The bell chimes the end of the prison sentence that is high school and the start of two full days of raw, carnal, rage fueled madness. James dumps his...senior history book into his locker and grabs his helmet. Walking to his early 60's Harley bike, he sees Carly and her friends. This girl had been trying to impress him sense he got his gauges in eighth grade."Hey, Carly! Off my bike! NOW!" he barked."Oh, hi James!" she forces out. "I didn't realize this was your motorcycle. It is nice. You know,. . .” I whined, and I heard him laugh.“Then why are you moving your hips on your own?”I opened my eyes and glanced down. He wasn’t moving his fingers at all. I was sliding my hips back and forth, inviting him inside me. I was pleasuring myself with him. I bit my lip and glanced up at him, my hips still moving. I stared at him for a long while, and then offered a shaky, naughty smile. He looked shocked, and he took his hands away from me.“Wha---”“If you want it so damn bad just take it,” I said,. My head fell back into a flood of ecstasy. This was a risk on so many levels and that added and hindered the excitement brewing. This was a public business, I was married, and I was several years younger. I could not manage a single rational thought let alone focus on three. I did what my body desired and let myself become lost in this feeling he was giving me. As his hand slipped into my jeans I moved to give him more access, my legs spread wider, one resting over his. Wanton was never a word. She opened her mouth wide, and was rewarded when one last good dollop landed on her tongue!Lying on her back on the chilly floor, Lisa stared upward as her heart rate slowly returned to normal. To her utter amazement, she saw a glistening blob of fluid hanging suspended near the overhead light. She had scored a hit on the ceiling! As she watched, it stretched slowly, and dropped onto her quivering breasts. "Good God above!" she managed to gasp. "No man alive ever shot off like that!"She closed.