Robert Vickers

Daughter_s nasty itch

CHAPTER ONE

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?"