Joey: My Sister and I watched some biker movie the night before and I thought it might be fun to take my little sis to a proper Biker Bar. She seemed pretty excited and we both hoped there were a bunch of big old mean biker guys waiting to meet us.
We found a run down bar some miles out of town with a bunch of bikes parked outside, "Think this one will do huh?" I said, turning to my sister with a grin. She beamed a bright smile and we hopped out of my car. We strode up the porch and could hear the rowdiness from outside. One last look over my shoulder at my sister and I could see she was eager to get inside, so I pushed open the door.....
I strode in with my blonde bimbo of a sister in tow and the bar suddenly silenced as everyone turned to watch us. The bar was mostly full of big old bikers with a handful of biker chicks but it was the men who pipped up. Whistles and cat calls, mixed with "What pretty lil' things do we have here?" made us both smile and shudder with delight.
We sauntered through the crowd, eyes all over us a few gropes here and there but we took it all in our stride. Wendy was loving it, she'd let out a little squeal and a giggle every time one of the bikers groped her and she just skipped along behind me, those plump tits bouncing temptingly.
We found a table and we met but an experienced barmaid. She eyed us up a little with a scowl on her face. "Think you may be in the wrong place missy" She said to me.
"Oh? Why do you say that?" I asked, looking around at all the bikers still eyeing us up and chatting with each other along with pointing and jeering.
"You may like the boys back in the city but these are here are men and a couple of pretty little things like you could be in reeeeeeaaaal trouble." She seemed to be warning us, which we only took as a good sign!
"Oh we can handle men, believe me." She rolled her eyes and sighed. She then looked over my shoulder and nodded in the direction of a couple of large, rough bikers heading our way. "Well, looks like we'll find out. I'll bring a few beers, keep you .. lubricated." and she wandered off.
I then felt a rough, work hardened hand on my hip and a large body pressed against me from behind. I looked over at Wendy and she got her own attention; another biker strode up behind her and planted a large hand on her plump ass.
The put a couple of drink of the table behind us and pushed themselves us against us. "Now, what's a pretty pair like you doing coming up in our bar?"
"Looking for a little fun.. Sir." I replied, flashing him a sultry side smile.
"Oh we're gonna have fun alright, every guy in this bar is gonna have fun with you two!" He growled in a menacing tone. I think he may have been expecting us to feel afraid at that comment. Instead I turned to Wendy, "You hear that? Every guy in this bar... This is gonna be a night to remember sis!"
The bikers looked at each other and grinned as Wendy giggled and replied "Oh I knew it was going to be fun here!"
These guys didn't lie to us either; the bikers of the bar wanted a good old fashioned train and we were not going to disappoint. They pulled down our bikini tops to expose our breasts to the whole bar, I flashed a sultry smirk and Wendy gave a playful giggle as she wiggled her chest, allowing her tits to jiggle delightfully. I think at that point, every biker in the bar knew it was game on!
They bent us over the bar table and hitched up our skirts; "No underwear, seems these sluts knew what they wanted!" they laughed as they unzipped their flies and within seconds, long, thick, veiny biker cock was being squeezed into both of us. We looked at each other over the table and smiled...
That night, every biker in the bar got a turn on us, many more than once. We were a mess of moans, squeals and shudders as the bar was alive with the sounds of sex and cheers. The bikers pumped our pussies full of thick biker cum. The pulled our hair, gripped our throats, groped our curves and hammered us to climax after climax and all without a single introduction.
No sooner had one biker emptied himself into one of us was another stood, cock in hand waiting and as soon as one thick cock was pulled out another was driven in, again and again and again. We never had to buy ourselves a single drink the whole night.
That was a night to remember. So much so the bar owner, one particularly large, rough ex-biker, took some pictures of us as we were being slammed over the bar table with his old polaroid camera and, once he had taken his turn on each of us, pinned them behind the bar along with a few pictures of other memorable nights.
There we were, immortalized in polaroid; tits exposed, skirts hitched up, a nameless biker hammering away from behind and our best cum faces on, hanging behind the bar for all to see. A story they will tell for years to come, or, at least, until we come back for another visit.
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