Robert Vickers - Daughter_s nasty itch

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.