0 comments/ 39775 views/ 22 favorites The Wild Ride By: YvonneMars The first time she saw it, she knew it had to be hers. Long, muscular, gleaming from every angle of its body, it exuded a sensuality and power that sent shivers down her spine. It commanded her attention from the middle of the showroom floor at the motorcycle show, and she was drawn to it like a magnet. She ran her fingers across the glistening chrome and onto the buttery, firm leather of the seats, flattened her palm and stretched her fingers across the rounded flanks and felt the hairs on her forearms rise in response to the promise within the sleeping beast. It was a birthday present to herself. She could barely afford it but it was hers before she signed her name. It would be delivered to her house that weekend. She could barely restrain herself. When the promised day arrived, she paced impatiently by the door waiting for the delivery truck to appear. Finally, just before noon, the truck rumbled onto her street and creaked to a stop in front of her house. She bounded outside and waited impatiently as the deliverymen slowly unloaded her massive chrome vehicle from the belly of the truck. Finally, she signed her name one last time, the truck rumbled away, and they were alone. She threw on her helmet, swung her leg across the wide leather seat and sighed as the firm leather yielded to her backside. With a roar, she started it up, luxuriating in the vibrations of the powerful engine that filled her body, and with a spit of gravel, she sped away down the street. There was a winding road near her house that traveled miles through a forested area, dark and mysterious and mostly untraveled. She liked to use this road for walking or jogging, but today it was the perfect place to try out her new toy. She turned off the main road onto the unmarked pavement and soon was swallowed by the dense green walls of the forest. She opened the throttle in the freedom of the open road and leaned into the supple leather, allowing the turns and throbs of the motorcycle to become one with her body. The wind caressed her face as she sped through the dim green light, no sound but the guttural rumble of her bike echoing among the trees. As she relaxed into the body of the bike, she noticed with a shiver of pleasure that the wide leather seat had shaped itself around her body, softening to her curves, holding her thighs and butt in a way that transmitted the vibrations to the sensitive areas between her legs. She leaned into it and felt a heavy shudder begin at her core, which rippled down her legs and tingled to her toes. Suddenly she was surprised by the sensation of entry, a gentle probing near her clitoris and then expansion, like a balloon, inside her. She groaned as she was slowly filled by the mysterious presence, and gripped the throbbing machine with her thighs, concentrating on weaving through the gentle curves of the road as she felt the invisible force press against her vaginal walls, growing and extending itself until it reached her limit and pressed gently against her cervix. Another shudder rippled through her body and she pressed herself against the seat, wanting to find the source of the pressure, wanting to move against it, but finding only the firm leather molded to her body. She moaned and her heart raced in time with the zipping of the trees past her bike. Panting, she arched her back and pressed again, straining for movement that would release the building agony of pleasure that gathered like a thunderstorm within her core. Slowly she felt a response and the sensation of sliding sent a jet of lightning through her spine. She cried out as the presence withdrew with perfect control, and then refilled her to the brim, gently stretching her inner walls and caressing every sensitive nerve with amazing accuracy. Her body responded with a flood of moisture that seemed to urge the presence on, and it began to rise and fall within her with agonizing slowness that caused her reach and strain for more urgency. Her hands gripped the throttle as it slowly fucked her and the motorcycle throbbed between her legs in response, gaining speed along the lonely road, and in response the presence within her began to move faster, swelling within her, massaging every spasming nerve ending and bathing in her juices. Her body exploded into a racking orgasm once, twice, but the presence was urging her still forward. She squeezed her inner walls on the force inside her as the pressure built again and the speed continued to rise, moaning and whimpering at the overwhelming pleasure building again and again. She lost count as the delirium of build and release blended with the blur of greenery and asphalt. With each shuddering release she felt the persistent presence grow stronger and push her higher and higher, until she felt it begin to throb inside her like a heartbeat, more staccato, with an urgency that threw her final crescendo into overdrive, a plateau of agony waiting for release. Suddenly the presence jerked and shuddered and she felt it swell against her cervix, then gently explode with a wash of hot sensation that flooded her insides with tingling and released her orgasm to a frenzy of spasms that rocked her body endlessly, bucking against the seat and releasing her thigh's iron grip. The bike slowed quickly as she felt the massive release begin to darken her senses and she had just enough time to stop and collapse her sweaty, shivering body into the ferns on the side of the road before she passed out. She didn't know how long she lay there but when she came to, she expected to be sore. Gingerly she stood up but was surprised that there was no ache between her legs, just the pleasant tingle she associated with pleasuring herself. She ran her hand over the now-smooth leather of the motorcycle's seat and could find no trace of the mysterious force that had caused it to fuck her so thoroughly. The jeans between her legs was drenched - she touched the wet fabric and brought her fingers to her nose but she smelled only her own familiar smell, no trace of whatever had exploded within her. With a sigh, she resigned herself to the mystery and climbed back on the bike to return home. As she turned the corner though, she felt a rising nudge, both familiar and deliciously mysterious, and her body began to respond as the invisible, irresistible force took possession of her once again, snaking gently into her anus and her vagina, slowly expanding, and she hugged the bike's glistening body to her and settled in for another wild ride on the bike that chose her for its own. The Wild Ride Eliza stepped out of the cool, air conditioned terminal and into the sticky, humid early evening. The moisture in the air nearly took her breath away. She could feel the perspiration building on her brow, not sure whether it was from the temperature or the thought of things to come. Eliza had never been to New Orleans but had always wanted to visit, take in the extraordinary architecture, enjoy the amazing cuisine, drink herself to oblivion. Luther had told her about a trip he had taken to the city and the wild time he had had. He had described the entire city as "absolutely debaucherous". There seemed no better place for this weekend than a land of "absolute debauchery". Pulling her phone from her bag, Eliza checked the time. She was surprised to see that it was earlier than she had anticipated. They must have made great time on the flight down. Luther was not supposed to be there to pick her up for another 20 minutes. She shot him a quick message- Flight arrived early, see you soon. she fired off a second text to her husband- Plane landed, heading to the hotel to catch a nap. Love you, and decided to sit and read while she waited. Trying as she might, Eliza was not able to get her mind into the book. With every word she read her mind began to wander. Anticipation of this weekend had been dreadful and now here she was. Waiting for him. Waiting for the weekend that she had once told him would never happen. She could remember the exact conversation. Luther: When we have our first go 'round it will be like the irresistible force and the immovable object. Eliza: Don't you think you are getting a little ahead of yourself? I don't do that. Luther: But the fantasy of thinking it through is delicious. And it was delicious. So delicious that conversation had planted a seed in Eliza's mind that had grown beyond her control. So much preparation had gone into this weekend. Between the travel, the lying, the primping Eliza was exhausted. She was not sure exactly that the weekend would have in store for her. A vague idea, yes, but so many possibilited hung in the thick air that it was hard to get her mind around them all. She was positive of one thing, exhausted as she was, there would be time for sleep later. As soon as Luther arrived, she had plans for him. Eliza managed to sink into her book. Though she hated to admit it, she was a huge fan of trashy novels. Living vicariously through the characters in the books was an escape that she so enjoyed. She giggled to herself that this weekend was hopefully going to end up like one of those novels. Eliza was losing herself in the book when she felt an odd presence, like she was being watched. Looking up slowly from her book she grinned. Pulling up to the curb was Shelby, a Kona Blue Mustang GT500. She recognized the fine piece of machinery from the pictures Luther had sent her. She was as beautiful as Eliza had expected. Eliza stared at the passenger window, unable to see through the dark tint, but knowing that Luther's eyes were on her. A shiver went down her spine. The window slowly rolled down. Luther sat leaned back in the driver's seat, flashed a grin and revved the engine. "Excuse me ma'am, but are you looking for a ride?" His lips curled into a devilish smile as the word "ride" rolled from his tongue. Eliza stood slowly, gathering her bag and putting on her best sultry smile. She strode slowly toward the car, swishing her hips from side to side. The engine revved again. She reached the passenger window and leaned down, making sure that she gave Luther a mouth watering view of her cleavage. "I am looking for a ride" she purred, pressing her large breasts together "but only if it is fast and hard." Luther leaned back further in his seat, slightly adjusting his jeans. Eliza smirked at the obvious gesture and the obvious bulge in his pants. Opening the door she tossed her bag in the back seat and sank into the plush leather seat. "I told you I would make you scream in that seat, right?" asked Luther. Eliza laughed nervously. "Yes you did." she managed in barely a whisper. Luther shifted the car and slammed on the gas, tossing Eliza back in her seat and eliciting a slight squeal from her. "I would hardly consider that a scream." Luther teased. Eliza smiled nervously, her heart pounding in her chest. As they left the airport and headed towards the open road Luther shifted gears, the power of the car coursing though Eliza's body. "Are you sure you are ready for this?" Luther asked over the roar of the engine. Eliza could not help but wonder if he meant the drive or everything else. "I am beyond ready." she laughed. Once on the open road Luther opened Shelby up. Eliza was astounded at the power and speed. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. Watching Luther handle the beautiful car was making Eliza feel warm all over. Danger had always been a turn on and the way that Luther was driving was as dangerous as it was sexy. Eliza looked at Luther's face. His eyes were glued to the road and he had a silly grin on his lips. "I like the way you handle her." Eliza said, leaning in closer to the driver's seat. Giggling, Eliza teased "You know your way around a stick." Luther smirked. "I have a feeling you do to." Eliza placed her hand on Luther's thigh, squeezing firmly, her hand slightly grazing Luther's cock and feeling its hardness. Luther let up on the gas, done showing off what Shelby could do. He looked over at Eliza quickly and mouthed "Tease" then took her hand and placed it directly on his hard cock. Eliza ran her hand slowly up and down the large bulge in Luther's pants. "You want me to show you how well I handle a stick?" she whispered in Luther's ear, running her tongue slowly down his neck. "Mmmhmm" Luther moaned. Taking her hand from Luther's crotch Eliza unbuckled her seat belt, kicked off her shoes and climbed up into the passenger seat on her knees. The leather was so soft under her bare knees. Eliza ran her hand over Luther's bulge and breathed into his ear "I am going to show you just how well I handle a stick." She unbuttoned Luther's pants and slowly unzipped his fly, reaching into his boxers and freeing his hard cock. "Such a big stick too." Eliza moaned. She slid her hand down the shaft, very pleased at the thickness. In one swift movement she brought her mouth to the tip of his cock and let the thick purple head slide between her soft lips. Luther leaned further back in the seat, the touch of Eliza's lips sending a shockwave through his body. He moaned softly. The sound of his moaning spurred Eliza on. Swirling her tongue around the head of his cock before sliding her wet mouth down the length of Luther's rock hard shaft. Eliza slid her mouth from his cock, stroking it and licking her lips at the sight of a drop of precum coming to the tip. She ran her tongue over the head, tasting the sweet saltiness of him. Luther shifted his hips, forcing his cock back between her lips. Eliza chocked slightly, taken off guard by the sudden feeling of the thick cock at the back of her throat. "Almost there" moaned Luther. Eliza sucked and slurped his cock harder and faster. Gripping the base tightly with her hand she slid the head of his cock swiftly in and our of her mouth. Grinding his hips against her Luther pushed his cock deeper into her mouth. Baring her teeth she gently raked then up and down his shaft. Luther panted "That's a good girl." His hips picked up rhythm and Eliza felt his body tense. She slid him as deep as she could and gripped the base of his shaft hard. Luther moaned loudly and his body shuddered as the first thick rope of cum shot down Eliza's throat. "Yeah...Yeah...Fuck yea" Luther groaned through gritted teeth. A second rope of cum exploded onto Eliza's tongue. The taste was divine. Eliza slowed her mouth, sucking gently, softly, milking Luther for every bit he had to give her. Luther cleared his throat. Eliza looked up at him, his spent cock slipping from her pink lips. The car was still. They had stopped moving. "We are here." Luther chuckled with an evil grin. Sitting back in the seat Eliza looked up to see the valet waiting at the door of the car and shrieked. "I told you I would make you scream in that seat." whispered Luther, a smug look on his face. The Wild River Ride She longed to jump in her monstered-up Jeep and head to the river. She couldn't remember the last time she made the trip through the mud and muck. Tonight is the night she is heading back to one of her favorite spots. She and the Jeep weren't going alone. She smiled. At that moment, her pocket vibrated. She reached into her pocket and took out her cell phone. "1 New Message," showed on the screen. A couple of button presses later and she blushed. A message from He, "u gonna tell me where we're going?" A quick reply was all she sent, "I hope you're ready to get down and dirty 2nite." "Just a couple more hours," She mouthed afterward. ••• Butterflies flitted in her stomach. She was almost to his house. She pulled her red Jeep in front of his house and killed the engine. After honking her horn, he came out of his house wearing a tight white tank top and tight-fitting blue jeans. "I promise I won't proposition you with a cheesy joke about a horn blowing and its driver," he said jokingly. She smiled and her heart flip-flopped. How did he know part of my plan she thought to herself. "Here," she motioned to him to get in the Jeep as she opened the passenger door. "Hop in and get ready for the ride of your life." With a big grin on her face, to cover up her nervousness, she waited for him to get his seatbelt buckled. "Give me your hands," she commanded. He just looked at her. "Don't you trust me?" "Of course I do baby," he said apprehensively. "I'm just a bit nervous since you ain't told me nuthin'." "That makes two of us nervous," she said. "Now give me your hands." He complied. She explained "I'm gonna tie your hands together with this bandana so you won't be able to take off your blindfold." "Blindfold!" he screamed. "I ain't doin' nuthin' with no damn blindfold." She took a long breath. "I'm just doing it so you can't see where we're going," she said patiently. "You can take the blindfold off and I'll until your hands when we get there. You wanna go for a ride dontcha?" He just stared into her eyes for a moment. She held her breath. She'd never been this bold and daring before and was afraid of what would happen if he changed his mind. He reluctantly held out his arms and said, "I'm gonna remember this." She let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. Grabbing the red bandana next to the stick, she quickly tied his hands together. Afterward, she grabbed the black blindfold and covered his eyes. "You ready," she asked. He nodded. With that, She started the Jeep, stuck the shifter in reverse and took her foot off the clutch. He didn't know her little piece of paradise was just a few miles from his house. When she got back on the road, he turned his face toward She and asked, "You sure you won't give me any hints?" "Well, maybe just one," she said. As soon as she shifted again, she reached over and grabbed his dick through his tight jeans. He immediately got hard. She leaned over to his ear and whispered huskily, "There's your hint." With that she grabbed the wheel with both hands and prepared to put the Jeep in 4-wheel drive. "It may get a little bumpy, but we're almost there," she said. She turned onto the overgrown path. A few bumps, twists and turns and they'd arrived. "Just a sec and I'll get you untied," She said. Before she did that, she leaned over and lightly kissed him. As she deepened the kiss, she reached down to untie his hands. When the knots were losse, she ended the kiss and slipped off his blindfold. "No fucking way," he exclaimed. "Yes way," she replied. She threw the jeep into first and edged slowly to the riverbank. She gunned it, spinning the back tires and flinging mud everywhere. They went a short distance down the river and she turned the Jeep again. Finding her favorite secluded area wasn't as hard as she figured. After parking the jeep, she reached around back and pulled out her basket. "Good thing it's waterproof," she thought to herself. They walked in silence for a few minutes before She stopped. "This is as good a place as any for dinner," she said. "Dontcha think?" All he could do was nod. He was enjoying the view of her ass swaying as she walked through the woods. His dick was still hard from the kiss. She put a blanket down on the ground and made quick work setting out the KFC dinner special. It didn't take long for them to devour the picnic. She decided to tease him a bit. She slowly licked one finger, sliding it in and out of her mouth, looking at him the whole time. She saw him take and intake a breath and moved onto the next finger. Again his breathing changed. Rather than go onto another of her fingers, she grabbed his hand, and brought one finger to her mouth. She slid just the tip in her mouth and back out again. Back in and a little deeper. He moaned and moved closer. She cleaned his finger before crawling closer to him. She sat his hand down and bent down to kiss his waiting lips. This time her tongue thrust in and out of his mouth while her hand slid to his jeans to unbutton them. His boxers were peaking through the fresh opening in the jeans. She quickly slid her hand down as her tongue once again darted in and out of his mouth. She grabbed his hard dick and ran her fingers up and down. He thrust into her hand. She slid her hand out of his pants and sat up. "Take your pants off," she commanded. He raised his ass and slid his pants and boxers down. She lay back down and started kissing him. She trailed kisses from his mouth to his ear. She nibbled on his lobe and he moaned. She lightly ran her teeth across it and he cried out and pleasure. She trailed small kisses on his neck. He leaned in closer. When she reached his nipples, she bit him just hard enough for him to cry out. He liked it. She tongued her way to his other nipple. He was expecting another bite but she surprised him by taking the nipple gingerly into her mouth and lightly sucking. His dick got even harder. When her tongue trailed further, he about cum all over her. "Slow down, there bucko," she laughed. Her tongue trailed further still. He almost stopped breathing when she grabbed his dick. She looked into his eyes before lowering her mouth onto him. He moaned and thrust toward her mouth. She moved her lips slowly up and down him. Up and down her lips moved. She could tell he was about to cum by his wild thrashing. "Not yet," she whispered. He was ready to get his hands on her. He stripped his shirt off took off his boots. He slid his pants and boxers and threw them in the pile. Next he reached for her mouth and kissed her hard and fast. While he kissed he raised her shirt over her head. In one fluid motion, it was with the rest of the pile. He kissed his way to her ear, nibbled and undid her bra. Next he slid her shorts down. She wore no panties. A little juice squirted from him knowing she'd been pantiless this whole time. "Lay down," he commanded. She did. He kneeled beside her and kissed her. He turned sideways and kissed her upside down. He trailed kisses to her breasts. He snuggled his face between her breasts and licked both of them back and forth. She liked the way his tongue felt on her. He tongue fucked her lower and lower. She spread her legs, welcoming him. He threw one leg over her face and lowered his face to her waiting wet pussy. As he did, she reached up and grabbed his dick, taking it all the way into her mouth. He almost collapsed on top of her. He composed himself and thrust his tongue deep inside. She moaned against his dick and ran her teeth ever so lightly up and down him. The both rocked against each other. In and out his tongue slid in her pussy and she moved her lips up and down his dick. She could taste his salty goodness and it made her moan louder. "Oh god you taste so good," she whispered. He stuck his tongue in and out more. She pumped her hips harder against his face while she moved her mouth faster and faster. He can feel her cumming into his mouth. He holds back. When she is done bucking against his face, he motions her to roll over. She gets on all fours and puts her head down. Her pussy is still wet and sticking up in the air just right for him. He grabs her hips and puts his penis in her hard. She cries out in pleasure. He sticks it in harder and faster. She moans louder and louder, moving her hips in time with his thrusts. He can feel her about to cum again and slows his thrusts. In slowly, out slower. She moans and bucks harder against him. "Bastard," she tells him. "Fuck me harder." With that he shoves it all the way in and goes harder and faster. She bucks faster and faster against him. Both of them move in time with the other. "OH. MY. GOD!," she screams as she cums right as he does. Both collapse onto the ground. "So when do I get my ride?," he asks, grinning. She just smiles back.