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Ride

By: Banditinoz



You sense someone behind you, but only after the blindfold has already been skillfully and securely placed over your eyes. A strong arm wraps firmly around your waist, pinning your arms before you can lift them to remove the blindfold. You feel the stranger’s hot breath at your neck, causing panic to begin to set in. Then you hear him, his soft and soothing voice whispers close to your ear, "Don't panic baby, I won't hurt you, relax and enjoy the ride." 

His gentle voice is calming, enabling you to relax a little, so you open your mouth to speak, "Ssssshhhh, say nothing," he says. 

Suddenly you gasp as his strong arm easily lifts you and carries you toward a low rumbling noise. You feel yourself being lifted higher, then being lowered. Instinctively you straighten your legs out front to try and keep your balance. Then you feel something slide between your legs as you are lowered, like a saddle, no, a motorcycle seat. 

The rumbling noise thuds beneath you, as you feel yourself placed on the seat. The vibrations of the powerful motor reverberate through the seat, sending incredible sensations between your legs and coursing through your body. You feel the strong arm move from around your waist. Now you can escape, but you don't want to. Your fear has been replaced by excitement, the wetness you feel between your legs bearing testimony to this. 

Then you feel him straddling the seat in front of you and settling in. "Put your arms around me!" he orders you, "Pull yourself close, really close!" You want to speak, ask him who he is, where he is taking you, but you daren't. So silently you do as you're told, wrapping your arms around him and shuffling as far forward as you can. 

The friction of your movements on the hot seat pulls your short skirt up, making it ride up so high over your thighs, that your panties are now completely exposed. You wriggle in your seat, the wet gusset of your panties sliding over it. You find your comfort zone, so close to this stranger, just where there’s a hard lump is in the seat and you settle there and find your clit hard pressed against the hard lump, sending vibrations through you as the motorcycle powerful motor rumbles. 

"HOLD ON!!" he yells as he revs up the powerful motor. You gasp as you hold him tighter. The sudden rev of the motor intensifies the vibrations on your clit, causing you to have a sudden and intense orgasm. You hear a low chuckle from your stranger as the powerful machine lurches forward. He knows, you know he does, knows what his machine is doing to you. 

Though still blindfolded, you can actually sense him smiling to himself as he goes through the gears, revving the motor at each change. You know that he's happy now, happy in the knowledge that he's got you. You couldn't leave now, not even if you wanted to. 

You travel for what seems like hours, when in fact it's only several minutes. The continuous sensation of movement, the lurching forward as he changes through the gears, plus the incredible vibrations emanating from the hard lump in the seat, and the fact that you're still blindfolded, all combine to put you into an incredible state of arousal. You're so wet now that you feel as though you will slide right off the hot seat, all you can think of now, is getting hold of something hot and hard. 

Your hands begin to slowly make their way down to what you crave. Then at that same moment, you feel the machine beneath you suddenly slow down, causing you to slide hard into the stranger and hang on again as you feel yourselves making a hard turn. The surface beneath you is rough now, bumps and divots seemingly everywhere. It takes you a moment to adjust to the new sensations, then as quickly as it began, it's over as you stop, where, you don't know. 

As you feel the stranger get off the bike, you wonder why the motorcycle doesn't move or topple. You feel around with your hands and realise that your seat spreads out behind you. 

"It's a Trike, a three wheeler." You hear the stranger say, "That's why it stays upright." 

Then you feel his strong arm wrapping around your waist again, gently pulling you back until you rest against his chest. You can feel his hot breath on your neck as he whispers in your ear, "Now the fun starts." 

You feel yourself being turned around in the seat, until you know you're facing the other way. He takes your hands and lets you slowly lay back on the seat, with your legs hanging over the back of the Trike. Then one by one, you feel the buttons of your blouse being undone, until finally you feel it fall open. Then slowly his hand starts at the waist of your skirt and slides it's way up your stomach to your breasts. 

"We'll have to get rid of this,” he says as he touches your bra. 

You reach behind yourself to undo the clasp, when you hear "SNAP! SNAP!" and you realise that you're hands have been cuffed. 

"You don't do anything," he says, "just lie back and enjoy." 

You lie back down again with your hands behind your back and get comfortable. Suddenly you feel something cold on your stomach, slowly tracing a line up and between your breasts. 

"A KNIFE!" you exclaim loudly. 

"Ssshh, I'm not going to hurt you,” he says as you feel the blade slide between your breasts, then pull suddenly as it cuts through your bra. Your breasts spill free, a cool breeze blow across them and instantly your nipples become hard. 

"Mmmm, that's nice, very nice indeed." you hear him say as he slowly and gently traces lines over and around your breasts with the cold steel tip of the knife. The danger of the knife, the mystery of the man you can't see, the handcuffs and the suspense as the stranger continues to tease you, still not really touching you, but still managing to arouse you. The cold blade is removed, only to return straight away, but this time tracing a line along your thigh. 

Slowly it continues up until you catch your breath when you feel it slide along the gusset of your wet panties. You're so wet now, you know he can see the outline of your lips through the material, as he gently runs the blade along them. "These will have to go too." you hear him say, as you feel the blade slide under and across the strap on one side. You feel a sharp tug as he cuts through the material. Then you feel the blade slowly move across the top of your mound and under the strap on the other side, cutting through it also. The gusset of your panties stays where it his, stuck there by your own juices. 

"Hehehe." he chuckles, "We’ll have to do something about this I think." 

The cold blade slides under the waistband of your panties, flipping the gusset away from you. You gasp as you feel the cool rush of air against your soaked pussy. Then you feel his hot breath, his mouth mere centimetres from your pussy. "Mmmm, we definitely have to do something about this." 

His hot breath turns to cool wind as he purses his lips and blows gently between your legs. Instinctively you draw up your knees to provide him better access. You feel the cool breeze as he gently blows from your ass, then up to and over your soaked pussy. The cool air blowing against your hot pussy sends tingles through you and up to your breasts, making your nipples harder than ever. You wish your hands were free so you could play with them, or use them to hold yourself open to him. You realise that this can't be, so you simply have to give in to his exquisite torture. 

You push down on the back of the trike with your feet, raising your hips as you start to slowly rotate them. His hand presses firmly down on your stomach, prohibiting your movement as you feel his wet tongue against the inside of your thigh. Slowly it slides up and between your legs, stopping just before it gets to your wet pussy. You feel his tongue gently slide up one side of your pussy, then down the other. Never does it actually touch it, just moving alongside your wet lips, then over the top and down again. 

Again you move your hips, pushing them towards his face, hoping his tongue will explore your pussy. Then his hand moves away, returning under your ass to help lift your hips. You push down harder on your feet to help lift your hips also, making yourself totally open to him. His hot breath is on your pussy again, then the tip of his nose, as it gently works it's way between your wet lips. 

You feel his tongue, just the tip of it, as it slowly traces a wet circle around your asshole. The circles becoming smaller until you feel the tip of his wet tongue pushing against your tight ring. All the while his nose is sliding up and down between your lips, brushing against your clit on every upward stroke. You push your hips forward, and you feel his nose push hard against your clit, while his wet tongue forces itself inside your tight ass. His head moves around, massaging your clit with his nose and sliding his wet tongue in and out of your ass. Then you feel his tongue slide across your ass, along your perineum, then finally ever so slowly; you feel his tongue push its way inside your aching pussy. 

His face is pushed so far between your legs, that you wonder how he can breathe, but only for a second. You feel the bristles of his beard tickling your ass as his head bobs up and down, his tongue pushing inside you, lapping up your juices as they flow freely from your pussy, and his nose, ever present, ever busy, pushing up and down, rubbing around and around your sensitive clit. 

Then it starts; beginning in your pussy, then working it's way into your stomach, along your thighs, down your legs and to your toes. It ripples out from your pussy, flowing to the outer regions of your body. Building like a swell in the ocean, moving faster, getting bigger, until it finally peaks and breaks, crashing into itself. The intensity of your orgasm causes you to shake and shudder, a low groan emanates from deep within you, as you realise that the cuffs were never locked and you pull your arms out. 

You think you feel his face begins to move away, but now with your hands free, you reach down and grab the back of his head. Your legs splay out straight and as wide as you can get them. You pull his face further into you, as hard as you can as you thrust your hips forward to meet him. Without missing a beat, you feel his mouth open wide, enveloping your pussy and sucking on your lips, drawing them into his mouth. You feel his tongue push between them, pushing in and up, searching for its prize and finding your swollen bud. Ever so gently you feel your clit being sucked and drawn between his teeth, his tongue dancing around and across it. 

You feel two fingers sliding up and down your lips, pushing further between them with each pass. You thrust your hips forward and sigh as you feel his fingers slide all the way inside you. His fingers move around inside you, feeling every crease, every curve, probing into you. Then his fingers push up and against the wall of your pussy behind your clit. You feel the exquisite pleasure as his fingers rub against you there. The pressure going through to your clit as he teases it with his tongue. Then you feel the muscles in your pussy contracting again, clamping around his fingers. You pull his face into you once more, knowing you're almost there. But then he breaks your grip, pulling his head away and sliding his fingers out of you. You whimper at his retreat, your body already shaking, spasms in your pussy. Silence, just for a moment, but it feels like an eternity. 

Then you feel it, hot and hard, as he pushes the head of his cock against your pussy. Parting your lips ever so slightly as he slides his knob up and down them. Then he starts to push, very slowly, so just the head is inside you, then he stops and waits. 


"Oh no you don't!!" you protest as your hands reach behind his butt. "You don't stop now, now you're going to fuck me hard!!" You grab his ass; nails dug in, then pull him into you as hard as you can. At the same moment he thrusts and your bodies come together with an almighty "SLAP!" He starts to pump his hard meat into you, pounding against your pubis and clit with every thrust. Your orgasm is almost immediate, already being built up from the work of his skilful mouth. Your muscles contract around the fat cock inside you, gripping it like a vice. He pushes himself in as hard and as far as he can, grinding into you, stimulating your clit with his movements. It starts again, before you've even recovered from the first one. One orgasm flows into another. 

"Mmmmm, is that good baby?" You hear him say as he starts to slowly pump in and out of you. "YES IT IS" you scream at him, "YOU'VE HAD YOUR FUN, NOW FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD!!" 

He needs no further encouragement and he starts thrusting hard, pounding into you again, just raw brutal sex now. 

"So you wanna be fucked hard then eh?" he says, "Well this biker's gonna fuck your brains out now girl!" 

Harder and faster he pounds into you, almost pounding you off the trike. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper until he can hardly move. Then you pull yourself up and off the trike, impaling yourself on his cock. You twist yourself on him, forcing him to turn around and sit on the trike himself. Your legs still wrapped around him, and your arms around his neck, you slow the pace down and slide up and down on his hard cock. Your pussy muscles contracting around his cock, trying to milk him of his cum, then you feel it again. 

"I'm gonna cum again baby, please cum with me, fill my pussy with your hot cum." 

It starts and you bear down on his cock, squeezing him for all you're worth. "Oh, aah, I'm c c cum..." 

At the same instant you feel his cock expand inside you, filling you more, you're already cumming, you know he is about to, but you're ready for it. You feel the first jet of his hot cum as it squirts into the back of your pussy. The feeling is sensational, but you can't give in to it yet, you have plans. 

With incredible speed and agility, you are off of him and on your knees in front of him. You still can't see because of the blindfold, but you can feel his cock spasm in your hand and you feel another jet of hot cum squirt over your face. Then you have his pulsing cock in your mouth, forcing the head to the back of your throat. You literally suck the last few jets of cum out of his cock, feeling it slide down your throat. 

"Oh my god, please save me!" you hear him say as he grabs a handful of your hair and shudders uncontrollably. You can feel his body start to slide down, his legs giving way. 

"Oh no you don't." you think to yourself as you grab his ass. You can feel him start to soften, but you have other ideas. 

You continue to suck on his cock as your hand slips between his legs to gently squeeze on his balls. You feel him getting hard again, but not enough. Your other hand moves behind him and you gently push one finger against his tight asshole. Slowly pushing it inside him while still massaging his balls and sucking on his cock. Gently moving your finger inside him until you find his prostate to massage it. Now there's the response you were after you think as his cock swells and gets harder in your mouth. You move your head back, gently biting on his cock as you go. 

Then you flick your tongue all over, around and under the head, sliding down the big vein under his cock to his balls, sucking them into your mouth. Licking back up the underside and taking the head in your mouth again. All the while your hands staying busy on his balls and ass. Then you move your hand from his balls and firmly grab the base of his cock, starting a slow steady pumping action as you suck hard on the head. Suddenly he grabs you by the hair and says, "NO, STAND UP!" 

Reluctantly you let go of his cock and stand up as you feel him lead you to the back of the trike. 

"Lean over here and brace yourself, you won't fall." he says as he guides you over. You feel a sharp sting on your ass as he gives you one good slap there and says, "This is what I want now!" 

So you lean further forward, pushing your ass up in the air and thinking, "Well we're really going all the fucking way now!" 

Your hips gyrate as you feel his fingers slide around in your wet snatch. His slippery fingers sliding back along your perineum to your ass, and you feel one finger gently push against your tight ring. Slowly he eases the finger in your ass and begins to pump it in and out. Then another finger joins the first, as you feel your ass begin to relax and open to welcome them both. He continues to ream your ass with his fingers, rubbing your clit at the same time with his thumb, then he says, 

"There, I think you're ready now." 

You feel his fingers leave you, only to be replaced by the feeling of his hard cock head pushing against your tight hot asshole. He gently pushes the head in, stopping there to allow you to get comfortable first. 

"FUCK THIS" you think, "I'M READY NOW!" 

You push back hard against him, "good girl" he says as his cock slides in to the hilt and fills your ass. He starts thrusting into you at a steady pace and you move in time with him. 

"AND NOW..." he says. You don't even have time to wonder what's coming next when you already feel the hum of the vibrator against your pussy. "Oh my God!!" you think as he rubs it across your clit and then inside you. Your legs go stiff, your feet go taught and you're standing on your toes. Your pussy starts to spasm, gripping the vibrator as it rubs against the cock that's swelling in your ass. Your orgasm rips through you at the same moment that you feel his cock twitch and shoot jets of hot cum in your ass. You both scream at the intensity of your orgasms and collapse on the ground together. 

Exhausted, you fall asleep. You wake up to the sound of the phone ringing. Rubbing your eyes, you look around and find yourself at home in bed. Was it a dream? Surely not you think as you unsteadily stand up and feel hot fluid running down your thighs. You walk slowly toward the phone, sore and trying to stem the flow from your ass and pussy. You pick up the phone thinking that this was no dream, as you hear his voice say, 

"Wanna go for a ride?..."

Ride



I'm riding in the back seat of the car that she arranged for me. Queen Street West is still busy, edgy with rain threatening the dark streets.

My pulse is hammering in my chest. I feel a high-voltage electric thrill of anticipation. Tonight, after she's done at her gallery's show opening event, we will fuck for the first time. She knows it and I know it.

It has been eight weeks, two months of collaboration since she first contacted our firm. After her first inquiry, she had come to Montreal at our invitation so we could give her our pitch. It was nothing unusual for us. She was a Toronto gallery owner thinking about starting another location here in Montreal. It's what we do. If she liked us and signed on, we would work out the concept for her new space, find it and then make it a reality.

Since then I haven't felt so infatuated about a woman since I was in high school. Curse my over-thinking head. Curse my imagination, seeing the things that have happened and might happen yet. It is as if my head is an editing suite and it's a movie that's taking shape. I see how the flush came to her neck that day in the lobby when we said goodbye. I see how she moves, her dancer's bearing, the clothes that fit her body so perfectly. I see her in the golden light that morning at the unfinished space we were renovating for her in Old Montreal. A t-shirt, neither too tight nor too loose, hinting at her nipples. Her worn blue jeans, worn through at the knees and riding low and comfortable on her hips. Her hair lit by that perfect crossing light, a golden halo in the dusty air. 

"We could do some things," she said when we were alone last week in Montreal as we rode down in the elevator to our building's lobby. She didn't mean the firm, not Charbonneau and me together. She meant only me. We could do projects, or build a new business together, she with her network in the Toronto art scene and me with my kind of creative abilities. Her words spoke about our careers, the possibilities we could explore, the thrill of adventuring into an exciting future. Yes, we could do some things, but I wanted more. I wondered if she did, too.

Finally in the lobby, it was time to say goodbye. Our handshake turned into a hug, the hug into a kiss on the cheek, neither of us wanting to break the hug. There was something in the way she pressed her body into mine. She looked at me as if she were trying to read something off the back of my skull, and that's when I knew that she and I wanted more than just projects.

She said the words again.

"We could do some things. Come to Toronto."

We could do some things. We could fuck. 

I've been unable to stop thinking about her and what is going to happen tonight ever since then. She's invaded my mind and taken it over almost completely. I find myself staring off, dreaming and imagining. She is front of mind, during the day when I'm supposed to be doing things, even more at night when I try to sleep. A week of this, since the last moment we had in the lobby of our building, the moment when the foreplay began.

And so now, a week later, I know and she knows what will happen tonight. 

A light ahead turns to green, but the traffic is so socked in that nobody is moving. The intensity I'm feeling continues to build.

The movie in my head sees things that haven't happened yet, things that will happen, the things behind the real reason that I've come to Toronto. Wrapping her hair into my fingers and bringing her lips to mine. I hear the soft buzz of her zipper, the hiss of fabric as it slides from her body and the smoothness of her skin under my touch. I imagine the way she smells, the sight of her bright eyes. I see our clothes slipping off to the floor, the sensation of her naked skin against mine...

We hadn't provided a car for her when she came to Montreal the first time. Maybe we should have. Charbonneau, my business partner, mocked me about the arrangements she was making for my visit to Toronto the following week. 

"Elle veut faire des affaires avec tu, et non l'entreprise," he said once she was gone. Maybe it's me, not the company, that she's interested in. But earlier this week we received her fax with all the papers signed. Officially she's a client. But she's interested in me, too, and the feeling is mutual.

And so here I am in the back of a pretty slick Audi, being driven to her gallery on Queen Street West in Toronto. And no, Charbonneau wasn't invited.

The driver, Tomasz, has taken me to my hotel already and he waited while I dropped off my bag. He doesn't know it, but I do and she does, too: it's not likely I'll be spending the night in the hotel.

I'm supposed to be at the gallery by nine o'clock, but right now, we're stopped in traffic. Tom has quietly called her to tell her we're running a bit late.

I hate being late, but I really hate being late for this. I'm all keyed up in the back seat. I'd say that this intensity started last week in the building's lobby, but really, it started long before that. My mind drifts to our first meeting in Montreal.

My first glimpse of her was from behind. As I had come through the boardroom door, she was facing away, talking with Charbonneau. His eyes had darted away from her and she had noticed so she began to turn around to face me.

"Roland, I'd like you to meet Mireille Archer."

An English-speaking woman with a French name.

Even from behind I saw something in her. At first I wasn't sure, but then it dawned on me what I was looking at and responding to. It was something about her physicality, but not hot, raw sexuality. With Charbonneau off to the side looking at this young woman's ass whenever he could steal a glance, what I saw was her posture or her carriage. It was that special kind of athletic grace of a dancer. It's something in the lower back, I think, as if that beautiful curve anchors all the rest and all of the energy, the lift of the chest, the relaxed shoulders held down, I think it all starts in the dancer's lower back.

And that posture carries with it a lot about who she is. Disciplined. Artistic. Expressive. A mind and spirit conjoined with a dancer's body. I took all this in in a fraction of a second, even before I had seen her face or heard her speak.

I would say that I was attracted to her right from the start, but that doesn't quite capture it. It wasn't just a physical thing. It wasn't a sexual thing. It felt more like curiousity. Yes, I felt curious about her. I wanted to know about her dancing, what was important about it to her, why she danced. I wanted to hear her stories, to hear how dance related to her whole life, how her identity wrapped itself around the art. Yes, even before she had turned to face me, I was interested.

Tomazs has pulled the car quickly into an empty spot next to the curb. We are here. It's a no stopping zone so quickly I tip him and go out onto the sidewalk. He pulls away swiftly.

Entering the gallery's reception room, I scan the room for her. There. She is across the room standing in a small group. She hasn't seen me come in. Tonight she has forgone a suit or a dress and has chosen a look of rugged feminity, jeans, a leather bomber jacket and boots. It is as if she has just swung her leg over to dismount from her Hayabusa. I imagine her riding athletically, helmet and dark visor hiding her face. I picture how she feels the raw muscle of the bike, the engine's gutteral power, the rising whine between her legs.

Her ponytail hangs over the collar of the brown leather jacket. Her jeans fit so perfectly. Her body is made for clothes, her narrow hips, her tight ass. The denim covers her, not stretched tight, not binding her, but with no sloppy folds either, relaxed and perfect. Hiking boots, her feet are apart, as if in a stance of braced physical anticipation. She is solid, set, ready.

When someone in her group notices my stare, I am pointed out to her. She breaks free from the conversation, wine glass in hand, whirling to face me. She beams her smile. A thrill charges through me so powerfully that I almost shudder. And in her smile and her eyes, there is her confirmation: Tonight. Soon. I watch her eyes scan me from head to toe and back. Her excitement reflects against mine.

Together, we schmooze with the guests and artists for a good hour, but as soon as she feels she can she make her excuse, she speaks to her assistants about closing up for the night and we make our escape. Tomasz and the Audi are waiting at the door, engine running.

It has started by the time we open the car's door and get in. In the back seat of the car I'm hard already. I check the rearview. Tomasz seems discreet, not watching us. My hand goes to her breast under her open jacket. She presses against me in the back seat, kisses me deeply. She nestles into me, whispering, kissing my ear, a small wet lick. Oh baby, tonight I'm going to fuck you so good. Her whisper, tinged with her own arousal, her urgent anticipation. I wonder if her words alone could make me come.

At last, we arrive at her condo building. Tomasz drives off, and we enter the lobby. There is another couple in the elevator. Probably a good thing, I think. The doors open at her floor and we get off. The way she walks down the corridor ahead of me toward her suite. It is her hips, the way they swing, a kind of taunting jangle of her hips. It's not a model's runway walk, not so exaggerated, and the pace is too purposeful. She struts a little too quickly, as if her own eagerness fights with her self-control. Her ass taunts me, wants me, her sexual energy, a comet's trail bright behind her.

Already, even out in the hallway of her floor nearing her suite she has started to undress. She takes off her jacket and without even looking she flings it over her shoulder at me behind her. The scent of its leather smacks me in the face. She turns the key in the door but doesn't open it. Instead, she spins to face me, her back pressed to the door. Her eyes bore into mine and without looking, she quickly undoes her belt, the button of her jeans and rips the zipper down. I am the one who looks away. I look down and glimpse smooth skin below her navel and lower, a flash of purple lace. I want to kiss her there, kiss her everywhere. Her hands rush to undo the top button of her shirt but she stops there. She lifts her arms as if to put them around my neck and take me in to her for a fierce kiss. But no, she places the backs of her hands above her head flat against the door. She won't clasp herself to me. It's up to me, up to me to take her, up to me to accept her taunting offer. Submission, yes, but her submission is her sexual power over me, willful submission that knows me, controls me, forces my capitulation to her. I kiss her hard and she matches me but then her mouth relaxes against my lips and she laughs as if she has won the contest, breathing her mocking chuckle into my mouth.

As we kiss again, she reaches behind unlatches the door. We stumble in. Her hand goes to my belt and I'm dragged through the darkened aparment into the bedroom. She flips a light on. Her eyes are bright, full of fun. In an instant her shirt is gone - the hell with buttons, she has pulled it over her head, flung it away. She bends away from me to loosen her boot laces and the sight makes me feel the artistic rush again. To draw what I see, maybe a painting, maybe a sculpture, something. The lean muscles of her back, her arms and shoulders working quickly. The curving ripples of her spine, another facet of her femininity, her beauty. Her thong peeks over the belt of her jeans, a thin string of purple. I need to have the moment and so I sear what I see into a life long memory.

She kicks the boots away and they bounce noisily to the other side of the room. She wriggles out of her jeans, tight over her hips, waggling one way then the other and at last the jeans are free. She leans forward as she pushes the jeans down, smiling, laughing, as if she's teasing me. Her breasts puff slightly above her bra. She uses her feet to dance out of the jeans crumpled on the floor and kicks them away, deftly strips off her bra and throws herself down on the bed. I see her laughing face, her breasts now free, bouncing once and settling, they hold their shape as she lies on her back. How beautifully they lift when she abandons her arms over her head, fingers relaxed and curled. Again, her false submission drives my arousal.

Suddenly she remembers something and rolls quickly to her side. She's propped on one elbow, the other hand reaching into the bedside drawer and pulling out condoms. She flips one at me aiming for my face, another, another. I can't get out of my clothes quickly enough, my cock springing free at last. She sits up and rips a condom package open with her teeth, spitting it away. Quickly her hands are on me, her touch, her fingers on my cock, she smoothes the condom down my length.

She rolls back and again lets her arms fall loosely over her head. They are my invitation to have her, to take her, unrestrained. Do me. Do me. She has left her thong on for me to remove. As I climb onto the bed and lower myself to her she raises her legs, the dancer's beautiful legs in the air, her flat stomach. I pull her thong away, the tiny purple triangle of lace, away from her pussy, over her legs and feet, then off. Finally she is naked with me. We embrace

As I enter her, her face lights up again, as if surprised, her eyes brilliant and widening. This is unexpected, different. With other women sex is serious and grave. Their faces strain and grimace, and their expressions and moans sound as if their arousal is a painful thing, an extreme, exhausting effort. 

But with Mireille, as I glide more deeply into her, it is different. Her mouth is open in a wide smile and her jaw drops in exhilaration at the sensations. It is as if she is on a thrill ride, her mouth opening more and more and more the deeper I go, ready to scream as we drop over the highest peak of the rollercoaster, as we accelerate wildly through swoops and turns. I am buried deeply inside her and we are in the momentary weightless excitement of it. As I begin to move over her she squeals, laughs with every thrust. It is as if every blast of her growing arousal is something new, something amazing that her body is discovering for the first time. It is as if her body has never yet taken her to ecstasy, as if this new delight is something her body is giving to her as a present. 

And when she comes, it is with laughter again as if her body itself has become the ride. Her orgasm is apart from her, something she needs to hold on to for dear life, something that could carry her away. She is laughing at herself, laughing at the way her body has her now, laughing at how her limbs jerks uncontrollably, laughing as her orgasm throws her spasming body around with a mind of its own. Don't pull out! Don't pull out! she says. I feel the tiny, pillowy pulses at the tip of my cock as she comes, small kisses around my cock, while the tremors jolt her violently. Now it is I who am hanging on for dear life. Six rhythmic clenches shake her. Her eyes, open and intense are riveted to mine, as if she wants me alongside her as she comes, six jolts, a pause, another and a longer pause. And then one more, as if her body is having its last laugh, her eyes widening in the surprise.

"Whew! Rollo!", she says grinning when it is over. I hold her close, breathing hard. I kiss her fiercely and as I too start to come down, as we start to relax together, I know for sure that in a while she will want to get back on the rollercoaster and ride again.



Ride A Cock Horse



Cupping her elbow lightly in his hand, Goncourt led Lady Huysmans from the dining room, across the tiled hall to the broad sweeping staircase. She was a haughty woman, he knew she would flinch at any more intimate touch, a woman of breeding who hunted and rode to hounds and would feel herself to be a little above the likes of him. Her cool reserve throughout dinner had been an annoyance to him, the ice in her eyes and the pride in her smile infuriating. She held herself aloof, looked down on him, as if challenging him to even dare think he might be her equal.

Yet if there was annoyance in that challenge there was also excitement, for she was a beautiful woman, a delicate aristocracy about her features, a dark disdain about the set of her mouth which he could not disregard, and Goncourt felt a thrill in his loins as he thought of how her pride might be broken.

Slowly they climbed the staircase to the first floor of the manor house, gently he guided her along the corridor to the playroom, the only sound for the moment the soft rustle of her long silk skirt.

Her marked disinterest when he had first mentioned the room had momentarily angered him, the condescending way she had said 'how interesting' when he had told her of his collection of toys. As if such things were beneath her, as if such a passion on his part could be no passion at all, but indicative of a solitary man's sad life.

She had finally been persuaded to see, though, if only to satisfy her curiosity about the man who had bought the manor, if only to humour him. And now she would learn, about passion.

"They are mainly Victorian items in my collection," he told her, as they reached the end of the corridor and began to mount a final shallow flight of stairs. "The Victorians were not the dull people they are sometimes made out to be," he continued, as he produced a key and slipped it into the lock. "They too had their secrets, their passions, their dark desires."

"Really?" she said, stifling a yawn behind her hand as she waited for him to turn the key.

"Oh yes, as dark as yours I would guess," Goncourt smiled, finally unlocking the door, and as he pushed it inwards he caught a first glint of interest in her steel grey eyes. "After you, Lady Huysmans," he gestured, with a courteous wave of the hand.

She entered the room, her skirt brushing against him as she passed, leaving a faint hint of her perfume in her wake, a delicate fruity fragrance. Goncourt followed, closing the door after them, remained a step behind Lady Huysmans as he admired her slender waist, the swell of her hips, imagined the firm thighs beneath the fine silk.

He gave her a moment to take in the room.

It was dimly lit, lights flickering to resemble weak yellow gas lamps making shadows dance lazily across the walls, and in the amber gloom she could make out cabinets and shelves bearing all manner of objects; soft toys and tin automata, porcelain dolls and carved ivory figures, wind-up toys which stood eerily still for the moment, looking almost menacing in their inert state. 

In the centre of the room, though, dominating all and commanding her attention, was a large wooden rocking horse.

It stood the size of a pony, exquisitely carved, the wood polished and lacquered, painted a creamy white and dappled with grey, its mane and tail of coarse jet hair. Its forelegs reared dangerously, its hind legs stretched back gracefully; face snarling and eyes bulging, it seemed imbued with power, a magnificent beast caught in mid gallop.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Goncourt said, speaking softly as he came up beside Lady Huysmans, then taking her by the elbow once more and leading her towards it.

"There is some craftsmanship there," she conceded, touching her hand to its polished flank, lacquered nails resting lightly on the lacquered wood which felt warm, as if the beast breathed. She stroked her fingers back and forth, said, "Yes, there's no denying it's well made."

He let her stroke the horse for a moment, then asked, "Would you like to mount it, sit astride it, perhaps? Its polished flanks would feel so good between your thighs."

She withdrew her hand sharply, as if the horse had turned and snapped at her. "Oh, I think not!" she laughed nervously.

Of course! Such childish amusements would be beneath such a haughty woman!

"Just for a moment?" he pressed her, smiling slyly to himself as he noted how her pale cheeks had coloured slightly, how the matt steel grey of her eyes had taken on a brighter sparkle. He looked slowly about the room, as if searching the shadows. "There is no one else here, no one to see. And I did say the Victorians had their secrets. The horse is not all that it seems to be."

Her curiosity was piqued, for the first time that evening she grinned, albeit cautiously. "Well…"

"Come on!" he encouraged her, his hand in the small of her back to urge her forward, moving her that final step so that her thighs pressed against the side of the horse. "You could be a child once again, laugh with joy for once, rather than out of disdain."

A little modestly, she said, "I would have to pull up my skirt. It is too long, would get in the way of me sitting astride the saddle." 

"Or you could go naked perhaps?" Goncourt now bravely suggested. "Bareback riding? You could pretend to be galloping naked through the night, you and the horse dappled by the moonlight, a flashing free spirit in the darkness of the woods."

She frowned, her eyes flashing like daggers at him, then hitched up her skirt daintily with one hand, offered him the other. "Help me," she said. 

Steadying the horse with one hand, with the other Goncourt took hers and helped her to climb into the saddle, enjoying the momentary glimpse of firm white thighs before her skirt spilled back over them.

"Now put your feet in the stirrups, take hold of the reins," he told her, and when she was settled, once she had done as instructed, he took his hand from the horse. 

It rocked gently beneath her weight, an inch or two forward, an inch or two back.

Lady Huysmans' smile returned, her manner again a little less aloof, as if she was allowing to surface some vestige of that child which he had encouraged her to be. She turned to him, said, "I can almost feel its heart beating between my legs."

Goncourt nodded his understanding, said, "They do say that horse-riding can be exciting for a woman, all that raw power between her thighs. Is that true, Lady Huysmans?"

"Yes, I suppose there is something in that," she agreed, running her fingers through the horse's mane, along the side of its neck.

"And the control you have over that power? Perhaps that has something to do with it?"

"Perhaps," she said, a little distractedly, her mind perhaps taking her back to the hunt, or to the point-to-point, enjoying the sensation for real.

"But suppose you had no control over that power," Goncourt ventured, and his voice now took on a darker tone. "Suppose that power was unbridled, so to speak, in the same way that passion is sometimes described."

"Meaning?" she asked, turning to him once more.

"Lean forward a little, take firm hold of the reins," he told her, offering no explanation. And then, when she hesitated: "Please? Trust me? Take tight hold of the reins as you would do when riding to hounds."

With a patient smile and a shake of the head, humouring him once more, Lady Huysmans did as he asked, fingers clenching around the leather reins, bowing her head forward so that the horse began to dip.

"But did you not see the hole in the saddle?" Goncourt then asked, stopping the horse's movement for a moment.

"I did wonder," she admitted.

"About its purpose, perhaps?"

"Yes."

Grinning, Goncourt gave the horse's rump a push and it rocked forward again, but this time with a little more force than when she first mounted it. And as it rocked forward, as she bent over its neck, an oiled wooden phallus slid up from the hole to nudge between her parted thighs, push up against her knickers, pressing the smooth silk against the lips of her cunt.

"Good grief!" she gasped, her head snapping up, and the horse rocked back before the phallus could penetrate her.

Goncourt caught the horse, held it still, asked, "A nice surprise?"

"God yes!" she was forced to admit.

"Then part your knickers, or better still remove them, and the surprise will be even more delightful."

"Dare I?" she asked, but already she was rising in the saddle, lifting one foot from the stirrup, then the other, to pull the flimsy silk knickers down her legs.

She flung them away and then sat, feeling the smooth lacquered saddle against her bare flesh.

"You have positioned yourself?" Goncourt asked her, and Lady Huysmans simply nodded, her eyes closed, her hands gripping the reins. "Then ride a cock horse, my fine lady!" 

Goncourt gave the horse a firm shove and it rocked, dipping forward so that the phallus slipped into her bared cunt, then rearing back so that it slipped out. A second penetration followed, a third, but each one shallower as the horse slowed. This time he let the horse come to a rest of its own accord, standing back a little with arms folded to enjoy Lady Huysmans' delight. He waited until she turned to him once more, grinned at her, his eyes questioning, asking….. More?

Lady Huysmans grinned back at him lasciviously.

"Okay then, at a canter," he said, and gave the horse another push. It rocked, back and forth, back and forth, the phallus slipping in and out of her seven, eight, nine times. She gasped and tightened her thighs, but with each rock the movements of the horse got slower, shallower, until finally it came to a halt again. "Does that frustrate you?" he guessed.

"Push me harder!" Lady Huysmans demanded, her face contorting into a snarl, baring her teeth..

"One moment, I have an idea," said Goncourt, set the horse rocking gently so that the phallus just teased the lips of her cunt, and then moved away, crossed the room.

"Where are you? What are you doing?" Lady Huysmans asked urgently, twisting to look over her shoulder but unable to see him.

And then, just as the horse was slowing to a frustrating halt once more, she heard him return, his step heavy, his stride quick. She wondered, heard a ‘swish' along with his laughter.

"How do we make the horse go faster?" he asked, and struck a riding crop hard across her buttocks as he answered, "Why we beat it of course!"

Lady Huysmans screamed as her body lurched forwards, driving the phallus deep inside her, threw her head back as the horse reared, her mouth open in a rictus of pain and delight. Again he hit her and she sobbed, moaned, felt the crop sear her buttocks and the phallus fill her cunt, and with each stroke she was made to bend lower over the horse until she was rocking back and forth in a frenzy.

"Gee up! Faster!" cried Goncourt, striking her cruelly now, with all his force, making the horse dip so low that the only thing keeping Lady Huysmans in the saddle was the wooden cock inside her. "Ride! Ride like the wind!"

The cries which came from her now were as bestial as any the horse might have made, racking sobs, unintelligible gasp of pleasure, howls of pain and delight reverberating about the playroom. Her carefully pinned hair had come loose and hung about her shoulders, damp strands against her neck, there was a flush to her cheeks and a sheen of perspiration on her brow.

And a more vivid flush to her buttocks where angry red weals had been raised by the crop.

Finally Goncourt brought the blows to an end, stroked the crop lightly over her stinging buttocks as he let the horse's movements subside.

"But perhaps there is a gentler way to do this?" he mused, once the horse had come to a halt and Lady Huysmans lay sprawled across it, exhausted, her arms wrapped around its neck.

Wearily she turned her head to see Goncourt starting to remove his clothes, slipping off his shirt to reveal a body which was as finely sculpted as the horse‘s, kicking away his trousers to bare thighs which she knew could grasp her firmly, finally stepped from his shorts to produce a cock which was every bit as magnificent as the wooden one which had been pounding inside her.

She sighed and closed her eyes, faced ahead as she felt his naked body mount the horse behind her, his strong arms wrapping around her and clutching her to his broad chest. With a thrust of his hips against her he started the horse gently rocking once more, tapped the crop lightly against her thigh and pressed his body against hers, teasing the wooden phallus against her cunt.

She leant her body back against him, wanting the phallus deeper, the horse rocking more vigorously, but for the moment he denied her. His hands travelled down the front of her dress, slowly unfastening the buttons, then peeling it from her shoulders and flinging it away. Leaning back a little, he unhooked her bra and tossed that aside too, then cupped her breasts and held her close.

Leaning into her, hands squeezing her breasts and fingers toying with her nipples, he brought his face alongside hers and kissed her ear as he rocked the horse faster. The wooden phallus felt larger still inside her now, the beast beneath her even more alive, and she felt weak in Goncourt's embrace, his strength sapping hers and crushing her will. She was no longer the haughty aristocrat, cold and detached; she was now a rampant creature burning with passion, his to do with as he pleased. 

He bit her ear, said, "But if I now ride you like a horse…."

"Yes?" she gasped, feeling the phallus pumping rhythmically in and out of her, stroking and tugging at the walls of her cunt. "Yes?"

"Then perhaps my horse should be wearing a bridle like the rocking horse!"

Even as Lady Huysmans opened her mouth to protest she felt cold steel between her teeth, leather straps around her face, bound so quickly and tightly that they bit into her cheeks.

"A bit and a bridle! Now I can ride you!" he laughed, pressing his body hard against hers to pick up the horse's movement.

If they had started at a canter they were now breaking into a gallop.He leaned back, pulled on her bridle so that she had to stifle a gasp behind the bit as her head was pulled back onto his shoulder. He kissed her neck, lapped at her ear as the horse reared high, then let his added weight drive the horse forward harder, ever lower. The phallus pummelled into her now, seemed to suck out a portion of her soul each time it slipped back out, and he slapped the crop viciously against her thigh as he urged her on. She screamed, but with more pleasure than pain now, feeling his weight bear down on her each time the horse dipped low, slamming her onto the wooden cock. It was as if the horse had come alive at last and she gave herself up to the delight it afforded. It seemed to be moving of its own volition, Goncourt had control of them both, so she released the reins and moved her hands up to her breasts, pinched the nipples cruelly with her nails each time they fell back, squeezed them firmly each time they fell forward.

Goncourt licked up her neck, whispered in her ear as he galloped her to an orgasm, she moaned in time with the rocking motion and tossed her head wildly against the pull of the bridle, feeling his own hard cock slipping up and down her back, smearing her with its sticky juices.

"I will come," he warned her, his breath hot against her cheek "I will come over your back, over your buttocks."

"Then do it!" she begged, his promise making her shudder, she felt him hold her tighter still, as tight as her cunt gripped the phallus, and a cry escaped from deep inside her as his body stiffened, trembled. He was hard and hot and wet against her and the phallus slid in and out more slowly now, then slower still, slower, until it slipped smoothly from her.

Then they were motionless, his embrace was soft, her heart was racing and the power of the beast thrummed steadily between her thighs.



Ride a Cowboy?



This one is for Tex - thanks for the wonderful feedback, I always enjoy hearing back from my readers. It makes it all worth writing.

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The sun was just beginning to set with the colors bursting through the heavens like a giant paint-by-number. The beauty of the Texas sunset took my breath away as I tried to concentrate on my driving. I wanted to make it to Victoria (south Texas) by midnight and still had around 125miles to go. I had just passed through San Antonio without stopping, as I wanted to just get this long tiring trip over with. Reaching over I turned the radio up to help keep me awake. The last thing I need would be to fall asleep behind the wheel. 

I made it another 75 miles before I had to take a leak. Trying to forget about it and just make it the last 50-mile stretch I squeezed my legs together. I made it another 15 miles before I couldn't stand it any longer and started looking for the very next exit. Not even caring where I went just so long as they had a bathroom, I turned and took the next exit. It turned onto what looked to be a back road and I drove down a ways looking for lights. After about another mile and lots of squirming I came across a bar that looked to be packed to capacity. The parking lot was full of every kind of pick up truck imaginable. "Definitely not Atlanta" I muttered to myself, shaking my head. Well I would just have to get used to it now that I would be living near hear, I chastised myself. Pulling into the parking lot, I climbed out and made my way into the place wincing a little at the overly loud country music that was blaring from the band that was playing.

I walked through the crowd, scuffing sawdust that was on the floor, and pushed my way up to the bar trying to spot the bartender. He finally moseyed up to me and said, "Whachya need pretty lady?" as he checked out my short shorts and tight black tank top that just barely concealed my enormous assets. "Restrooms?" I yelled over the bar, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible. He pointed to the left of the bar and I hurried as fast as I could because I was definitely not dressed appropriately for this place. The shorts and revealing shirt were due to the 105degree weather that I had just driven through that afternoon. Since I hadn't bothered to stop for anything, I hadn't had the chance to change yet. 

I walked into the ladies room, which turned out to be suprisingly spacious and went into one of the stalls. Trying to hurry I dropped my shorts and sat down gratefully. Releasing a torrent of piss into the toilet, I grunted a big sigh. My bladder had been starting to hurt from my holding it for so long. I finished going and reached over for some tissue paper. "Damn!" There wasn't any in there, shit. Leaning over, I looked under the stalls to see if anyone else was in there. Seeing that the bathroom empty, I sat there for a second and thought, "Fuck it!" I jumped up and opened the bathroom door. With my shorts still around my knees, I ran to the stall next to mine and grabbed some from the roll. I ran back to my stall and shut the door again. 

Finishing up now that I had the tissue paper that I needed to avoid drip drying, I yanked my shorts back up and tucked my shirt in. Walking out of the stall I looked at myself in the mirror as I washed my hands in the sink. Not too bad, I thought to myself. I was very grateful that I had inherited my mother's Spanish ancestry and it showed. Even though I was almost 35 years old, I definitely looked 10 years younger with my coal black waist length hair, full lips, slightly tilted eyes and flawless olive complexion. I did inherit my father's cobalt blue eyes though making the face definitely striking for anyone to look at. As I finished up at the sink and dried my hands someone walked into the restroom behind me. I hurried towards the door to leave when I felt someone grab my arm. Frightened, I swung around to plow the person in the face but my arm was caught in mid-swing before it even connected. My eyes widened when I found my face pressed to a very broad chest covered in a soft flannel shirt and my arm was clasp in an ironclad grasp. I tilted my head back (way back) and found myself looking into a laughing pair of gray eyes shadowed by a large brimmed black Stetson. He stood about 6'4, had steel gray eyes and a very harsh attractive face with strong chiseled features that would stand out anywhere making it unforgettable.

"Hey there, darlin', what's your rush?" He drawled slowly as his mouth spread into a grin. I was still standing there flush against his broad body with my mouth hanging open. "Damn" I thought. "They definitely don't make em' like this back home" When he started chuckling I realized that I had spoken my thoughts out loud and I felt my face heating to a bright red. He leaned over and brushed his lips against mine slowly. My body just melted as his tongue swept along my bottom lip. 

Getting bolder, he shoved me against the wall and pushed my tank top up and over my head. My mind was getting a little befuddled by his gentle kisses and it took me a minute to realize that my large chest was bared to his gaze. "Good lord woman, these sexy tits should be bared for all to see. I have never seen a chest this hot." He leaned down and captured my large nipple into his mouth biting gently while he rolled the other one between his thumb and forefinger. I moaned softly deep in my throat at the heat running through my veins. The thoughts that were going through my mind about pushing him away because things were moving way too fast here slowly evaporated with the feelings that were coursing through me. He plunged his hand down the front of my shorts and cupped my hot wet pussy in the palm of his large callused hand. 

"Shit woman, you're already dripping for me. This pussy wants to be fucked hard doesn't it, you wanna ride this bronc pretty badly don't you?" He groaned in my ear as he plunged his index finger up my dripping hole. "Fuck man," he gasped "I love shaved, and it's so fucking tight I can't wait anymore." He reached down with his other hand and yanked my shorts to my ankles putting his face level with my hot pussy. He reached his tongue in and slowly stroked the soft folds of my pussy lips getting his first taste. Groaning he reached up an put my left leg over his shoulder giving himself better access to my dripping snatch. His tongue flicked over my clit making me stiffen and groan deep in my throat. 

Holding onto me he planted his mouth over my whole pussy sucking hard and running his tongue over and over again around my hard bud. My legs started trembling as I felt my orgasm fast approaching. He sucked harder and harder, running his lips and hot tongue around it faster and faster until my whole body shook with the most powerful orgasm of my life. My legs buckled but his grip on my waist held me against the wall as he continued to lick and suck at my dripping hole making sure to get every last drop of my essence. 

He gently ran his tongue in and around each of the soft folds, calming me down slowly before he pulled my leg off his shoulder and straightened up. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he gently pushed me to the floor on my knees. "Come on baby, show me some how much you appreciated my efforts." He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. My jaw dropped open in surprise at the size of his hard shaft. He took advantage of my surprise and placed the fat mushroom shaped head in my outstretched mouth. 

Loving the feel of the big fat head, I slowly caressed it with my tongue reaching up with my hand to get at it better. Leaning forward, I slowly lowered my mouth onto his cock, engulfing the full length of him. It had to be at least 9 or 10 inches long and I had it buried all the way to his short and curlies before he knew what hit him. Groaning deep in his throat, he ran his fingers through my hair and started moving his hips. Slowly at first, he began stroking my mouth then he sped up until he was literally banging his cock down my throat fucking the shit out of my mouth. 

Stopping abruptly he grabbed my arms and pulled me away from his cock. "Can't take much more of that darlin' or I will lose it for sure," he drawled to me as he picked me up and spun me around against the wall. "Wrap those long filly legs around me sunshine and I will show you how to save a horse and ride a cowboy" he chuckled.

I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and brought my legs up. He grabbed me by the thighs, helping to mount him and I chuckled softly thinking how accurate his statement was when he said ride a cowboy. With my legs wrapped around his waist, he slowly lowered me onto his hard shaft. My eyes rolled back into my head at the feeling of him inch by inch conquering this hot city cunt. I screamed as my first orgasm rushed through my hot pussy making my whole body tremble. When he finally bottomed out with his large cock, my body was shaking like a leaf on a tree with the aftermath of my first ever multiple orgasm. 

"Hot damn darlin', you sure are a firecracker aren't you?" he whispered in my ear. "So damn tight that I can barely stand it" he groaned. He leaned my back against the wall and started pumping slowly in and out of me, filling me all the way and drawing out until just the mushroomed shaped head was held prisoner in my greedy snatch. Picking up the pace he started banging the shit out of me with each hard, deep stroke. I felt his finger circle my asshole as he drilled my pussy. His arms started trembling with the effort of holding off his approaching orgasm so he crammed his finger up my ass to push me over the edge making me scream in ecstasy as I came all over his cock. Groaning deep in his throat, he pounded harder and I felt his cock start to twitch and expand with impending climax at the ripples my cunt was making around it. Hot jets of sperm shot out deep into my womb making me groan deep in my throat as my body trembled in yet another orgasm. Holding me in his strong arms tight against his chest he slowed his strokes down and nuzzled my ear, trying to steady his breathing. "Jeez woman, you could kill an honest hardworkin fella with that kinda lovemakin" he softly drawled. 

I slowly unwrapped my legs from around his waist and he let me slide down his body until my feet touched the floor. I looked up at this tall handsome cowboy, reached up, wrapped my arms around his neck and drew him down for a soft, wet kiss. Slowly sliding my tongue around the inside of his lips and along the ridge of his teeth, I reached up and grabbed his cowboy hat off his head placing it on mine. Leaning back after the hot kiss, I was shaking so bad with renewed desire that it took me a minute to gather my wits. "And you my hot sexy man, could definitely make any woman never want to ride a horse again but always want to ride you" I grinned. "I do believe that I will definitely be happy moving to this state" I chuckled as I adjusted my clothing. 

"And I am glad you decided to" he grinned. "Let me walk you to your car, you never know what kind of people you will run into in a place like this, some men would just take advantage of a hot little thing like you." He winked at me. I gasped then chuckled at his audacity as I reached over and cuffed his muscular forearm for teasing me. "Lead the way then sexy and just so you know, I will be back this way looking for you again soon." I said. "I know darlin', I know" he drawled grinning at me from ear to ear in satisfaction.



Ride (A Slave's Fantasy)



Dearest Mistress, I had the following fantasy about you today. Let us make it real as soon as possible.

You came in to my bedroom and announced that you were going horseback riding today. You stood me up and stripped off my clothes. Then you ordered me to lie down on the bed face up. You tied my hands and feet to the posts on the corners of the bed.

Then you got out some rawhide "reins" and tied them around my balls and my rapidly swelling prick. You said that you liked your saddle horn to be big and hard. So you traced your fingernails up and down my prick and licked it slowly until it was hard as a rock. Then you said you were going for a bucking bronco ride and that you didn't like it if your horse was broken before the ride was over. I knew that meant that I couldn't come until you were finished with your ride and you told me I could.

Then you swung your leg up and over my head and mounted my mouth with your muff. You began the ride slowly, running your hand up and down your "saddle horn," which you grabbed tightly. You also gripped my balls tightly and rolled and squeezed them while you kept running your hand up and down my shaft and began to rock on my face. It was all I could do to keep from coming right then.

Then you began to rock on my mouth more and more violently, and you released my balls and prick and yanked on the reins as if to say "giddyup." I knew what you wanted and began to buck my head as you continued to pull on the reins that were wrapped around my gonads. You "posted," bouncing up and down on my yearning mouth. You ground yourself into me and my mouth French kissed the sweet mouth of your cunt every time you came pounding down upon my face. You bounced and bounced and rubbed your slit up and down my face and tongue while you continued to pull cruelly on the reins if I let up for a minute. I felt you tremble and come over and over again, and my face was soaked with your juices, but still you pulled and pulled on the reins and I lapped at you as fast and hard as I could to stop the pain caused by the reins pulling on my balls. Finally I felt you shudder and come not one or two but three times. The last one was hard and your whole body convulsed and you cried out.

You collapsed on me, your breasts lying against my naked abdomen and you plunged my cock into your mouth. I could feel your tongue traveling over it so fast that I felt I could not keep myself from coming no matter how hard I tried. Still, you hadn't told me the ride was over, so I held back as best I could, although I knew a few sperm surely had managed to sneak out with the precum the oozed out with every spasm of my prick. You then began to lick my aching balls, taking them all the way into your mouth alternately. As you licked them, you told me that it was still not time for me to come and that you still needed several more orgasms before you would allow me to come. Then you began to run your tongue up and down my throbbing cock with your fingers wrapped around it, your little finger tickling my balls. I began to eat you as hard as I could because I knew I could not last much longer and I did not want to be punished for coming before you did. 

You continued to suck and lap and tickle my prick and balls and I felt I was ready to explode so I raised up my head and began to eat your clit and pussy like never before. Finally, you lost interest in my prick and balls and rocked back on me as I ate you and ate you and ate you. I felt your body shudder when you came the first time and then shudder again and again as you came in a cascade of convulsions. Finally, you collapsed on my belly once again and plunged my prick into your mouth with the last bit of energy you had. "OK," you said, and pressed your tongue against me and squeezed my balls as my whole body shook and I poured all my hot fluid into your hungrily sucking mouth.

Afterward, you lay on me quietly for forty minutes before you moved again.

Please, my mistress, take your horse for such a ride tonight.



Ride About



Single again and with more time on my hands than commitments, I had decided to hit the open road for a while. I didn't pack an itinerary and only packed the clothes I thought I couldn't do without. After all, this trip would be atop my old Harley and there wasn't but so much room for stuff. In the past few years I'd come to live doing the things I want to do and like doing, which meant odd jobs, some consulting now and then, and lots more time to shoot outdoor images, something I'd not done in earnest since the film days of the 80's. So, with the essentials packed, the motor serviced, I was prepared to head out first thing in the morning to wherever the front wheel took me.

The next morning was bright, clear and crisp and as I pulled out onto the interstate the only thoughts and plans were to head west hard and fast for a couple of days before slowing down. The miles clicked off quickly and easily and I rode well into the darkness that first day before taking a room for the night. I usually try to find a motel where I can take a room on the ground floor so I can roll my motor into the room for the night. It's an old habit from years ago. After hitting the free breakfast at the motel I was back on the road. I'd already passed through the mountains of North Carolina and into Tennessee, and wanted to cross the Mississippi before stopping again. As I rode I began to notice, as I often do, the cars travelling in the grouping around me. Some fall out while others are added and I often think about where other folks might be going if I've noticed them for long stretches. One such sedan caught my attention midway through the second day out, having seen it all morning long.

Around noon I pulled into one of those mega-convenience store/gas station/fast food places to fuel up, grab a bite and hit the men's room. Besides, after riding all day the day before and all morning today my legs really could use a stretch. As I was fueling up I noticed the silver sedan pull up to the pumps three islands away. At first I didn't think too much of it, but a few moments later when I saw the curvy brunette start fueling the car it got my attention. She appeared to be about my age and I muttered to myself that her husband must be a jerk for making her do the fueling duties while he was no doubt inside. I hadn't seen him, mind you, just an assumption. I got finished gassing up, rolled the motor to a spot in front of the store and made my way to the restrooms and then to find something to eat, all the while hoping to see the brunette come inside.

Sitting at a booth and finishing my lunch I spied her at the counter ordering something to eat. There was no man around and I decided to sit and watch what she did. All she got was a drink and some fries and I watched as she made her way back to her car, got in alone, and started to pull out. No dude after all. I hurriedly tossed the table scraps in the trash, hopped on the motor while trying to keep an eye on the sedan to make sure it resumed the same direction on the interstate, which it did, and got myself underway as quickly as I could. Out on the road it didn't take me long to catch up to within eyesight of the silver sedan and I adjusted my speed to pace with her for a while, being in no hurry myself. We rode on like that into the afternoon sun and I can tell you that I was for sure happy when I saw her signal and merge over into the off ramp at rest area. That tea had gone through me, and apparently through her too. 

The rest area was busy but as it turns out one of the last empty parking spots was right beside the silver sedan. She'd already made her way inside, no doubt in real need to pee, so I parked and made my way to the men's room. I figured I'd get done faster than her, and figured right, and as it happened we were walking back towards our parking spaces at just about the same time. I got there first, swung a leg over the seat and just sat there cleaning my sunglasses. When she walked to her car she stopped and said, "Where you headed?"

"I don't know, just following the front tire. How about you?" She chuckled and took a step in my direction before she began to speak. 

"I've been seeing you for hundreds of miles now. You really don't know where you're going to wind up?" At this point she was only a few feet from me and her smile was sweet, her skin lovely and mellow, her hair wisping in the breeze, her shirt straining to fit around her ample boobs and her hips and legs displayed perfectly by the skirt, and a face that was like the innocent girl next door that should have won the beauty contest. I explained that I was on an extended outing of sorts, out to purely enjoy the ride, enjoy the sights, take some images along the way, and go wherever it seemed right to go. She knodded more in a way of agreement than anything, stood quietly for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'll see you in the breeze then."

I cranked up and pulled out before she did, trying to keep sight of her car in my mirror all the while wondering what she meant by "see you in the breeze." She hung back a good ways for several miles but as the traffic began to thin I noticed her coming closer. As she approached I was slightly surprised to see her pull out into the passing lane and begin to move up along side me. I normally ride in the right side of the travel lane but when she began to pull out I drifted towards the left side of the lane. Another old habit when a babe is suspected to come alongside. As she got right beside me her car slowed to match my speed and I glanced over. WOW. My eyes about popped out of their sockets. She had removed her top and was riding there topless with a huge grin on her face and a magnificent set of tits standing pert and proud.

We played a game of cat and mouse for a bunch of miles where we'd alternately slow down and speed up, passing back and forth with me getting a great show. I motioned for her to pull up the skirt, and she did just far enough to catch a glimpse of some red lacy panties. As we passed a few semi's she would stay exposed but would pass them just slow enough for them to catch a quick glimpse then she'd move on. After a bit we began to approach a town and more traffic began to accumulate and she pulled her top back on and fell in behind me as we motored on down the highway. When I exited to refuel I was happy to see her follow my lead. I pulled to a fueling island and she parked at the island beside mine but stayed in her car. As I was fueling I asked her, "To what do I owe that awesome pleasure back on the interstate?" to which she simply smiled and said, "Consider it chapter 1 of things that may come."

We chatted as I fueled, laughed about the expressions on some of those truckers' faces, and then I mentioned that there was another town about 75 miles up the road that might make a good place to stop, eat and find a place to stay for the night. She, thought about it, grinned and said, "You lead the way, Harley." "Actually, my name is Harley" I replied, but she thought I was just kidding and laughed out, "Yeah, and your last name must me Davidson!" I just grined, finished fueling and we were back out on the road making our way westward Knowing she was in tow I kicked up the pace. Not impatient to get there or anything like that, you know. Guess I should fill you in on my situation a little. Like I said, I'm single again and decided to live a life of chosen tasks and stresses, which is to say much simpler and rewarding. I'm past some guys' prime, age wise, but make it to the gym to pump iron and get enough cardio exercise that I'm in much better shape than I've been for most of my life and better than any guy my age that I know of. I stand about 6'1", weigh a solid 225, and have let my hair grow down to my shoulders like it was in my college days. I miss a lot of my past life, for sure, but am happy now too.

Anyway, another hour or so down the interstate and I see the signs denoting the available accommodations, eateries, etc, and pick an exit to explore. This isn't a large town and being in the middle of the week the roads aren't crowded off the interstate. I spy a motel nearby and head that way, sedan right behind me. As I park in front of the office she parks beside me, and she walks in with me as if we're together. The clerk asked how he can help me, I request a room in the ground floor, preferably on the back side of the building, I pay for the room, get my keycards, and as I turn to walk out she grins at me, takes my arm and walks out with me. I ask, "You not getting a room?" "Just got one, Mr. Davidson" was all she said as we walk out the door. 

Around back we found the room and the parking lot was empty back there. Fine with me. I opened the door but as she was about to walk in I put my arm across the doorway and said, "At least tell me your name." "Diedre" is all she said, ducked under my arm and into the room, straight to the bathroom and shut the door. Okay, this ought to be interesting, I thought to myself. I grabbed a few things out of the saddlebags and put them on the countertop, sat down on the end of the bed and kicked my boots off then sprawled back on the bed. Man it felt good to relax there. All I needed was a cold beer and things would be fine. About the time that thought had run through my mind she came out of the bathroom. I half expected, desired, her to come out half naked but she was still in the top and skirt, but was just about as happy when she laid down on the bed beside me. I handed her my drivers' license to show her my name really was Harley, Harley Dawkins in fact. She laughed and thanked me but then offered that she wouldn't be showing her license...preservation of age, you know. That's fine, Diedre would suffice.

After laughing and talking for a few minutes Diedre leaned up and over me, then gently kissed me. Her lips were sweet and soft, with a warmth that foretold of a firey passion beneath. She lay back down with her head on my chest and apologized for acting that way, for intruding on me, and for being so forward. I assured her that an apology was neither warranted nor needed, that she was not an intrusion but rather a welcome addition, and that I didn't see her as forward as much as brave enough to do as she felt and as she pleased. That brought another kiss, but this one broken in laughter by the roar from my empty stomach! Diedre hopped up from the bad and said, "OK, you look like you could use a hot shower. I'll pop down the road and bring us back something to eat. You want a beer with your supper?" This was too good. As I started stripping out of my clothes she smiled and shut the door on her way out.

The shower felt great and I took the time to shave and groom before slipping back into my jeans and a t-shirt just as Diedre was coming in the door with a sack of food and drink. She'd found some BBQ ribs and fries and stopped and got us a some cold beers to wash it down with. It was a great meal and as I was about finished she looked over at me with a grin on her face and said, "I hope you are able to eat dessert!" I hadn't seen anything else in the bag but grabbed it and looked again into the emptiness inside. When I looked back at her she just had a big wide grin on her face and giggled as she moved her knees in and out a couple of times. This was surely going to be a good night.

After eating and sipping a cool brew we laid back on the bed and I clicked on the TV to see what might be of interest. Some nature program came up as I flipped through the stations and there were two animals about to mate. Diedre sprang up and said "That looks interesting!" I pulled her back and feigned a growl as I moved to kiss her. As I reached to caress her breast I felt one of her hands move over my cock and grab at it through my jeans. We broke out kiss long enough for me to pull her top up over her head, once again freeing those wonderful boobs. As I worked at once on the tits and the other hand down to find the warm dampness of her crotch I felt her hand slip down the front of my jeans and find my cock. In short order I stood and removed my jeans and t-shirt as she slipped the skirt off but kept the red panties on. I knelt at the foot of the bed and kissed up her legs, paying close attention to her inner thighs, nipping her skin with my lips and kissing just firm enough to bring a shiver of delight to her. I kept kissing all the way to the fold where her leg and hip join, switched to the other side and back down to her knee. When I got back up to her pussy this time I nuzzled her moist mound through those lacy panties, grasped them at the waist above her hips, and slid them down and off her ankles. She made no effort to close her legs as I moved back up to her pussy, kissing her thighs then kissing that hard and slightly protruding clit. Her aroma was intoxicating and as I ran my tongue down the crevice I could taste her sweetness. As I pleasured her with my tongue I ran my hands up her side and grasped a nipple in each hand, gently pinching the nipples between two fingers. Diedre rose to meet my tongue and rolled slightly side to side in response to my pinching of her nipples. As her back began to arch and her head tilt back I sucked on her clit while flicking my tongue back and forth across it, bringing her to a strong climax with her legs clamped against my head and her hands finding my hair to pull me closer into her. Her taste was sweet and was the perfect dessert, for sure.

Diedre motioned for me to come up beside her and as I did she bent down towards my now very hard cock, slipping it smoothly into her mouth a little at first then deeper with each insertion. She took me deep and with warmth, gently caressing my balls as I drove deeper into her mouth and throat. It had been a very long time since I'd been with anyone and this sensation was too much for me to hold out very long. I signaled to her that I was about to cum, but she never pulled away, instead taking every drop of my cream into her mouth and swallowing without breaking her hold. When I was spent and my firmness diminished she moved back up beside me, with me pulling her atop me. We laid there like that for long quiet moments, listening to each others' heartbeat and breaths, feeling each other with the full length of our bodies, savoring the skin to skin contact of the moment.

As she gently kissed my neck the stirrings began again anew in my cock, and I turned her head and kissed her deeply, passionately, strongly. Our tongues danced against each other, our lips engaged, our hands roamed and caressed and stimulated, and as my limp cock began to rise I felt Diedre shift slightly and position the head right against her pussy. Then, with a subtle motion she slid my cock up into her tunnel, a warm and inviting passage salved well with her own passion juices. I went slowly at first then the pace quickened in unison. Our positions changed and we resumed the motions, first slowly then with speed and force. Having had release I was able to pace my own orgasm but Diedre was not of that mind. She came to several orgasms with a slight pause between each but the timing becoming more frantic and the energies stronger each time. I could hold myself no longer, the contractions of her fiery pussy and the stimulation of her juices and her aroma in my senses driving me to a powerful and driving climax, deeper and faster into her than any before and bringing her to a roaring climax of her own.

We laid there, cuddled and secure, kissing from time to time but without too much conversation. The hour had grown late and we both drifted off to a peaceful sleep in a comfortable embrace. It was one of those times when you really don't want the moment to end, and you go to sleep thinking of how it might be in the morning.

I guess I'd been a bit more tired from the road and wind that I thought, and the activities of the night had taken more out of me than I thought, and the bed was comfortable which all added up to me sleeping far longer than I usually do. By the time I woke up Diedre was already out of bed. In fact, she had already showered, dressed, and was nowhere to be found. I pulled back the drapes and looked out at the parking lot only to see my motor sitting there where I'd left it last night. I looked over at the countertop and my wallet and things were still there. Then I saw a note laying on top of my boots, a simple folded piece of motel stationary that you always find in the rooms. On the outside it was addressed, "Harley"

I opened the note and it read: "Harley, thank you for a wonder day and a wonderful night. I left home looking for something but didn't know what it was. I found it. Thank you. I have to go my own way now, but I have your name and address. Look for me someday. D"

I then noticed my camera was sitting out on the counter, not where I'd left it. I picked it up, turned it on and hit the monitor button to review the images recorded. There it was. Diedre had held the camera up at arms length and taken a self portrait. Awesome. 

My trip was easier now. No pressure. No expectations. But I did pay close attention to every silver sedan I saw from there on until I got back home. Saw one then, too. Parked right there in my driveway beside my old pickup.



Ride and Meet



My mind was telling me that if he cancelled or failed to show up, I wouldn't try again. But my heart was saying otherwise. I have wanted this for years. It didn't matter that we weren't meeting in a hotel room, it only mattered that I could touch him again. I changed the names for obvious reasons. 

It seemed like the time passed slow. I was to meet him on a dirt road in an area that I ride horses often. At first, I was supposed to just meet up in our vehicles, but I knew that would draw attention. So being I was off on Fridays and usually ride a few hours, I decided to ride until we met up. Besides, there's nothing like the saddle rubbing my crotch to get me in the mood. As I saddled up, I placed a rolled up blanket in my saddle bag just in case. I also packed a few beers. The beers would help calm me down and put me in a hornier mood also. I had timed my arrival to give me about an hour ride. That was plenty of time to finish a couple of beers before Greg arrived. It also gave me time to find an old road he could pull his truck onto. I wasn't sure if he would have enough time, but my mind swirling with ideas. 

Over the years he had made many promises of what he wanted to do, WELL I had also for that matter. The weather was great for an early spring day. For the majority of the ride, my mind teased me with Greg. My visions were to feel his embrace, his soft kisses, his passion and his throbbing erection. Would he have time to back up his words? Would he still be interested? I couldn't wait to wrap my lips around the head of his large cock and look in his eyes. To lick and take the shaft deep in my mouth until my tongue touched the base. I wanted to feel the head swell and throb. I wanted his moans to reach a peak never before heard. Then taste his cum as he filled my mouth. The fantasy of him shooting his warm cum in my mouth has always stayed with me.

It was all these thoughts that had me in a trance. Before I realized it, a half hour had passed and I had reached a fairly remote area. I found an old and followed it a short distance, but found it inadequate. I rode on and the main road some more until I found another grown up trail that appeared would handle a truck. I took the trail for a couple hundred feet and came upon an area large enough to turn a vehicle around. It also had a small grassy area for my horse. I took advantage of the time and dismounted for a quick bathroom break. I tied Trigger up and found a safe clearing to drop my pants. Just as I finished, my phone began to ring. I jumped because this is an area normally without service. I opened it to find the caller as Greg. He was on his way but may be another 30 minutes. I told him about where I was at and would be looking for him. I told him my wet pussy needed some attention, if he had time. He said we would have at least an hour, maybe two. He teasing said he couldn't wait to taste what he wanted to fuck. I was panting by the time we hung up.

The anticipation was driving me mad and wet. As I wiped and cleaned my pussy, a finger sent chills up my spine. How was I going to wait 30 more minutes? As I rubbed my wet hole, my pussy sucked at my hand. Before I realized it, I had two fingers buried and I was still squatted. I knew I to stand or else. As I stood to pull my pants up, I grinned knowing I had failed to tell grag I wasn't wearing any. It had been a long time since he had touched my pussy and even then I had worn panties. I rubbed my wet hole one more time and closed my eyes. I needed to cum now. I waddled over to the saddle bag and pulled out the blanket, stretching it out under the shade of a tree. It wouldn't take me long for this orgasm. I laid down and pushed my pants past my knees. I tilted my head back as my finger touched my clit. With the right pressure, I was going to soak this blanket quickly. I eased two fingers deep inside as my thoughts went his big throbbing cock grew in my mouth. I wanted his first orgasm to be in my mouth. I knew he loved blowjobs and I wanted him to remember this one. Could he last longer than I just did? I continued rubbing my clit and fingering my hole. Then I pulled my fingers out and licked them clean. My sweet juices were delicious and I thought of how he would enjoy the taste as well. 

Then I slipped my fingers back inside and continued rubbing my clit. My orgasm was getting nearer. Then I pulled one finger out and rubbed it around my asshole. Just like my pussy, it opened also. As both holes were fucked with a finger, my orgasm came closer to erupting. Within seconds my inner thighs were soaked. It took a whole 5 minutes just to calm down to get dressed. Then anger set in. Why couldn't I have waited for him? And why did I have to get dressed? If only he had known exactly where I was at. Imagine his surprise to pull up and see me waiting stark naked. It was unbelievable how wet I was.

I finally got dressed and hopped back on my horse, reaching into the saddle bag for a cold beer. I followed the trail back out to the road, making my way to his direction. The cold beer seemed to help in calming my nerves now. I couldn't wait to see and look up into his eyes. To feel his naked body against mine. To hear his moans. My mind was flooded with ideas and thoughts. I finished my beer and had just tossed the can when I was startled by the sound of a vehicle. I focused on it as it began to slow down. He stopped and I rode up his window. We both smiled and knew that the day had arrived. I told him to follow me if he could. I heard him laugh as I kicked Trigger. Away we went. I began to slow down as we neared the narrow opening of a trail. He followed me the short distance to the opening. 

I found a good location to tie Trigger and hopped down. I grabbed us both a beer and met Greg walking toward me. He had a smile on his face pointing toward the blanket. I looked and turned red as I had forgotten the blanket. I opened both cans and handed him the beer. He took a swallow and stepped into me. I was looking into his eyes when our lips touched. His kiss was soft at first. Taking his time to nibble my lips and pull my tongue gently. The passion took over. I felt his tongue search deep inside and moved in closer to him. I pushed so hard, I was sure my wet jeans would leave a juicy spot against his crotch. 

We broke this kiss long enough to finish out beer. Tossing the can aside, he took my face again. Kissing me as he reached up for my tits, squeezing my tits brought a moan from us both. Then he broke the kiss and moved to my neck and shoulders, all the while his hands gripped my large breast and erect nipples. With his other hand he unclasps my bra and lifts up the front of my shirt. I push his head in the direction of my tits and he opens his mouth wide. My other hand reaches for his pants. I feel his cock stiffening through the tight material. Then his hand reaches for my pants. His palm rubs my crotch as my lips swell. I feel my cunt getting wetter and body getting weaker . He presses his body closer. He can tell I'm becoming unstable standing and stops long enough to back up to his truck. He releases me long enough to lower the tailgate. As he turns to face me, I take control. I lift his shirt and pull it over his head. I began soft kisses on his chest and nipples. I move from one to the other and work my way lower until I'm on my knees. With one hand I rub the outline of his massive cock and with the other I undo his belt. 

I unzip his jeans and reach in for my prize, and a prize it is. I start by stroking the shaft and kissing the head. I followed the outline of the head, shaft and balls with my tongue. His balls were larger than I remember. As I began deep throating his stiff dick, I pushed his pants down. We worked together to remove his shoes in order to get his tight pants off. I was so hungry and thirsty for him. I was determined to back up my talk of taking his entire cock in my mouth. My desire soon had me sucking his shaft and his moans intensified. I lifted his balls with one hand and sucked those into my mouth also. I had his shaft and balls dripping wet with my saliva. I have to admit that he was longer than I remembered and was having trouble taking it all. This just caused me to be more determined. 

I took my hand and jerked him off as I sucked the head. I knew he was getting closer because of the intensity of the moans. I wasn't stopping until I was rewarded with a load of hot jism. It had been a long time since I had swallowed a hot wad. I knew he was getting much closer when he grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my face. His pace increased as we both moaned louder. Then suddenly I realized that I had been taking his whole cock deep inside. This was a huge turn on. His fingers were entangled in my hair as he pulled me to meet his thrust. I heard him gasp and looked up to see his face contorted and gasping for air. Then the majic words escaped. I'M CUMMINNNN. I grabbed his ass and held him deep inside. The first blast was warm but it was the other blasts that held my attention. He must have shot at least a dozen spurts. Each felt warmer and larger. I could feel my mouth getting full and took a deep gulp to swallow. I had to swallow a couple more times to finish. My hands were resting on his thighs and I felt them quiver. I looked up and he took my hands to pull me up. We smiled as I wiped my mouth. Reaching into his cooler, It's time for another beer before I start on you, he said. 

As we drank our beer, he said he would be right back. I watched him walk over to retrieve the blanket. As he turned and headed back, I could almost swear his cock was still leaking fluid. I wanted more of that. He stretched the blanket out in the truckbed. We drank our beer and made small talk for a few minutes. As I tilted my head back to finish my can, I felt his body move to my neck. His breath was warm as he kissed his way around my neck and shoulders again. Then he moved up and we kissed passionately again. My breath was suddenly taken when I felt his hand touch my zipper and snap. With ease the air had reached my pussy. One hand was pushing my tight jeans down and the other was rubbing my bald wet pussy. As my jeans touched my ankles, he lifted my body and set me on the tailgate. Then he looked me in the eyes and removed my shoes. I gave him something to look at as I slipped a finger into my wet hole and then licked it clean. Once my shoes and pants were on the ground, I spread my legs for him to stand between. I felt his cock against my thighs and wanted him in me so bad. 

I felt him slide a finger along my labia and then deep inside. The movement was touching my g-spot and bringing be near an orgasm. He pulled the finger out and held it between our mouths. We both licked and cleaned the finger, moaning out loud. With one last kiss, he knelt down and started licking my pussy. His tongue focused on my lips and then clit. My body relaxed and I laid back. My pussy is so wet, I feel my juices draining down to the crack of my ass. The assault on my pussy continues when he adds a finger. His mouth licks the juices from deep inside my hole and off the finger as it slides in and out. I feel his body shift and felt him add another finger as he stands and kisses my stomach. The pace of of his fingers were driving me crazy. Then he dropped down again and held my clit with his lips. This felt so good and had my toes curled. My clit was tingling, swollen and throbbing already, but then I felt a bolt of electricity go through my body. His tongue slipped down and rimmed my asshole. Then his head bobbed the opening of my ass.

The thought of him wanting to probe there was exciting. Then he slipped a finger inside my ass and continued licking both holes. I lifted my ass up he could access it more and felt his fingers rubbing my inner membrane. I wanted to cum this way and pulled his face back to my pussy. His tongue stayed on my lips and clit, while he fingered both holes. My feet were resting on his shoulders now and I'm thrusting against his mouth. Finally my body starts to tighten and pussy begins to erupt. OH YEAHHH, I'm cumin. He pulls out his fingers and licks my flowing juices up. 

Then he stood up between my legs and we looked into each other's eyes, knowing and waiting for the move. He placed his large dick at my opening and stepped forward, pushing just the head in. My orgasm caused my cunt to tighten up. He pulled out and rubbed my juices over the shaft and pushed back in. I was in heaven and wanted more. With each stroke he went deeper. Finally he was all the way in and deeper than any before. His length and girth were stretching me in every way. The cockhead touched bottom a couple times and then he increased the movements. I had waited for this feeling and it felt just as I had fantasized. He quickened the pace and was soon pounding me hard. If he kept this up, I wouldn't last long. He must have read the look on my face because he held my waist tight and pounded harder. I lifted to meet his thrusts and the familiar feeling took over. OM MY GOD I'M CLOSE, I said. He was relentless and hit the spot harder. I only lasted a couple more strokes before I came hard again. 

He pulled out and his cock glistened with moisture from my juices. I leaned up and dropped to ground in front of him to clean my juices. He leaned down and lifted me up and kissed me hard. Our passionate kiss lasted for several minutes until he turned me away from him and bent me over the tailgate. Could this finally be happening, I thought. He slipped his dick in with ease this time and wasted no time in pounding away. The harder he fucked me, the louder his balls slapped my clit. The feeling was a mixture of light pain and intense pleasure. I think he had only stroked me a few times when I felt my pressure building again. This was unreal. I was ready to cum again. I pushed back as he pushed deeper. My pussy opened the floodgates again as I came. I remained leaned over as he pulled out. Then he dropped down and began licking the juices that flowed freely from my pussy. Then he teased my asshole with his probing tongue. He slipped a finger in my pussy and used to lube to slide into my ass. As the finger slid deeper, he guided his still hard cock back into my pussy. Once again he was filling me up in both holes. The more he fucked both holes, the more I wanted. He fucked me like this for several minutes and had them so wet and gaping. Then he started teasing me by pulling all the way out and jamming back in hard. If he kept this up, I would cum again. 

I was disappointed when I felt him remove his finger. As I looked over my shoulder, I felt a hand rest on my back. Then I felt the pressure of the head of the cock at my asshole. I started to speak when he slipped a finger in mouth. Then he pushed a little more until the head popped in. He was gentle and even rubbed some more saliva along the shaft. Initially it was almost unbearable. But I took a deep breath and relaxed. He moved his hips back and forth, going deeper each time. As he reached bottom, I pushed back to meet him. I could feel his balls resting against my wet pussy. I moved my ass and in circular motions until he started fucking me back. As he withdrew each stroke, it sent shivers up my back. I had dreamed of this but never thought it would occur. Greg could feel my body tighten and grabbed my waist with authority. He was in control again. He was determined to make me cum by pounding my ass. With one hand on my waist pulling back, the other held my tit and nipple. FUCK ME DAMMIT, I screamed. These words and tone of voice surprised him. Again I yelled out in pleasure. FUCK MY TIGHT LITTLE ASSHOLE TIL WE CUM. I wanted him to want me again soon, so I held nothing back. FUCK ME HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER. CUM IN MY ASS. SHOVE THAT BIG DICK IN ME HARDER. I was lost in passion now and couldn't hold back any longer. I gasped for enough air to scream. As on cue, we both gripped and held anything we could. My orgasm came at the same time he moaned loud. I pushed back to take it all and could feel him spurting him load in me. I saw a drop run down my thighs and hit the ground. I turned around quickly to kiss him. He held me tight as we kissed, his cock still semi hard but dripping wet. 

We held onto each other for a few minutes as we drank another beer and gathered our composure. We broke the embrace and started searching for our clothes. Once we got dressed, I helped him turn around and head out. We kissed one more time and I watched him drive off. The ride back was exhausted, as I could hardly sit in the saddle. My ass took a pounding and the saddle was not helping. Once I reached the trailer, I grabbed another beer and removed the saddle for the drive home. As I walked into the house, Bobby , my husband, asked me how it went. When I smiled and said I was sore, he realized what had happened and laughed. It seems we had both held up our end of the talk. It was still early in the day and I grabbed a nap to refresh my body and mind for another hard fucking later tonight. 



Ride Ch. 1



You sense someone behind you, but only after the blindfold has already been skillfully and securely placed over your eyes. A strong arm wraps firmly around your waist, pinning your arms before you can lift them to remove the blindfold. You feel the stranger’s hot breath at your neck, causing panic to begin to set in. Then you hear him, his soft and soothing voice whispers close to your ear, "Don't panic baby, I won't hurt you, relax and enjoy the ride." His gentle voice is calming, enabling you to relax a little, so you open your mouth to speak, "Ssssshhhh, say nothing," he says.

Suddenly you gasp as his strong arm easily lifts you and carries you toward a low rumbling noise. You feel yourself being lifted higher, then being lowered. Instinctively you straighten your legs out front to try and keep your balance. Then you feel something slide between your legs as you are lowered, like a saddle, no, a motorcycle seat.

The rumbling noise thuds beneath you, as you feel yourself placed on the seat. The vibrations of the powerful motor reverberate through the seat, sending incredible sensations between your legs and coursing through your body. You feel the strong arm move from around your waist. Now you can escape, but you don't want to. Your fear has been replaced by excitement, the wetness you feel between your legs bearing testimony to this.

Then you feel him straddling the seat in front of you and settling in. "Put your arms around me!" he orders you, "Pull yourself close, really close!" You want to speak, ask him who he is, where he is taking you, but you daren't. So silently you do as you're told, wrapping your arms around him and shuffling as far forward as you can.

The friction of your movements on the hot seat pulls your short skirt up, making it ride up so high over your thighs, that your panties are now completely exposed. You wriggle in your seat, the wet gusset of your panties sliding over it. You find your comfort zone, so close to this stranger, just where there’s a hard lump is in the seat and you settle there and find your clit hard pressed against the hard lump, sending vibrations through you as the motorcycle powerful motor rumbles.

"HOLD ON!!" he yells as he revs up the powerful motor. You gasp as you hold him tighter. The sudden rev of the motor intensifies the vibrations on your clit, causing you to have a sudden and intense orgasm. You hear a low chuckle from your stranger as the powerful machine lurches forward. He knows, you know he does, knows what his machine is doing to you.

Though still blindfolded, you can actually sense him smiling to himself as he goes through the gears, revving the motor at each change. You know that he's happy now, happy in the knowledge that he's got you. You couldn't leave now, not even if you wanted to.

You travel for what seems like hours, when in fact it's only several minutes. The continuous sensation of movement, the lurching forward as he changes through the gears, plus the incredible vibrations emanating from the hard lump in the seat, and the fact that you're still blindfolded, all combine to put you into an incredible state of arousal. You're so wet now that you feel as though you will slide right off the hot seat, all you can think of now, is getting hold of something hot and hard.

Your hands begin to slowly make their way down to what you crave. Then at that same moment, you feel the machine beneath you suddenly slow down, causing you to slide hard into the stranger and hang on again as you feel yourselves making a hard turn. The surface beneath you is rough now, bumps and divots seemingly everywhere. It takes you a moment to adjust to the new sensations, then as quickly as it began, it's over as you stop, where, you don't know.

To Be Continued...



Ride Ch. 2



As you feel the stranger get off the bike, you wonder why the motorcycle doesn't move or topple. You feel around with your hands and realise that your seat spreads out behind you.

"It's a Trike, a three wheeler." You hear the stranger say, "That's why it stays upright." Then you feel his strong arm wrapping around your waist again, gently pulling you back until you rest against his chest. You can feel his hot breath on your neck as he whispers in your ear, "Now the fun starts."

You feel yourself being turned around in the seat, until you know you're facing the other way. He takes your hands and lets you slowly lay back on the seat, with your legs hanging over the back of the Trike. Then one by one, you feel the buttons of your blouse being undone, until finally you feel it fall open. Then slowly his hand starts at the waist of your skirt and slides it's way up your stomach to your breasts. "We'll have to get rid of this,” he says as he touches your bra. You reach behind yourself to undo the clasp, when you hear "SNAP! SNAP!" and you realise that you're hands have been cuffed. "You don't do anything," he says, "just lie back and enjoy."

You lie back down again with your hands behind your back and get comfortable. Suddenly you feel something cold on your stomach, slowly tracing a line up and between your breasts. "A KNIFE!" you exclaim loudly.

"Ssshh, I'm not going to hurt you,” he says as you feel the blade slide between your breasts, then pull suddenly as it cuts through your bra. Your breasts spill free, a cool breeze blow across them and instantly your nipples become hard.

"Mmmm, that's nice, very nice indeed." you hear him say as he slowly and gently traces lines over and around your breasts with the cold steel tip of the knife. The danger of the knife, the mystery of the man you can't see, the handcuffs and the suspense as the stranger continues to tease you, still not really touching you, but still managing to arouse you. The cold blade is removed, only to return straight away, but this time tracing a line along your thigh. Slowly it continues up until you catch your breath when you feel it slide along the gusset of your wet panties. You're so wet now, you know he can see the outline of your lips through the material, as he gently runs the blade along them. "These will have to go too." you hear him say, as you feel the blade slide under and across the strap on one side. You feel a sharp tug as he cuts through the material. Then you feel the blade slowly move across the top of your mound and under the strap on the other side, cutting through it also. The gusset of your panties stays where it his, stuck there by your own juices. 

"Hehehe." he chuckles, "We’ll have to do something about this I think." 

The cold blade slides under the waistband of your panties, flipping the gusset away from you. You gasp as you feel the cool rush of air against your soaked pussy. Then you feel his hot breath, his mouth mere centimetres from your pussy. "Mmmm, we definitely have to do something about this."

His hot breath turns to cool wind as he purses his lips and blows gently between your legs. Instinctively you draw up your knees to provide him better access. You feel the cool breeze as he gently blows from your ass, then up to and over your soaked pussy. The cool air blowing against your hot pussy sends tingles through you and up to your breasts, making your nipples harder than ever. You wish your hands were free so you could play with them, or use them to hold yourself open to him. You realise that this can't be, so you simply have to give in to his exquisite torture.

To Be Continued...



Ride Ch. 3



You push down on the back of the trike with your feet, raising your hips as you start to slowly rotate them. His hand presses firmly down on your stomach, prohibiting your movement as you feel his wet tongue against the inside of your thigh. Slowly it slides up and between your legs, stopping just before it gets to your wet pussy. You feel his tongue gently slide up one side of your pussy, then down the other. Never does it actually touch it, just moving alongside your wet lips, then over the top and down again.

Again you move your hips, pushing them towards his face, hoping his tongue will explore your pussy. Then his hand moves away, returning under your ass to help lift your hips. You push down harder on your feet to help lift your hips also, making yourself totally open to him. His hot breath is on your pussy again, then the tip of his nose, as it gently works it's way between your wet lips.

You feel his tongue, just the tip of it, as it slowly traces a wet circle around your asshole. The circles becoming smaller until you feel the tip of his wet tongue pushing against your tight ring. All the while his nose is sliding up and down between your lips, brushing against your clit on every upward stroke. You push your hips forward, and you feel his nose push hard against your clit, while his wet tongue forces itself inside your tight ass. His head moves around, massaging your clit with his nose and sliding his wet tongue in and out of your ass. Then you feel his tongue slide across your ass, along your perineum, then finally ever so slowly, you feel his tongue push it's way inside your aching pussy.

His face is pushed so far between your legs, that you wonder how he can breathe, but only for a second. You feel the bristles of his beard tickling your ass as his head bobs up and down, his tongue pushing inside you, lapping up your juices as they flow freely from your pussy, and his nose, ever present, ever busy, pushing up and down, rubbing around and around your sensitive clit.

Then it starts, beginning in your pussy, then working it's way into your stomach, along your thighs, down your legs and to your toes. It ripples out from your pussy, flowing to the outer regions of your body. Building like a swell in the ocean, moving faster, getting bigger, until it finally peaks and breaks, crashing into itself. The intensity of your orgasm causes you to shake and shudder, a low groan emanates from deep within you, as you realize that the cuffs were never locked and you pull your arms out.

You think you feel his face begins to move away, but now with your hands free, you reach down and grab the back of his head. Your legs splay out straight and as wide as you can get them. You pull his face further into you, as hard as you can as you thrust your hips forward to meet him. Without missing a beat, you feel his mouth open wide, enveloping your pussy and sucking on your lips, drawing them into his mouth. You feel his tongue push between them , pushing in and up, searching for it's prize and finding your swollen bud. Ever so gently you feel your clit being sucked and drawn between his teeth, his tongue dancing around and across it. 

You feel two fingers sliding up and down your lips, pushing further between them with each pass. You thrust your hips forward and sigh as you feel his fingers slide all the way inside you. His fingers move around inside you, feeling every crease, every curve, probing into you. Then his fingers push up and against the wall of your pussy behind your clit. You feel the exquisite pleasure as his fingers rub against you there. The pressure going through to your clit as he teases it with his tongue. Then you feel the muscles in your pussy contracting again, clamping around his fingers. You pull his face into you once more, knowing you're almost there. But then he breaks your grip, pulling his head away and sliding his fingers out of you. You whimper at his retreat, your body already shaking, spasms in your pussy. Silence, just for a moment, but it feels like an eternity.

Then you feel it, hot and hard, as he pushes the head of his cock against your pussy. Parting your lips ever so slightly as he slides his knob up and down them. Then he starts to push, very slowly, so just the head is inside you, then he stops and waits.

"Oh no you don't!!" you protest as your hands reach behind his butt. "You don't stop now, now you're going to fuck me hard!!" You grab his ass, nails dug in, then pull him into you as hard as you can. At the same moment he thrusts and your bodies come together with an almighty "SLAP!" He starts to pump his hard meat into you, pounding against your pubis and clit with every thrust. Your orgasm is almost immediate, already being built up from the work of his skillful mouth. Your muscles contract around the fat cock inside you, gripping it like a vice. He pushes himself in as hard and as far as he can, grinding into you, stimulating your clit with his movements. It starts again, before you've even recovered from the first one. One orgasm flows into another.

"Mmmmm, is that good baby?" You hear him say as he starts to slowly pump in and out of you. "YES IT IS" you scream at him, "YOU'VE HAD YOUR FUN, NOW FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD!!"



Ride Ch. 4



He needs no further encouragement and he starts thrusting hard, pounding into you again, just raw brutal sex now.

"So you wanna be fucked hard then eh?" he says, "Well this biker's gonna fuck your brains out now girl!"

Harder and faster he pounds into you, almost pounding you off the trike. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper until he can hardly move. Then you pull yourself up and off the trike, impaling yourself on his cock. You twist yourself on him, forcing him to turn around and sit on the trike himself. Your legs still wrapped around him, and your arms around his neck, you slow the pace down and slide up and down on his hard cock. Your pussy muscles contracting around his cock, trying to milk him of his cum, then you feel it again.

"I'm gonna cum again baby, please cum with me, fill my pussy with your hot cum."

It starts and you bear down on his cock, squeezing him for all you're worth. "Oh, aah, I'm c c cum....."

At the same instant you feel his cock expand inside you, filling you more, you're already cumming, you know he is about to, but you're ready for it. You feel the first jet of his hot cum as it squirts into the back of your pussy. The feeling is sensational, but you can't give in to it yet, you have plans.

With incredible speed and agility, you are off of him and on your knees in front of him. You still can't see because of the blindfold, but you can feel his cock spasm in your hand and you feel another jet of hot cum squirt over your face. Then you have his pulsing cock in your mouth, forcing the head to the back of your throat. You literally suck the last few jets of cum out of his cock, feeling it slide down your throat.

"Oh my god, please save me!" you hear him say as he grabs a handful of your hair and shudders uncontrollably. You can feel his body start to slide down, his legs giving way.

"Oh no you don't." you think to yourself as you grab his ass. You can feel him start to soften, but you have other ideas.

You continue to suck on his cock as your hand slips between his legs to gently squeeze on his balls. You feel him getting hard again, but not enough. Your other hand moves behind him and you gently push one finger against his tight asshole. Slowly pushing it inside him while still massaging his balls and sucking on his cock. Gently moving your finger inside him until you find his prostate to massage it. Now there's the response you were after you think as his cock swells and gets harder in your mouth. You move your head back, gently biting on his cock as you go.

Then you flick your tongue all over, around and under the head, sliding down the big vein under his cock to his balls, sucking them into your mouth. Licking back up the underside and taking the head in your mouth again. All the while your hands staying busy on his balls and ass. Then you move your hand from his balls and firmly grab the base of his cock, starting a slow steady pumping action as you suck hard on the head. Suddenly he grabs you by the hair and says, "NO, STAND UP!" 

Reluctantly you let go of his cock and stand up as you feel him lead you to the back of the trike.

"Lean over here and brace yourself, you won't fall." he says as he guides you over. You feel a sharp sting on your ass as he gives you one good slap there and says, "This is what I want now!"

So you lean further forward, pushing your ass up in the air and thinking, "Well we're really going all the fucking way now!"

Your hips gyrate as you feel his fingers slide around in your wet snatch. His slippery fingers sliding back along your perineum to your ass, and you feel one finger gently push against your tight ring. Slowly he eases the finger in your ass and begins to pump it in and out. Then another finger joins the first, as you feel your ass begin to relax and open to welcome them both. He continues to ream your ass with his fingers, rubbing your clit at the same time with his thumb, then he says,

"There, I think you're ready now."

You feel his fingers leave you, only to be replaced by the feeling of his hard cock head pushing against your tight hot asshole. He gently pushes the head in, stopping there to allow you to get comfortable first.

"FUCK THIS" you think, "I'M READY NOW!"

You push back hard against him, "good girl" he says as his cock slides in to the hilt and fills your ass. He starts thrusting into you at a steady pace and you move in time with him.

"AND NOW...." he says. You don't even have time to wonder what's coming next when you already feel the hum of the vibrator against your pussy. "Oh my God!!" you think as he rubs it across your clit and then inside you. Your legs go stiff, your feet go taught and you're standing on your toes. Your pussy starts to spasm, gripping the vibrator as it rubs against the cock that's swelling in your ass. Your orgasm rips through you at the same moment that you feel his cock twitch and shoot jets of hot cum in your ass. You both scream at the intensity of your orgasms and collapse on the ground together. 

Exhausted, you fall asleep. You wake up to the sound of the phone ringing. Rubbing your eyes, you look around and find yourself at home in bed. Was it a dream? Surely not you think as you unsteadily stand up and feel hot fluid running down your thighs. You walk slowly toward the phone, sore and trying to stem the flow from your ass and pussy. You pick up the phone thinking that this was no dream, as you hear his voice say, "Wanna go for a ride?"



Ride 'Em Cowboy



For several years I would visit my best friend and Texas and I had a fun friendship with one of her husband's friends as well. It was just a flirtation, but there was definite sexual tension. During one visit he made it very clear to me what he would like to do if I gave him the chance. I turned him down because I was married and I took my marriage vows very seriously, but I never forgot what he said, and spent several years fantasizing about what it would have been like if I had said yes.

When my marriage ended and I was ready to move on, I decided to take a trip to Texas to see if fantasy and reality were anywhere close.

I took great care in getting ready before boarding the plane. I knew he liked my eyes, my full lips and my well endowed chest. I played up my blue eyes, painted my lips a light red that made them look like I had been kissed hard and long, put on a low cut top that showed my chest quite well, and a short leather skirt with no panties. I wanted to be ready to go. From the looks on the faces of the men as I boarded the plane, I knew I had achieved the look I wanted.

When I landed, he was waiting for me, grabbed me and kissed me good and hard. I was ready to melt then and there. When he asked me what I wanted to do, I told him that I wanted to fuck him in as many ways, as many places, and as many times as possible. We could not have left the airport faster.

We drove to a secluded area. One look at him and I could tell he was as ready as I was. I reached over and stroked him through his jeans until we arrived. I thought it was going to be fast and furious since we were both so ready. He shocked me by pulling out a blanket and a picnic basket. We lay down on the ground and kissed for what seemed liked hours. I was so wet I could hardly wait. He slowly undressed me and laid me back on the blanket. From the picnic basket he grabbed a bottle of wine. He poured some across my tits and slowly licked it off. He repeated this several times and I grew even more and more aroused with each drop. I had my first orgasm just from the feel of his tongue on my tits. 

When he pulled out the strawberries and began to run it across my body, I was on the brink of another orgasm. I could not wait for him to touch me more, but he took his time. He then ran the strawberry across my pussy and my clit and I arched my back from the sensation. He then rubbed the strawberry across my lips and put it into his own mouth and ate it. Every inch of my body ached to have him touch me. I took the bottle of wine and began to give him the same treatment. When I poured it over his rock hard cock and then slipped my hot mouth over him I heard him groan and he drove further into my mouth. Given his size, it was not easy to handle him, but I took every inch in my mouth and slowly slid my mouth up and down his cock. I could tell he was holding back and was as ready as I was. 

I straddled his hips and slid my soaking wet pussy down over his cock. I slowly slid onto him and felt every inch as I took more and more in. This was better than any fantasy that I had. He filled me and we slowly began to rock in rhythm together. He began to stroke my nipples and I continued to ride his cock. This was one cowboy that could give a wild ride. It wasn't long before we both were cumming. I knew that this was going to be a wonderful weekend.

We lay on the blanket for a while when I told him I wanted to see where he kept his race car. We drove to the garage and he showed me his car. He climbed in the car and started it up. The sound of the engine and the sight of him in the car got me wet again. When he climbed out, I pinned him against the car, grabbed his jeans and lowered them. Once again I had his cock in my mouth. It was easier to take him in this time and I was getting even more turned on each time my mouth slid up and down the full length. He asked me to stop because he was about to cum and wanted to do it inside of me. He laid me down on the hood of the car and pushed my skirt up. I was surprised when he dropped down and began to lick my clit. I was ready for him to fuck me, but this was a wonderful sensation. His tongue would flick across my clit, then stop for a few seconds when I thought I was ready to explode. He continued this until I begged for mercy and he finally let me cum. I had never had such a powerful orgasm in my life. He then bent me over the hood of the car and gave me every inch of that incredible cock. I knew that this was his favorite position since we had talked about it before. Though I could not see his face, I knew he was enjoying every minute of it since his pace had increased and the groans coming from him had increased as well. With each thrust he hit just the right spot and soon had me screaming again. My pussy clenched tight around his cock. He came a few seconds later. We collapsed together on the hood of the car. The feeling of him on top of me while I was on top of the car was something I couldn't come up with in any of my fantasies.

We then headed to the hotel that he had booked for us for the weekend. We had the penthouse suite and a private elevator that went to our floor only. In the elevator we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We kissed and licked all the way up to the hotel room. At one point he pulled my shirt up and licked my tits while he fingered me to yet another orgasm. By the time that we entered the hotel room, we were both exhausted. We undressed and climbed into bed together. We spent some time touching each other and we fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

When I woke up, he was still sleeping. I went to take a shower and the simple act of rubbing soap on my body enlivened every nerve and had me hot and wet again. I was getting ready to finish my shower and go wake him up when the door to the shower opened and he stepped in. Looking at his glorious body again set my body on fire. I ran my hands down his body and grabbed the cock that had brought me so much pleasure. I began to stroke him and saw the smile spread across his face and his head fell back. He grew harder and harder in my hand. I sped up my rhythm until he was on the edge, then I slowed down. He leaned forward and dropped his mouth to my tits. His tongue flicked my nipples and he began to nibble on them. He had me cumming once again and I grabbed his cock. He took this as his sign that I was ready. He backed me up against the shower wall, and slowly lowered me onto his cock. It was becoming easier to take him in now, but the pleasure did not decrease. I took every inch and every thrust with great pleasure. He went back to licking and nibbling on my tits and dropped one hand to my clit. The combination of sensations was more than I could handle and I came on his cock, squeezing every inch of him. Just when I thought I could not stay upright another moment, he came and held me tight. We held each other until we were able to catch our breath. By this point we need a real shower. Once we had showered and dried off, we headed back to the bed. We spent most of the weekend there and continued our activities. We did venture out to experiment in the pool and the sauna. 

By the time the weekend was over, my muscles were sore and I loved every minute of it. I will be returning to Texas as soon as I can.



Ride Em Cowboy



Since the 1930s my extended family has had a remote ranch in a hidden Colorado Rockies valley abutting Medicine Bow National Park south from Laramie, Wyoming. The mountain fasts there—almost alpine in environment—are majestic, but they can be raw and cruel as well. 

Our family raised cattle there and took timber off the mountainsides in a planned "thinning" harvest pattern that supported a construction business down in Denver without denuding the forested hillsides. We weren't year-round ranchers, though, eschewing the forbidding winters by centering our lives elsewhere and only using the oft-expanded rambling stone and log ranch house for periodic vacations. Anyone in the family corporation could show up at the ranch after merely checking to see how many others would be in temporary residence; the rest of the year the ranch was taken care of by a long-term foreman and a succession of young—and not so young—wranglers holding fast to the dream of the wild and independent American West cowboy.

These cowboys were a sturdy, if somewhat rough and self-absorbed lot, many of whom had accommodated to the life of isolation in a wild and remote wilderness by taking whatever opportunities came their way.

Thus it was that, having called ahead to report that I was on home leave from a European tour and planned to take a Colorado rest and recuperation by riding the range and fishing the cold mountain trout streams, I found Big Bill, a handsome if wind-chiseled-featured rangy cowboy of almost indeterminate age hunched over the railing of the stable fence, waiting for me to arrive. He was leaning his lithe and sinewy hard-worked body over the fence with one booted foot on the lower rail and spinning a stalk of oats in his mouth when I caught sight of him. A big grin spread across his creased weather-beaten face when I drove up in a Jeep Cherokee in a cloud of dust and came to a sliding stop beside the covered log veranda extending across the wide face of the ranch house. A hunky hulk of a young blond I'd never seen before was keeping him company at the rail.

"Heard yer were comin' into the valley, Mr. H.," Big Bill called out to me. I walked over toward him, and he stood up straighter as I did and set his creased and oily cowboy hat back on his head so that I could see the glint of welcome in his eyes.

"Yep," I replied. "Got a little tired of being targeted by all those bombs on my forays into the Middle East," I said, with a grin. "Thought I'd come back here for a spell and check out whether there are any missiles here as threatening as those I encountered in Lebanon."

"I reckon we can find a few here if that's what you want," Big Bill responded, with a hearty laugh. "Come for another ride, did you? Wantin' to go up into the hills again like we did last summer?"

"Yeah, that's exactly what I want," I answered. I need some tension release. I figure a good ride and then several hours in the trout stream will help a lot."

"Doesn't look like you brought the family," Big Bill said.

"Nope. The wife couldn't get away. She's still back in the Mediterranean."

"So, it's just you, is it?" Bill asked.

"Yep. Any of the rest of the family in residence?"

"Not for another week or so. Most of the Colorado family will come in when the leaves have hit their peak of fall color. That shouldn't be for another week or two."

"So, it's just us, is it?"

"Yep, most of the workers have the week off to set up for the long fall run of family in the house. I'm yer cook and general handyman, I'm afraid."

"Suits me just fine," I said.

"So, do you still want to take that ride up in the hills rather than just staying down here?"

"Yes, and the sooner the better. Can you get the horses and all that we'll need together in the next hour or two? And supplies for sleeping out under the stars? I've been looking forward to this for months."

"I sure can," Big Bill responded. "But, uh, where are my manners. Jawing away like this, and not even introducing you to the new hand. Mr. H., this is Long Jack; Long Jack, Mr. H."

As we shook hands, my mind worked over what the "Long Jack" could mean. None of the cowboys went by their real names—in truth, most cowboys out here were escaping something or someone and had no intention of bandying their real names about. I'd found out where the "Big Bill" had come from last summer. I wondered what "Long Jack's" story was. Whatever it was, he was one muscled, blond hunk of a man. Probably Scandinavian in background; maybe over from Minnesota. And handsome. The sun and wind hadn't had time to etch his features yet. He beamed at me, obviously a very friendly fellow.

"And, do you mind of Long Jack comes along, Mr. H.? I think he'd like a ride too, if that's OK with you."

"Yeah, of course," I replied, all smiles. "I'd like that."

"I kinda thought you would," Big Bill said with a big grin.

Less than two hours later, we were in the saddle on three stallions and riding up the ridgeline of a spur rising up from the ranch house into the foothills of the Rockies to the west of the Medicine Bow parkland. This was gorgeous scenery, visited rarely by man. The trees were beginning to change color, but we were in a very warm spell—so warm that we all stripped off our shirts. Although both hard bodied, Big Bill and Long Jack were a contrast in fine manhood. The older wrangler, black haired and on the edge of hirsute, was sinewy and on the thin side, with swarthy, leathery skin beaten by the cruel elements. His arms and chest were ropy with veins standing out on top of hard muscle. In contrast, the younger wrangler obviously hadn't been in the elements out here all that long. He was blond, fair, smooth skinned, and bulky without an apparent ounce of fat on him. He had a deep chest tapering down to a thin waist and biceps as thick as some men's waists. He probably could have broken me in two.

Traveling west toward the Rockies as our horses climbed into the hills, we reached a high meadow where the air was so clear and clean and the distant snow-capped Mount Zirkel appeared so close that it gave the illusion we could reach out and touch it. Big Bill called a halt at a grassy spot beside a burbling creek, and I was still drinking in the majestic scenery when both Big Bill and Long Jack came down off their horses and approached mine from either side. Big Bill encircled my waist with his sinewy arms from one side of the horse and Long Jack placed his big hands on my belly and the small of my back; both men were smiling at me.

"You've kept yourself in mighty fine shape, Mr. H.," Big Bill said. "Is what you've got there in your pants as nice a piece as it was last summer?"

"Check it out for yourself," I answered.

"Don't mind if I do."

As Big Bill was unzipping my jeans and fishing out my half-hard cock, Long Jack moved his hands up to my sternum and between my shoulder blades and pulled me flat across the back and croup of the horse. He kissed me deeply on the lips and played with my nipples, as Big Bill sucked my cock. The stallion held still, but it was trembling underneath me. Long Jack's mouth left mine and his lips traveled down to my nipples and then down across my navel, and he was joining Big Bill in mouthing my cock and balls. I laid there full length on the back of the horse, sighing and moaning and watching the snow-patterned ragged rocks of Mount Zirkel as the two wranglers shared my cock.

But then Big Bill got serious at sucking my tool and I looked around and saw that Long Jack had busied himself stripping the saddles off of the other two horses and laying them out in the middle of the grass clearing. Then he slowly stripped off his clothes, revealing a beautiful body-builder's physique. I could now see at least how he had gotten the "Long" part of his nickname. He came back and played my mouth and upper torso with his lips and hands again while Big Bill brought me to a groaning and moaning ejaculation with his insistent mouth.

When he was done, Big Bill's lips replaced those of Long Jack's on my lips. Then he whispered in my ear, "Are you ready for that ride now, Mr. H.?"

"Oh God yes," I replied. "I've been waiting for this for so long."

Big Bill pulled me off the horse and carried me over to one of the saddles resting in the center of the clearing. He stripped all of my clothes off except for my boots and the red bandana around my neck—and then he put my chaps on again, which left me bare at the pelvis fore and aft. Then he laid me across the dip in the saddle on my belly and tied my wrists to the stirrups of the saddle at each side with leather strips. After that, he stood where I could see him as he stripped down. His dong wasn't as long as Long Jack's, but it was much thicker, in keeping with his nickname. I moaned at the sight of it in remembrance of how he had plowed me the previous summer when I had visited these mountains.

He went over to the saddle bags on the other saddle and came back with a thick length of leather, a small riding crop, and several packets of condoms. Big Bill hunched down over me on the small of my back, his thick cock laying up between my shoulder blades. He brought the thick leather strap over my head and forced it into my mouth like a bit. Then he held the two ends of it like reins and pulled my head and back up to him in an arch and reached back with his other hand and started slapping me lightly on the buttocks as he rode my back, his cock rubbing up and down between my shoulder blades and mine rubbing up and down on the supple leather of the saddle seat. I could feel my back slicking up from the precum his cock was oozing as he stroked me. He rode me like a bucking horse like that for a while, eventually exchanging his hand slapping with flickings of the ride crop on my tender butt cheeks. He was making all of those rodeo shouts and gestures as he rode me. At length he reduced his gyrations to those of a trot, rubbing his cock up and down between my shoulder blades more deliberately; he stopped spanking and flicking my buttocks as I felt my butt cheeks being pulled apart and Long Jack tonguing and then fingering, with lubricant, my asshole.

Leaving Long Jack to prepare my ass for him, Big Bill stood beside me, and I watched him tear open a condom packet and sheath his monster cock with some difficulty. Then he was on my back again, rubbing the sheathed cock between my shoulder blades.

Long Jack's tongue and fingers disappeared and Big Bill slowly pulled his thick, now fully engorged cock back down along my spine until it dropped down into the crack between my butt cheeks and then was at my asshole. I arched my back against the reins and howled to the sky as he entered me with that huge cock and slowly plowed up my ass canal. When he was in to the root, he dropped the reins and I collapsed my head and chest onto the grass on the other side of the saddle and panted heavily at the filling and stretching of my canal.

"Oh God, oh God, you're splitting me," I cried.

"Do you want me to get off you?" Big Bill asked in a bit of confusion and concern. I was from the family; I could end his billet at the ranch with a snap of my fingers.

"Oh no, fuck me," I cried back at him. "I've been thinking of this for months. Fuck me hard."

And then I felt hands on my ankles; Long Jack was pulling my legs up and wishboning them, handling me like a wheelbarrow and opening me wider to Big Bill's tool and the older wrangler was riding my ass hard, just as I wanted him too. After a long, wild ride, he gave a little cry, quickly pulled out of me and pulled the sheath off and fired off across the small of my back. He rubbed the cum into my skin in strokings across my back with his still half-hard tool.

Long Jack was quickly untying my hands then, but not to free me. He pulled me up and turned me so that the small of my back was rising up the side of the saddle, my shoulder blades were flat on the grass, and my butt was suspended resting on the seat of the saddle and pointed toward the sky. Big Bill retied my wrists to the saddle stirrups while I watched Long Jack sheath his cock with a condom and then Big Bill and hunched over my chest, presenting his cock—moist from his man juice—for me to suck. I felt my legs being spread and Long Jack was snaking that long cock up into me and took his turn riding me long and vigorously while I bucked my pelvis up against his, meeting him stroke for stroke.

When Long Jack pulled out of me, ripped off his condom, and started to spout his semen all over my belly and the insides of my thighs, giving little cries of ecstasy all the while, I got the real point of his name—his ejaculation was unbelievably long and full. Big Bill freed me and we all ran down and splashed ourselves clean in cold mountain creek. As I was coming up out the water, though, Big Bill pushed me down onto my hands and knees in the grass and meadow flowers at the edge of the water and fucked me hard again doggie style. After he was done, I splashed back into the water and turned and watched Long Jack fuck Big Bill. They coupled like they did this regularly, which, no doubt, they did.

Big Bill cooked a meal over an open fire and we ate, stretched out against the saddles in the nude, as the warm late afternoon moved into a cooler twilight and the brilliant stars out in this mountain wilderness began to spread across the sky. The wranglers opened the sleeping bags then and spread them out, it being too warm to wrap ourselves in them considering the warmth we generated as Big Bill and Long Jack took turns riding me the whole night long out under a full moon glistening off the snowy Mount Zirkel peak.

The two wranglers managed to catch catnaps between fuckings, but they kept me awake all night. I didn't mind. I had been waiting for this for nearly a year—and that's when I thought I'd just have Big Bill to couple with. The blond stud was a real bonus. 



Ride 'em Cowboys



Jeannie and I were just hanging out around the pool like most 18-year olds do the first summer after they leave high school, but before they land a job or run off to college for the next four years. Jeannie and I had plans for Berkley. Together. We did everything together and had since we were children. We even wore the same clothing. Perfect size 10s in a world that valued size 4s. Not that we didn't get more than our share of ogling. What was there not to ogle about? We both had nice hourglass figures with amble matching 36DD boobs. The boys took notice and had since we both hit puberty. 

We took different approaches to guys, though. Jeannie was saving herself for marriage, but I wanted to do a little sampling before I tied down for the rest of my life. I'd only sampled one so far, but it was a nice sampling. Tommie Glibbon. Hard, muscular body with what I imagined to be nice equipment. It was hard to say whether his equipment was exceptional since he was my first, but the experience was nice, and Tommie and I hadn't split under bad terms. 

"You want some more lotion?" Jeannie asked.

I took the lotion from her outstretched, lotion-slicked hand and shook it for a second to get the white goo to the top. Then I started smearing across my stomach when I noticed a pair of old men watching. They were probably in their mid 40s or so, but they sure looked as though their tongues were about to lap the concrete watching Jeannie lean over to pull the towel out from beneath her feet.

I smacked her on the arm. 

"Hey!" she yelled at me, tossing her hair back and giving me a hard look. That was the big difference between us. I had short, silky blonde hair while her hair was so dark it was nearly black and it hung past her shoulders in thick waves. I had light, what people called icy blue eyes, whereas she had startling smoky gray eyes. We were like salt and pepper when it came to appearances, even though the shape of our bodies matched perfectly.

I rolled my eyes over toward the men. She waited a minute and looked. They were now sitting in the pool chairs with their legs spread open. One of them had his nuts slightly exposed at the edge of his swimming trucks.

"Ewww," Jeannie said.

"I don't know," I said. "The blonde one's sort of cute." He was, too. Tan, lean, but not too lean, just enough to give him a solid build, and he had a soft brush of hair across his chest, swirling down around his belly button and disappearing down the waistband of his swim trunks. It made me squirm a little just thinking about what might be at the end of that hair.

"Too old," Jeannie said. "Plus, don't you think they both look a little familiar?"

I looked at the other guy, the one with his nuts showing. Olive skinned, almost Italian looking. Shorter than his friend, maybe even a tiny bit shorter than Jeannie and me at our rather tall 5'8" stature, but still a nice solid build. A lot of hair on his chest and thick, curling black hair although it was receding a little. He also had a definite sprinkle of hair on his nuts.

"No," I said. 

Jeannie held her hand to her eyebrows and squinted. "Yes, the dark-haired one is Davey Treman's father, isn't he?" 

I shrugged and rubbed the lotion slowly up my legs, keeping my eyes on the blonde, who gave me a long slow smile. "I don't know. I never met his father."

"Oh well, you didn't miss much," Jeannie said, flopping back against the lounge.

I looked around the pool area. Only the lifeguard left. Another half-hour and it would be closing time. What next? Maybe they'd go down to Hank's Diner, hang out, and flirt with a few boys. At least it was something to look forward to.

Adequately slathered with lotion, I leaned back against the lounge chair and let the sun bathe my face. I couldn't resist letting my legs spread a little so the old farts have a good look at the young, perky stuff they couldn't have anywhere except their dreams.

It didn't take me long to drift off into a light sleep, dreaming about Tommie and what we'd done last summer. He'd taught me nearly every sexual position imaginable and how to give decent head to boot. I felt myself getting a little wet right before a pair of rough hands grabbed me and forcibly rolled me off the lounge chair onto the concrete facedown. 

"What the—?" I struggled to get up.

"Shut up," a voice said. "That is, unless you want to get hurt," and a small knife blade met my cheek as a knee pinned my buttocks.

I heard Jeannie shouting until another voice said, "Quiet, bitch!" followed by a hard slap and light, muffled crying.

The next thing I heard was the sound of duct tape ripping. Several long pieces got wrapped around my wrists. The hands jerked me to my feet, and the voice told me to walk. That's the first time I could see Jeannie. She was duct taped in the same position, and being let by the dark-haired man we'd been looking at earlier. I assumed the blonde was the one who had a hold of me. 

"Looks like we found what we looking for," the dark-haired one said.

"Should work out okay," the voice behind me said.

I looked around for the lifeguard, but he wasn't anywhere in sight. No one was. Not even in the parking lot as they drug us out to a nearby van and shoved us in the back. Then, more duct tape rips and they taped our feet together. It was the first time I could see the blonde plainly. A slow leer spread across his lips as he yanked the top of my bathing suit aside to expose one of my breasts. My nipple immediately hardened against the feel of his fingers. He leaned forward and suckled it a minute before letting it plop away from his lips.

"Look here, Rocko," he said. "This one's already ready."

They both laughed before they slammed the side door of the van closed and climbed into the front seat. Jeannie leaned over and whispered, "What do you think they're going to do to us?"

Rocko turned around from the passenger seat and said, "We're going to fuck the shit out of you. What the hell do you think we're going to do you? Just ride two sweet pieces of ass like you around for a while and then let you go?" He turned and looked at the other man, who had his eyes focused on the road. "She isn't very fucking bright, is she, Steve?"

"The don't need to be bright," Steve said. "They just need to be fuckable. The boys have to learn from somewhere, and I think this pair will work just fine."

Rocko turned back around and said, "Yeah, you're right. Fuckable. That's all they need to be."

About twenty minutes later, we turned off the main road onto something bumpier. Probably a dirt lane. Another five minutes and we jerked to a stop. Rocko and Steve climbed out, yanked open the side door, pulled us both out, and carried us into a cabin. 

The cabin was decent sized with a large area downstairs with an open loft above. They plopped both of down on a bear rug, probably fake, in the center of the room. Five faces appeared above over the railing of the loft.

"Would you look'a that?" one of them said. "Chicks. All tied up, too."

"Quit standing there pissing around," Rocko said. "Come on down and help us get them strapped up." 

The next thing I knew, Jeannie and I were both had a leather strap around our waist held in place with a small metal pad lock. It had nylon ropes attached on both sides and looped across a ceiling beam with a pulley contraption that looked as though it could hoist us up. Jeannie and I could both move around maybe ten foot in any direction. We could also probably lie on the floor, but it was doubtful we could roll around much since the cords would catch us up. 

They cut the tape on our hands and feet and ripped it off. I rubbed at my wrist to get the adhesive off and ease the stinging sensation from the tape. The fight was pretty much out of both of us by this point since we were wiggling and kicking both of our legs the whole time they jerked us around to get the leather straps around us.

"Okay," Steve said. "Time to get rid of the clothing." He took the knife, stepped forward, and slit the ties on my bikini top, letting it fall to the floor. Next, he reached down and yanked my bikini bottom down. I kicked and yelled, but all he said was, "Good, a fighter. That's what I like."

Rocko already had Jeannie naked and the rope pulled up the hoist so she was off the floor about three feet, kicking her legs around and yanking at the rope above her head with her hands. "Let me down. Let me down," she hollered.

Steve just laughed and hoisted me up to match her. I started struggling even more until he said, "Calm down. You'll enjoy yourself enough in a second," and tied off the rope to hold me in place.

Once we were both hanging there, Steve stepped up, grabbed both of my legs, and brought them around his shoulders so my pussy was facing him. "Boys, the first thing you need to know how to do is eat pussy. You'll never get your dick into a girl, if you don't know how to lick her right, so step up and pay attention."

Three of the boys surrounded him while the other two boys went to both sides of Rocko and Jeannie. Steve spread my legs open as far as he could, leaving one leg on his shoulder and holding the other out so the boys could take a look. With his free hand, he opened the lips of my pussy and said, "This is the slit." He dipped two fingers inside of me and gently moved them around. I wiggled and tried to push him away from me. He took his hand away and slapped me hard on the ass. "Don't wiggle until I'm done showing them, or I'll get the knife back out and give you a nice scar on your fine ass, do you hear me?"

I nodded and decided to hang on to the rope leading from my waist. His fingers returned to my pussy and dipped in and out slowly. "Now, this one is pretty hot. You can tell by the juices on my fingers." He stuck a finger in his mouth and licked it. "She tastes pretty good, too." Then he reached up and tweaked my clit. "But this is the most important thing you need to worry about until you get your dick in that sweet slit." His finger flicked at my button, which caused me to involuntarily jerk. Shit. I didn't want to jerk like that But he hit me right on the spot. "See?" He grinned up at me. "She already likes it, and I haven't even started giving her a good licking yet." He then rolled my clit between his fingers, and I could feel the juices starting to seep out of me. I hated it. I didn't want to respond to any of his manipulations, but my body seemed to have a mind of its own. "Now, what you do is suck on this little nub. Flick it with your tongue, suck on it, and use your teeth gently on it, but nothing too forceful unless she pulls your face right into her snatch. That's when you know she's about to blast off. Do you understand?" 

All three boys nodded. One of them was already rubbing an obvious bulge in his pants just from the thought of it.

"Now, watch." His face buried into my cunt hair. Oh shit. He sucked in my clit, like he was sucking the pit out of a cherry, and I could feel it hardening with each pull of his lips. He flicked, sucked, and bit, just like he told the boys to do. 

I felt heat rising from my toes to my face, as I rode his shoulders with his face buried so hard into my pussy I wanted to scream. I started squirming against his mouth, and he stuck a couple fingers into me, moving them slowly, like he had beforehand. Everything in me wanted to bounce up and down on those fingers. Oh my god. I thought I was going to die if I didn't have an orgasm. I wanted to hold back, forget about it. I tried to focus on something else, but my eyes wandered over to Jeannie, who was in the same position as I was except she had already brought her hands down to Jocko's head and was pulling his face hard against her, grinding away. 

I thought it incredible that my virgin friend was enjoying this more than I was, so I decided to let go and grabbed Steve by the hair, yanking him forward, hard. I then started bouncing up and down wildly on his fingers as she slammed them into me, spreading them a little and twisting. I rubbed my pussy up and down on this face while he caught my clit on his pass and suckled it. 

I could hear Jeannie hitting an orgasm with loud deep pants, and I went shortly behind her until I fell completely limp on Steve's shoulder. He pulled away from me and said, "That's the way it's done. Do you think you can do the same?"

All three boys nodded, and Steve flung my legs around the next boy's shoulders. "Have at it then. Let's see if you can make her squirm." 

The boy immediately went for my clit, which was already sensitive from my orgasm. I pulled away a little bit and Steve leaned in to the boy's ear and said, "Easy now, son. You have to be gentle with that thing until she lets you know she wants more."

The boy slowed down then to gentle sucking as though he were drawing soda through a straw. I wanted to hold out and not let them know what a slut I really felt like, but I wound up exploding for him and the two boys behind him while Jeannie face fucked the other two with nearly as much abandon. 

I turned to look at her and the expression on her face told me she found it just as unbelievable as I did that she was enjoying this so much. If this was what it meant to be held hostage, lord, hold me be a hostage more often.

After they were done licking both of us into oblivion, Steve lowered me back to the floor, or nearly so. I could stand on my tiptoes and move around a bit, which was better than dangling in midair. He came up to me, and said, "Are you ready to get fucked?" 

"No," I said. I wasn't ready, either. I wasn't on the pill. He was nice looking, and he'd done me a great service licking my cunt up the way he had, but I didn't want to have sex with him. 

I heard Jeannie arguing with Rocko on the other side of the room. She was pleading with him not to fuck her since she was a virgin and saving herself for marriage. He just laughed and said, "Seems like we're going to have a real ride. Maybe more than one of them." 

Jeannie was bouncing around on her tiptoes, trying to get away from him when he grabbed her leg and pulled it around his waist. "If you can get loose me, I'll let you go. No problem," he said. With that, he pulled her other leg up and began shoving at the entrance of her neatly trimmed dark pussy. She squirmed upwards, clawing up his body to get away from his prick. Then she smacked his face hard. He brought his hand away from her leg and returned the slap. "All's fair," he said. "You slap me, and I'm going to slap you. Just remember that." 

Jeannie reached up and wiped a small trickle of blood from her lips. Rocko turned so his back was to us, and we all watched in amazement as his ten inch or so dick jabbed at the entrance of her pussy with his balls bumping up and down with each thrust. Jeannie was still struggling, although she let out a sharp cry as the head of his dick penetrated her. 

He then apparently hit her maidenhood after inching in more because she began pleading with him again to stop and let her satisfy him some other way, but he reached up, grabbed a hold of her shoulder, and gave one solid shove downward. His dick embedded to the point only his balls showed beneath the cheeks of her ass. She shrieked in pain and began flailing about. He let one of her legs down, and she started hopping against the floor, pushing at him.

"Yee-haw," he said, jabbing at her pussy with each forward and backward movement she made in her attempts to get away from him. 

The boys laughed. One of them said, "It looks like she's trying to mount a stallion with one leg on and one leg off like that." 

"She's tight, too, boys. Getting a virgin is a real treat. Their pussy molds right around your dick. 

Jeannie continued hopping around with Rocko's arm wrapped around the leg in the air, all the while he kept pumping her with his dick and laughing. After ten minutes or so, she fell limp from exhaustion, sobbing as Rocko continued to thrust into what I knew to be her throbbing pussy. Losing your virginity wasn't exactly pleasant, and having a dick shoved up inside you with that much force had to make it worse. 

Rocko pulled her other leg up on his hip and started bouncing her on his dick in earnest, pulling her butt up high enough for the tip of his cock to exit her and then dropping her onto it again. That's when Steve grabbed a hold of me and shoved his dick in me. It had to be a big as Rocko's. Maybe a little thicker. 

I was hanging in the exact same position Jeannie had been with one foot on the floor and the other wrapped around Steve's waist. I felt as though I'd just had a slick log shoved inside me, but I refused to wiggle. No way I wasn't going to put out a show like Jeannie did.

"Aren't you going to try to get away?" Steve grunted, thrusting into me hard a few times as he tried to prompt me into fighting him. 

But instead a moan escaped from my lips. I bit down hard, trying to bite the sound off, but it was too late. He'd already heard exactly what he wanted to hear. 

"Well, well, well, we've got one that wants to be fucked, boys. This should be a real treat. Nice tight pussy that hasn't been used too much, but is hot for more." He pulled my legs up around his waist so my clit was rubbing against the soft hair looping down around his dick. He hammered me, catching my bouncing tits in his mouth and sucking at them every two or three bounces. I couldn't believe I was about to explode again. First, four great pussy licking orgasms, and now, a fifth orgasm boiling up. Tommie had never gotten that many orgasms out of me in one setting. 

I gasped as Steve abruptly pulled out of me. He laughed and said, "Don't worry, baby. You'll have it back into you soon enough." He motioned to the pulley. "Let her down a little, boys." 

Steve dropped me from his hips, and my feet hit the floor solid. He spun me around and pushed my shoulders forward. "This is how you ride bareback," he said, burying his dick up my cunt from behind. I thought he felt like a log beforehand, but now he felt like a whole damned tree shoving up inside of me. 

The strap around my waist was holding me from falling on me face, but it didn't prevent Steve from leaning forward and toying with my nipples. He gently tugged at the points in almost a milking motion while he kept pounding me from behind. 

"Step up, son," he said. "Let her suck your dick. Considering how good she's taking this pounding, I bet she's good at it."

I could see the biggest boy step forward. He yanked his sweatpants down to his knees, and a eight-inch cock slapped me in the face. I pressed my lips together. I'd given head to Tommie last summer, but it wasn't my favorite thing. 

"Come on, little filly," Steve said. "Open wide," and he gave me nipple a sharp pinch. I cried out, which wound up filling my mouth with dick. "And don't use your teeth on him, either, or I'll twist your plump titty right off of you. Suck it just like you would a peppermint stick."

I closed my eyes, tightened my lips, and let the dick slid in and out of my mouth. The boy moaned and grabbed me by the ears and started sawing me, hitting the back of my throat with each thrust until he managed to shove it past my throat entrance. I felt as though I was about to strangle or puke. I wasn't sure which, but with every gag reflex I had, the boy moaned even more like it was pleasing him. 

I felt one of Steve's hands on my clit. His fingers pinched it a little and then he started flicking it. He leaned forward on me, putting most of his weight on my back, like he was really riding me. One of his hands moved back and forth between my two nipples while his other hand worked my clit. He humped me, thrusting his dick to the bottom of my cunt while he tweaked away.

In spite of myself, and the dick pumping my mouth, I felt my orgasm welling up inside me again. I started wiggling against Steve's fingers on my clit and trusting back against him.




Ride 'em Cowboys



"There you go," Steve said. "Enjoy it, baby. You're getting nice and wet. You're so hot, I think I could explode, fill you up with cum, and still keep fucking you. You're one hell of a ride."

His dirty talk put me right over the edge. I started moaning around the boy's dick, which made him thrust even faster. The next thing I knew, I was squirming for all I was worth, pumping as fast as I could on Steve's dick, and moaning out another orgasm.  

"Oh, sweet Jesus," Steve said. His dick bursting forth hot seed inside me. The boy followed shortly after, gushing what seemed like a never-ending supply of cum down my throat. I tried pulling away so I could spit it out, but he held my head tight against his crotch only pulling away to stroke his dick slightly in and out as he finished up.

Steve lay on my back a moment, panting, before he pulled out of me and cum dribbled down my legs. The boy pulled his limp dick away from my lips, and I suddenly felt empty. It was strange, but I wanted more, wanted filled up from both ends again as fast as possible. 

I looked over at Jeannie, who was now completely limp, bent over on her strap with one boy pistoning her mouth and another her pussy as Rocko looked on in satisfaction. Both boys looked as though they were in ecstasy, even though Jeannie wasn't moving at all. She looked like she was unconscious, and they were just using her like a blow up doll. 

"Next," Steve announced, and I felt another dick, smaller than Steve's but still decent sized, jab at my cum soaked pussy. One thrust and it was inside, pumping away. Another dick appeared at my face, much smaller, probably the youngest boy. I took it willingly, and started sucking it like a sugar tit. He moaned as I sucked it to the base. The other boy behind me wrapped his arms around my legs and started playing with my clit just like Steve had, only more forceful, tugging it as though he was jacking off. It felt good. Different, but good. 

The boy I was sucking leaned forward and started fondling my breasts with light fluttering fingers. I thought I was in heaven for a moment with one boy jacking me off and the other toying with the very tips of my nipples. It didn't seem to matter that the feeling came with two dicks thrusting in and out of me against my wishes. I started moaning out another orgasm and sperm started pumping into me from both ends. 

"Damn," the boy behind me said. "She really likes it, doesn't she? You should'a felt her pussy clamp down. It was like a fist stroking me for all I was worth."

"I gotta try that," the oldest boy said.

"Patience. Patience," Steve said. "You'll have your chance, but you haven't learned everything yet."

"Yeah," Rocko said from the other side of the room, as he stroked his dick. It was already back to its full ten inches and ready to go for another round. Jeannie just hung there, completely limp, like she still wasn't conscious in the least, until Rocko jabbed her pussy hard, and she let out at light whimper. "I was wondering if you were awake," Rocko said. "You need to be good and awake if you're gonna make this ride worth while. The wild bronco. Wilder than anything you've ever seen before boys." 

He pumped his dick in and out of Jeannie a few time, before he pulled out and positioned himself higher. I knew what he was about to come next and wondered if I that was what Steve had in mind for me, too. 

Rocko gave one hard shove, and his dickhead entered Jeannie's tight little virgin asshole. Jeannie screamed, and her eyes popped wide open. She started scrambling forward on her knees with her arms flailing like she was trying to do the breaststroke in mid air. Rocko gave another thrust, and he was embedded in his ass clear up to his balls. He just stayed in her a minute, laughing while she sobbed and tried to pull away before he leaned forward on her back and gripped her shoulders. He then hopped completely up on her back and wrapped his legs around her thighs. One nudge with his dick up her ass, and "Go, giddy up, little doggie," put Jeannie into motion. 

She jumped from the floor and had full rein to run around circling in about a ten-foot diameter. She kept shaking and trying to push his hands away from her tits and his legs off her thighs and she ran around, but he kept a firm hold and continued to hump her ass while she cried out in pain. She wiggled, shook, and ran around a good ten minutes before she fell to her knees, still sobbing, and tried to roll over. The ropes prevented her from flipping onto her side, though. The most she could do was hop around on her hands and knees, bouncing her butt up and down like a true bull, trying to buck its rider off. 

Eventually, she tired and stopped, just staying on the floor with Rocko's legs wrapped around her thighs and his butt pistoning up and down as he drove his tool up her ass repeatedly. It didn't take long before his nuts started to swell and his ass stopped pumping. He let out a long moan, but stayed embedded in her ass, gently rolling his hips back and forth. 

With a sigh, he pulled his dick out. It made a loud plopping sound, and he stood up. Jeannie was now back to the limp unconscious position she'd been in beforehand. He smacked her playfully on the ass and said, "Hell of a ride, little lady. I don't think I've ever had a filly buck that hard to throw me off, but I gotta say, your ass was the tightest I've ever fucked. Well worth the effort." 

Steve yanked me around and said, "I doubt this one will give us that type of ride. She likes getting fucked too much. You ever have it up the ass?"

I shook my head no. The most I'd ever had up my ass was a couple fingers, and I didn't like it. It was too much for me in terms of orgasm, and the only thing I wanted out of sex was an orgasm. 

"Well, maybe we can do something else for you."

I felt a flood of relief wash over me with the hope Steve didn't plan to impale my ass with his huge dick. I didn't think I could stand it.

But the next thing I knew, he pushed me forward and jammed his dick up my cunt. I squirmed a little as his hit bottom several times before pulling out and slamming it full force up my ass. I screamed. Loud. I scrambled to pull away, but he held me still. He didn't pump me. He just left his dick embedded in my ass like piece of meat stuck on the end of a eschewer. 

"Hoist the rope a bit, boys," he said. I felt my feet moving off the floor again. "There, stop," he said. 

I was now back on my tiptoes with his dick shoved in my ass. One of his fingers reached for my clit while the other reached for one of my nipple. He began a flicking motion with each hand. I moaned in spite of myself. His dick started moving in and out. Gently at first, but after a little bit he picked up the tempo until a few minutes, when he stopped and pulled his hands away from me. I whimper a bit in protest.

He laughed before he said, "Freddie, you said you wanted some pussy, right?"

"Hell, yeah!" Freddie stepped forward, dropped his pants, and kicked them aside.

I started struggling against the ropes at the thought of what was going to come next, but Steve held my hips firmly in place with his dick still stuck up my ass. Freddie stepped forward and yanked my legs around his waist. He made a few jabs before he found my pussy hole and wedged his dick inside. I grabbed him around the head and buried his face in my breasts, trying to lift up and away from both of them. He just laughed and pulled one of my tits into his mouth, sucking it, before he moved to the other, nibbling and biting on each of them. 

Every time Freddie pushed, it shoved Steve's dick further up my ass. Every time Steve pushed back, it impaled me more on Freddie's dick. Soon they had a rhythm going, pumping me back and forth between them while I just let them. 

Steve reached around and pulled my legs from Freddie's waist, leaving me to dangle between them on my tiptoes. Both of them stopped pumping me, and Steve said, "Start dancing if you don't want me to get the knife and shove it up your cunt." 

I started dancing, which really didn't amount to anything more than bouncing up and down on my toes. By that point, it didn't matter, though. I was so horny with my body begging for release I started jumping up and down, letting both of them fill me. Freddie reached between our bodies and started teasing my clit. The more he teased the more I jumped. It didn't take long before I hit an earth shattering orgasm and fell limp between them. Steve grunted and lunged against my ass several time. I felt his seed spew in the depths of my bowels. Freddie grabbed my legs again and started hammering me, using his father as a backboard until he grunted and dumped his load inside of me. 

I looked over at Jeannie. She was on top of Rocko, who was pistoning in and out of her, while one of the boys was nailing her ass and another plunging her mouth. I wondered if both one of us would ever be the same again, and I still wondered it as the other two boys filled me up and started bouncing me on their dicks.



Ride 'em Cowgirl



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Ride 'em Cowgirl



Stephanie had turned him down too many times. The voluptuous redhead with emerald green eyes was as tantalizing as a ripe peach, but no matter how Eric tried, she wouldn't let him near her. He couldn't understand it. He was considered a handsome man with a toned physique, short brown hair and chiseled features. With his penetrating blue eyes, women fell over themselves to be with him, but Eric had his sights on Stephanie and until he had her, no one else mattered.

Late one Saturday afternoon while both had worked out at the local gym, Eric had asked her out once again and once again with her sweet soft voice she told him no. She wouldn't even consider it and left. Eric whose ego had taken enough of a beating decided he would go to her home and find out why she kept turning him down. Having gathered her address from the registry at the gym, he waited until dark to drive to her apartment. With his courage bolstered by a couple of shots of Jack Daniel's whiskey, he climbed the steps to the apartment building where she lived, found her name next to the appropriate buzzer and pushed it. Within seconds the sweet voice of Stephanie was heard through the intercom.

"Hello?"

"Stephanie, its Eric. I really need to talk to you," he said into the box.

"I told you I wasn't interested," Stephanie's voice returned in a cool tone.

"I need to know why you won't date me. Is there someone else?" Eric asked with a crack in his voice.

"No, there is no one else," she sighed with frustration.

"Then tell me why you won't go out with me," Eric pleaded.

Finally Stephanie heaved a resigned sigh and agreed to see him. Without hesitation Eric climbed the stairs to Stephanie' apartment and she opened the door to let him. Eric reeled as he saw that she wore only a pink clingy satin robe and nothing else to cover the firmness of her body and he could feel his cock twitch in his jeans.

"So you want to know why I'm not interested?" she said with a sly twist in her voice.

Eric swallowed hard. The look on Stephanie's face was not that of the innocent girl from the gym and he hesitated, but his curiosity and the two whiskeys would not let him retreat.

"Yea, I need to know why you don't want me," he finally managed to say.

Stephanie chuckled and crooked her finger, "Come with me," she said.

Eric could feel his cock jump inside his pants as she led him to a room that was barren except for a machine that looked like a black mechanical horse, the kind you found in cowboy bars. The difference was that on top of this horse was a fully erect black cock. She motioned Eric to sit on the blue overstuffed chair across the room and not to wait. Eric did as he was told and was astonished as his eyes scanned the soft leather covered machine. It stood four feet tall and a small step stool was needed to climb on it. Stephanie slowly walked over to the machine and stroked the hard erect cock on top letting her hand slide up and down the shaft as if it were her pet.

"Do you like my little friend?" she asked coyly.

Eric swallowed hard. The way she stroked the cock on the machine was so sensual he needed to adjust himself to accommodate the tightness in his jeans.

"So what do you do with it?" Eric asked hoarsely.

"You need to ask?" Stephanie replied surprised. "Well then... I guess I'll just have to show you."

Before Eric could say anything else, Stephanie had let the ties of her pink silk gown slip from her shoulders to the floor. Her firm breasts and tight nipples showed her excitement and the wet mound of her pussy glistened with her juices in anticipation as to what was to happen next. Stephanie eyed Eric with a sexual intensity that seemed to go right through him. A slight grin formed on her lips as she climbed the step stool and mounted the machine just in front of the erect cock.

Eric's lips went dry but his palms began to sweat and he rubbed them on his thighs. He had heard of such machines, but never had seen one being used. The temptation to loosen his pants and fondle himself was becoming more and more irresistible, but he held back just in case Stephanie found it offensive and climbed off before he could see what she could do with the mammoth beast.

Stephanie's excitement grew as she felt the soft leather on her inner thighs and rubbed her pussy along it allowing her juices to slide down the side of the horse while Eric watched.

"I love the way the leather feels so soft against my ass," she purred at him.

Eric cleared his throat, "I bet," was all he could manage to say as he rubbed the front of his jeans where his cock was pulsating against the zipper.

Stephanie looked at Eric and smiled as she flipped the switch to the right at the head of the mechanical horse and it began to vibrate slowly with the erect black cock humming along with it. The vibration ran through her body and she moaned softly allowing the sensation to penetrate her. She reached up with her hands and twisted her nipples between her fingers and pulled at them then moaned again. Eric could contain himself no longer and unzipped his pants. His cock nearly jumped out of his jeans with precum dripping from its head and he grabbed it with the palm of his hand. Stephanie didn't seem to notice as she closed her eyes allowing the vibrating sensation to rock through her body and the electrical sexual current that came with it to pull and tug at her pussy.

Eric leaned back in the chair and spread his legs while he stroked his own hardened cock. He watched entranced as she slowly backed her way up to the pulsating erection. His ass cheeks tightened and the grip on his own cock swelled in his hand as he stroked it fervently and could not take his eyes off her. Stephanie didn't see him. She was in her own world as she raised her hips on the vibrating cock and slid down on it slowly and methodically. Inch by inch she took the black cock inside of her only to rise dragging her swollen pussy lips over the erection to moisten it with her juices before sliding down on it again as deep and as far as the shaft would go inside her. The sensation was so delicious that she licked her lips at the feeling. She began to rock on it back and forth, up and down and sideways. Eric pumped his own cock with his hand feeling his balls fill and tightened with the excitement.

Stephanie didn't know and didn't care what Eric was doing. She leaned forward and adjusted the speed to vibrate faster and pummeled onto the black erected cock as if she were riding a real horse and was desperately trying to stay in the saddle. The vibrating cock drilled into her hot wet steamy pussy and her folds swelled around it. She bounced, ground onto it and cried out as it took her higher and higher towards her climax. Eric stroked his cock mesmerized by what he saw and threw back his head as his own climax came near. Stephanie sucked in her breath as she flipped the switch on the horse that caused it to buck inside of her. She hung on to the handle in front of her and rode the erection until she could not hold back any longer and screamed with pleasure as her orgasm came over the metal beast letting her cum juices slide down the sides and onto the horse. When Eric saw her explode, her body quivering, her harden nipples bouncing up and down in front of her, he erupted shooting his cum on his bare belly and even on to his shirt. Spasms and spasms shot through the head of his cock. Globs of hot cum heating his skin as it hit until his cock could shoot no more. 

On the other side of the room, Stephanie shuttered out the last or her orgasm before flipping the machine switch off. She blew out a deep breath impaled on the iron cock as it slowed until it stopped. Her breathing was ragged and her body shivered until she could regain her senses. Several moments past before she finally opened her eyes and smiled at Eric whose legs were spread and a thick coating of cum covered him. 

"So now you know,' Stephanie slurred drunk on sexual gratification. 

Eric grinned, "I'll never ask again."

THE END



Ride for Pleasure



As the wind blew in our faces we rode down the lonely country road. The feel of the motorcycle gliding effortlessly down the road. I feel her body pressed against mine as we ride. We have been this way before but today is different. 

Today I have a little more in mind then just a leisurely ride. I started planning this ride a few weeks ago when I overheard her telling a friend how much it turned her on when we were out on the bike. She was describing how it made her feel to her friend. She was saying how it made her little clit get so hard from the vibrations going down the road. And how if she rubbed the seat just right as we rode, how it made her get wet and cause a shuddering orgasm as I accelerated the bike. 

So today as we rode I slowly reached back with my left hand and started to rub her leg. She slapped me playfully on the back and said keep both hands on the handlebars silly. I told her it was ok just relax darlin and enjoy the ride. Since it was a beautiful summer day about 85 degrees and sunny she had worn shorts and a half top. As I rubbed her leg she leaned back against the back rest and stretched. I could see in the mirror as the wind caught her top and pulled it up above her breast. 

She was enjoying the feeling of the wind rushing past her nipples. I could tell cause they were getting harder. They looked so good the dark brown tan topped by her long thick nipples. They were poking straight up in the air as she started to pull her top down I said no let it stay up. We were riding in the country so no one was going to see except me. As she relaxed and let the wind blow across them I slowly felt my way up to where her shorts and her legs met. 

All the time running down the road at about 60 miles an hour. I had her lean up to me so I could feel her breast on my back. Her nipples digging into my shoulders as she did so. I ask her if she want to experience something new and different. She says she is game for fun and pleasure. With that I tell her to lean back and enjoy what is to come. You have to remember there is plenty of room to relax on a Gold Wing. 

As she settles in on her seat I go back to massaging her leg right where it meets her shorts. My fingers lightly playing just on the inside of her thigh. Every now and then I stop to let my fingers go back down to the back of her knee. Softly touching and swirling my fingers around the back side of it teasingly. That causes her leg to jerk as I do so. Back up her leg kneading the skin as I roam higher on her leg. Till again I am at her shorts this time I slip inside the leg of them. I can feel right where her leg meets her body and know that just to one side on my fingers are her moist lips. 

I can feel her adjust her self on the seat as I play softly there. I am so glad the legs of her shorts are loose enough for my hands to get there. I look back again in the mirror and I can see that she is smiling and has her eyes closed enjoying the feelings that are racing through her body. Between my touch and the bike moving down the road the heat from her pussy is radiating through the crotch of her jean shorts. I can feel it as I rub a little harder. Working my fingers onto her mound as I start to get excited myself. Knowing what I am going to do to her. I want more freedom to move my hand around so I pull it out and unbutton and unzip her shorts. Giving me total access to her pussy. By know she is rubbing her nipples and starting to move around on the seat some. As I slip my fingers down over her mound and onto her lips. Feeling her shiver as I do so. 

Slowly I stroke my middle finger along her lips getting it wet. Drawing her wetness from her hole up to her clit so that I can massage it. As her clit gets wet it starts to swell and grow harder. She moans in anticipation of the feeling to come. She leans forward trapping my hand between her pussy and the seat and tells me she is on fire. She has never felt such feeling flowing through her pussy and mind at the same time. She tells me she wants to cum. 

With that I wiggle my finger tip on her clit causing her to shudder and sit back. There now i can move my hand again. So I stretch my finger out and slip it just inside her pussy. Feeling this she pushes forward till my finger is buried in her. And her pussy is right behind me right where I can touch it all. As I curl my finger inside her I put my thumb on her clit feeling it slip and slide under the pressure. I can feel her juices start to run out on my hand as I start to stroke in an out of her. 

Stroking her pussy with my finger and her clit with my thumb. I can tell it isn't going to be long before she goes into her first good orgasm of the day. I say first because I hope to give her many today. I can feel her muscles inside her pussy gripping and squeezing my finger trying to draw it in further. With that I put the second finger in and she goes over the top. Shivering and shaking as she hangs on to my shoulders. Grinding her pussy down on my fingers and thumb. 

Just as she goes into her orgasm I give the bike more throttle and it accelerates down the road faster causing her to scream out as she cums. Because as I go faster it pushes my thumb harder against her swollen clit. She tries to pull back from my hand and I just hang on and tell her to ride it out. there are more where that one came from and I want them. As she pulls back I curl my fingers even more holding her from within her pussy. My fingers rubbing her g-spot as she squirms to get away from them. Her body shudders uncontrollably as she starts into another orgasm. Those fingers knew right where to be to make her go again. As she jumps around this time it is a little harder to control the bike. I think I better find a place to pull over. 

Slowly I pull my fingers from her swollen lips and they come out with a slurping sound that is music to my ears. knowing she is that wet and there is more to come. She adjusts herself on the seat trying to sit up straight only to throw herself back into shudders as her clit rubs against her shorts. I see a lane that goes back into a grove of trees. And I turn on it and go back to them. In the middle of the trees I help her off the bike and put it on the center stand. 

Gently slipping her shorts off and pulling her top off also. I just stare at my lover and drink in all her beauty. Before I can say anything she drops to her knees and pulls my pants down around my ankles. She slowly takes my shaft in her hand and strokes it with her finger tip making it jump in her hand. With that she softly and slowly slips the head into her mouth. She can feel it harden in her mouth as she sucks more of it in. Swirling her tongue around the head it hardens. It is just long enough to tickle the back of her throat as she slowly lets it slide out of her mouth. teasing him with her lips and tongue. OH GOD darlin that feels so good having your mouth around my cock. 

And I push back toward her she opens up and lets it slip back into her mouth all the way in. I can feel my balls on her chin as she snakes her tongue out and licks my balls at the same time. SHITTTT that feels good God this woman can give a great blowjob. With that she starts to get serious and starts to suck on me as she pumps her head back and forth. She wraps her fingers around the base of my shaft as she continues to suck. 

Feeling my head in her throat I know I won't last long. I tell her she need to quit or she will get more then she has bargained for. With that she just sucks harder and deeper into her mouth. Feeling my head swell she knows I am close. So she wraps her finger around my balls squeezing then gently milking the cum out of them. OH GOD I am cumminggggggg baby. 

I scream to her as I feel the first shot come out of me and into her. It has taken me forever to get used to cumming in her mouth. She is the first in my life to like the taste of it. And it feels so good to be able to give her that pleasure as she gives me great pleasure too. She drinks from my cock all that I have to give and looks up at me and smiles. She is so beautiful looking up at me with that (did I do good? ) look. 

I pick her up and sit her on my bike seat. I slowly kiss her and run my hands down her back. Softly tracing little designs on her back as I start down to her neck with my kisses. I stop to kiss her throat and to nip at it with my teeth. As I slowly work down to her upturned breast. I lick and kiss all the way around them both never touching the nipples. She quivers as I lick the underside of them. Nipping at them and kissing where I nip. 

Holding one in my hand I slowly swirl my tongue around her nipple sweeping across it making it stand even taller then it was. I love her nipples they are long and thick just right for sucking and chewing on. I take her nipple in my mouth and draw it between my teeth and bite it. Flicking my tongue over it as I do so. I don't bite hard just enough that she can't pull away from me. As i lick one breast I take the other in my hand and squeeze the nipple between my finger and thumb causing it to spring to attention also. As I lick and suck on her breast I slip one hand down to feel her pussy. I find that she is still wet and is leaving a wet spot on my seat. I touch her pussy and she jumps knowing what is to follow. I start to kiss my way down her tummy. Kissing and licking in small circles till I have to kneel on the gound to get where i want to be. She lays back against the backrest and spreads her legs. My what a beautiful site that clean shaven mound and those swollen lips just begging to be licked. As i cross her mound with my tongue she grabs my head and pulls it into her. Telling me she wants to feel my tongue and mouth on her pussy. I am more than happy to give her what she desires. As I slip my tongue along her slit I can taste the wettness from earlier when she came for me. The sweet nector that she has to offer me as I lick and kiss my way to her hole. Spreading her lips with my tongue I lap at her hole drinking from the well of life. I lick her slipping my tongue in and wiggling the tip as far as it will reach. Causing her to moan and pull my head close to her. As she pushes her pussy firmly against my face I slide my tongue up to her clit and engulf it into my mouth. I need to tell you my lovers clit is about an inch long and about the size of a pencil. It wasn't that big when we got together but with my sucking on it like i do it has grown. That is why it is so sensitive. I pull it into my mouth and put it between my teeth and nip at it right at the base. Sucking it and licking it with the flat of my tongue at the same time. Causing her to spasm and shake as I do. then I lighten up and start to flick my tongue over it rapidly. I want her orgasm this time to be fast and furious as I slip a finger into her hole a I continue to lick. 

She has a hold of her nipples as I lick and stroke her pussy. I can see she is pulling on them which tells me she is getting close. So I close around her clit again and suck it between my teeth and bite. Not hard but hard enough to send her over the top. As her orgasm comes upon her I flip my tongue over her clit as a boxer would a speed bag. OH GOD CUMMMMMING she yells as her juices flow down my hand and onto the bike. She lets go of her nipples and pulls my head hard into her pussy. She is not letting go so easy this time. I feel her whole body tremble as she cums. 

She is making little noises sounds like a cat purring very loudly. And she still has my ears in here hands as she finally starts to come down off her explosion. I continue to lick softly as she subsides a little. I still won't let up though cause I want her to be totally drained when I am done. I pull back long enough to put her legs on my shoulders so I have better access to her pussy. And I go right back to licking her around the outside of her pussy. Tracing her lips with my tongue and fingers both. spreading her legs and putting her feet on my shoulders open her up just right. I lick around her hole as I hold her lips open with my fingers. 

Looking down I can see there are juices running down onto her ass. I gently start to lick them up as I lick across her taint moving toward her ass. As I lick up her juices I flip my tongue over her ass hole and she jumps and shivers. I have never done this before but it seems that she likes it. So I slowly run my tongue back and forth from one hole to the other making her quiver with pleasure. I rub her clit with one finger while I lick slowly sticking my tongue in her pussy looking for more juices to taste. I can feel her muscles pulling at my tongue even as I tongue fuck her. 

I can hear her start to purr again and feel her start to buck against my face and hand. I pull back long enough to tell her CUM FOR ME BABY CUM HARD. And I go right back to tonguing her pussy. And she does cum and hard she is thrashing about it is all I can do to keep her on the bike and it upright. She is screaming CUMMMMMMING over and over again. Her whole body is quivering if one didn't know better you would think she was have a seizure. Just as she starts to calm a little I move my thumb and suck her clit right back into my mouth. NO NO NO she says I need to rest a little. 

I look up at her and tell her just one more time baby. Just give me one more.. With that I go right back to her clit which is standing hard and swollen and so sensitive when I breathe across it she shudders from the feeling it gives her. I lick across it at the same time I put my top teeth over it and I squeeze it between them. Flipping my tongue over the tip of it making it bounce against my teeth. 

As I do this she jerks every time I flip my tongue. Her body spasming more then it ever has. Her mind is ablaze and she cannot focus on anything as she slowly slips into a state of overload and her mind shuts down and she spasms against me. I slowly release her legs and let her body relax. As she comes back to me I am there holding her rocking her in my arms softly stroking her nipple. I have her lay up on the gas tank with her head on the handlebars so that I can make love to her on the bike. As I straddle the seat I pick her legs up so that she is open to me. She reaches through and rubs my cock along her slit to get it wet. I look down and it is glistening with her juices and my precum. 

She moves it to where the head slips in to her and I slowly rock forward and sink into her tight pussy. I set back on the seat and pull her toward me as I do. The bike rocks back on the stand driving her deeper onto my cock. As we start to rock back and forth the bike does also. It is rocking on its center stand making us go deeper with each thrust. I can feel her pulling and tugging on my cock with her muscles. 

My lover's body is on autopilot I can tell she is just purring and shaking. She has a lost look in her eyes as we continue to make love. I rock forward so that the bike stops moving and start to drive hard into her. Holding her legs out and up so that everything I have is sinking into her. As I drive in I can feel her cervix start to open as I rub against it. That brings more spasms and moans from my lover as I feel my head slip in there. I thought her pussy was tight this is unbelievable. 

It feels like a warm vice has a hold of my cock. I no longer thrust hard I just rock faster. I want to feel myself cum inside her cervix and that won't take long as tight as it is. She is cumming again it is like one long orgasm her body is shuddering and quivering on it own. Her eyes have rolled back and she seems gone from the waves of pleasure. Then it hits me I start to cum... 

OH GOD YES I am cumming so hard feels like the head is exploding inside her. She screams as I shoot inside her. She says it is like fire in her. And with that she is done her mind is overloaded again and she is out. As my orgasm subsides I slide out of her and hold her to make sure she doesn't fall off the bike. She comes back around with a jerk and says DAMN DAMN DAMN that's all she can say... As we slowly get dressed we realize it is never going to be the same on a country ride again...