Easy Riders

 Easy Riders. 

Richard’s in love, and he’s with the great love of his life right now. She’s always ready for Richard to ride fast and hard, she never says no when he wants to mount her, she does all the wild things he asks of her, and right now he’s with her giving her all his care and attention.

She’s five hundred pounds of motor bike: a big red tank, gleaming chrome, four cylinders aggressively abreast like horses in a Roman chariot race, ready to fire up and deliver enough raw power to punch herself and anyone brave enough to ride her at a hundred mph plus without hardly trying, while growling window-rattling snarls through two fire-blued exhausts sticking up like two insolent fingers in a V sign to all lesser vehicles that dare to be on the road. She sits proudly in the middle of the garage, where Richard’s worshiping her. Richard’s twenty three and he’s between girl friends. Girls always say they’re scared to come on his bike. His parents are away for the weekend, he’s on his own, looking forward to a weekend of motor bike, porn and masturbation. But as Richard’s polishing the red tank and bright chrome the doorbell chimes.

It’s Mrs Matthews, Richard’s mother’s friend from down the road. She’s mid thirties, attractive with blonde hair not quite to her shoulders and a body Richard’s ogled plenty of times and enjoyed in his masturbation fantasies. It looks like she’s come straight from work: she’s dressed in a white blouse that shows the outline of a frilly bra underneath, a tight skirt, sheer black nylons and high heels.

“I hope you don’t mind” she says. “When I was here the other night I lost an earring. I might have dropped it in your garage…….we were in there looking at your mum’s wine rack. Can I have a look?” Richard’s eyes follow Mrs Matthews’ legs and her bra strap through her blouse as her high heels go click-clack across the kitchen floor toward the garage.

They’re in the garage, and Mrs Matthews seems to have forgotten her lost ear ring. “Such a big motor bike” she says approvingly. “My husband used to have a motorbike. I loved all that power between my legs. It got me so horny for when we were in bed afterwards.”

Richard can’t believe what he’s hearing, and the power’s starting to rise between his legs!! He’s heard how Mrs Matthews’ husband found out the hard way it’s not wise to be doing eighty on a motorbike on the wrong side of the road while over the drink drive limit with a truck coming the other way. Richard’s mother had said their marriage had been in trouble a long time and the only good thing about her husband was his life insurance policy.

She bends over Richard’s bike, running her hands over the tank. Her legs spread as wide as her tight skirt allows, and as runs her hands over the saddle her bum sways sensuously, her skirt tightens and Richard sees the outline of her panties through the thin cloth. It will be Mrs Matthews in Richard’s masturbation fantasies tonight, not his porn girls! Richard swallows, doesn’t say anything, but wonders if the bulge in the front of his jeans and the way his eyes are locked on the outline of her frilly white bra are saying all that needs to be said.

“Do you like motorbikes?” asks Mrs Matthews. “Not as much as I’d like to fuck you.” Richard thinks, but doesn’t say. “Can I sit on it?” she continues.

But before Richard can reply she swings her leg over the bike and sits astride the saddle. The movement spreads her legs wide and pulls her skirt high up her thighs. Richard’s eyes involuntarily go down between her legs. There’s her panties, creamy white satin with embroidered hems and taut over the bulge of her mound, and she’s wearing stockings, not tights, with bare thigh between lacy stocking tops and panties. Richard hopes she hasn’t realised he’s ogling her knickers, but she certainly has! “You’re looking at my knickers aren’t you?” Richard feels his face go red. “I used to wear a black leather miniskirt on my husband’s bike.” She smiles mischievously. “Anyone who was interested could see my knickers then……Are you interested?”

Now her legs spread even wider, she pulls her skirt up even higher, she leans back with her hands on the saddle behind her so her blouse tightens over the outline of her breasts, showing how brief her bra is, and peaking over her nipples. “Undress me” she says softly.

For a moment Richard hesitates, then he thinks of his last girl, the feel of her soft breasts in his hands, her tight vagina squeezing his shaft, her smooth legs wrapping over him and her heels pounding his bum as she climaxes. It’s been a long time, just masturbating with only pictures of girls and no real female flesh to play with. As if sensing indecision Mrs Matthews reaches between her legs and pulls the front of her panties down. There’s a neat brown bush around the slit between her legs. “Feel my pussy ….. I want you!”

Richard's hand begins on the traditional starting point: her knee. It’s good to feel sheer nylon over soft female leg again. She gasps as Richard’s hand crosses the boundary between nylon and bare thigh, then a moan of pleasure, longer more deep throated, so much more sensual than any moan any of Richard’s previous girls ever gave, the sex-moan of an experienced woman, as Richard’s finger tips run along the dimpled line of her vagina through the thin satin. Now Richard’s hand is inside her panties cupped over her mound. His last girl’s pussy was smooth shaven, but Mrs Matthews’ is hairy like in his favourite porn pictures, and already wet with juice!

“My skirt buttons up the side” she says, but Richard’s already discovered that.

He takes his time over every button, unwraps it from her thighs, slips it out from under her, and hangs it neatly on the hook where his biker leathers hang.

Now Richard’s hands are on her breasts through the thin cloth of her blouse, brushing his thumbs over the peaks of her nipples the way that he’s learned excites girls. He’s getting excited too and her blouse and bra are soon off. Her breasts are large and soft, mature with deep red-brown erect nipples surrounded by deep pink areolas two inches in diameter, so much more exciting than his last girl’s little pink ones, and her nipples are firm against his hungry tongue as he kisses her breasts and licks her nipples. She leans back, lifts first one high heeled foot then the other up onto the saddle for Richard to slip her stockings off. None of his past girls ever wore stockings for him, and before now he’s sought his stocking fantasies in porn – but these long shapely stockinged legs are for real! He puts her stockings with her skirt, blouse and bra, and ogles her as she sits spread legged astride his bike just in creamy white panties and black high heels.

“Strip for me. I love seeing men’s cocks sticking up for me.”

She sits astride the bike fingering her pussy through thin satin watching Richard strip till he’s naked with his piston rod pointing stiffly up at the garage roof from thickly haired balls.

As he’s hanging his briefs on the hook she gets off the bike. She bends over, spread legged, with her hands resting on the saddle with her breasts swinging heavily and the rounded curves of her bottom toward Richard. She rocks sensuously on her high heels, hypnotising Richard with the gently swaying creamy white triangle of her panties against her lightly tanned buttocks.

“Pull my knickers down” she asks Richard over her shoulder, as if he needed asking! She moans and her muscles tighten as Richard’s fingers explore the strip of thin cloth under her between her legs. She brings her legs together just long enough for Richard to pull her panties down, they drop round her ankles, she kicks them across the garage floor then her legs spread wide again.

“Touch me!…..touch me!….touch me!” she’s moaning.

Richard teases and strokes her juice wetted vagina lips with his fingers till she’s quivering and panting with arousal, with her thigh muscles tensed and her legs stretched as wide as she can, the nipples of her swinging breasts brushing the saddle of his bike. Richard’s fingertip finds the taut little button of her clitty, runs over it, circles it, spirals round it, takes her to the panting, moaning, quivering brink and eases off, then starts again! Richard’s showing her he’s experienced too! Suddenly the muscles of her back and thighs clench, she cries out and her buttocks quiver as her hips jerk rhythmically in the pulses of her orgasm, with Richard’s hand cupped over her juice-soaked mound. Now Richard’s standing behind her with the head of his hungry penis brushing against her buttocks so she knows he’s ready and waiting. Her legs are long and her high heels as she bends over the bike get her to just the right height.

“Want you! ….. want you!” she gasps.

Richard grips her thighs, feels her body tense with anticipation, then his shaft slides between her vagina lips till his belly’s against her buttocks. For a long moment he savours her vagina. Warm, wet and exquisitely tight, so much better than his own stroking hand which was all he’d expected tonight! Richard grunts with the pleasure of his thrusts, and she’s still hot from her first finger-pleasure orgasm. She shrieks as she climaxes again while Richard’s still thrusting. Richard’s own cum is rising even as she’s juddering in her orgasm. He grips her quivering thighs tightly to pull her bum hard against his belly as his penis pulses deep inside her and fills her. He staggers back with a strand of semen dripping from his swinging suddenly limp penis. Mrs Matthews stays bent over the saddle for a long time moaning softly, and Richard watches a droplet of semen trickle its way down the inside of her thigh. “Ohhhhh!……..that was so good!” She says as she rises.

She doesn’t bother to dress, and stands with a hand on his bike.

“We belonged to a biker club” she says, fixing her eyes on Richard “When we met all the girls would put their knickers in a helmet and we’d pass it round the boys. The girls got whichever boy picked out her knickers and we’d have sex over his bike….”

Richard feels his penis start to swing up again. “Or a girl would do a striptease and pose nude on a bike for the boys to take pictures of her and play with her and jerk off over. I loved posing nude for them……. Do you like to see women in nude poses?”

Richard imagines her in the nude poses of his porn sites and magazines and sprawled over his bike. His erection is pointing at the ceiling again. “Go on …. Tell me what you want to see.” “Start by standing astride my bike sticking your tits out ……”

She gives Richard a treat for his porn-hungry eyes and adventurous hands. Standing astride his bike, sprawling over it, bending over it, stepping a high heeled foot up onto the saddle, standing just in high heels leaning back against his bike, her legs provocatively wide, her breasts jutting up and forward as she leans back on her hands, crying out with sex pleasure as his exploring hands explore her legs, breasts, bottom, vagina lips and ruffle her pubic hair in every erotic position Richard wants.

She’s leaning over the bike with her heavy breasts hanging. Richard stands in front of her, lust crazed by the sight and feel of her naked body. He’d just got to masturbate! He thrusts the head of his penis between her breasts, wraps his hand round his shaft, grabs her bare shoulder with his spare hand and begins to stroke. She suddenly leans back and grabs his arm. “Silly boy!….” Richard stops, mid stroke. “Would you like something nicer? Go on, stand astride your bike.”

Richard stands astride his bike. Mrs Matthews is oiling her hand with hand cream from her handbag.

“Such a big stiff cock” says Mrs Matthews, playfully fingering its so sensitive soft head. Ralph gasps and a droplet of pre-cum appears on its little slit nozzle. She wipes her creamy white panties across his nozzle, then hangs them on his shaft.

“We had an initiation ceremony in our biker club. A boy would stand astride his bike like that. He’d pick out a girl’s knickers from the helmet, she’d hang them on his cock, and we’d see how far she could squirt him. Shall we try?”

Richard doesn’t need to reply. Richard’s breathing hard and his erection straining out in front of him stiffly bending up as he guesses what’s to come says all there is to say!

She stands beside Richard’s bike, astride his spread leg so her pussy lips and cunt hair brush his thigh and her breasts are against his arm. Her hand starts on his knee and works its way penis-strainingly slowly up his thigh till it slips between his legs and fingers his balls, while her other hand fondles his bum, tickling him down between his buttocks, turning his shaft to aching hard steel. Richard learns quickly she’s an expert! This isn’t like the fumbled hand jobs he’s had from girl friends. This woman’s experience and knows exactly what boys like! Her cream-oiled fingers close round his shaft and she begins to stroke smoothly, rhythmically, full length up and down, the ring of her thumb and forefinger catching the base of his knob and riding right over the soft flesh to its tip. Her other hand fondles Richard’s bum, tickling him between his cheeks, darting gown to tickle his arse and tease his balls from behind. Richard’s hands play with Mrs Matthews’ soft smooth bottom and thighs, her breasts, and the moist wet lips hiding in the bush of coarse pubic hair between her legs. She knows how to make it last! Finally after ages of pleasure Richard’s hips ram involuntarily forward, he clutches Mrs Matthews’ bum, gives staccato grunts as his shaft jerks in her hand, and gobbet after gobbet of semen spurts over the saddle, the tank and as far as the dials between the handlebars.

Mrs Matthews takes her panties off Ralph’s limp dripping penis and with them wipes his semen off the tip of his penis and off his bike.

“Now you’re a member of our club” Mrs Matthews says. She kisses him on my cheek and gives Richard her cum-soaked panties.

“Your mum asked me to make sure you were alright while they’re away. I think we need a shower together, then I’ll cook you something, then if you’re interested perhaps you’d like to see some pictures and videos of our old biker club. There’s lots of me, and the other girls…..”

Richard realises he’s not going to need his porn this weekend.

“……then bed?” she adds with a smile.

Richard realises he won’t be masturbating in his lonely bed tonight either!

The months pass, and now its summer, the season when a young man’s heart turns to his motorbike. Richard’s in love again, and he’s with the great love of his life right now. She’s always ready for Richard to ride fast and hard, never says no when he wants to mount her, she does all the wild things he asks of her, and right now he’s with her in the garage and she’s giving him all her care and attention.

She’s pretty little Wendy, a hundred pounds of twenty two year old soft, smooth, curvy female flesh, dark hair in a pony tail, long legs always ready to wrap round Richard, with ever-hungry lips hiding in the neat dark bush between them, firm young grapefruit breasts just the right shape for Richard’s hands when she’s on top riding him hard. Right now she’s crouching naked and wide kneed in front of Richard, who’s leaning back against his bike with his legs spread and his hips thrust forward, his erect penis sticking straight out steel hard from Wendy’s soft tongue licking all over its head and across its nozzle and her light fingers on his balls. Now the soft so sensitive head of Richard’s penis is in Wendy’s mouth and her pony tail is swinging with her movements as she rocks back and forth on her high heels to slide her wet lips and tongue up and down the length of Richard’s shaft, and her hand is stroking his tight muscle in perfect time with her lips. “Uhh!….Uhh!…Uhh!” Richard grunts, gripping Wendy’s bare shoulders as his semen explodes into her mouth.

They dress quickly: Richard in his biker leathers, Wendy in blue jeans so tight they show every curve of her man’s dream backside and legs with her purple lace thong peeping over the top, a skimpy boob-clinging top and her black leather jacket. Wendy runs her hand over the saddle and big red tank.

“I love riding on your bike, it gets me so horny for when we have sex afterwards.” Richard smiles to himself as he remembers the last time he heard that said!

“Let’s go, before your parents are back” she says, kissing him on the cheek “It’s a beautiful day ….. let’s go to that beach where there’s never anyone around and have sex on the sand again.”

Four cylinders fire up and growl impatiently. On the back of Richard’s bike Wendy wraps her arms round him, squeezes her thighs around his, presses her breasts against his back and settles down to enjoy the vibration between her legs. As the window of her lounge rattles Mrs Matthews glances through the net curtains, past the black tank and streamlined fairing of her new boyfriend’s Honda motorbike parked on her drive. She watches Richard and Wendy roar away down the street, smiling to herself as if she’s enjoying a pleasant memory. Then Mrs Matthews feels her new boyfriend’s hand on her bottom following the outline of her panties through her tight skirt, and she too knows it’s time to ride.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/26arkn/easy_riders