In exchange for certain favors, Tasha took her uncle’s motorcycle for a spin. The winding country road suited Tasha’s mood. She opened her up.

A mile or two along and her bikini top flew off. No one to see, and if there were, Tasha’s bare breasts would be but a blur.

Another mile and her string bottoms threatened to join the tops. Tasha didn’t care. Better to feel the hot breeze and vibrant thrum. Serve Uncle right if some of their jizz stained the seat.

Bye bye bra. Bye bye bottoms. The boots would stay on.

Tasha rested a bit as twilight took over. With full dark she mounted up and headed for home.

Uncle came out of the dark. “Where you been, girl?” he asked.

“Riding,” she said. “Did you miss me?”

He laughed. “I was worried you stole my bike.”

“Better your bike than your heart, huh?”

Uncle laughed. “You got that right. Now grab ahold of that bench.”

“Why?”

“Just grab a hold. How much you weigh, anyway?”

“One twenty-five, give or take.”

Uncle chuckled. “I can bench press four of you.”

“Too bad you only got one dick,” Tasha said.

Uncle laughed.

Tasha felt his hands at her breasts. His leathers pressed her ass. His cock cruised into her cunt.

“Oh yeah,” she groaned, pressing back.

“Oh fuck,” she grunted, just before coming.

Uncle fucked her into four more orgasms before he flooded her.

“Now who’s sweating?” she observed, wiping moisture from his chin and tasting it.

“That comes with dessert,” Uncle said, and he fingered some of the jizz from Tasha’s cunt and put his fingers to Tasha’s lips.

She took his fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean.

“I have to admit, you’re a damn good ride,” Uncle said.

“And you’re almost as good as your bike,” replied Tasha.