The Motorcycle Ride

Rick takes me out on the Harley with him now and then. I take the pictures. He pulled up at my place, and I geared up and got on the bike behind him. Left foot on peg, left hand on his shoulder, step up, turn, sit down. Settle on the seat, squeezed thighs on his sides to signal I was ready, and we were off.

We rode into the city, and something got into me, and I wanted to see what he'd let me do. I pressed my thighs against his waist as we rode. When he stopped at stoplights, I'd lean into his back, pressing my tits against him, holding around his torso when he'd take off when the light turned green. He didn't seem to react at all, so I ran my gloved hands down his thighs while we were riding, and at one point he reached his left hand back and squeezed behind my knee. We rode through the city, past the picturesque places, and I took pictures from the back of the bike.

I ran my hands down his back when I wasn't taking pictures. I knew Rick liked being touched, so I wanted to see what he'd do. I kinda clung to his back, and I felt him straighten up, like he was sitting taller, trying to get more of me against him. I scooted my butt closer to him, pressed against him from my tits to my open thighs around his butt while we rode. I ground a bit against him, which pressed the seam of my pants against my clit. All of this touching him, pressing against him was turning me on. I was damp from rubbing his body and grinding against him.

He took a turn I didn't recognize, down a road I didn't know, a nicely treed road, with a stream running on one side. We rode for a bit, and I took pictures, keeping my body against him, and finally wrapping my legs around his waist, as much as I could in that position. He pulled the bike over into a spot that looked like it had once been a small parking area, but whatever building was gone now. He parked the bike, took his helmet off, and hung it from the handlebar. Stepping off the bike, he turned around and sat back on the bike, facing me.

One hand suddenly gripped my hip, the other was working its way into my pants, roughly shoving down his fingers down over my mound. I was caught entirely off guard, but once my brain caught up with what was happening, I wasn't complaining. He grunted in frustration as the fabric wouldn't allow him to reach easily and he took both hands to the waist of my leggings and ripped down the seam. My mound and pubic hair were exposed to him, and he shoved his index and middle fingers into me. No waiting, no testing to see if I was wet, just shoved them in. My hips raised for him and I gasped at the sudden intrusion.

I leaned forward a bit, trying to see what he was doing to me, and his free hand pushed me back. "Oh no, you're taking it. Rubbing all over me as I rode, feeling this cunt against my ass...you're taking this." It sounded like I was being punished. I was busy not protesting. He probed my pussy like he'd been fingering me for years, thumb rocking back and forth over my clit as his fingers pumped in and out of my wet hole.

I'd started moaning as he played with me, using the tips of his fingers to draw shapes, or maybe it was writing letters in the walls of my pussy. For all I knew he was writing curses into my flesh and I didn't care one bit, it felt amazing. He shifted his finger to the middle and ring fingers inside me, and began rubbing circle on what felt like the back side of my pelvic bone, making me arch off the motorcycle, back bowed in pleasure. When I thought I was going going orgasm over his fingers, he slowed down, drew them out of me, and the bastard teased my pussy lips until I was whimpering like a bitch in heat. "Oh you think that's it? I'm not done yet." All I could do was try to get his fingers back inside me and the fucker kept moving his fingers away.

"Please Rick." I moaned. He just chuckled and palmed my pussy, and I could feel the juices leaking out from my lips. The three fingers were suddenly inside me, as a car went by us. I felt him curl his fingers and use his knuckles to push against the walls of my cunt, groans of need coming out of me.

"What do you want?" He asked, just as mild as if he was asking me if I wanted fries with that. I rocked my hips, lewd, pulsed my walls around his curled fingers and he chuckled again, lower in tone and it sounded so sexy. "Not yet." He almost growled back at me. I was close, again, at that tantalizing edge that nearly anything could push me off the edge into orgasm. And he denied me.

The curled fingers turned inside me and a fourth joined them, and it felt like every sensation was ratcheted up to another level. It was shocking and almost overwhelming. His thumb rubbed against my bare clit like that gif of someone shoving a thumb into a peach. I almost fell off the bike for my body trying to back away from him long enough to become acclimated to what he was doing, but he wasn't going to let me get away. My moans got louder, and I started pleading with him to let me cum. I begged. Unashamedly begged, promised in broken sentences all manner of things if he'd just let me orgasm.

I was laid out on the rear of that bike like I was going to prop my heels on the handlebars, begging him for all it was worth when his hands went under my hips, and the flat of his tongue swiped up my soaked slit and over my clit. His hands left my hips and one gripped my throat, bringing my face to his, and he said, "You'll only cum on my cock." I just nodded. He stared into my eyes as his free hand undid his pants and freed his cock.

Our eyes were still locked together when he pulled my hips onto his rigid dick, in one stroke, to the root of him. I jerked involuntarily, writhing like a worm on a hook. He put his thumb on my clit and pumped his hips in and out of me. I was sure he was going to edge me again, tease me in some way, pull out and leave me a needing, horny, wet mess. He buried himself so far inside my I could have sworn his dick was pushing my belly button out, and used his thumb to tap on my clit with a command. "Cum, now." I shattered into molecular fragments and seized like an epileptic as the orgasm ripped and rolled through me like a surfer's dream. It took me forever it seemed to register that he was pumping hot seed into me as traffic was driving by like it was simply Tuesday.

I don't know how long it took to recover from the orgasm, or how long he took to pull his dick out of me. He dripped some on my mound and did his pants back up, put the gloves and helmet back on. I pulled the torn leggings up enough that I could ride behind him, and leaned against him for the rest of the time. When he dropped me off at home, and I got off the bike, we both noticed the wet spot on the seat.