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I was sixteen when I lost my dad. It left me angry at the world and with a chip the size of Texas on my shoulder. He was my world, my best friend. He put me on my first bike when I was just knee-high to a grasshopper. He would take me around the yard as I sat on the gas tank doing wheelies until I would laugh and mom would yell. He was a good man. He was much too young to have a heart attack. How is your mom holding up? I hear her cry at Motorcycle sex stories, but she never complains. I am here so I can help her a little, Sir. As I was about to leave, I spotted a girl riding a dirt bike on a track behind Mr.

Stepping out his back door I watched as she was ripping wheelies and jumps. I stood and observed her for a few minutes. After that first day, I watched for her every chance I got. She was out on that bike often. One day she came off the jump, tried to land a wheelie and wiped out. I was on my break and quickly ran to see if she was okay. Maybe I should be at the mall getting my nails done or some other girlie shit? To tell me dirt bikes are for guys? I wanted to make sure you were okay and not hurt. That was the beginning of it all.

Soon we were together all the time. I worked as many hours as I could. I brought it over to Mr. I rebuilt the motor and carb as well as put in new bearings.

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The day I finished, Jocelyn and I went out back to the track, strapped on our helmets and took off. Her cc was no match for my cc. I dropped it into fourth gear and flew. I was free again with dad beside me. It felt so good… so very right. I felt better than I had in a long time. I started going to scrambles and endure events. I raced as often as I could.

Jocelyn would come with me, and Mr. Johnson would tow our bikes until I was old enough to get my. She would help me in the pit, and eventually, I convinced her to start racing. I loaded up a blanket and a six-pack. I picked her up, and we drove out to the lake to watch the fireworks. We laid out the covering in the bed of the truck, talked and drank beer under the stars. After I started kissing her, my hands roamed over her beautiful body.

We had made out before, always stopping before we got too far. I began kissing her along her neck, nibbling her ear as I felt her breast in my hand. I continued to kiss down Motorcycle sex stories body, when I reached her perfect breasts, I took a nipple into my mouth and began sucking.

We made love under the stars as the fireworks flared in the air. We loved as only new lovers can. It was sweet, quick and fumbling. It was a night I will never forget. At eighteen, I got picked up by a sponsor. I struggled to convince Jocelyn to come with me, but she wanted to make it on her own. We attempted to make it work as I traveled to race after race and tried to get home as much as possible.

At first, we would get together once a week, Motorcycle sex stories once a month, until we hardly had any time at all for each other.

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The last time I saw her is now a bittersweet memory. It was a long weekend. Once again I tried to convince her to come with me. I told her we could talk to the representative and get her a tryout. It began with her kissing me softly, turning my mind off as only she could.

She stripped my clothes off and pushed me down on the bed. Kneeling between my legs, Jocelyn began stroking me until I was stone hard.

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She took me into her sweet mouth and started sucking just the head of my cock. I moaned, leaned back and allowed her to have her way. She licked me up one side and down the other. She went around the top as if it was Motorcycle sex stories dripping ice-cream cone. She knew exactly what I liked, she fondled my balls with one hand and stroked me with the other. She stripped off her clothes and climbed up my body, positioning my hardness against her wet slit. With a knee on either side of my hips, she lowered her pussy around my cock.

I was in my glory. She felt so good wrapped around me. When I was entirely inside her, she leaned forward with her tits pressed against my chest and kissed me hard. Jocelyn moved her hips in a slow rhythm, around and up and down. Soon she grabbed my hands, pushed up and rocked back and forth. She pressed down pushing me deeper into her slick folds, squeezing me with her internal muscles as our pelvic bones ground together. Jocelyn rode me hard and fast as her orgasm built. We were both sweaty and moaning until we came together. She continued to move her hips as the aftershocks took over her body milking me before she fell forward onto my chest.

I held her in our post orgasmic bliss until we fell asleep and my softening cock slipped out. My last thought was this was the woman I Motorcycle sex stories. I woke up parched in the dark hotel room. I reached out to touch Jocelyn only to find an empty bed. As I sat up, I listened to the eerie silence of the room. I switched on the lamp to confirm what I already knew. She was gone. The clock read five-thirty in the morning.

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I pulled my shorts on and looked around, sure enough, her bag was gone, and the room was empty. I packed my bag, checked out and tried to call her. Her cell phone went to voic. I left message after message and texts for two weeks without a reply. I slipped my helmet on and rode from sunup to sundown. Every time I went to a new town, there was a new girl.

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I made sure they were the opposite of Jocelyn. None of the blonde haired, blued eyed girls would ever be as beautiful as she was. Some of the girls that made it to my trailer, but I never wanted to see them again. I pistoned my cock deep into her.

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She wanted it hard and fast. She was just another nameless, faceless rut slut in a long line of them. Every town had them. They came to every event big or small. Of course, she would have preferred if I was Dungey or Tomac, but at the end of the day, as long as she got my name added to her list of conquests, she was happy. Fuck me harder! I kept fucking her, pulling out and slamming back into her as her walls gripped my cock.

I was going to blow my load soon. The crowd outside roared as the first riders passed the white flag. Fuck if I remembered. Unceremoniously, I pulled out while I turned, slipped off the condom and Motorcycle sex stories up my pants.

Now I need to get back to my crew to prepare my bike. I showed her out of my trailer as she was already preparing her story for the others. She was with Adam the Great. None of them would ever be her. None would be my Jocelyn. She Motorcycle sex stories the only one to ever know me. She was the one person to ever get into my head and heart. I stepped out of my trailer to the smells of exhaust fumes, two-cycle oil, and gas.

I looked around; this was my home. Dirt bikes are my life. I looked up at the blazing sun as I reached into my bag for my shades I almost missed the pink and black Fox jersey and that blonde ponytail. Could it be her? I stopped and stared. The blonde had disappeared behind a trailer.

Feeling my gut clench I walked closer as I tried to see if it was her when a helmeted figure roared down the track. All I could see was her back. That black and pink Jersey could be anyone, but I knew it was her. The way she maneuvered the bike, I could tell. As I listened to the announcer call out the names for the next race, I stood frozen in place. I had my own race to get ready for. My crew was looking for me as I stood in the middle of all these people unable to move. Finally, I turned towards my own bike, looked it over quickly, glad I could trust my crew to make sure it was ready.

I knew I needed to get my head in the game. After the race, I could think about this.

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