Thread: Freedom on Two Wheels (Salinaahmed & Casketslinger)

Johnny watched as the thick young girl sauntered up bravely and threw her leg over his motorcycle's seat, her naked tanned thighs sliding up on either side of his. He reached his greasy hand down and gripped her just above the knee. Yer gonna wanna hold on real tight, I like to ride fast! My name is Johnny but all my friends call me 'Killer'....Don't worry though it's just a nickname, I'm as gentle as a teddy bear. He said with a chuckle. That'll be a dollar twenty five young man. The elderly gas attendant said holding out his old gnarled hand, his eyes giving the dirty biker a sour disapproving look. Here's two ol' timer, you keep the change! Johnny said and handed the crumpled dollars to the geezer. Word of advice young lady...You might be better off staying here and waiting for a bus, this snake ain't gonna take you no where but to the gate of hell. The old man grumbled, seeing Johnny's hand rubbing her young thigh. Keep yer advice for the suckers that need it pops....The little lady knows what she's doing, ain't that right sweetcheeks? Johnny said and kickstarted his motor. The loud short piped bike roared to life and Johnny pegged the throttle a few times making the bike vibrate with a throng of power. He knew what that vibration did to girl's undercarriages and how wet it always made them. Johnny dropped the two wheeled death machine into gear and popped a wheely as they skidded back out onto the road. If Serena wasn't holding on before, she certainly would be after that stunt. He felt her hands slide up around his midsection and grip his naked sweaty belly. Her big tits mashing into his back, he could practically feel her nipples getting harder through the thin summer dress. The road was long and as the sun faded away the darkness of night took over with only the small headlight to guide them as they made their way north. There wasn't much talking as the loud exhaust kept all but the most basic of communications to a minimum. Johnny pointed off in the distances a few times, showing off a few beautiful pieces of scenery in the pale moon light. The feeling of her hands gently caressing his stomach while they rode was enough to make the bulge in his jeans grow and after a while he had to adjust his sitting position in order not to get a mean case of blue balls. Around 9pm they rolled into the long dirt road that lead to the backwoods farm where Johnny was to meet with a farmer named Jesco White. The dim lights from the farm house closed in as he throttled down the bike and rolled to a stop, still a quarter mile away. Johnny got off the bike and again stretched, though this time his dick was almost sticking out of the top of his jeans. He walked to the back of the bike and got into his saddlebag, making sure to take a good long look up her dress and peering at her white, slightly damp panties. When he stood back up he was holding two things, a revolver which he tucked into the back of his jeans when he saw the surprised look on Serena's face. Don't worry, it's just a precaution. Everything should be cool. He said with that same wolf's smile. The other item was a leather shaving kit. He opened it, but it was obvious from his scruff covered face that he didn't shave often enough to carry a razor in the kit. He pulled out a syringe full of speed and a small strap of leather which he used to tie off his arm. He could see by the look on the innocent girl's face she'd never seen anything like it before and he reassured her again. Just need a fixer upper before the meeting....been a long ride an I wanna be on my toes. He said as he jabbed the needle in and pumped the toxic mixture into his vein. He only injected half the load though, before pulling it out. You wanna hit?