My fantasy on the Harley
Let me tell you a story about how I see us taking a ride on my
Harley in a remote area when we stop beside a river, a fast
moving creek really that twists upon itself as it negotiates
its way meandering though the slip of rocks down the wooded
slope in an isolated corner of the mountain. We've
stopped on a huge flat rock jutting out over the race and
cut the engine to hear the sound it makes as each twist of
the stream brings the water in it over a rock edge to splash
in the collecting pools and fill the air with a soft mist.
Its voice is like a wind chime and the breeze that moves down
the valley ruffles your hair across your face and I turn
to straddle my seat so that I'm facing you - I move the
hair from your face and bending forward, softly kiss your
lips and feel your mouth open in response and the tip of your
tongue brushes my lips and teases my own out of hiding. Your
arms are around me pulling me to you and you lift your legs
so that they now are over each of mine which raises your hips
and reveals that you are not wearing panties under your
short skirt. Your hands on the back of my head draw my face
to the center of your being and, bending my neck I can smell
the pungent musk of you and it makes my mouth water at the
thought of the taste of you - the essence of you.
With your back against the sissy bar you lean into it and
your open your legs - an action that draws the skirt well
above your hips.
As you lower my head toward your sex, your
knees hook over my shoulders and assist in urging me toward
your wet, throbbing flesh. I know well what you want - you
want my mouth on you and my tongue within you, probing you
to your depths, tantalizing your clit, sucking and nibbling
at your labia. And you know well that I live to taste you and
drink from this fountain - to be the one who makes you feel
this erotic ecstasy. The smell of your pheromones seeping
from your Vagina has cause an erection in my penis that is
painful as it presses itself down my thigh beneath my jeans.
Reaching out I hold your naked hips one in each hand and slide
your butt to the edge of the black leather seat. Your seeping
cunt leaves a wet trail in the leather as it moves toward
me. Raising your legs has caused your labia to open slightly
and I can see the tip of your clitoris poking its head out
and I extend my tongue to touch it. At the instant of contact
with my tongue you jerk reflexively and draw my mouth onto
your sex, grinding your pelvis upward to meet me. Holding
your hips, my fingers dig into your ass cheeks and lift your
legs higher. Using my tongue as I would licking an ice cream
cone I lick your opening from the bottom to the top, tasting
the spunk that oozes from your vaginal opening - I swallow
it and begin sucking and licking your labia, each in turn
before turning my attention to your clit, by now fully erect
and pulsing with its own beat.
I take your clit between my
lips and suck it softly allowing it to go in and out of my mouth
much the same way as you do my penis when you suck it. Alternately
I move my tongue in a figure eight pattern over it's
surface and then lick the length of your vaginal opening
caressing your labia with each up and downward stroke of
my tongue. Finding your clit again I fasten on it and your
hands in my hair hold my mouth there to finish what has been
started. I cover your mound with my mouth and suck your clit
in biting it softly and lashing it viciously with my tongue
I fell your hips thrusting as you begin to hump my mouth,
grinding your clit into my licking tongue. As your thrusts
reach a ferocious pace you hands in my hair pressing me to
you and your legs have clamped onto my head covering my ears
- I feel the beginnings of your orgasm as it rises up from
the depths of your being and washes over me like the water
falling around us in the stream, cascading into a million
shards as your ecstasy breaks over us as in a wave. The convulsing
of your body slows but doesn't stop as I refuse to release
my mouth from your sex. I hold your sex in my mouth - between
my lips and kiss it softly, lovingly - drinking from this
well of ephemeral bliss. Not long after you moan and begin
that slow grind and I know what you want.
Standing up, I lifting my face from your crotch and raise
my mouth to yours.
Your open lips devour mine and your tongue
cleans your juice from my nose and cheeks and chin. Traveling
down, your mouth fastens itself on my neck while your hands
seek the buckle on my belt. Unlocking my belt you drawing
open my jeans and reach inside for my penis now fat and engorged
with blood, purple and throbbing. Your hand runs up and
down my length and strokes it towards your gaping sex. The
back seat is a perfect height off the ground as I lean forward
and you take my cock head and run it up and down the length
of your open vagina, bathing it in your juice - using the
head of my cock to massage your swollen clit and allowing
another moan to escape from your lips. The hot wetness of
you as I push my hips forward sheaths my penis in a cocoon
so wonderful that I feel lightheaded but it is only momentary.
I swear that I can feel the beating of your heart inside your
vagina as my cock comes to rest deep inside you. The soft
warm wetness of you engulfs me in a feeling of well being
and I press myself against you. Pelvis to pelvis we stay
there locked together as a joint shudder passes through
our bodies, then slowly I start gyrating my hips and drawing
my cock slowly out and then back in to you ending each thrust
with an upward circling motion that makes you gasp with
pleasure. Your arms are around me holding me to you and I
can feel your hips rising to meet mine - faster and faster
- we are getting very close now.
You are watching me - looking
deep into my eyes waiting for the release that you know will
be your as well. Harleys weight over 800 pounds and it is
good that they do as I thrust into you with such force that
you are lifted off the seat with each stroke of my hips. The
orgasm that erupts from me explodes into you and triggers
your own as you cling to me with your head against my chest
and my hips still moving my penis into your body as if I could
cleave you in two. As our orgasm subsides we stay locked
together and I stroke your hair and slowly rock my hips in
remembrance to what we have shared.. Finally, as my penis
has withered and escaped from you, I lift you from the seat
and walking to the edge of the stream, we stoop and wash away
our dream. A gentle breeze plays in your hair and I reach
up to take it from your eyes and you smile.