Rider shoot cum into her waiting body

It was the perfect day for a ride, especially the kind of ride Jen had in mind.
The wind was strong, and rain blew through the air like little bullets. Jen
stepped outside, and was glad to see there wasn’t a soul around. She happily
bounced inside, and pulled Chad off the couch, announcing, “We’re going for a
ride!”
Chad had just spent a load of hard-earned money on something that him and
Jen had been thinking about for some time–a motorcycle. A real, honest-to-
goodness road hog. Jen loved it. Everything from the tires to the offical Harly-
Davidson logo on the side.
Chad glanced out at the storm and whined, “But, honey, it’s raining, and I really
don’t want to take the bike out in the rain.”
“But it won’t rain forever,” Jen pointed out. She pulled Chad over to the window,
and looked up at him, blinking her grey eyes in puppy-dog fashion. Finally, Chad
gave in, and pulled on a coat. “Yes!” exclaimed Jen. She quickly threw on a light
jacket over her blouse and skirt and ran with Chad out to the garage, where they
kept the bike.
Chad started the motorcycle, and Jen hopped on behind him. He started the
bike, and they were off. Jen wrapped her arms around Chad’s waist, allowing her
hands to wander just a wee bit. Her fingers played across his chest, and the well-
formed package underneath his jeans. Chad swatted her hand away, and chided
her.
As they rode through the rain, their clothes were soaked through and through.
The rain caused Jen’s short hair to cling to her head, and Chad’s long blond hair
to whip back into her face. Finally, they pulled off the highway; they were on into
the parking lot of a rest stop.
They parked the bike and went to sit in a shelter set up by the lake there. Jen
had pulled out the blanket they kept in their saddlebag, and they laid it out to sit
on. As they sat there, cuddling and talking, the sun began to break through the
thick grey clouds.
“Wow, it’s really beautiful out, isn’t it!” Jen exclaimed.
Chad arched his back to look at the clouds, and in doing so, displayed his neck.
Jen licked her lips, and quickly leaned over to suck on his neck.
“HEY!” Chad yelled, “Quit it!”
He jumped up and straddled Jen, tickling her mercilessly. “ARGHH!!” she
screamed.
Chad pulled off, “Let that be a lesson to you.” Jen could see the mirth dancing
in his eyes, and she began to feel a warmth growing between her legs.
“Let’s go,” she said, pushing Chad off her, and jumping to her feet.
Jen folded up the blanket, and put in back in the saddle-bag. She waited until
Chad mounted, then glanced around at the deserted parking lot. Then, before
Chad could say anything, she jumped up in front of him on the bike, facing him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear, “If you take a
left out of this lot, you’ll be on a little used frontage road. Hardly anyone ever
drives on it anymore.”
With that, she put her head down on his shoulder, and he started the bike and
pulled away. As the bike started beneath her, Jen could feel the rumbling of the
metal beneath her legs, and the heat emanating from…where? Was it from the
bike, or Chad? She smiled and leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his
chest.
Through their wet clothes, Jen began to feel a familiar hardness form between
her legs. With her legs wrapped around Chad as they were, she had little doubts
as to what it was. She leaned forward, and pressed her lips against Chad’s neck,
slowly placing small kisses and licks along the sensitive skin there.
Reaching down with one hand she grasped the lump in Chad’s jeans. A small
groan escaped his lips as she squeezed it firmly. The ground was whizzing by
beneath them, and the bike was vibrating between their legs. Leaving one hand
around Chad’s neck, she undid the leather belt around his waist as well as the
black jeans. She slipped her hands inside his pants, feeling his sex pressed
against his stomach.
She swiftly pulled open the fly in the front of his black silk boxers, touching her
favorite toy in the whole world. “Do you have any idea how much I want your
cock inside me?” Jen asked.
“Well, I imagine it’s only half as much as I want you wrapped around it,” Chad
moaned back into her ear.
The bike was going about sixty when Jen pulled up her skirt, and pushed Chad’s
sex deep within her own. Their moans echoed off the surrounding fields. They
began to speed up a little, as did Jen’s motion on Chad’s cock. “Slow down,
love,” gasped Jen.
The cock deep within her felt like fire; each time she rocked back, she could feel
it burn deep within her. Her motions became more frantic. One hand reached
up, and started to pinch her nipples. “Ohhhh…God, I love your cock, Chad. I
love it buried deep inside me!” Jen screamed, as the first orgasm ripped her body
apart.
Her entire torso shook with the orgasm. Her pumping slowed, and she reached
down with the hand that was playing with her breasts, and wrapped it around his
cock, which she pulled from within her. Using her own fluids as lubricant she
began to pump the shaft. Each vein was active under her hands, pumping blood
to make it an impossible thickness. With each movement of her hand, a small
moan or sigh would escape Chad. His driving was becoming a little erratic, and
Jen slowed her hand motions, Chad moaning his displeasure.
Finally, watching his manhood grow even more under her ministrations, she
couldn’t stand it anymore. Pushing it down, she slipped it inside her again. As
the trees and fields whipped by them, she felt Chad’s increasing orgasm.
She pumped her hips as best she could, mostly rocking back and forth. Chad’s
legs started shaking beneath her, a sure sign of his orgasm. Sitting fully on his
cock she raked her fingernails across his back as her own orgasm shook her. As
her body shook, Chad’s cock deep within her began to shoot cum into her waiting
body. As the first spurt hit her cervix, she bit down on his shoulder, yelling and
screaming her obvious approval.
Finally, panting, and moaning Chad finished. His body limpened, and they both
leaned against each other for the rest of the ride home.
The whole way Chad stayed within her, until they reached home, and his flaccid
cock fell from her. Jen moaned, feeling quite empty without the intrusion within
her. They shut the garage, and stumbled inside.
“Now, are you sorry you went?” Jen asked, a huge grin on her face.
“Not at all,” Chad said. “In fact, I’d like to show my appreciation for your
suggestion by doing this…”
With that, he picked her up, and carried upstairs into their bedroom, peeling off
her sopping clothes as they went.