There she went again!

I gunned my motorcycle and sped toward the cloud of dust. These badlands were wide and empty, a great place to test the bike engines I rebuilt for a living. But for the past week this vixen on a dirt bike had been buzzing me like a mosquito.

She never came near enough to let me get a good look, but I had the impression of a taut young body. And she sure as hell knew how to ride. Right now, ahead of me, she was zigzagging through the low rock formations like she born to it. She wore a bright blue sweatshirt and black jeans.

Dust speckled the visor of my helmet. The desert sun beat down. My bike growled mightily underneath me. Engines I worked on always had that extra punch.

Even so, the girl turned around on her seat and raised her middle finger insolently toward me. Then she twisted her throttle and shot away at a dizzying speed.

Plainly, she wanted me to follow, and I was too pissed off and too intrigued not to take the bait. Who was this female? Why was she out here taunting me?

I knew these miles and miles of flats. Almost nobody came out here. She was well ahead now, out of sight. But I picked up her tracks. She could swerve and circle all she wanted. Today I was going to catch up to her and find out what the hell she wanted with me.

Suddenly, though, I squeezed the brakes. Something lay on the parched ground. For just a second I thought it was her. But when I hopped off and ran over, I saw it was a sweatshirt, a bright blue one. It had to be hers.

I heard her motor out there, whining. I took the sweatshirt and resumed my pursuit. A few miles on, still following her tracks, I saw another piece of discarded clothing, this time a T-shirt.

What the fuck? I wondered. Is she riding around topless now? That thought suddenly filled me with excitement. I liked a woman who could handle a cycle, and the idea of this girl racing along with her tits exposed made for a delicious image.

I hopped back on and rode even harder. My cock swelled. I watched desperately for the next item of clothing, hoping this crazy cycle babe would keep going with this thing. When I saw her black jeans in a crumpled pile, I gave a shout of joy. I paused just long enough to snatch them up and drove my bike for everything it was worth.

“She started lifting and dropping her mouth on my cock at a steady rhythm.”

She must have lost time stopping to take off the pants. She came into view again, and I strained frantically to see through the clouding dust. She wavered in and out of the billows of kicked-up sand. But I caught glimpses of her bare, beautiful body atop her machine. She was gorgeous. Dark hair streamed out from under her helmet and she was still wearing her black boots, but every other inch of her luscious skin was exposed.

My cock throbbed crazily as I beheld the sweet roundness of her ass jouncing on the bike seat. Her legs were long and firm, her upper body tight. She had an all-over tan, turning her into a bronze goddess. As she crisscrossed back and forth ahead of me, I even got a look at her generously sized tits.

It was wonder to see. She was like some modern-day Lady Godiva riding buck-ass naked across the landscape. I was finally gaining ground on her — or else she was letting me catch up. I pushed my cycle, and that beautiful nude woman grew closer and closer.

At last she took her hand off the throttle and let her bike coast to a stop. I pulled up nearby. She turned to look, still wearing her helmet, which concealed her face completely.

I swung off my bike and held out her clothes. “Miss,” I said in a polite tone, “I believe you dropped these.”

She took off her helmet, roaring with laughter. She got off her machine and spun in a dancing circle before me, letting me get a full look at her succulent young body. Her pussy was shaved, her nips pink and tasty-looking. She had a pretty face, with bright eyes.

“One of us is overdressed,” she said.

It was all the invitation I needed. I got out of my clothes. The sunlight basted our naked bodies. My cock jutted out. She stepped up to me and took my rod in her hand. She grinned mischievously.

I groaned at her touch. I reached out and pulled her to me. I kissed her mouth hard. She didn’t seem to mind my stubble, grinding her lips on mine and jabbing me with her tongue. I stabbed back with my own. Her big tits pressed against me. I reached down to give her ass a grope, finding the flesh taut.

“I wondered how long it would take before you finally rode after me,” she panted.
Excitement rose in me, a burning force, hotter than the desert sun. Her flesh was painted with sweat and dust, but that only made her more desirable to me. She was rough like a cowgirl, not afraid of anything.

She gave my balls a squeeze. I plucked at her tits, tweaking those irresistible nipples. I was older than her, but I was still in great physical shape. If my face was a little leathery from years of working outdoors, she didn’t make any objection.

“I’ve got to have this fuck-stick in my mouth!” she suddenly cried, squatting down in front of me.

Her boot heels crunched on the turf as she hunkered there. I looked down in awe and gratitude as she held my balls and ran her tongue over my swollen cockhead. Nerves jumped all along my body. She licked up the dewdrop of pre-come seeping from my slit, then she wrapped her lips around my plum-shaped crown and started sucking my length into her mouth.

Her cheeks flattened themselves in around my staff. She created a nice firm suction, not letting the seal of her lips break. Her tongue continued to pluck at my shaft. Again, she was fearless, sucking me right down to the root and burying her nose in my sweaty pubes. I felt myself throbbing in her throat.

I moaned again, appreciating her talent. She started lifting and dropping her mouth on my cock at a steady rhythm. Her hand gently kneaded my nutsac, bringing new pleasures to me. I put a hand on her sweat-damp hair. A line of drool spilled down her chin, but she kept on sucking me intensely.

I couldn’t help but start to thrust into her mouth, but that didn’t daunt her. She let me fuck her face harder and harder, pushing into her throat with every stroke. Toward the end I actually tried to pull away to spare her the deluge, but she was having none of that. I remained gleefully trapped in her mouth.

My balls clenched in her grip, and I cried out, the sound echoing over the dusty flatland. My jizz thundered out of me, jet after jet. She kept her mouth on me the whole time. I watched her throat work as she swallowed everything I gave her. The pleasure whirled my head, until I staggered back.

She stood up, smiling and licking her lips. She turned back toward her bike, and for an awful instant I thought she was going to split. But she sat sidesaddle on her seat, opened her legs, and crooked her finger at me. It was a lot nicer than having her flip me the bird.

I hurried forward and knelt on the sunbaked ground. I put my head between her bronze thighs and licked hungrily at her pussy. Her tangy flavor was intoxicating. I lapped at her folds, then jammed my tongue into her cleft. Her sweet slickness felt good on my tongue.

I went after her swollen clit, and she gave a hard grunt of pleasure. Her hips moved. She started humping against my open mouth. Her fingers wound into my hair, pulling at my roots. I didn’t mind. I just ate her harder. I smeared my face against her dripping snatch. Her juices ran over my chin and down my throat.

By the time she whooped with her orgasmic cry, my cock had risen again. I drank her sauce as it flowed out of her. Her knees clamped my shoulders, and I felt the scuff of her dusty leather boots as she raked her feet against my sides.

She was weak-kneed for a minute when she pushed herself back onto her feet. I stepped back, and she grinned down at my renewed hard-on. She went around to the back of her bike and this time bent forward over the rear tire, laying her upper body lengthwise along the seat and gas tank.

“You need to fuck me now,” she told me.

I did, indeed, need to. I was grinning like a fiend as I moved in behind her. This seemed impossible, like some sexy desert mirage. But her tight ass was very real under my hands as I parted those sweet halves. Her well-eaten pussy gleamed. My spit-wet cock twitched. I stepped forward.

When I slipped my swollen cockhead inside her, she was already pounding her fist on the gas tank, making a hollow bang. “Yeah!” she cried. “Fuck yeah!”

Then I thrust myself all the way in, going deep and feeling her wet heat enclose me, and she screamed like a madwoman. I stroked into her, starting with a slow tempo. I savored the grip of her pussy. I looked down and watched my cock disappearing into her again and again.

She writhed atop her cycle. She flung out her arms and seized the grips of her handlebars. I fucked harder, slamming into her now. My balls bounced off her succulent ass. I drove myself to her deepest places, eliciting pleasures that shook her whole body.

The madness took hold of me completely. With the fierce sun on my skin and sweat coursing down my muscled body, I hammered her pussy. Her white-knuckled hands continued to clutch her bike’s grips. The ripples of each impact went up her slick bronze body. She shook her head back and forth, dark damp hair whipping.

I speared her to her core, and there I gave her the rest of my load, whatever she hadn’t already swallowed. The spunk tore out of me, every spew wrenching a greater joy from me. She came as well, her orgasm like a thundercloud crashing over her.

Finally, she lay limp across her metal steed. Dazed, I looked around, but we were still alone. She lifted her head and grinned, saying, “You wanna try to catch me again tomorrow?”

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