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Harley Ride

By: Zas



I hear the unmistakeable roar of your Harley as you pull up outside, and I walk out to meet you, "Mmmm," I think, "Leather jacket, jeans, boots and that lovely long hair!" 

I settle myself on the back, and wrap my arms around your body, I don't need to do that, but it feels nice and we both like it. This time I have something planned, and I smile to myself as we roar off down the street. 

Soon we are on the open road, heading towards the coast, the road is straight, and you are careful of the speed. 

I slide my hands down and under your jacket, looking for the button on your jeans, I undo it and push down your zipper, feeling your breathing get a little faster as you realise what I am doing. 

Your cock is semi firm and so I gently release it from your jocks and begin to stroke it with one hand, while the other one slides up, under your shirt and to your nipples. 

Now you are hard, and beginning to squirm on the bike, you slow down and turn on to a side road leading to the beach, we get rid of our helmets as we are going so slow, and I whisper, "Stop for a minute." 

I climb around in front of you, and sit, straddling the petrol tank, you move back a little and l lean forward and take your hard cock in my mouth. 

You are still navigating the road, the bike moving slowly along as I run my tongue around the base and then lick my way back to the top. 

I begin to suck you now, moving my lips up and down, faster and faster. 

I know you are nearly cumming, your breathing is ragged, and you groan at me to stop. 

I look up at you, and you kiss me deeply, tasting your precum on my tongue, you bring the bike to a stop, and you tell me, "Take off your jeans, baby." 

I do that willingly and lower my pussy to your hard cock, you are straddled over the bike, I am sitting on your cock. 

You move the bike slowly and now we are fucking, the bike bumping over the uneven ground, me holding your shoulders, you thrusting up as I move down. 

The feeling is amazing and I begin to moan, as my orgasm overtakes me, you feel my pussy muscles clenching and that sends you over. 

You stop the bike and plant your feet on the ground, and thrust up one more time, your tongue dancing with mine as we kiss, you cum in me, your juices spurting and flooding my hot pussy. 

Once we have recovered, and put our clothes back in order, we get back on the bike and continue down the road until we come to a secluded beach. I stand and drink in the sight of the ocean, you know how much I love the sea. 

We grab the towels and the drinks and off we go, looking for a spot in amongst the dunes, the place is deserted, but not unusual because it is winter. 

It is a sunny day but cool, and I think, "No way am I getting wet." 

We drop our stuff and walk down to the water, paddling in it, suddenly I splash you and with a grin I see the water found its target. 

"That's it!" you say, "I'm after you!" and you chase me as I run away. 

Soon I am caught and you drag me back towards the sea, as I plead with you not to soak me, 

"Too late woman," you say, and dump me on my back just as a wave comes up. 

I grab your foot as you try and run and you fall as well, we both collapse into fits of laughter. You stand and offer me your hand, I take it and you pull me into your arms and kiss me, a lingering deep kiss that leaves me breathless, and wanting more. 

"We need to get out of these wet clothes'" you say as we walk back to our towels. 

You remove your clothes and I do the same, and we wrap up in the towels, and sit watching the waves. 

You turn my head and kiss me again, exploring my mouth with your tongue as you run your fingers through my hair. 

We lay back and you push my towel away, then lower your mouth to mine again, I am on fire, my nipples are hard, my pussy is wet and I want you so badly. I can feel your cock hard against me, and I know you are as horny as me. 

"I can't wait'" I say, and I move so my legs are apart and you are between them. 

Still kissing me, you slide your dick into me, I am so wet and it goes in so easily I catch my breath as you move, slowly then faster, as I find the rhythm and match your movements. Ripples of pleasure course through my body as I cum again and again, but still it is not enough. 

"I want to be on top," I whisper, so we roll over, still connected and now I am riding your cock, you thrusting up as I push myself down hard, you catch my nipples between your fingers and rub them. 

I am cumming again, "This feels so good," I moan, but you know what I really need so you stop me and tell me to get on my knees, 

I do just that smiling as I know now I will get what I crave. 

I kneel with my legs apart and you are behind me now, your cock finds my wet hole and you push it all the way in, so deep, then pull almost all the way out, and you keep doing it, driving me to distraction. 

I can feel my juices dripping everywhere, you grab my hips and begin to thrust in earnest now, you are almost beyond the point of no return, I reach down and grab your balls, knowing it will send you over the edge, and sure enough you thrust harder and harder. 

I feel myself beginning to cum, waves and waves of pleasure coursing through me like electric shocks, I am sobbing with the intensity of it all, then with a final thrust, you are there, your juices filling me as you pump into my body, you moan my name as it just keeps on going and going, then finally we are spent, and we lay down, trying to come back to earth. 

The rushing in my ears slows to a gentle noise and I realise it is the sea I can hear. 

Harley Rider



She drove down the interstate, doing way past the speed limit when she saw a motorcycle coming up behind her. He had to be doing 20 or so faster, as he flew by her. When he went by, she looked at him and smiled sweetly. She waved and blew him a kiss as he pulled ahead of her. They were coming up on a off ramp to a rest area, as she seen him motion for her to turn off. She pulled up to the rest area and stopped. He was getting off the bike and taking off his helmet. His sexy smile and eyes were very warm and alluring. His black leather vest and chaps made her body tingle with excitement. He ask if she wanted to have a drink with him, as he set her on the bike and rode it way back in the rest area and parked it behind a tree. He turned around to face her on the bike. They introduced there selves and he popped a beer open for her to drink. 

It was colder than she expected and it went down really fast. He looked at her with lustful eyes. His eyes moved up and down her body checking out every detail and stopping to rest on her creamy mounds pushed up out of her shirt. She could tell that it had been a while since he was last with a woman. His face was tanned and sexy but yet serious and concerning. His hair wavy across his head. She wished that she could run her fingers through it, but resisted the temptation. He told her how beautiful he thought she was, as she blushed at his compliment. He knew he had never done anything like this on his bike but he wanted to take her and make her his, right here. He played with the curls of her long blonde hair. Her green eyes sparkled, as she looked at him. His hand caressed her cheek, feeling the softness of it made his heart flutter. 

He was already taken but he still felt like he was missing something. She looked at the wedding band on his finger and then looked at him. He looked her straight in the eye and told her not to ask. He had seen the wedding band on her hand as well but ignored it. He knew they were both looking for the same thing. They were both married but missing something that was impossible to get back, that a lot of couples lose and can never find again. They both knew that this wouldn't mean anything for either of them, or so they thought. After the first beer, she started feeling giddy, as he held her face and kissed her deeply. She thought she would lose her breath, as his kiss lingered on and on. She couldn't resist the temptation any longer to run her fingers through his dark short dark hair. His arms went around her pulling her closer to him. 

She knew as he kissed her, that their fate was sealed and that they would be together forever. He wasn't sure about how far she would let him go, but he knew he loved her already and had to make love to this sexy goddess. As his lips moved down to her neck, she took his hand and placed it on her breast. She heard him gasp, when he touched her. He lifted her shirt and unhooked the bra with one snap of his hand. Bending his head over, he takes a swollen nipple in his mouth. His tongue teasing it and going in circles around it. She puts her face next to his head, taking in the smell of his hair. The smell intoxicated her senses, as her body responded to his warm mouth. His mouth moves to her other breast, biting making her moan out in pain and pleasure. Her hands run up and down his back making scratch marks as they go. 

This drove his passion even harder for this blonde haired vixen. He knew he wanted her for his and would make her feel it when her made love to her on his Harley. His lips burned her skin as he made her feel nervous and excited all at the same time. She had never felt like this with anyone before and her heart was lost as he loved her body. She knew she would never go back to her old life, but everything happens for a reason. She wanted this man with a passion, as she reached to unzip his pants. He leaned back on the handle bars of the bike as she took out his hard rod and stroked it up and down. As her leaned over to take it in her mouth, she heard him moan when her lips touched him. It had been along time since he had a woman do this for him and it made him feel like a king. 

He had a huge load saved up, for along time and he hoped he didn't fill up her mouth before he got it where he really wanted it. He felt huge in her mouth but she took as much as she could, touching the back of her throat. His finger entangled in her long blonde curls, as her head goes up and down. He leaned up and pulled her head up and deeply kissed her again, making her feel the passion in his kiss. He took his finger and run across her luscious lips. She caught his finger in her mouth and sucked it. He got off the bike and had her trade places with him, laying her up against the handle bars. Her shirt open with creamy breasts exposed, he eased her skirt up over her hips. To his surprise, all he saw was a g-sting. He puts her legs over his shoulders and kisses up and down her thighs. He can smell her sweet musky scent coming from her body driving his senses wild. 

He took his hand and run over the fresh shaved Y between her legs. When his hand touched her body she moaned and thrust her body up to meet his hand. He knew that she had been without this kind of attention for a while. He was going to make up for lost time and give it to her good. His hands on her butt cheeks, he drove his face in with a gusto. She grabbed his head and pushed his face deeper. Her body was out of control as he fill her insides with his long tongue. He took his finger and rubbed her swollen love bud, making her scream as she exploded on his face. He sucked up her love juices, as she regained her heavy breathing. He looked up to see the satisfied look on her face and smiled to himself. He wasn't through with her yet, as he eased up closer to her and slid his throbbing rod inside her wet honey hole. 

Her beautiful body lay over the handle bars, half dressed. He moved in and out of her with a pounding fury. Her body arched to meet his, making him go harder and deeper. It was the first time he had ever done anything like this on his bike. It was such a erotic feeling that it made him thrust into her faster. He run his hands up under her shirt, tweaking and pinching her nipples. She moaned out in pleasure. This sent her emotions over the edge and made her explode on his hard rod. When he felt her body quiver from her orgasm her unloaded for the first time in months. It felt so good to shoot his hot load into her. He kept exploding inside her, feeling her muscles tightening around him squeezing every drop from his manhood. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply again. As they held each other, they both were almost in tears from the feelings that they were experiencing. 

It was the feeling of euphoria, something that neither of them had ever felt. He kissed the tears from her face. He knew they were happy tears, and what he felt inside was the same that she was feeling. They helped each other get dressed and just sat on the bike together. They held each other for along time meanwhile the sun was beginning to set. They talked about what they wanted in life and what they were both experiencing at home. They both knew they should go back home, but didn't want to leave what they had just started. He started the bike and drove her to her car. She got in the car and he leaned in to kiss her for one last deep, earth, shattering kiss. She clung to him as he held on to her in a fiery embrace. He got on his bike, started it and drove down the ramp. Her heart was breaking and the tears were falling. 

She put her head in her hands and wept for what she though she had lost. Just then she heard his bike coming back towards her car. He jumped off the bike, opened the door and pulled her out of the car. He had tears in his eyes as he told her that he never wanted to leave her again. He ask her to go with him now, no regrets. She gathered all of her belongings in the car and strapped them to the bike. Leaving the keys in the car, she took off her wedding band and left it on the dash. He helped her on the bike and before he got on he took off his wedding band and put it on the dash beside hers. He got on the bike in front of her and they rode off in the sunset together.



Harley Rides a Bat



When Barbara had been a little girl there were only two kinds of people out in Gotham after dark, victims and criminals. That had changed seven years ago when he had arrived seemingly from no where. In Gotham most people could clearly divide the history of their city into two distinct eras. Before the Bat and After. After the Bat arrived in Gotham there were three kinds of people out in Gotham after dark. Victims, criminals and heroes. For the first few years he'd been the only heroic vigilante stalking the streets of Gotham. Then came the Boy Wonder, Robin. Then came Nightwing. Finally there was the Dark Damsel, Batgirl. 

Heroes unfortunately weren't the only ones inspired by the Bat. While it was true that before he'd arrived the only people who dared walk Gotham after dark were either predators or stupid at least they were run of the mill thugs. They ran the range from purse snatcher to mob enforcer but there hadn't been crazed clowns gassing entire neighborhoods in those days either. No eco-terrorists feeding people to carnivorous plants. There was a time before their District Attorney had been horrifically scarred and started carrying around a two headed quarter with one of the heads scratched off. 

Occasionally Barbara missed those simple days. 

This, however, was not one of those times. 

Barbara was certain she'd never get over the rush of seeing a man's eyes widen not with lust but with terror. It was always the same. She'd swoop in over them, make sure they saw the shadow of the bat covering their own. They'd turn expecting to find him in a blind panic. Most of them wouldn't even know that they'd been targeted not by the Batman but by the Batgirl. It wouldn't matter either way. It turned out only the stupid ones were any less worried about because she was a girl. There was an extremely satisfying sort of 'whoosh' noise they all made when she landed on their shoulders driving them face first into the pavement and gracefully flipped away. Sometimes they'd be smart enough to just stay down but that was the exception to the rule. Most of them at least pulled a knife and came up swinging. Barbara occasionally wondered what would happen if the criminals in Gotham ever started taking martial arts or even joined a good gym. They were almost invariably winded in less than a minute and she could dance all night. 

Those were all the things that usually happened. Tonight that usual formula started going a bit askew at the first step. The man was supposed to be terrified of the Bat's shadow but this man wasn't. He wasn't afraid, he wasn't even a man. Barbara was already committed to her attack when the figure turned around and dropped the heavy trench coat revealing her black and red spandex. 

It was Harlequin. Recognizing the blonde contortionist threw Barbara off balance not that it really mattered. Harley easily rolled with the impact of the Batgirl the two female forms tumbling for a few feet before Harley came to a stop on top of the vigilante. They were close enough in strength that Barbara only made one attempt to slip her wrists from the clown girl's grasp. "Gotcha Batbitch!" Harley exclaimed with an enormous smile. Batgirl squirmed slightly beneath her captor trying to gauge if she could wrap her legs around the Harley and haul her off. "Ah ah ah." The clown girl shifted her hips down from Barbara's waist down to her thighs cutting off that particular plan. 

"What do you want?" Batgirl turned away from Harley. Of all the lunatic criminals in Gotham Harley was one of the few that Barbara couldn't stand to look eye to eye for more than a moment. It was because the eyes truly were windows to the soul and most of the criminals had black souls. That wasn't true with Harley though. Harley was at worst a dingy grey and often times it seemed to Barbara that she was actually a blank slate who wanted so badly to belong somewhere, to someone, that she lost herself in whoever would accept her. If Barbara allowed herself to look into Harley's soul she wanted to hold her and tell her it was going to be okay instead of knocking her out.

Harley wriggled her hips slightly before leaning down crushing her just a bit more than a handful of breast against Batbitch's bat-tits. "Whatcha thinking about?" Harley's voice coming out a playful song. Batgirl remained silent refusing to play games. "I'll tell you what I'm thinking about." Harley twisted so she was nose to nose with the Dark Damsel. "I'm wondering how Bat-lips taste." Without anymore warning she pushed her lips against Batgirl's.

Barbara's eyes widened initially with panic. It had been months since the last time she'd encountered Harley. She couldn't remember if she was currently with Joker, Ivy or on her own. That could be the difference between poison gas, poison lipstick or a genuinely harmless outing. Harley's tongue writhing around in her mouth wasn't helping Barbara to clear her thoughts. Neither was the faint cotton candy taste of Harley's lip gloss. The entire experience was a bit distracting. 

So distracting in fact that she didn't notice Harley had released on of her wrists until she felt her own bat-cuffs click shut around her wrist. "What?"

Harley had already secured the other end around her own wrist with a smile. "What? I didn't want to hold your hands the entire time Batbitch." Harley smiled and leaned back into the kiss and this time Batgirl didn't recoil at all. She did however gently roll so she was over her assailant and when their lips parted this time it was Batgirl doing the pinning. "I think I like how you taste. Come to mama!" While the two girls might have been comparably flexible, probably not though, Barbara had to admit that Harley moved like she didn't have any bones in her body. There wasn't a comparison between the two of them in quickness. Harley's attempt to surge up into a third kiss was cut short when Batgirl snagged one of the hair filled pom-poms dangling from either side of her head and pinned her back down to the concrete. "Ow! You're hurting me." Harley's voice dropped an octave from bouncy and playful to playful and sultry. "Do it again. I like it! Ruff!" She snapped her teeth after the back.

Against her better judgment Barbara allowed her eyes to meet up with Harley's. It was only for a second but that scared little girl was there pleading with her. This was just her latest cry for help, desperate for some attention, some human affection. The fact that she tasted like cotton candy wasn't much of a deterrent either. Still armed with a handful of hair Batgirl hauled the comely clown close for a third lip crushing kiss. "Maybe we can go someplace a little more private?" Batgirl suggested twisting Harley's hair.

"And maybe a whole lot softer." Harley added. Batgirl wished she could break away from those baby blue eyes but Harley had her and if this was a trap it was an expertly laid one. Batgirl nodded. "I know just the place c'mon!" Harley slid out from beneath Batgirl with such ease it made Barbara wonder if she'd ever had the criminal pinned. That thought only lasted a few second though.

Harley laced her fingers into Batgirl's and together started skipping down the road. Batgirl tried to resist the urge to skip along side the insane criminal and then fell in sync along side. Who was going to believe that they'd seen Harlequin and Batgirl skipping down the street together? Nobody, it was much safer than trying to be subtle and easier than trying to grapple from the rooftops with her partner in tow. A little part of her honestly didn't mind watching the perky clown's cleavage bouncing with each move. 

Their destination wasn't far from where they'd had their encounter. The entrance was hidden behind a thick curtain of what looked like kudzu vines. Batgirl tensed up when she saw the vines moving on their own when Harley reached for the doorknob. "Relax Batbitch, they won't hurt you. Not unless Red's around and even then these one are mostly just to keep hobos from gettin' curious." It was a little late to be worried about a trap anyway so Batgirl exhaled and let Harley drag her into the apartment extremely careful not to touch any of the leaves or vines.

"You live here?" Batgirl gasped. She'd always imagined that the criminals in Gotham lived in dirty little hovels. That was always where they turned up but this was a nice place if a bit disturbing with the combination of plants and clown paraphernalia decorating the walls. It certainly looked comfortable enough especially the king sized bed with a half dozen pillows laid out. Batgirl nearly went airborne when Harley leapt onto the bed. 

"Ouch." Batgirl muttered rubbing her shoulder slightly. Harley had an apologetic pout curling her lips and her eyes still had a sad tint. It wasn't like she'd meant to hurt her, Harley was just a bit overexcited. Batgirl reached up gently caressing the clown girl's face then snagged her pom-pom again and gave it a playful yank. "You think I can start your brain if I yank this a few times?" Harley smiled and Batgirl yanked a second time just a little harder this time and Harley responded with her best impression of a motorboat. 

She continued on and ultimately pressed her face between Batgirl's breasts shaking her head playfully back and forth until Batgirl yanked her into another kiss. This time though both ladies had a new but identical plans. Batgirl and Harley both tried to play it off as a loving caress that started at the other's cheek and happened to glide around to the back of the neck. Both of them found each other's zipper and both tried to ease it down so slowly that the other wouldn't notice they were being undressed. Both of them pretended not to notice. 

"You maybe want to get a little more comfortable?" Batgirl suggested reaching into her utility belt for the key to the cuffs. Batgirl produced the key with a smile and at the same time noticed Harley had some how slipped the cuffs and was peeling off her costume except. "Figures." Batgirl muttered. Harley was already down to just her mask, hoodie, gloves and booties complete with the little frills. 

"You look like you could use some help." It wasn't a question or if it was Harley didn't wait for Batgirl to answer her. She barely had enough time to remove her utility belt and toss it off the bed before her criminal companion started yanking her skin tight pants down over her shapely hips and thighs. The fabric turned itself inside out when Harley pulled it down over Batgirl's hips. The combination of strength on the part of Harlequin and gymnastic prowess on the part of Batgirl some how resulted in Batgirl standing on her hands when her pants finally managed to slide over her feet. Harley fell backwards landing on her strawberry shaped ass and Batgirl flopped over onto her stomach just a few scant inches away from Harley's pussy. 

"Really?" Barbara deadpanned. She had two tatooes, one of them of a clown face and the other of an Ivy leaf.

"They both wanted to claim me. I can get a Bat-Signal if you like. Then you'll know that I want you cus I can pull down my pants and summon you the same way Gordon shines his in the sky and-" Batgirl cut that conversation short when she hooked her arms beneath Harley's thighs and dragged her forward. Whatever Harley had meant to say was lost in a gasp turned moan. Her ankles crossed behind Batgirl's holding the heroine in place. 

Batgirl felt the air crushed from her lungs by the enthusiastic villainess. The idea that Harley was going to smother her flittered across her mind but it was gone as soon as she felt Harley's fingers affectionately rubbing her head through her mask. Every new turn of her tongue twisted Harley a new direction. It took Barbara just a few seconds to realize that she enjoyed this feeling of power immensely. When her tongue went left so did Harley's body, when it went right the strumpet followed and when she suckled on her clit the woman went into little convulsions. Barbara made a mental note to apologize to Nightwing the next time she saw him. She really shouldn't have made fun of him when he complained that her strong yet slender legs could clamp down painfully tight but if she did to him what Harley was doing to her he deserved a medal. Barbara didn't stop slurping and flicking her tongue though, she just turned up the pace slightly. Nightwing had learned quickly that he couldn't escape until she let him go and she wasn't going to let him do anything until she came. Barbara just assumed that Harley was the same way. Fortunately Harley was only a few more licks from an orgasm that seemed like it would blind her with its intensity.

"Wowsers." Harley whispered rolling away from Batgirl who remained in place smiling. "That was serenidiculous." As silently as she could manage Batgirl started gathering her costume. "You're not about to leave are you?" Harley stretched her arms out adorably like a child in need of a hug. Barbara sighed and dropped her things in a heap climbing back onto the bed and crawling into Harley's arms. 

"Harley I've got things to do." Barbara whispered. That damn cotton candy lip gloss was back front and center making it difficult for Barbara to keep her head straight. Having her nipples pressed against Harley's was having an equal effect on her already hazy thoughts. "If I'm not back soon. . .he worries." 

"B-Man?" Batgirl nodded suppressing a giggle. She'd always found it funny that Harley never called anybody by their name except in the absolute most serious of situations and sometimes not even then. "Oh don't worry about him. He should be busy with Mr. J all night long." Batgirl's eyes widened. "Kidding! I'm just yanking your chain. Don't leave." Batgirl frowned more at herself than anything else. She'd let herself get lost in those eyes once again and she nodded curling up with Harley and pulling the covers up around them both.