire the man behind her. Soon she felt the blade slip under the waistband of the thong and suddenly it was no longer around her waist but dangling on the floor connected to her ankle. Panic enveloped her and she was in such a state she couldn’t even cry out. The younger man placed his feet inside Diane’s forcing her to spread her legs. He spit on his fingers and roughly slid them into her pussy, not waiting for her to get excited enough for natural lubrication. Diane yelped in surprise and pain. Twisting his fingers inside her was a feeble attempt at lubing her pussy for his onslaught. Removing his fingers, he sniffed at them and told the other man she really smelled like she was ready. More cries and pleas from Diane went unheard.

The younger man again spat on his fingers and lubed the head of his cock and part of his shaft. He placed the head of his cock into her slit, spread her buttocks and roughly slid it inside her pussy. He could feel her muscles clenching, attempting to prevent his penetration of her. He groaned with lust saying she was teasing him. The other man laughed gruffly and told him to hurry up and fuck her. Diane looked up to see her other captor with his cock in his hand, stroking it to full extension. She dreaded to think what he had in mind once he was fully hard.

With slow deliberate strokes, the younger man finally impaled Diane on his cock. He was in her full length and his dangling balls slapped against the edge of the pool table. This seemed to spur him on. Seeing her pink pucker gave him a idea. He gathered saliva in his mouth then let it drip slowly onto the pucker. It pooled in the slight indent then began running down to the cock roughly sliding in and out of her. It was somewhat of a relief to get some added lubrication to the shaft pistoning in her body. Suddenly she felt something at the entrance of her asshole. The man was rubbing the saliva around the hole with his thumb and pressing it in to her. Diane felt totally violated and humiliated as the tip of his thumb slid into her virgin asshole. She tried pulling her hips away from him but found it impossible. She felt like she needed to go to the bathroom with his thumb in her ass. She also noted her pussy felt tighter around the cock relentlessly slid up her now dampening channel. She could hear the man’s hips slapping against her buttocks as he increased his speed to satisfy his animal lust. Diane could hardly catch her breath as she was being pounded from the rear. The edge of the pool table was forcing her breath from her with each stroke.

Suddenly, there was a grunt from behind her and the pounding ceased immediately. She was fully stuffed with his cock and could feel it grow inside her, throbbing furiously, as he emptied the contents of his balls deep inside her clenching pussy. The warm sticky cum lubed her insides and it seemed the pain went away the slicker it became. The man put both hands on her buttocks again, slowly withdrawing from her body. She felt the cum cool quickly as he rubbed his cum coated cock on her leg in and attempt to clean himself up. Hearing “It’s your turn” filled her with more anxiety. The men changed places but it was different this time. Diane was rolled over on to her back and the other man grabbed both her legs and put them on his shoulders. The younger man had taken his pants off and climbed on the table straddling her chest. Leaning forward, he pushed her arms to full extension and teasingly rubbed the head of his softening cock against her tightly closed lips.

Diane felt the other man plunge his cock into her now well lubed pussy. She was, at least, grateful for the cum lubing her sore hole. Rolling her head from side to side trying to avoid the cock that was to invade her mouth did nothing but stimulate it making it hard again. The musky smell of his cum on it disgusted her and she was determined to have no part of it. He told her she would have it in her mouth if it was the last thing she did. There was no use to fight what she wanted anyway. Diane couldn’t understand why he thought she would want his slimey cock in her mouth. The thoroughly rough fucking she was getting from the man between her legs caused a sudden intake of breath and the man atop her decided it was time to fill her mouth. Diane jerked away again and the man slapped her telling her to open her mouth. Reluctantly she did so and felt the tip of his cock slide between her lips. She was told to suck and lick it which she did tentatively at first.

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