Jim's Bike Part 2
Trio doing something right for a change
Part 2 by: Iontiger, Assisted by Ross Sauer and Scrapper BlackDragon
I can imagine that there will come a time when the trio will succeed
by not making Jim angry. They'll be helpful and not screw things up.
No pun intended. In other words they'll eventually succeed in
repairing things such as motorcycles.
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One day, while Jim was asleep on the couch, the skunkette trio
sneaked back into the garage to take one last crack at repairing Jim's
motorcycle. With a book on "Motorcycle Repair and Upgrades" in hand
they set out to surprise Jim by proving to him that they weren't just
a bunch of socially-impaired misfit screw-ups.
Three hours later and with the right tools and equipment the ladies
full of oil and grime stood back to admire their work. Not so much
repair as create new motorcycle.
Jim, courtesy of hearing a great deal of noise, was forcibly
awakened and wondered what the trio was up to this time. With blood
boiling in his veins, he stormed back into the garage wondering out
loud what the girls were doing to his bike this time around.
The, girls fearing Jim was on another one of his warpath rampages,
shrank into the right side corner of the garage.
Right before Jim said another word, he just stood and stared in
complete amazement at what the skunk-girls did to his motorcycle.
The motorcycle had a new look thanks to the girls.
It looked like a futuristic vehicle designed to raise hell.
The motorcycle was given a 1000horsepower turbo-ignition engine
system, with a top speed of 300mph and it had a boosted range of 800
miles.
The seat was now configured to hold four individuals instead of one
and it had 4 built in 400-Watt speakers with an mp-3, cd player-radio.
He slowly walked toward the tricked out motorcycle and caressed the
handlebars, took out motorcycle keys from his pocket and put them in
the ignition. Jim then proceeded to sit on the main seat of the
Turbo-cycle and turned the engine from off to on. With a loud roar,
the engine came to life.
As he sat there with the engine revving beneath him, he turned and
looked at the girls and calmly asked Lori what type of fuel did the
Turbo-cycle use. She replied "propane".
He looked at her and said "Propane, my motor cycle now takes propane
as a fuel"?
Lori, preparing herself for an outburst of biblical proportions,
quietly said "yes" and looked down.
Jim-"Ah, how many miles per gallon?"
Lori replied-" I think we rebuilt it to have 100miles per gallon if
you travel at the maximum speed limit".
Jim-"Oh I see."
Jim, realizing for the first time what has happened, turned off the
engine got off the motorcycle and walked over to the girls and just
looked at them.
He took his right arm, put it around Lori's waist and gave Lori a
cordial hug. He whispered into her left ear "Thank-you", Lori looked
up in surprise and saw him smiling. She and the other two ladies
smiled back.
Jim then took two steps back and said " Once you girls clean up the
mess in the garage and just as well you get yourselves cleaned up,
I'll give you a ride on my motorcycle".
The girls looked at each other in surprise that they weren't going
to be reprimanded and smiled back at Jim.
Lori, Onyx and Natasha nodded at Jim and proceeded to clean up the
garage with Jim helping.
Four hours later after cleaning up the garage and taking their own
hot showers to cleanse themselves of the dirt and grime, Jim, Lori,
Natasha, and Onyx sat in their pre-assigned seats, Onyx sat in the
rear, Natasha sat in front of Onyx, Lori sat in front of Natasha and
Jim sat in the drivers seat front of Lori.
With a loud bang and roar from the Turbo-cycles engine Jim drove his
newly improved motorcycle slowly out of the garage into the late
afternoon light to enjoy a romp on the streets of Florida. Just a few
feet out of the garage, he brought the turbo cycle to a speed of 150
miles per hour.
Jim forced the turbo-cycle into an 8g turn to the right, and the
muffler emitting 3 sonic booms during the high gee turn, and giving
the ladies quite a scare. All three ladies gave a blood-curdling
scream as if their lives depended on it. Onyx sitting in the rear
yelled out "Hey Jim, there's that skateboarder again!" "How'd he climb
the lamp-post so fast?"
Jim was oblivious to what Onyx was saying since he was busy
getting a feeling on how his supped up ride responded to the road
conditions as well as loving every minute of it.
In a matter of a few minutes, Jim had the turbo-cycle on the
highway.
He then remembered that the girls had a funny way of having orgasms
when dealing with vibrating objects such as the motorcycle.
Lori unlike Natasha or Onyx was the most vulnerable since she was
wearing a miniskirt; a bikini top and being the one closest to the
engine, Natasha and Onyx both sitting a little far from the engine
were both wearing summer shorts and tight fitting slightly revealing
tank tops. Thirty minutes into the ride, Lori started to moan and to
avoid falling off the motorcycle she immediately put her two hands
around Jim's stomach and preceded to hug him tightly pressing her
chest with her rock hard nipples to Jim's back and she put her muzzle
to Jim's right ear.
Jim meanwhile enjoying the thrill of unbelievable speed felt two
hands grabbing hold of his stomach, hearing a loud moan and wetness
coming from Lori. Natasha and Onyx soon followed with their own
orgasms and screams of ecstasy and screams of fear fearful of getting
involved in a body mutilating crash.
All Jim could do was smile and bit his lower lip to refrain
from giggling as well as screaming because the feeling was mutual.
He then gunned the engine to a new speed of 235 mph and drove by a
police cruiser that was parked behind a billboard. The police cruiser
consisted of two police officers that were by sheer luck snoozing on
the job.
One hour and thirty minutes later Jim found himself driving along
side a group of women and at a safe reduced speed. All four noticed
that one of the biker women was wearing a leather jacket that said
"Neo-Fascists Lesbians from Hell." The women bikers didn't know what
to make of the odd foursome either. Onyx being her mischievous self
and with only one inch to spare leaned over to her left and put her
snout in front of the leather jacket clad lady's face and with an evil
smile showing her sharp canine teeth yelled out to the motorcycle gang
and in front of that lady, " BI-SEXUALISM RULES!"
As a result of Onyx's statement the leather jacket clad lady
lost control of her motorcycle and ended up forcing her motorcycle
gang of 50 motorcyclists into a pile of manure and hay that was
sitting on the right side of the highway. The manure and hay was a
scene of a previous accident that consisted of a classic Chevrolet
vehicle hitting a manure truck while chasing what seemed to be a
flying saucer.
All Jim could do was yell out "OH holy shit!" and gunned the
motor to the maximum top speed of 300 miles per hour with hopes of
avoiding a lynch mob, even though it felt like they were doing one
time the speed of sound.
Two hours later with all four yahooing and laughing Jim drove his
Turbo-cycle up the drive way and back into the garage.
After Jim turned off the engine and put down the kickstand all 4got
off the vehicle and Onyx and Natasha with their hips swaying left and
right, walked back into the house. Lori walked to the garage door and
closed it. Lori took a quick look at Jim and she smiled at him, her
face lightly blushed and fast walked to catch up to the other two
ladies.
Jim turned around to face the motorcycle. He turned his head
left and right in a gesture of saying no a few times and could only
smile while trying to suppress a laugh. He turned around to face the
door that led into the house and walked out of the garage and closed
the door to the garage.
Jim for the first time was a very happy man.
The next morning when Jim walked to his car to drive to work, he
discovered where all the 'extra parts' for his bike were sourced.
Before his temper could rise, he considered the alternative.
A wicked and mischievous smile crossed Jim's face as the thought of
'blasting' to work on his new 'warp-factor-weapon' crossed his mind.
He headed to the garage to gear up and set a new lap-record for
getting to work.
---My first attempt at a short story.--- story created by Lance Hughes
a.k.a: Iontiger.
Assisted and Co-authored by Ross Sauer and Scrapper BlackDragon
Their input has been embedded into this fourth revision. They also
have my permission to expand revise the story to make it funny and
more interesting if needed.
James Hardiman copyrights skunkworks and its characters
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iontiger_at_yahoo.com
Received on Thu May 09 2002 - 20:34:12 CDT