It had been a great day. Warm, dry and the traffic had been light.
I had been riding for some seven hours now, but wasn’t yet tired. The
sun had just started to draw the evening curtains, and there was a
faint hint of rain on the cooling twilight air. I was cruising along a
quiet back road in Sussex on my BMW K100.
I have been riding bikes since I was 16, that’s 24 years now. I
have always liked biking, and will do it for as long as I can. I’m not
a flash rider. My bike is silver and standard; and I wear jeans and a
black leather jacket. I like wearing jeans, they are comfortable and
offer a little more protection than trousers.
I was doing about 50 when I saw across the hedge a Day-Glow lemon
top and black trousers. Quick check, no speed O.K. as I’m outside the
limit, still be careful! After rounding a couple of bends the road
straightened out and I could see the figure some way ahead. I was
wrong, it wasn’t the law, just some youngster in a fluorescent top and
black track suit trousers. He was hitching as far as I could tell from
this distance, but I don’t pick up hitch-hikers. Still I was in a good
mood as the day had been good; and he was miles from anywhere on a
road with little traffic and he couldn’t cause me much trouble on the
back really. I slowed down and pulled up alongside him.
Hewas about 18 I assume, but it was difficult to tell. Dark hair
and deep brown eyes. He was about five feet eight and had an athletic
build.
“Can I give you a lift, there’s a spare helmet in the back box.”
“Thanks very much mate.”
“Where are you going?”
“About twelve miles along this road, well I live just a bit off
but if you drop me at the turning I can walk from there.”
“That’s O.K. I’ll go all the way.”
“Good, that would be super.”
“Have you ever back-ridden before?”
“No, well not on one of these.”
“Well just hold on tight and stick close behind me. Don’t try to
stay upright when I lean the bike, now climb up and when we are near
your turning tap me on the left or right shoulder and I will take the
next left or right turn.”
“O.K. you’re the gov.”
He climbed up and slid himself forward till he was close behind
me. Instead of holding the seat he put his arms round my waist; obvi-
ously not been a back-rider before. We started off, and gathered
speed. There are some people who find the vibration and motion of a
big bike rather stimulating, perhaps that’s why I like bikes, all that
power throbbing between my thighs. I think it must have affected him,
as he pressed harder into my back, and I was sure I could feel quite a
hard bulge pressing against my rear. A few more miles and I felt his
hands slip down from my waist to my hips, then slowly he moved his
hands down onto my cock. The inevitable happened and my cock began to
stir and rise. He didn’t take his hand away, but cupped my swelling
bulge. Suddenly I felt a tap on my left shoulder so I regained concen-
tration, slowed and turned left up a little lane. I saw a cottage in
the distance on the right and then felt a tap on my right shoulder. I
slowed and stopped at the entrance to the drive of the cottage. He
slid off the back and removed the helmet. He stood next to me and
asked “Would you like a coffee or something before you go. I’d like to
thank you. There’s nobody in, my parents are on holiday.”
…End of the part1. To be continued..
They are taken to a special barn and stupid creatures as they are they have to suck. And as a revard they gain a huge cumshot load all over their filthy faces. The cum drips down to their big boobs and perfect bodies…
Very frequently the girls get covered with yoghurt or some other sticky stuff.
