Carolyn shuddered as she felt the power of the motorcycle between her legs. The shivering vibrations worked their way up her legs, jiggled her firm thighs, made her ass hum with the stark, raw, barely harnessed energy of the machine, then shot up her spine. She sighed as she felt the magic of the machine causing her cunt to drool obscenely. The woman couldn’t explain this odd effect riding a motorcycle.
It just happened.
And she loved every second of it. The bouncing along old country roads, feeling her unfettered tits bouncing and swaying in response to the roughness, rejoicing in the wind whipping her hair back from her head in a long, sandy river.
Most of all, she loved having her arms around Eddie. Her fingers worked against his denim jacket and pulled it apart. She heard him laugh and encourage her to continue down his trim, muscular body. The woman hardly heeded any such prodding She would have sought out the man’s prick without him telling her to do so. Her nimble fingers stroked against, the heavy mound at his crotch. She pressed in and felt the vibrations of the racing motorcycle even in his prick.
Excited now beyond words, she unzipped his fly. He had to stand a little, his feet braced against the pegs, for her to get the zipper all the way down the track. But it was worth it. His cock snapped into her awaiting hand, hot and powerful. It seemed to go perfectly with the racing machine humming between their legs.
She tensed her legs and squeezed down a little tighter on the machine to get the full impact of the vibrations and the bouncing which shoved the hard seat passionately into her snatch. She began to stroke up and down his long, hard prick. The man’s body tensed a little, then leaned back into hers. She pressed forward, her tits rubbing against the denim jacket in a way that she loved.
She teased and toyed with his cock until she felt it begin to buck and throb with a vitality that other men’s pricks seemed to lack. She pressed her fingers into the glans and gripped just behind the acorn-like tip. The wondrous feeling of his prick made her come alive.
She wanted to fuck.
Shouting against the wind, she put her lips next to his ear. "Let’s find a nice place and stop."
"Stop?" he called back over his shoulder, "Now why would you want to stop? Huh?"
She laughed and licked along the rim of his ear. This was better than words. This showed him exactly why she wanted to stop. To make sure he got the full carnal message, she gripped down a little harder on his prick, too. The man grunted and began to look around for a nice, soft place to fuck.
Carolyn was almost tossed off the cycle due to his sudden stop, He braked and shoved his booted foot down hard onto the dirt. Careening around, they came to a stop underneath a tree, the soft moss covering on the slightly exposed roots appearing to be a comfortable bed.
"How’s this look, doll?"
"Any place with you looks like heaven," she told him. Her hand never left his cock. She continued to slowly work her fingers up and down his entire length of cock until he was jerking and bucking with barely controlled passion. His hand pressed over hers and took it away from his prick.
"In a while. I don’t want to waste a single precious drop of my come. I want to feel it squirting hard and hot into your cute little pussy."
The words caused the woman to breathe a little faster. She never quite understood what it was about hearing those "forbidden" words, but they got her hot to fuck in short order. She licked her lips and tasted dust from the road.
The second time that pink tip parted her lips and made the circuit, it was more sensuous, more demanding.
She wasn’t disappointed. His lips crushed against hers with all the passion he had locked up inside. Their bodies rubbed hard against one another and her tits sprang into hard little points. She could feel the excited blood hammering into her ample boobs until she thought they would explode. The marble-like nipples pressed into the cloth of her thin blouse and stood out like small mushrooms.
Their bodies moved together until the woman had to break off the deep kiss and gasp, "Oh, Eddie, you’re such a lover! I want to feel this in me, in me!" She grasped his cock and pulled it toward her crotch. His arms circled her waist and then she felt herself spinning around, her feet off the ground. He finally deposited her on the soft ground under the tree.
"Okay, you want me to fuck your sweet little cunt. So that’s what I’m going to do!"
The words excited her even more. She started to say something to him and found his lips mashing hers again in a passionate, juicy kiss. She parted her lips just enough to allow his tongue to come rushing into the dank, wet cavern of her mouth. His tongue dueled erotically with hers. The rough, pink flap of skin stroked and caressed hers until she felt her inner tensions reaching the breaking point.
She squeezed down even harder on the cock in her hand. It felt as if it had turned into a white hot poker of steel. She stroked up and down it with renewed desire. She had to have that swollen, monstrous prick inside her, fucking her cunt, making her into a complete woman.
The woman didn’t protest at all when she felt the man’s fingers working at the snap of her jeans. She lifted her hips up to help him get the useless garment off her ass. The feel of his hands gliding over the smooth curves of her buttocks made her gasp and moan in sheer pleasure.
"Oh, Eddie, your hands! They’re so nice on my butt," she told him. "Keep fondling my ass!"
"Your ass isn’t what I want to fuck. This is where it’s going to be at in a very short time!" His fingers pressed passionately down onto her pussy mound. She gasped when he began returning her squeezes. His hand cupped her snatch and gripped it with a ferocity that would have frightened her only a few weeks before.
Eddie wasn’t the sort of man she had ever thought she would fall for. He drove a motorcycle because he enjoyed the feel of something powerful between his legs. He had turned her on to that, too. And he wasn’t very cultured or refined. He took what he wanted-and he’d wanted Carolyn.
At first, she had protested, then she had decided the attention was more than a little flattering. She liked the man, then found she truly loved his wane, rough ways. He could make her feel more like a woman than any other man she’d ever met. There was something animal-like in the way he fucked. It brought every nerve in her body to its fullest response. She came like she never had before when Eddie fucked her.
She loved it. She loved him.
"Don’t talk about it, then," she said. "Go on and stick it in! I want to feel you fucking me, you great big fucker!"
He rolled over onto her body, his weight crushing her into the soft moss under her shoulders. She spread her legs wide for him, wantonly inviting his plum-tipped cock to drive in between her pinkly pouting cunt lips. But he didn’t immediately drive his huge spike of cock into her pussy. He teased her sex lips for a few minutes to drive her passions to the breaking point
"Ummm, oh sweet Jesus, I can’t stand it!" she moaned. She closed her eyes and tossed her head from side to side. A sandy cascade of hair flew wildly as she abandoned all pretense of trying to keep it neat and orderly.
The waves of desire hammering into her body thrilled her unlike any other sensations she’d ever felt. His prick was so tantalizingly close, yet he kept it from her seething depths. He ran his prick head up and down the length of her flowing gash. The feel of his meaty cock pressing into her delicate cunt lips made her pussy slobber even more.
The flood of her juices lubricated his cock, but he still didn’t hurry to stuff it into her cunt and fuck her. He played with her just as if she’d been a fish on a line. He dragged the thick head of his cock until it pressed between her cunt lips. Resting in the erotic channel gave them both an electric charge that volted through theft bodies.
"Shit," he muttered, "the heat from that cunt of yours is enough to melt me! You’re gonna make me come if you don’t relax!"
She hardly heard him. The roaring in her ears might have been the ocean surf, but it was tile drumming of her own pulse. She couldn’t keep her excitement from rising even farther. Everything he did to her made her respond, made her want his cock even more. The woman fluttered her cunt lips against his cock. It was a trick she’d learned a long time ago and it never failed to get the man hot and ready.
"That feels damned good on my pecker," he said. "But the heat from that blast furnace cunt of yours is going to do me in.
"Fuck me," she groaned. "I want to feel that battering ram of cock inside my cunt, fucking me, fucking, fucking, fucking meeeeee!"
He lifted his body upward. This caused his prick to slip from the hot channel of her pussy lips. For a moment, his cock bobbled in between their bodies gleaming in the sun. Her cunt juice had soaked into his prick and the reflected light made it appear to be cast out of the purest silver.
She screamed and came as his prick raced all the way up into her cunt.
For a moment, the man could hardly control his own rampaging desires. Her cunt walls collapsed onto his prick. He gasped and rode with her as the storm winds of her orgasm blasted through her tender body. Then, as her desires abated a little, he pulled back from the tight berth of her steamy pussy.
"Don’t leave me empty inside, Eddie," she begged. "I can’t stand it when you pull out and leave me hollow."
"You want more of this!" He punctuated the last word with a firm thrust of his hips. He drove his long, hard prick between her cunt lips again.
The pinkly scalloped inner cunt lips folded into her pussy under the power of his stroke. She gasped and weakly collapsed back to the ground, her ass churning and bucking from desire.
"Yes," she hissed. "That’s exactly what I want. And I’m a greedy bitch. I want all of your cock fucking the shit out of me. Fuck me hard! Fuck me as hard as you caaaaan!"
His hips levered back and forth with piston-like precision. He didn’t miss a single trick as his cock shot all the way up into her devouring cunt. He corkscrewed his way in to ensure that every square inch of her pussy walls would feel the exciting passage of his prick. He fucked with power, then he fucked slowly, easily, every move designed to string her out sexually and make her beg for more.
She begged. She sobbed. She could hardly stand it as the man’s prick left her pussy. The woman’s hips lifted off the ground and she slammed her crotch down Mound the spike of his prick. There was nothing she wanted in the world more than to be fucked-hard-by this lovely trick.
"You love it, don’t you? You can’t get enough of my prick. Okay, doll, I’m gonna really give it to you good!”
His hands slipped under her asscheeks. He lifted her hips off the ground. This opened her pussy up wide to his fucking strokes. He watched as his cock vanished between the pink pussy lips to be swallowed up by her sexually voracious cunt.
She locked her legs around the man’s waist. This enabled her to pull him even deeper into her cunt with his every stroke. They grunted and struggled together passionately for several minutes, then she felt the wondrous tide of her own rising passions.
"I… aaaaaiaeeeeeeee!" she screamed, her entire body shaking in reaction to her come. She thrashed around, her feet kicking wildly in the air. She felt his cock drilling deep in her pussy, the friction of his cockhead against her cunt walls turning her into a sex demon.
She couldn’t get enough. She had to have more of his wonderful cock, the fantastic fucking. The way he filled her to overflowing with his meaty, virile cock made her sob.
His hands gripped the twin globes of her asscheeks and began to knead them. She didn’t know then what turned her on the most. The sight of his sweaty, straining face made her aware of how aroused he really was. And the feel of his wrist-thick cock in her tight little cunt, fucking avidly, told her how much he loved her.
But the combination of the other things almost drove her insane with lust. The feel of his index finger seeking out her anus made her shiver with a new climax. Her fingers on her nipples, teasing and rolling the hard little marbles around, sent lightning bolts of desire into her chest. Her breathing was tortured and harsh. It felt as if she had sandpaper in her throat and napalm in her lungs.
“Fuck faster, damn you," she ordered. "I’m on fire inside. Stoke it good. Make my pussy burn with your fucking!"
She closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the fucking. The feel of his cock reaming her out made her come again. The friction inside her cunt threatened to burn away all her love juices, but she didn’t care if he fucked her raw. She always walked a little bowlegged after one of these afternoon fuck sessions with her man. He was a stud.
The fingers pressing into her nipples. The feel of his hands pulling her buttocks. A finger driving all the way up her asshole. The thick cock filling her cunt to the breaking point. All that made her come, her screams echoing down, the deserted canyon.
"Unngggghhhh!”
"You really got off, huh?" he said, the sweat running into his eyes. "You ain’t seen nothing yet."
And she had to admit he was right. The tempo of the fucking picked up. He fucked her pussy even faster. She’d thought she had been on fire before. Now she knew that this was only the forerunner of something even better, something even more thrilling.
His hips exploded in a wild frenzy of motion; He rammed deep into her, then ground his bush into hers. She felt his bristly -pubic hair stroke across the tip of her aroused clit. The man might as well have driven a burning spike into her body. The tiny organ was so sensitive that she came again from even this minor stimulation.
And then he was out, of her cunt. The retreat from the hot berth of her pussy made them both gasp. But she couldn’t recover. He was fucking into her again. Their bodies wetly smashed together. She felt his balls slapping against her ass.
His finger up her asshole. Her own fingers over her boobs. The throbbing, virile, cock fucking her twat. She came again. And again and still another time. She felt like a machine gun going off. She thrashed and writhed around while his prick was firmly stuffed into her cunt.
She wanted this to go on forever. Her sex-dazed mind realized it wasn’t possible. She felt the man’s prick growing in her tight cunt. He was at the breaking point himself. She tensed her pussy walls and clamped down as hard on the man’s cock as she could.
The sudden flood of his hot jism spattering into her sensitive pussy set her off again. Locked together at the crotch, the pair passionately wrestled and rolled over and over in the soft moss. Then, all too soon, his balls drained of jism.
She looked up into his eyes, her own glowing brightly with the brilliance of a well-fucked woman. "That was great, Eddie. But then, with you, it always is."
"Right on, Carolyn, right on. And," he hesitated, suddenly seemingly bashful, "there’s something I want to ask you."
"So ask, already."
"Marry me. I want to get married."
She thought about it for a few seconds, remembering the feel of his hard-driving prick, the way he fucked her, the way he made her feel like a woman every time they screwed, then she nodded. "Sure, Eddie. Whatever you say.
They spent the rest of the afternoon beside the road, in the deserted canyon; fucking their brains out.