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The Swinging Sixties
by Kathy S. (kathyseroticstories@yahoo.co.uk)

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This story is about two mod teenagers, Timmy and Jenny. 
Their scooter breaks down out in the countryside and a 
gang of rockers on motorcycles turn up. Under the guise 
of helping they lure them to a barn. Young Timmy is 
stripped naked, tied to a post and abused. His 
girlfriend Jenny is also stripped of her clothes and 
she is repeatedly raped by the rockers. (M+/MF-teens, 
nc, rp, v, bd, preg)

***

The swinging sixties! What a fabulous decade for 
teenagers; Most things were again normal after the end 
of the cruel and bitter 2nd World War. Young people for 
the first time easily found jobs; which helped to put 
money in their pockets, at last we had found a sort of 
freedom. Many young people rebelled against society, 
and the strict codes of our upbringing; we had our own 
music, and we took great delight playing it knowing it 
would upset the elder generations. 

Fashions too had changed; no more long thick skirts and 
baggy sweaters that made girls look like a sack of 
spuds. We had mini skirts in all sorts of styles and 
bright colours; blouses, or tops as they are now 
called, were made from many new and different 
materials, some clingy; others see through which showed 
off a girls figure; although most of us wore a bra 
underneath the tops; there were some exceptions.

My name is Jennifer, Jenny for short; in 1964 I was 
seventeen years old, I lived in London with my parents 
and two younger brothers, I worked in the office of my 
father's very successful import/export company. My 
boyfriend at the time was Timothy, whom I called Timmy 
he was a year older at eighteen. Timmy's parents were 
quite well off; his father ran a building company; as 
you can imagine, there was a great need for new houses 
and other buildings after the war. Timmy was training 
to be a structural engineer.

It was the era of the Mods and Rockers. For those who 
don't know, they were two different teenage factions; 
Mods wore suits, or other equally smart casual 
clothing, the boys wore their hair short and in neat 
styles. Mods rode around on scooters such as Lambretas, 
Timmy had a German scooter, an NSU Prima, which was a 
scarlet colour; like all the other scooters. 

Every bit of space was covered in lights and mirrors, 
stickers and emblems; it looked fantastic and we had 
some wonderful times with it. Rockers on the other hand 
rode motorbikes; Triumph, BSA, Norton and even many 
foreign makes that were beginning to flood the country. 
Most rockers tended to have long hair, many of them it 
seemed never washed it; almost all were dressed in 
leather clothing, even the girls. 

Both groups normally kept apart; although there were 
clashes, these clashes soon became more frequent. Both 
sides set up clubs, or gangs, and would often set off 
for the seaside; or other places of interest at 
weekends and bank holidays. Timmy and I however 
belonged to no such clubs or gangs; just preferring to 
do our own thing, and go wherever we wanted; there is 
no way that we would ever get involved with the 
violence and trouble that seemed to follow the Mods and 
Rockers around.

One Saturday we set off for the day to go to Clacton, a 
seaside resort not to far from London, Timmy had 
relatives there so we had intended to drop in and see 
them. The rout we took would take us close to 
Colchester; which is the oldest recorded town in 
England. Just on the outskirts of Colchester the 
scooter gave a few coughs, splutters and jerks and 
slowly came to a standstill; we stood there looking at 
it and I asked. "Has it run out of petrol?" 

Without checking, Timmy replied, "No I filled the tank 
up last night ready for today." We could hear a loud 
roaring noise in the distance; the noise gradually got 
closer and became clearer; motorbikes; there was no 
mistaking the noise their engines make. We watched as 
they came over the brow of a low hill, there seemed to 
be a lot of them; as they got closer we counted 
seventeen. Timmy said, "I don't like the look of this." 
He looked afraid.

"Don't worry Timmy; I don't think they'll hurt us; they 
might even know what's wrong with the scooter." The 
bikers pulled in around us. "What we got here then?" 
Another said. "Looks like two Mods, out on their own in 
the middle of nowhere." 

They all laughed. 

"Please we don't want any trouble; we just broke down," 
Timmy whined.

One of the bikers dismounted and stooped to look at the 
scooter. That's when I chipped in, "Can you help us? 
Can it be fixed? Can you do any thing for us?" 

There was another round of laughter. 

The man looking at the scooter stood up; looked at 
Timmy and shook his head. "Your bikes had it." 

I thought he said something about a belt had broken. 
"We'll run you into Colchester; you better leave the 
bike in that old shed over there, in case somebody 
nicks it." 

I hadn't noticed the shed across the field before; 
feeling more at ease with these men; now they had 
offered to help us we set off across the field to the 
shed; which turned out to be a barn; they all followed 
along with us. I heard snatches of their conversation 
such as ride, jump and gangbang; it wasn't until we got 
to the barn that I realised what they meant; I heard 
one of them say, "Whose going to shag her first?" There 
was more laughter as I panicked and tried to run.

Hands grabbed me; I screamed. Someone shouted into my 
ear, "Shut up you cunt; nobody can hear you." The 
shout; temporarily deafened me. As I was dragged over 
to some bales of hay that had been placed in an open 
area of the barn I whimpered, "Please don't hurt me; 
don't do anything to me I'm a virgin!" 

"Not for long honey," I heard someone say. More 
laughter; the men sat me on the hay bales; I was crying 
all the time. "You can co-operate and make it easy on 
yourself; or you can struggle all you like; either way 
were going to fuck you!" The man speaking was a big 
man, with a big belly. "Now what's it to be?" He 
continued. I looked around at the men closest to me; 
one of them had his cock out and was stroking it; it 
looked huge; I screamed again; then pissed myself.

More laughter.

Meanwhile, Timmy had been taken over to a wooden post 
that must have been there to help hold the barn roof 
up; I had heard some of the words that were said to 
him, "Get them off;" Timmy pleading, "No; no please 
don't hurt me!" 

"Get them off you bastard; or we'll rip the fucking 
things off!" I could hear Timmy crying. 

"Do as your told; or I'll bend you over and shove this 
up your arse!" Another voice said. I assumed the owner 
of the voice was referring to his cock. "Look at that; 
fuck me; he aint got a dick; he must be a girl!" Timmy 
squealed as one of the men must have grabbed him to 
check. "No he aint; he aint got a fanny; but he's got a 
big set of balls!" Timmy screamed loudly; as the man 
fondling him gave his testicles a hard squeeze.

Two of the men were now pulling off my clothes; my 
jumper first, followed by my top. "Christ; look at her 
tits; she's got a lovely pair." Hands were grabbing at 
them; squeezing them; my bra was pulled off over my 
head; then someone took my left tit into their mouth 
and sucked really hard on it. "Stand up!" I was 
ordered; then my jeans were pulled down. "Fucking hell; 
she's pissed herself!" The man removing them said as if 
shocked; he shoved his hand into the face of another 
man. 

"Smell her piss; go on have a taste of it." there was a 
huge roar of laughter; the man tried to dodge out of 
the way but the wet fingers went into his mouth. "You 
dirty bastard; I'll kill you for that you dirty cunt!" 
Spitting my piss from his mouth; he began grappling 
with his tormentor. I was knocked flat on my back in 
the struggle; the man sucking my tit; tried to hang on 
to it by clamping his teeth onto my nipple; I screamed 
in agony; the man wouldn't let go and fell on top of 
me; my tit still in his mouth. 

Someone pulled him off me. "You mad fucker; you just 
bit her nipple off!" a hand started feeling my breast. 
"No it's ok; she's lucky it's still there." 

I lifted my own hand to examine it; my breast was 
swelling and my nipple seemed huge and was rock hard. 
The two men stopped their wrestling around on the 
floor; then I felt someone pulling my knickers off; I 
was now naked; several pairs of hands lifted me, and I 
was placed on my back on the bales of hay.

Looking over to where Timmy was, I could see there was 
no way he could help me; he was naked and tied to the 
wooden post with baling wire; there was also wire tied 
round his neck; which looked extremely tight. Some of 
the rockers were teasing Timmy; I could see one of them 
feeling between his legs; he shouted with glee. 

"I've found his cock; look he has got one; it's only 
titchy but he has got one." Someone else said, "Give 
him a wank, rub his dick for him and see how big it 
gets!" 

"Fuck off!" Snapped the man who had found Timmy's 
penis; "You're the queer round here; you give him a 
wank; or better still; take him in your mouth and give 
him a gobble!" Timmy was crying like a baby; despite my 
own predicament; my heart went out to him.

Both my arms were being held by a man either side of 
me; I felt my legs pulled wide; then one of the rockers 
got on top of me; I screamed, "No; please no; don't 
rape me please; I'm a virgin!" 

The man was probing for the opening to my vagina; I 
could feel his hard penis as he kept on trying to get 
into me. "Oh stop; don't!" I squealed; as his dick 
slipped between my outer lips and tried to push into my 
hole. 

"Fuck; she's as tight as a drum; her fanny's bone dry!" 
the rocker complained. What did he expect; I was a 
virgin and being raped; neither did any of them use any 
foreplay; which might have caused me to lubricate even 
just a little. He carried on trying to force his way 
into me; it was really painful. 

After what seemed like ages someone suggested greasing 
me up. "I'll get some oil from the bikes to rub on her 
fanny; that should grease her up real good." The oil 
was brought over and the man got off me; I tried to 
hold my legs shut, but they were to strong for me and 
wrenched them wide apart; I felt gooey liquid being 
applied to my vagina and someone rubbed it in. 

"Make sure you get plenty inside her hole." Someone 
said; fingers were pushed up into me, making me wince; 
then scream out in pain the further up my fanny they 
went. The fingers were suddenly removed. "That should 
do the trick." The same man climbed back on me.

I could again feel him trying to gain entrance; he 
eased himself down a bit and thrust forward. "Agh; 
stop; your hurting me; take it out; p-please take it 
out!" He had his knob inside; he tried to push further 
in; then moaned to the others. 

"She's still too tight; she must have a cunt like a 
baby!" He held my shoulders tightly with his hands; 
then rammed forward as hard as he could; I felt 
something give inside me; then he had his whole cock 
buried deep; I remember feeling his balls slap against 
my arse.

The pain was excruciating; I opened my mouth to scream; 
no sound came out; my eyes were bulging; and it seemed 
as though my hair was standing on end; sweat was 
running from every pore of my body. Then he spoke, 
"Fucking hell; what a pussy; I've bottomed out in her; 
it feels like my cocks in a vice!" He began to push his 
penis in and out of my vagina; never taking it out 
completely. Now the pain was different from the first 
insertion; on his inward thrusts, I felt his dick 
pressing hard against my cervix; when he withdrew, it 
felt like my vagina was being pulled inside out. 

My voice returned and I began to wail like a banshee; I 
pleaded with him to stop. "I'm begging you; take it 
out; oh my god, I'll do anything if you take it out?" 
The rocker was now moving his dick faster. "Bloody 
hell; even with the grease she's still tight; it feels 
as though my knob is being sandpapered." He gave a few 
grunts; pushed in as deep as he could; then I felt his 
cock jerking; erupting; its disgusting fluids inside 
me; it never entered my head that he might be making me 
pregnant. 

He began moving again, and with the sperm he had pumped 
into me his prick was able to slide in and out more 
easily; he kept going for a couple of minuets until he 
lost his erection, he pulled out of me and just lay on 
me for a moment, before climbing off. My vagina was 
very sore, and I was getting these sharp pains in my 
stomach. The rockers were all standing just looking at 
me: I heard a voice. 

"Who's going next? Come on who wants the next jump?" 
They looked at each other. I got the impression they 
were unsure what to do. I tried to get up off the hay 
bales; my whole groin area hurt; someone held my 
shoulders and lay me back down; I saw another man undo 
his trousers and pull out his cock; he stepped forward 
and got between my legs; I cried out, "Oh god; no; 
please don't let them do it to me anymore!"

I felt the penis push into me, it didn't hurt as much 
this time and slid in all the way, I guess it was made 
easier by the spunk of my first rapist. This man didn't 
take long; a couple of minuets at most and he came 
inside me, his friends started taking the piss out of 
him, calling him, "Quick shot, fast Eddie, and other 
insulting comments." 

Another rocker replaced him immediately and drove his 
dick into me; he was riding me like a madman; ramming 
it in me as hard as he could; the force was actually 
pushing me off the bales; another man knelt beside my 
head which was overhanging the bales and forced his 
prick into my mouth. "Suck this Mod; suck my cock and 
you better swallow my spunk." Afraid of what might 
happen to me, I did as he said. 

The man shagging me like a maniac shouted, "I'm coming; 
I'm going to give you a baby to remember me by!" This 
was the first time I realised that I might get 
pregnant. As his cock erupted inside me I panicked; I 
bit down on the cock in my mouth, bringing a loud howl 
from its owner. 

"Agheeya...stop; your biting my cock." he grabbed my 
cheeks and squeezed to make me loosen my grip and 
pulled his dick from my mouth; there was laughter 
throughout the barn; I got a slap in the face for my 
trouble. After inspecting his penis he made me suck it 
again and swallow his sperm.

"Hey look; little dicks got a hard on." everyone turned 
to where Timmy was tied to the post; I was pulled up by 
my arm and taken over to where Timmy was; I saw that he 
did have an erection and whoever called out was right. 
"Timmy did have a little dick, it was about three and a 
half inches long, and as thick as my thumb. "Do you 
like getting off seeing your girlfriend being shagged; 
does it turn you on?" Timmy went a crimson colour. The 
man who was taunting Timmy reached out and grabbed hold 
of his dick, he wanked him half a dozen times and Timmy 
shot his load, to a loud round of applause.

A couple of the hay bales were brought over in front of 
where Timmy was tied; again I was forced to lay down 
and my abuse continued; I had lost all the will to 
fight them by now; my whole body ached, and my vagina 
had been used so much, that the only feeling I had 
there was a sort of numbness. I just lay there and let 
them do whatever they wanted to me; some of them made 
me suck their cocks, and without being told I swallowed 
every drop of spunk. 

I don't know how many men fucked me; I know we counted 
seventeen motorbikes, and I know some of them had 
pillion passengers. I don't think all the rockers took 
part in my rape; I think some of them left when they 
realised that things were starting to get serious. As I 
was being shagged the first time, I heard several 
motorbikes leaving; maybe they thought it would just be 
a bit of fun to frighten Timmy and me, but realised 
that it had gone too far when I was actually raped.

Whatever the reason for them leaving; I will never 
forgive them, or forget, that they might have prevented 
everything that happened if they had stayed to help us. 
After all; Timmy and I were no different to them, we 
were all teenagers out to enjoy ourselves. We just used 
a different mode of transport.

After the rockers had finished with me there was an 
awkward silence; no more of the false bravado, laughter 
and piss taking; just an embarrassed murmuring among 
themselves. When they left, it took me a good fifteen 
minuets to pull myself together; I just sat on the 
bales crying. I could hear Timmy speaking to me. 
"Jenny; Jenny; untie me; get this wire off me." 

I remember looking at him and seeing that he had 
another hard on; I thought if I freed him he would fuck 
me too. Nothing seemed to register right in my mind. 
Then Timmy's voice again, "Jenny; for gods sake undo 
this wire before they come back!" This quickly cleared 
my mind, I got up and went to Timmy; I saw his dick and 
stopped. "You bastard; your dicks stiff again; you 
fucking pervert you did enjoy watching them stuffing me 
didn't you?" 

Timmy tried to plead his innocence, "No Jenny; No I... 
I just couldn't help it; they were messing with me and 
it just got hard!" 

"Well; why have you got a hard on now?" He began to cry 
again. "It's called blue balls; it happens when a man 
doesn't get relief by coming." 

Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered hearing 
about blue balls, my friends and I had joked about it. 
I tried to undo Timmy, but the wire was too tight. I 
quickly put on my clothes and said I would have to get 
help. "No; Timmy whined; N...o don't leave me here!" I 
walked towards the door; the dirty bastard; I turned 
back to him. "You already came once; what made you get 
another hard on?" There was a look of despair on 
Timmy's face and he stammered, "I'm, s-sorry Jenny; I-I 
couldn't help it!" I left the barn in tears, shouting 
back. "I hate you!"

As I made my way across the field to the road, I 
couldn't help feeling that I had been betrayed by 
Timmy's hard on; I think that if the rockers had given 
him the opportunity he would have screwed me too. 

I knew we hadn't gone past any houses as we came along 
the road, so I walked in the direction we had been 
heading; after ten minuets or so I noticed a house down 
a driveway, and made my way to it, as I got to the door 
a woman came out of a nearby shed, "Can I help you?" I 
blurted out that I needed help. "Rockers; raped 
me...in...   barn; boyfriend...naked...tied up!" 

"Calm down dear; come in doors and tell me what 
happened." as I was explaining; she phoned the police. 
After fifteen minuets or so two police cars arrived at 
the house with several officers; the woman; Mrs. 
Willets was her name, explained what I had told her, 
and I filled in the details. While I waited at the 
house with a police woman; Mrs. Willets took the other 
officers to the barn, which belonged to her. A while 
later one of the police cars came back to pick the 
police woman and myself up; there sitting in the back 
as I got in was Timmy; minus his hard on.

After making our statements at the local police 
station, Timmy and I were taken home by our own 
parents. I tried to Contact Timmy several times, but he 
would have nothing to do with me; I think he and his 
parents somehow blamed me for everything; it made me 
feel disgusted with him; after all, I was the one who 
was raped and robbed of my virginity; I was the one 
made pregnant by those animals; yes my nightmare didn't 
end with my rape. 

The only bad thing to happen to Timmy was to be 
stripped naked, tied up and wanked off by one of the 
rockers; he must have enjoyed watching them shag me; 
why else would he get a hard on.

After months of investigations there were no arrests, 
the police picked up several bikers and I attended a 
couple of ID parades; but I honestly can't remember a 
single one of their faces. There was quite a lot of 
news coverage, but no one ever came forward with any 
information; no one was ever charged with my rape, or 
Timmy's abuse. Word got out after a while of what 
exactly happened. "I didn't spread it." 

Timmy was made a laughing stock by his friends for his 
part in our ordeal; he never got over the shame; I'm 
not sure if it was shame of not helping me more, 
although I know he couldn't have done anything; or 
shame of being wanked off by another man; people seemed 
to think he was a queer, which is untrue, I should 
know. A few years later I heard that he had committed 
suicide, such a sad waste of life.

I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl; after a lot of 
deliberation and agreement from my parents I decided to 
keep her; it was the best decision I ever made, we have 
had a wonderful life together. My daughter married a 
lovely caring man, now I am the proud grandmother to 
their three children. I myself never married, I never 
felt comfortable with men, and always at the back of my 
mind was the fear that men were out to hurt me; I did 
have male friends but I was never able to get close to 
any of them.

Sometimes I think back to the sixties, all the great 
times Timmy and I had with the scooter, such fond 
memories; then I think of the rockers and all the pain 
and heartache they brought to Timmy and I. They 
probably never realised the consequences of their 
actions that day. Timmy's suicide, caused his parents 
anguish. They changed my life forever, but they also 
gave me a beautiful baby; I miss Timmy, we might even 
have married some day, I loved him and maybe I would 
have loved his little dick too.

It turned out that the only thing wrong with the 
scooter, was dirt in the petrol tank.

Kathy S.     

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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