0 comments/ 11612 views/ 2 favorites Bike By: chimerra "Vroom!" I laugh in pure pleasure at the impatient growl of the motorcycle's engine when I rev it while at the red light. It's a bona-fide beautiful, spring day, and I'm taking full advantage of it! The light turns green and I spur the bike on, enjoying the burst of pure power between my legs, and my body reacts appropriately... * * * * * You pull your car to a stop at the red light. Your eyes stray to the glistening black Harley FXSTS Springer Softail ahead of you in the next lane that has been going your way for the last few blocks. As you observe the rider, you find that you're glad the bike hasn't moved into a turn lane. The rider is obviously female: her black leather shorts hug her shapely upper-thighs and ass. You can't see much of the top of her due to the leather jacket, and a black helmet hides her head. On her hands are black leather half-gloves. But what stands out most are the heeled, black leather boots that climb up to - and just over - her knees. She's every man's wet dream in the flesh! The rider revs the engine in anticipation of the green light and then shoots away when the light finally smiles at her. You find that you're impatient for the car ahead of you to move. "Let's go!" you mutter as the car finally begins to pick up speed (more likely because of the sight of you bearing down on them than anything). But the motorcycle is still in view up ahead. You pause, realizing that you're trying to follow her. But why not? You had no real plans for the day -- you just wanted to get out for a while. Besides, you're slightly curious.... You try to be as inconspicuous as possible as you follow the route of the biker. You admire the way she handles the bike: how her body moves with it on curves and turns, how her hands seem to caress the bike instead of simply operating it, and the way she simply plants one heeled boot on the ground to brace the bike as she stops. You find yourself musing at this handling ease, and fleetingly wonder how she'd handle a man as your body begins to tense up in arousal... She finally turns into a parking lot. You glance up to view her destination - a Harley Shop, of course. You hesitate, noting that she's parked right next to the store, and then carefully enter the lot, taking a space farther out. You kill the engine and watch as she swings one leather-clad leg over the bike, gracefully dismounting, and reaches to remove the helmet. Her back is practically to you as the light brown hair tumbles down to hang just below her shoulders. When she turns to stow her helmet on the back of the bike, your mouth drops open at the sight of a familiar face! * * * * * I stop the bike and sit for a moment, barely noticing the car that pulled into the lot shortly after me. Finally, I dismount the bike, loving the way my reflection looks in the glass of the store. Who would've thought that I could be so at-home in leather and on a motorcycle? I pull the helmet from my head, shaking it slightly as my long, brown hair tumbles free, and turn to stow my helmet on my bike. I see the now-parked car out of the corner of my eye and wonder why the driver hasn't gotten out yet. I glance up in curiosity... and do a double take. What in the world are YOU doing here? * * * * * You lean your head back and chuckle. Leave it to me to throw you a loop! You watch as I stride easily towards you, leather hugging my every curve, save for my jacket. Your body shifts into overdrive at the sight. I approach to your open window, give you a sultry look, and say "Rake those eyes over my body again. I could almost feel them caressing me right through the leather!" I ask what you're up to for the day. Nothing? "Would you like to be up to something?", I ask with a pointed look at your bulging crotch and a frisky grin. You grin back, your eyes taking on a glint, and you tell me you think you could handle that. We laugh and I ask whether you want to stick around until I take care of my business here. You're not really into that, so I decide on an alternate plan. You watch my hand move to open my jacket, and you find yourself salivating slightly as I undo the snaps and go to the zipper. I enjoy the look of interest on your face as I slowly lower the fastener. You watch as the zipper reveals... skin. Skin at my neck, skin on my chest, skin as the zipper approaches my breasts. Your cock gives a lurch in anticipation. Would I really reveal myself to you in a parking lot? I smile in amusement and then quickly lower the zipper all the way until my jacket hangs open, revealing a black leather push-up bra which encases my pert breasts, giving me a decent amount of cleavage for my size. You also note that the shorts are hip-huggers, stopping just below my navel. You briefly close your eyes and utter a low groan at the show of skin. "Thank you," I respond with a smile as I reach into an inside pocket and produce a pen and small notepad to jot something down. I hand you a key and a slip of paper with an address on it before returning the pen and pad to my pocket and zip my jacket back up. "Meet you there in an hour?" You agree. Then I move to whisper in your ear, "I'm SO hungry for that body of yours." I run my tongue around the outer ridge of your ear before I back up, wink and turn to walk towards the store. * * * * * You leave the parking lot and drive around for a while longer, wondering when in the world I got a bike. And that leather! You laugh out loud, shaking your head. You suddenly find yourself imagining what you'd like to do to me while wearing just the boots, and your hardened rod gives a leap of approval. Then you wonder if I'd get into something like that. Somehow, you figure I would. You laugh at that knowledge and enjoy the feeling of your cock, huge beneath the confines of your jeans, knowing that the tension will be gone by the time we get done with each other. After some time, you head to the address on the paper. An apartment building. My bike is nowhere in sight, so you head to the apartment, let yourself in and look around. It's decorated in soft, neutral tans and blues. You take in the stereo system and collection of CDs, the 27-inch television with DVD, and the simple, natural wood-based furnishings. You choose a comfy-looking chair and sit down to wait. Soon, you hear my key in the door and come out into the living area to greet me. My jacket is open, giving you another view of what's underneath. I look at you hungrily and you step back to let me into the room. I drop a small leather pack and the two helmets I'm carrying on the entry table. I turn to find you looking at the helmets and tell you that I thought you might want to take a ride later. You grin and decide that that could be very enjoyable! We stand there for a moment, both of us feeling a bit awkward. You watch me as my eyes travel over your body and my breathing quickens. I return my gaze to your darkened eyes and I feel the wetness pooling between my legs. I hold your gaze and tell you that I want you like I've never wanted anyone before. "But," I add, "This leather has really done a job on me. Would you mind if I hopped into the shower?" You smile as I turn to walk into the bedroom. You follow. Moving to stand directly in front of me, you bring your hands up to slide my jacket off my body, taking in the sight of what's left of my outfit. Your hands glide over my hips and then grasp them firmly as you pull me against you and let me feel your hardness. I moan into your ear as I feel the wetness pool between my legs. You glance up and notice the mirror above the low dresser reflecting the back of me, and you let go of my hips to stroke firmly up my back and then over my buttocks, as you watch your every move in the mirror. You allow me to unzip and remove my boots before your right hand moves to my left hip and the zipper you felt there earlier. You lower it slowly, again stroking my back and ass with your left hand. When the zipper is all the way open, you move your hands to the top of the shorts to push them down my body, revealing the black g-string beneath them. You lower your hands to the newly-exposed flesh and watch yourself stroke my ass slowly, making me groan. You turn me around so that my back is against your chest. When I see our reflections in the mirror, my eyes go wide. But then I simply watch, enraptured, as you begin to slide your hands over my body, leaving a trail of flames, and making me shiver at the same time. Your throbbing shaft is rigid against my back, making me very willing to forget about the shower. My eyes stray from your hands to your eyes where your fervent gaze locks with mine and holds me entranced. You move your hands to my back where you unclasp my bra and remove it from my body. When I feel your hands smooth over my breasts, I can only gasp, close my eyes, and lean my head back against your shoulder, reveling in the friction of your skin against mine. My nipples immediately react to your touch, hardening into pert nubs. You pinch them and twist them gently, and I whisper words that urge you on. You repeat your actions, a little harder this time, and I again cry out, loving the pleasure/pain... I open my eyes when I feel your hands skim down my body and begin to slide my g-string down over my hips. Your eyes are intent on your ministrations. You inhale sharply as you uncover my trimmed bush, and my reddened nipples pucker even more in response to the air on my ear and neck. My panties fall to my feet and you immediately lower one hand to explore my moist heat as you hold a breast in the other. You groan when you find how wet I am -- my juices have already begun to spread to my thighs. You play in my wetness before dipping one.... two.... three fingers into my depths. I cry out and move restlessly, the pressure on your cock making you moan. But then you begin thrusting your fingers into me over and over again, and I can do nothing but feel. You drop your other hand to join in, dampening your fingers and placing them over my clit, gently but firmly rubbing in circles over it. You watch me in the mirror as my body begins to undulate against you as I begin my quick ascent towards my orgasm. I cry out freely in pleasure and in need of release. When my legs begin to give out, you take my weight against you, never pausing your movements. My hips begin to grind as I feel myself cresting, and then I gasp loudly as my body snaps, riding out my orgasm against you. When I calm down, you remove your fingers from my pussy. I immediately turn around and drop down, quickly releasing the closure of your jeans. I shove the coarse materiel down, along with your briefs, slide my hands around your legs until I'm grasping your ass, and immediately take you into my mouth. No preliminaries, no sweet torture, just the hunger of a woman who has been dreaming of tasting you. Your hands go to my head as I suck ravenously on your phallus, and you thrust into my mouth again and again, sliding deeply into my throat. I groan in pleasure at your eagerness, and the vibrations go straight up your cock and down into your engorged balls. I feel you swelling in my mouth, so I apply pressure on your rear and you willingly stop thrusting as your orgasm overtakes you. You come hard and deep into my throat and I willingly take everything you have to give, drinking in every last drop of your delicious juices. I hold you in my mouth until I'm sure you'll be able to stand when I release you. Your cock is still amazingly erect, and I just shake my head in awe. When I rise, I smile in amusement at the sight of you standing there in only your T-shirt and then ask if you'd like to join me in the shower. You follow me into the bathroom, stripping off the rest of your clothes on the way. The water is warm against our skin. You manage to grab the soap first, and lather me up from top to bottom, washing every inch of me and turning me on even more than I already am. Of course I return the favor, sliding my soapy hands all over your body, worshipping you while washing every plain and crevice. More than once during our bathing, you trap me against the wall of the shower, sliding your wet and/or soapy chest against mine and nipping at my ears, shoulders, neck, or breasts. After we're done, we dry each other off thoroughly you follow me back into the room. Halfway to the bed, I stop abruptly, turn to you, and look you straight in the eye. "Eat me" I demand. Your blood boils, and your eyes darken. You push me backward towards the bed until I'm sitting on the edge. You drop down onto your knees, open my legs, and dive in! My pleasure-filled moans fill the air as soon as you begin. Your lips and tongue dance expertly up and down my thighs and over the skin in between. You delve into my depths with your tongue and then part my lips on your way to my clit. When I start squirming, you take my legs in your hands to hook my knees over your shoulders, reach down to grab my ass, and suck my pussy lips into your mouth again and again before releasing them to concentrate on my clit. My cries become louder and more wanton as you run your tongue around and around the bud before taking it into your mouth and releasing it repeatedly. Then you place your tongue directly on the nub and move it in tiny circles. That's all it takes. I cry out your name and tell you that I'm going to cum just before moaning hoarsely in release. When you pull back from me, I immediately catch your face in my hands and bring my mouth to yours to taste my cream on your lips. When I finally release you, you stand up, and I see that your cock is again at full attention. It's a damn good thing because I need a good hard fuck, and I tell you so. I hold my hand out to you and you join me on the bed. I lie you back, run my hands all over your body and nip at your chest, neck, and shoulders. Then I straddle you and slide slowly and gratefully down onto your marble-hard cock, moaning all the way. I stay still for a few moments, savoring the way you fill me. I test you with my muscles and you gasp in response to the tiny movements rippling around you. I lean over and run my tongue over your lips and then tell you that you feel SO good inside of me. Absolutely incredible! I close my eyes and grind my hips down onto you, relishing your fullness inside of me, and I kiss you, groaning into your mouth at my pleasure. But you need more. You place a hand on one of my knees, straightening it, and roll me over onto my back, withdrawing slightly and then ramming home. "YES!" I cry out. My voice is full of urgency, "Fuck me! Shove your cock deep into my cunt! I need it so bad!" You pound into me again and again with the urgency of someone who needs release more than the air they breathe. Your groans mingle with my cries, and we sound like a couple of wild animals fighting for supremacy. I'm completely incoherent. Nothing else exists but you, and me, and the soft surface we're laying on. There's no today, no tomorrow, no passage of time, nothing but the feel of your cock rubbing against every inch of my insides. And then I cum, my muscles again rippling around you convulsively, throwing you over the edge as you explode, spurting your spunk deep inside me. Minutes go by. I don't notice my frantic breathing. I don't notice your weight on top of me. I only know the pleasure of the tingling in my body from an amazingly explosive release. Long minutes go by before we stir. You grudgingly move off of me and we both fall into a welcome sleep. Some time later, I feel you stir and rise. I open my eyes to find you looking at me with a hungry look in your eyes. I return the look and then you chuckle, "The body is willing but the flesh is weak." What do you know, you DO relax! I grin back at you and then suggest just the remedy for this situation. At your curious look, I mention the motorcycle helmets... It was a long, fast, and wonderfully bumpy ride! Bike Accident Hearing a light murmur from her, I lower my book to see if she is finally awake or simply fighting her dreams as she has for the past few hours. This time however, I see her eyes flutter. She is coming to. I set down the book and kneel by her side. She seems quite startled as she notices me, but still not strong enough to overreact. She speaks softly, "What happened?". I reply, "You were riding your bike as you have every night. Only this time you were cut off by a car as you began to cross the street." I brushed her hair from her face. "You swerved to the side and lost your balance, fell to the ground, and smacked your head on the curb pretty hard. Guess you lost consciousness immediately." I waited for her to respond as she seemed to gather her thoughts. "It was blue right?" she asked. "Yes." I acknowledged, with a smile. As she continued to find her way thru the haze I stood up, "I'll get you some water, be right back." She smiled, "thank you." As I walked away. I returned to see a look of concern and fear in her face, she must have realized she was strapped down to the bed. Her face flushed white and yet I could see her trying to remain calm. Before she could speak I attempted to make sense of the moment. "Sorry for the restraints, I didn't want you wandering off if you awoke and I was asleep. Plus I wasn't sure if anything else might be damaged besides the small cuts and scrapes from the fall." She seemed to take what I said to be true, I could see the tension in her body reduce slowly. Having bound her arms to her sides and her feet to the end of the bed, I could only imagine her thoughts while I was getting her drink. I freed one arm to allow her to drink. "How did I get to this place." She inquired. "I was watching from above the street. The main window of my 3rd floor apartment has a nice view of the area." I sat down on the side of the bed, admiring her from up close for the first time since I knew her. "I saw you fall, so I sprinted down to check on you. I told onlookers that I knew you as to not involve an ambulance. I wasn't sure if you had insurance." She was glancing around the room as I spoke, surveying her surroundings. I wasn't sure she was quite ready to absorb all of this. "I'm grateful for your help, but why not get a doctor to check me?" She spoke softly and with worry still in her voice. "I examined you, I took First Aid in the boy scouts. I'm sure from the looks of things you didn't break anything. It was just a small fall. I'd say your still perfect." Realizing my slip up too late, I could only smile and hope it was received well. "You said earlier that you saw me riding my bike, as usual? How long have you been watching me?" She seemed curious suddenly. I could see the tension gone from her body completely. And a slight blush came over her face. "I apologize, I wasn't stalking or anything. I noticed you ride by a few weeks ago on your bike while I was bringing in groceries." I paused to look her over. "I was quite taken by you immediately, but you were gone so fast I didn't have a chance to even think. Then a few days later I saw you again from the window. Same time, same route." Pausing again, realizing now was my chance. "I began watching for you every night, admiring you as you strolled by. A simple masterpiece, not a care in the world. I envied your freedom to roam." Eying her now with fierce desire. Not yet, I kept telling myself. "Speaking of freedom....." She said, referring to the restraint's I'm sure. "Why would you have these here?" Her mood seeming interested and relaxed now. "Oh, it's a..." choosing my words carefully, "sort of hobby of mine. But you seem to be fine now. No need for them right now." Right now, no. But maybe another time, I can only hope. I reached to free her other arm, but she grabbed my arm with her free hand. "I think you shouldn't do that yet. Instead, check me over again. Make sure everything is working properly. I was asleep, maybe you couldn't tell if there was something wrong since I couldn't respond." Her eyes filled with eagerness and energy. I grinned, my hints were being received completely. "Well, we should restrain your other arm again then, as a precaution of course. She nodded in agreement. I refastened the straps. She let out a slight moan. I glanced at her eyes, acknowledging her sound. "First, we should check your legs." I gently touched her left thigh, feeling her shiver a little. Slowly running my fingers down past her knees, across her soft skin. Switching to the other leg, noticing her tense up with anticipation. "Hmm... legs seem fine. But," pulling a small pair of scissors from the dresser "I think a closer look..." cutting thru the sides of her khaki shorts and clipping the thin, laced purple panties. "there, now I can inspect you better." Pushing her legs apart slightly to find her moist, deliciously scented, soft flesh before me. I feel her body tighten as she holds her breathe. I lean down and kiss the top of her clit, hearing her gasp with pleasure. "I think I've found a problem, but I'm sure I can massage this out." I looked up at her face as I place my tongue firmly against her pink flesh, watching her bite her lip. In one small flick of the tongue I gather some of her sweet juice in my mouth. Enraging myself with the taste of her. Slowly, I begin kissing, licking, sucking, massaging her clit with my tongue. I feel her body start to quiver and shake in delight. Over and over, grinding my tongue into her. Her smell consuming me, her taste only making me crave her more. I hear her unleash a moan from the center of her chest, filled with ecstasy. Then a sudden shudder from her whole body and a gush of sweet wetness bursting thru the warm lips of her pussy. Reaching up find her erect nipples, I pinch them. Softly at first, but then firmly. Twisting them enough to show her the kind of pain I plan on give her. She thrusts her hips forward into my face, mumbling as best she can, "more please, don't stop. I want more!". Not wanting to disappoint, I twist harder, and continue to give her clit a firm tongue lashing. Again she shivers, gushing all over my face. Again, then again. Then a scream "fuck me, I need your cock inside me. Please fuck me!!" she howled with lust and desire in her voice. Shaking a finger in the air, "I will decide when you can have my cock, not you young Ash." She stared momentarily, then realized I must have looked thru her pockets and saw her license. How else could I have known her name. "Please!" she begged. "I must finish your examine first." I explained. Moving my body on top of hers, kissing her soft skin from waist to chest. I stopped briefing at each ample breast, kissing and biting each nipple. I could hear her moans and gasps, torn between pleasure and pain. I proceed up to her neck, kissing and licking her skin. Her taste so unique, so splendid. I whisper in her ear, "lets see if they work." Glancing down again at the mounds of flesh on her torso. She nods in agreement. Shredding my clothes in a flash, I straddle her upper body. Placing my cock in the center of her breast bone and pushing her breasts together to engulf my manhood between them. Slowly thrusting back and forth, pinching her nipples with my fingers. She grins up at me, seeing the pleasure in my face. I grin back. "Perhaps a small sample has been earned." I say to her, she deserves at least a small taste after the mouthfuls she gave to me. "Try this", I whisper to her as I wipe a small amount of pre-cum from the tip of my cock. I hold my finger above her mouth as she leans forward to engulf it. "I want it, you said I could have it." she said. She hungered to taste my flavor. I kiss her lips for the first time. "Yes, you have earned a taste." I tell her, then place my finger on her tongue. She clamps her lips around it, sucking it hard. Devouring the cum instantly, sucking my finger as if it were my cock like she may get more cum from it somehow. "More, I need more." She begs. I warn her, "You get what I give you, and you will wait patiently for more or you will get none." I speak firmly. A hint of fear in her eyes, "Yes sir." She replies. "No, Ash. I am no sir to you." With a dominate command I inform her, "I am your Master, and you will speak to me as such." This overwhelms her, pushing her into her place in this world. Arching her back, rolling her hips into me. "Yes my Master, I do as you say and only you." She submits herself to me. "Now, I think you understand. And for that...." and remove myself from over her. Grabbing the bindings of her feet and removing them, "you shall be rewarded for your obedience." Now she will be mine. Hooking her legs with my arms, I bend her in half, pressing her knees to the sides of her ribs. Exposing her pussy completely, I slide myself inside her. Just as I expected. Tight, gripping lips wrapped around my firm, thick, long meat. Barely able to push all of me inside her. She hasn't know the true pleasure of a good fuck. She gasps as my cock fills every possible spot inside her. She panics as she tries to allow all of me inside. "Relax, I will give you all of it, you earned it." Trying to reassure her I will not stop. "Yes, all of it, I want it all inside me!" she begs. I ease myself out one more time, then thrust forward piercing thru her hot, wet, flesh. She moans loudly, finally feeling me deep inside her. I thrust in and out again. Pounding myself against her, over and over. She thrashes wildly beneath me. "Yes Master, have your way with me!!" she screams as she begins to orgasm from the penetration of my cock. "Yes my Ash, cum for me, and I shall cum for you." as I release myself inside her cunt. Both of us orgasming in unison. Moan after moan, scream after scream. A massive pile of flesh and ecstasy as we became one. I collapse into her. Freeing her arms. "Thank you my dear Ash." I whisper to her. She wraps her arms around me. "Thank you my Master." She replies sweetly. I kiss her deeply and passionately. I am no normal master. I seek a love that will submit to me, that I may pleasure more than she pleasures me. For my love shall be rewarded for her submission. Bike Club Initiation Weekend Pt. 01 Hi, I'm Lisa. I'm 24 and married to Mike who is six years older than me and a wonderful husband. Though I am young, I have been told that I have "old fashion" values. I believe that when you get married, you are married for life. I also believe that it is the wife's job to keep her husband happy no matter what she needs to do whether it is comfortable for her or not. This is a series of story about how I went beyond my comfort zone to make Mike happy. At least part of what I wrote here is true. It is up to you to determine which parts. Lisa ----------------------------------------------- Mike and I met 3 years ago at a motorcycle rally. The first time that I saw him, I thought he was really hot and his Harley was even hotter. A mutual friend introduced us and in no time, we were dating. Our favorite thing to do was to take long rides on his Harley. Before long, we were a couple and were riding ever weekend that the weather permitted. Two months after we started dating, I moved into his house and a year later we were married. It was not your traditional wedding ceremony. We got married on the beach at Sunset with 50 of our closest friends and their bikes. After the ceremony ended, we all headed to the community center at a friend's apartment complex for one hell of a party. The Club that we rode with was your typical weekend Bikers out for a good time. They were mostly professional guys and gals out to let off some steam from a grueling week. That meant lots of beer, boobs, and whooping it up. There were a lot of hot chicks in the Club and I didn't want Mike looking around too much so I would try to be sexy for him. We participated in some of the Biker contest at the events and Mike was all too eager to buy me anything leather that I wanted. While I was not nearly as wild as a lot of the girls at the events, I would occasionally flash my tits or give another girl a peck on their lips. Mike always enjoyed it when I would push my limits and put on a show for him. Recently, a small group of guys approached Mike about joining their elite Club. It was only 5 couples and they were looking for one more couple to join them. We knew the couples from Rally's we went to and they always had the wildest bikes, coolest toys, and seemed like they had the most fun. The thing that struck me the most was the incredible bond they had between them. The guys seemed like brothers and the gals seemed like sisters. The fact that they were a young good looking group didn't hurt either. I remember the night that Mike told me that they had pulled him aside and offered us an invitation to join their Club. He was all excited that they wanted us as members. He said that they invited us to go on a kind of probationary 3 day Run in two weeks. They said that if we fit in with everyone, then they would offer us a formal invitation to join. They said that it was also up to us if we wanted to become part of their group. We both thought it was cool and for the next two weeks, it seemed like that was all Mike talked about. I could tell this was a big deal for him. All week, he worked on getting the Harley ready. He cleaned it up until it looked perfect. It was a hot summer day and we met the group for breakfast at a local restaurant. All of them were so easy going and welcoming. After breakfast, they explained that we would be riding out to the Club's Retreat about an hour away. It was a great day and the ride was wonderful. When we arrived, we turned off the main country road onto a dirt road with a gate. There were no markings on the gate but it contained a large padlock. One of the guys unlocked the lock and opened the gate and we all road in. We rode for several minutes before coming to a beautiful secluded cabin and a small lake. Off to the side was a gazebo with an outdoor kitchen and large table. Mike was taken back on how nice everything was. It was obvious that somebody in the group had a lot of money to afford a place like this. Bob was the guy that initially approach Mike with the invitation to join and it appeared that this was his and his wife's (Mary) place. They gave us a tour and explained that they owned 50 acres and that Club members were welcome to use the place anytime they weren't. The place was simply amazing. By the time we got back, everyone was settling in. Since it was so hot, the wife's all changed out of their leathers and into their skimpy bikinis. The guys were busy firing up the outdoor grille. Beers for the guys and Margaritas for the girls. Pretty soon, I could smell the marijuana in the air. Mike had told me that he had smoked it in the past but I had never tried it. It is not that I had anything against it, it was just that the time was never right. I was getting pretty relaxes from the Margaritas when Mike came over and checked on me. He had a joint in his hand and asked me if I wanted to try some. He put it to his lips and lit it drawing in on it. I was a little uneasy since we were with a group that I didn't really know that well but with Mike there, I figured that I had nothing to worry about. He passed me the joint and told me to just inhale a little bit. I did as he said and it was quite smooth. We passed the joint back and forth several times before he said that was enough for the first time and put it out. Very shortly, I started to feel strange. It wasn't a bad feeling, quite the opposite. Mike asked me how I felt and I snickered and said that I thought I was getting high. I could see a subtle change in his expression and could tell he was getting high also. I looked around and realized that I was the only wife that had not removed her top. Even I had to admit that all those naked tits were a turn-on. Mike leaned over and kissed me. Not a subtle kiss but more of a masculine "I want you" kiss. With that, he reached behind me and untied my bikini top and pulled it off of me. I knew what he wanted and what I needed to do to please him. I reached down and undid the tie on either side of my bikini bottoms. "Do you want to take these off too?" I asked him. With a grin, he pulled them off exposing me for all to see. Mike likes me to keep my pussy shaved and I was a little self-conscious for all to see my bald pussy. The soft breeze felt exciting on my exposed skin. I looked around and it appeared that everyone was in various stages of getting naked. One girl was taking it even further by openly sucking on her man. This surprised me as while there is a lot of skin and flirting at the bike rally's we had been to, we had never seen any overt sexual activity. I must say that I was mesmerized by the girl sucking her husband's dick. "Does watching them excite you?" Mike asked. I didn't answer but just kept staring. The guy took hold of her head and was slowly fucking her mouth with his hard cock. I could feel a tingle between my legs as I was getting turned on. I felt Mike take my hand and guide it to his cock. Touching it surprised me back to my senses and I turned toward him. He had removed his swim trunks and was standing in front of me naked. His cock was sticking straight out. I looked up at Mike and smiled as I slid my lips over his cock. I think the pot amplified my exhibitionism and I wanted to put on a show for the other Club members and make Mike proud of me. With my free hand, I pushed it down my stomach until I find my clit and slowly started to play with myself. I concentrated on giving Mike a great blowjob. As I stroked his cock with my mouth, I became aware that several other couples had come over and now were standing very close to us watching us. Both the guys and the girls had lust in their eyes. I don't know what got into me but my pussy was on fire and while I love to have Mike cum in my mouth, I decided that I wanted him to cum in my pussy. At that point, I didn't care who watched us fuck and in fact, the fact that they were watching us made me even wetter. I let Mike's cock slip from my lips. Mike let out an audible groan. I stood up and bend forward putting my hands on the lounger to steady myself. I turned my head toward Mike. "Please fuck my pussy." I knew I was already drenched and didn't need any priming. He took hold of his cock and ran it up and down my slit several times smearing my juices on the head of his cock. His teasing was driving me crazy. I wiggled my ass and finally reached between my legs, took his cock, and guided it into my pussy. With his hands on my hips, he pulled me to him impaling me on his cock. That is all it took for me to start having an orgasm. He fucked me slowly at first but then picked up the pace with fast hard strokes. I came several times and I felt his cock swelling inside me. I knew he was on the verge of coming. "Give me your cum." That is all it took and I felt him tense up and unload his hot cum into my waiting pussy. It seemed like he came forever but then I could feel him start to soften. Mike pulled out of me and I could feel his cum working its way out of me. I stood and turned around to face him and we embraced and kissed. With that, I came back to reality and looked around. Everyone had watched us and all the guys had hard cocks. As we had finished our show, that all were in various stages of fucking. We cuddled on the lounger and watched the show. I was surprised how exciting it was watching others having sex. I must have fallen asleep as when I awoke, I was alone, naked on the lounger. I could hear people in the cabin and figure that is where they were all hanging out. Getting up, I thought I must look like a mess as my hair was in disarray, I had Mike's cum on my legs, and my pussy lips were quite swollen. I wondered over to the clubhouse and at the front door, I looked in. I was shocked at what I saw. (To Be Continued) Bike Club Initiation Weekend Pt. 02 Hi, I'm Lisa. I'm 24 and married to Mike who is six years older than me and a wonderful husband. Though I am young, I have been told that I have "old fashion" values. I believe that when you get married, you are married for life. I also believe that it is the wife's job to keep her husband happy no matter what she needs to do whether it is comfortable for her or not. This is a story about what I did to make Mike happy. This story picks up after Mike and I had wild sex in front of the other 5 couples during our initiation weekend at the Biker Retreat. At least part of what I wrote here is true. It is up to you to determine which parts. Lisa After waking up alone naked on the lounger, I sat up and tried to clear my head. I remembered that Mike and I had intense sex as the other couples watched us. I must admit that while I couldn't believe that we did it in front of everyone, replaying it in my head had me tingling between my legs. The pot had made me do things that I had never done before. Looking around, no one was in sight but I could hear voices inside the cabin. I got to my feet and steadied myself. Walking toward the cabin the voices got louder but I still couldn't make out what was being said. As I approached the door, I could see that everyone was inside. Looking through the screen door, the first thing I saw was my Mike standing there naked with one of the wives on her knees giving him a blowjob. I was instantly in shock. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a girl with her lips around my husband's cock, my cock. I froze and just stared. The next thing I knew, the girl released his cock. She turned around and bent forward. Reaching between her legs, she took his cock and guided it into her pussy. Mike didn't seem to resist and while he wasn't thrusting into her, she definitely was thrusting back against him with vigor. All the other members in the room were routing them on telling him to give her a good fucking. I had heard of Clubs like this and sexual initiations but it never occurred to me that this was one of those clubs. I couldn't believe the range of emotions that ran through my body. I felt betrayed by Mike. How could he do this to me? I opened the screen door quietly and walked into the cabin. Everyone was so engrossed in the show that they didn't notice me. I inched up to Bob, one of the husbands and motioned for him not to say anything. I took the joint from his hand and took a drag on it. Letting out the smoke, I took several more tokes while I thought about what to do next. I know Mike really wanted for us to be accepted into this club. I also knew that I needed, no wanted, to please him and do whatever it took to keep him happy, particularly in the sex department. Even if it meant going beyond my boundaries. I turned back to watching Mike and the other wife fuck. He now had his hands on her hips and was actively thrusting into her. I could tell by the look on his face that he was enjoying it. She started to scream out that she was coming. Mike picked up the pace and she trashed as he continued to fuck her. Finally, he impaled her deeply on his cock and I knew he was cumming. I had made up my mind and with the courage of the pot, it was time to put my plan into action. As I was already naked, I purposely walked forward to the two of them. When Mike saw me, I could see uncertainty in his eyes. I walked up to him and gave him a passionate kiss on the lips. "Is this what you want?" I asked him. He didn't reply, just looked at me with that unsure stare. "I know this will excite you, enjoy the show," I said to him. I turned to the girl that Mike just had sex with. She looked scared. I turned her to face me and then kissed her passionately on the lips. I didn't break the kiss and she kissed be back. I could hear the group encouraging us. After several minutes of our make out session, I guided her to the table and pushed her down on it. I rubbed her tits and kissed down her body. I knew how much it excited Mike when I kissed other girls at Rally's and I was sure that he would really like what I had in mind. Facing Mike, I said "Do you want me to eat your cum from her pussy?" His only response was to reach down and take hold of his wet, limp dick. I lowered my lips to her pussy and started to lick. She was soaking wet with both her juices and Mikes cum. I flicked my tongue over her clit and I felt her twitch. I continued to lick and suck smearing their juices all over my face. I could feel her building to an orgasm and didn't let up until she screamed as she came. I must say that it excited me having that much control over her. She tried to wiggle away but I held onto her forcing her to have several more orgasms. I took my finger and scooped up some of Mike's cum off her pussy. Looking directly at him, I stuck my finger in my mouth and cleaned it off. I noticed that he was getting hard again. "Did you like that?" I asked him. He just stared at me with lust in his eyes. I could see just a hint of a smile on Mike's face. I turned and crawled up on the table laying on my back. I positioned myself so that Mike could see my pussy between my open legs. I started to play with myself all the while staring at Mike. He was slowly stroking himself and his smile started to grow. I turned to the girl that I just made out with. "Who is your husband?" I asked her. She pointed to one of the guys and he raised his hand. "Since you were kind enough to let my husband fuck your wife, I think it is only fair that you get to fuck me." He looked at me and then at Mike. Mike gave him a nod and he advanced toward me. As he got near, I reached out and guided his cock into my mouth. He was already hard and I wondered which wife's juices I was tasting on him. Once I had him as hard as I thought I could get him, I guided him around so he could fuck me. I pulled him toward me and put his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I couldn't believe that I was going to let a guy fuck me and even wilder, he was going to do it in front of my husband. Mike moved around so he had a better view. As he entered me, I let out a groan. His cock was so hard and it almost seemed like it burned me when he entered my pussy. I could tell that he was excited as he immediately started to fuck me hard and fast. I could feel an orgasm building and tried my best no to cum. He kept thrusting into me hard and seemed to hit just the right spot. I could not hold back any longer and the waves of my orgasm rolled over me, I could feel him shoot his hot cum into me. As he started to go limp, he climbed off me leaving me laying there on the table naked with his cum oozing out of my pussy. By now the effects of the pot were starting to wear off and the realization of what I had just done was becoming clear. I put one hand down to cover my pussy. I climbed off the table and went over to Mike. He was sporting the hardest erection I had ever seen him have. I was afraid of what he might do or say but was relied when he pulled me to him and passionately kissed me on the lips. Without the effects of the pot, I was becoming more self-conscious by the minute. I grabbed a blanket from one of the couches and wrapped it around me. By now, there was another couple on the table going at it. Mike and I watched them briefly. I couldn't help but notice Mike's ranging hard-on and knew if I didn't do something about it, somebody else soon would. (to be continued) Bike Delivery Guy I was slogging my way through grad school with no real goal in mind. Most of my friends were trying to line up internships for the summer or some form of "meaningful" employment. I was not so inclined. Instead I took a job as a bike messenger. OK, with the Internet and overnight delivery services this was a career headed for extinction. My job as a bike messenger was to pick up an "urgent" parcel for an office and deliver it to another office; usually only a few blocks away. Sometimes I had to return a receipt to the originator. Learning the ropes was not difficult. We worked mostly in the downtown area and the streets are laid out in a grid; north-south / east-west. Given an address I could quickly find the pick-up and destination. If I couldn't find it, I did carry a book of maps. The job was unsophisticated, minimally challenging and somewhat mindless; however I enjoyed it. Late afternoons were my favorite time. Traffic was heaviest and the parcel always needed to be delivered before the close of business. It was daring and exciting as I dodged pedestrians and vehicles to insure the critical documents were delivered in time; the modern day pony express. So, when I got the call a little past 5:00 PM to deliver an urgent package, I sprang into the saddle and raced to the office of a large law firm. The receptionist stressed the critical nature of the document and that it "must" be signed for that day. She stressed they were "keeping the office open just for these papers". To add to the urgency, the recipient was a small law firm located about 3 miles north of the downtown area. I was familiar with the area. It had been a neighborhood of elegant townhomes years ago but now was divided into a mix of condominium, apartments and professional offices. I picked up the package, confirmed the addresses and promised to deliver it in time. The rush hour traffic was exceedingly heavy and several cross streets impeded my progress. Stop signs and street lights I usually ignored, and irate drivers I usually greeted with a favorite obscene gesture. The 3 miles lay in my wake as I arrived at the address of my destination several minutes before 6:00. I chained my bike and checked the addresses once more and headed for the office. I entered the building with the address and proceeded to suite 200. The lettering on the door did not match the recipient's name. I was not too concerned about this since several of these small firms share office space. The door was locked so I knocked firmly on the glass. A short 40ish woman with light red hair wearing a white blouse and brown skirt emerged from a back office to answer the door. "You're early. I didn't expect you for a few minutes" she said as she led me through the reception area to a small office with a sofa. "Is this good enough?" She motioned me to the sofa and I sat down. As I did she disappeared briefly and returned with a handful of paper towels. I had taken off my satchel and was fishing for the parcel when she returned and knelt before me. I was taken aback by her actions and reacted with a bit of shock. "Relax. You just sit back and I will take care of everything." She sat back and unbuttoned her blouse and let it drop from her arms. It was held up by the belt of her skirt. She was not wearing a bra. "Is that better?" I nodded in response and she began to massage the tops of my thighs. An erection instantly bulged in my pants. "That is better!" she exclaimed as she proceeded to fumble with my zipper. Deftly she worked my swollen member out from the cramped confines of my jeans. I thought I should raise an objection or protest somehow. Not that I minded but I felt that I should say something. When my rigid phallus was free and standing like an idol before her, she pushed my knees apart, nestled close between my thighs and sucked vigorously on my cock. Her jaws worked in a chewing motion as she devoured my rod. There was no panic in her activity it was all business. Working diligently she pulled and gnawed and sucked with enough enthusiasm to quickly bring me to a roaring orgasm. Her mouth felt my pulsating dick and with perfect timing released my organ from her oral grip and positioned the paper towels to catch the surging goo. Her hands and towels whisked the sperm and juice off my still hard cock, catching every dollop and not permitting one drop to fall carelessly on either my or her clothes. Her cock maintenance was interrupted by the rapid ticking of a key against the glass office door. "Shit" she muttered as she hastily arranged her blouse and skirt and left for the reception area. I quickly pulled and zipped my jeans and followed her. As I entered the reception area I heard a man's voice, "I called about an hour ago. I am a friend of Walt's". As his voice trailed off, she turned to me. "Who the hell are you?" I had a vague feeling that I may have unintentionally stumbled into a case of mistaken identity. Trying my best to act blasé, I handed her the parcel and asked for a signature. She stared at the envelope then turned to the man at the door. With a nod of her head towards the office, she muttered quietly, "Wait for me back there. I will only be a second." She perused the label on the envelope, and then turned to stare at me with a laser gaze. She raised the parcel in front of my face and barked, "You shithead! This is not the name on the office door!" "I know", I countered, "but this is the address. Isn't it?" Her stare broke as she returned her attention to the envelope. "You still should have said something. This office is across the street. You owe me." Her final sentence was an indictment but instead of waiting for a reply she grabbed my arm and led me towards the door. "The next time I see you, you better have some money for me!" she muttered under her breathe as she pushed me into the hall. Through the closed door I heard her call, "Make yourself comfortable, I just need to grab some paper towels." Out on the street, I noticed the large sign across the street identifying the location of the office. "Hhmmm" I thought, "I'm still early. Perhaps they will give me a tip for being so timely." Bike Delivery Guy - Summer Job I was slogging my way through grad school with no real goal in mind. Most of my friends were trying to line up internships for the summer or some form of "meaningful" employment. I was not so inclined. Instead I took a job as a bike messenger. OK, with the Internet and overnight delivery services this was a career headed for extinction. My job as a bike messenger was to pick up an "urgent" parcel for an office and deliver it to another office; usually only a few blocks away. Sometimes I had to return a receipt to the originator. Learning the ropes was not difficult. We worked mostly in the downtown area and the streets are laid out in a grid; north-south / east-west. Given an address I could quickly find the pick-up and destination. If I couldn't find it, I did carry a book of maps. The job was unsophisticated, minimally challenging and somewhat mindless; however I enjoyed it. Late afternoons were my favorite time. Traffic was heaviest and the parcel always needed to be delivered before the close of business. It was daring and exciting as I dodged pedestrians and vehicles to insure the critical documents were delivered in time. The modern day pony express. So, when I got the call a little past 5:00 PM to deliver an urgent package, I sprang into the saddle and raced to the office of a large law firm. The receptionist stressed the critical nature of the document and that it "must" be signed for that day. She stressed they were "keeping the office open just for these papers". To add to the urgency, the recipient was a small law firm located about 3 miles north of the downtown area. I was familiar with the area. It had been a neighborhood of elegant townhomes years ago but now was subdivided into a mix of condominium, apartments and professional offices. I picked up the package, confirmed the addresses and promised to deliver it in time. The rush hour traffic was exceedingly heavy and several cross streets impeded my progress. Stop signs and street lights I usually ignored, and irate drivers I usually greeted with a favorite obscene gesture. The 3 miles lay in my wake as I arrived at the address of my destination several minutes before 6:00. I chained my bike and checked the addresses once more and headed for the office. I entered the building and proceeded to suite 200. The lettering on the door did not match the recipient's name. I was not too concerned about this since several of these small firms share office space. The door was locked so I knocked firmly on the glass. A short 40ish woman with light red hair wearing a white blouse and brown skirt emerged from a back office to answer the door. "You're early. I didn't expect you for a few minutes" she said as she led me through the reception area to a small office with a sofa. "Is this good enough?" She motioned me to the sofa and I sat down. As I did she disappeared briefly and returned with a handful of paper towels. I had taken off my satchel and was fishing for the parcel when she returned and knelt before me. I was taken aback by her actions and reacted with a bit of shock. "Relax. You just sit back and I will take care of everything." She sat back and unbuttoned her blouse and let it drop from her arms. It was held up by the belt of her skirt. She was not wearing a bra. "Is that better?" I nodded in response as she massaged the tops of my thighs. An erection instantly bulged in my pants. "That is better!" she exclaimed as she proceeded to fumble with my zipper. Deftly she worked my swollen member out from the cramped confines of my jeans. I thought I should raise an objection or protest somehow. Not that I minded but I felt that I should say something. When my rigid phallus was free and standing like an idol before her, she pushed my knees apart, nestled close between my thighs and sucked vigorously on my cock. Her jaws worked in a chewing motion as she devoured my rod. There was no panic in her activity it was all business. Working diligently she pulled and sucked with enough enthusiasm to quickly bring me to the verge of a roaring orgasm. Her mouth gnawed my pulsating dick and with perfect timing released my organ from her oral grip and positioned the paper towels to catch the surging goo. Her hands and towels whisked the sperm and juice off my still hard cock, catching every dollop and not permitting one drop to fall carelessly on either my or her clothes. Her cock maintenance was interrupted by the rapid ticking of a key against the glass office door. "Shit" she muttered as she hastily arranged her blouse and skirt and left for the reception area. I quickly pulled and zipped my jeans and followed her. As I entered the reception area I heard a man's voice, "I called about an hour ago. I am a friend of Walt's". As his voice trailed off, she turned to me. "Who the hell are you?" I had a vague feeling that I may have unintentionally stumbled into a case of mistaken identity. Trying my best to act blasé, I handed her the parcel and asked for a signature. She stared at the envelope then turned to the man at the door. With a nod of her head towards the office, she muttered quietly, "Wait for me back there. I will only be a second." She perused the label on the envelope, and then turned to stare at me with a laser gaze. She raised the parcel in front of my face and barked, "You shithead! This is not the name on the office door!" "I know", I countered, "but this is the address. Isn't it?" Her stare broke as she returned her attention to the envelope. "You still should have said something. This office is across the street. You owe me." Her final sentence was an indictment but instead of waiting for a reply she grabbed my arm and led me towards the door. "The next time I see you, you better have some money for me!" she muttered under her breathe as she pushed me into the hall. Through the closed door I heard her call, "Make yourself comfortable, I just need to grab some paper towels." Out on the street, I noticed the large sign across the street identifying the location of the office. "Hhmmm" I thought, "I'm still early. Perhaps they will give me a tip for being so timely." Bike Night Being Bi is not something you let be known when you are a male biker hanging out with guys that party with the Outlaws and other one-percenter clubs. But, Bi I am and have been for my whole life, so I've learned when and where to let the secret out. The club I was riding with at that time would do all of the usual poker runs as well as the weekly Friday night dinner rides; and the dinner rides usually were the most fun for me, just because it got me out of the house and hanging with my friends for an evening. This one particular evening, we ended up at one of the local Chinese restaurants for dinner and we had a great time, as usual, just hanging out, eating and gabbing. During the course of the evening, I had noticed that there were a couple of the busboys that I found to be very attractive as I was sneaking looks their way. There was one busboy in particular that I felt was so sexy that I got a hard-on from looking at him. He was about 5 feet tall, a little shorter than me, slender with features that were almost, but not quite, feminine. I had noticed him looking our way (at me?) a lot over the course of the evening. By now, my erection was enough of a problem that I had to excuse myself from the group and went to the bathroom to try to get my bulge to deflate enough to not be a noticeable problem. Once out of sight of everyone, I went down the corridor toward the bathroom when I ran, almost literally, into my sexy busboy. He immediately excused himself for almost running me down and I noticed that his gaze lingered on me afterwards. I decided then and there to just come right out and talk to him and see if he was as interested in me as I was in him. "Listen. I saw you looking at us over there and I was wondering if maybe you might want to go riding with me after you get off work?" Okay, it was lame, but I really wasn't used to picking up guys. "I was looking at you, but I don't have motorcycle." "I do." I said. He looked into my eyes and said, "You asking me what I think you asking me?" "I am asking if you want to go on a date with me after you get off work. Tonight." "Your friends know this about you?" "No. And I would prefer that it stayed that way if you get what I mean." "Yes." "Yes, you understand or yes, you will go out with me?" "I go out with you. Tonight. I also understand." "Good. What time do you get off?" "Soon. Eleven." "Good. What's your name? Mine is Chris." "I am Lu." "I'll be waiting outside when you get done, Lu." I went back to the table and finished dinner while he went about finishing his work. As the night drew to a close, the club was all leaving in small groups, singles and pairs until my riding buddy, Nick and I were the last ones there. Nick said "I'm heading out to the Strip. Wanna come?" "Naw. Just gonna finish my dessert and head home, I think." I lied. "Okay. Just don't forget about tomorrow." "Don't worry about that. I'll be there. If the weather holds, it will be a target rich environment" "Damn straight. I'll see you tomorrow, then." "Later, man." With that, he headed out the door. I finished eating in silence, checking out all of the waiters, waitresses and, of course, Lu. When I finished, I paid my bill and went outside and waited. Right on time, Lu came out from work. He looked at the bike as he walked out and started to get a look on his face that made me think that he was getting second thoughts about our impromptu date. "You're not changing your mind, are you?" "No. I just never ride on motorcycle before." I grinned at that and said "Don't worry. Just do what I tell you and you'll be fine. Besides, I never crash with passengers aboard." He looked at me and said "First time for everything." I smiled at that and said "Not tonight, though. So where would you like me to take you?" "I not so smart about what is here to do. Maybe you choose?" "Okay. I know a place that we can go to start with." I gave him the do's and don'ts about riding with me and we mounted up and rode off. I did know the perfect place and so we went to a place called The Copa. It was a big gay/lesbian, bisexual, crossdresser and transgender hangout with a lot of music, four bars and a big dance floor. He was quite impressed by the place. We parked the bike and went in, got something to drink and sat down in one of the outside bar areas to talk for a bit. I found out that he had only been in the country for a couple of years and had just moved to the area a few months earlier. After a bit of talking and a couple of drinks, I asked if he liked to dance and he said that he wasn't very good at it, but was willing to try it. I told him that I was pretty awful, but was willing to try as well. As we got up to the dance floor, the music changed to something slow. We looked at each other, I shrugged, took his hand and we went out to dance. He wrapped his arms around me and melted into me while we danced. After a couple of minutes he looked up at me with eyes that were gentle and submissive, so I kissed him. We danced and kissed till the song started to speed up again and I walked him off the floor and said "let's go back to your place." He agreed and we went to his place. It was a nice little studio semi-attached to his landlord's house. We went in and he offered me a soda, which I took, and he sat down next to me on his bed. Without a word, he began pulling my shirt off, kissing me everywhere that my skin became exposed. After my shirt was off, he got onto the floor and took my boots and socks off, kissing and licking my feet very gently. That was a new experience for me. Then he began working my pants off of me, kissing my legs as he undressed me. As suddenly as he had begun, he stopped and undressed himself. It dawned on me, as he stood there, naked, staring at my now rigid cock, how feminine in build and manner he was. Maybe that was the attraction that I felt, but it didn't really matter to me. He had me hot and ready and I wanted to play with him as badly as he wanted to play with me. His cock wasn't quite as big as mine, but it was of a good enough size that I liked it. "Come here, Lu." He lay down next to me and began kissing me again, kissing and licking his way down to my nipples, licking and sucking each one in turn before working his way to my hard cock, which he licked around, sucking my balls gently into his mouth before licking my cock like a popsicle; up and down the length, gently nibbling the shaft then swallowing my cock whole down his throat. I turned us so that I could get my lips around his cock and began sucking him with more zeal than I have had with any of my male lovers before or since. We sucked each other like that for a while until I felt like I was going to cum. I knew that he was close as well from the way he was moaning on my cock. I began to cum in his mouth, moaning on his cock the whole time as he swallowed my load. Then I felt him moaning harder on my cock as his cock swelled and he shot his load into my throat. I swallowed it all, reveling in the taste of his cum and sucking him dry. He pulled off of me and turned around to curl up next to me, holding my now soft cock in his hands, kissing my chest, nipples and neck. A few minutes of this and I was hard again and he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed some lube. He put some on his hand and continued stroking my cock. With his other hand he squirted some lube into his ass and then he put the lube on the nightstand and kneeled over my cock, aiming it at his ass. God he was tight. Slowly, he slid down on my cock and let it fill him up, saying all the time how big I was. He stayed very still while his ass adjusted to me and then, after a minute, he sat upright and began pumping his tight little ass up and down on me. I reached up and played with his nipples and his cock, which was getting hard again. I couldn't take it any more, so I rolled us over so that he was on his back, with his legs in the air and I began to really fuck him. He wrapped his legs around me and was fucking me back, rubbing his cock between us and moaning something in Thai that I didn't understand. I felt my cock swell and began to come as I felt his cock swell and shoot between us. I rolled us over again so that he was on top again and he just lay there, his legs on either side of me, laying on me with his head on my chest. "I never had American man before. You very good." he whispered. "Thank you. I've never had a Thai man before. You are very enthusiastic." "You nice to me and I wanted to have good time with you." "Well, we definitely had that" "I clean up now. Stay here" With that, he kissed me like we had been lovers for years, got off of me and went into the bathroom. I heard the water running and then he came out with a bowl and a washcloth. He cleaned me up and then cleaned himself up before returning the cloth and bowl to the bathroom and coming back to the bed. I started to get up to get dressed and he said "You not stay?" "I thought...." "No. You stay tonight." He said and looked at me with sad, gentle eyes. How could I say no? So I lay back down, he crawled into bed with me and curled up on me and we went to sleep. In the morning we woke up, had round three, showered, said good-by and I went off to meet my buddy Nick. When I met up with him, he mentioned that he saw my bike over at The Copa the night before and he saw who was with me. I asked him how he would have seen something like that and he said that it was because he had been there himself when I arrived. "Oh really?" I said, noticing a growing bulge in his pants. "Yeah. Why don't we go to my place and talk about it?" "Okay. I guess we can hunt poon anytime." So we went to his place, but that is a story for another time. Bike Night/Bike Night the Next Day Bike Night Being Bi is not something you let be known when you are a male biker hanging out with guys that party with the Outlaws and other one-percenter clubs. But, Bi I am and have been for my whole life, so I've learned when and where to let the secret out. The club I was riding with at that time would do all of the usual poker runs as well as the weekly Friday night dinner rides; and the dinner rides usually were the most fun for me, just because it got me out of the house and hanging with my friends for an evening. This one particular evening, we ended up at one of the local Chinese restaurants for dinner and we had a great time, as usual, just hanging out, eating and gabbing. During the course of the evening, I had noticed that there were a couple of the busboys that I found to be very attractive as I was sneaking looks their way. There was one busboy in particular that I felt was so sexy that I got a hard-on from looking at him. He was about 5 feet tall, a little shorter than me, slender with features that were almost, but not quite, feminine. I had noticed him looking our way (at me?) a lot over the course of the evening. By now, my erection was enough of a problem that I had to excuse myself from the group and went to the bathroom to try to get my bulge to deflate enough to not be a noticeable problem. Once out of sight of everyone, I went down the corridor toward the bathroom when I ran, almost literally, into my sexy busboy. He immediately excused himself for almost running me down and I noticed that his gaze lingered on me afterwards. I decided then and there to just come right out and talk to him and see if he was as interested in me as I was in him. "Listen. I saw you looking at us over there and I was wondering if maybe you might want to go riding with me after you get off work?" Okay, it was lame, but I really wasn't used to picking up guys. "I was looking at you, but I don't have motorcycle." "I do." I said. He looked into my eyes and said, "You asking me what I think you asking me?" "I am asking if you want to go on a date with me after you get off work. Tonight." "Your friends know this about you?" "No. And I would prefer that it stayed that way if you get what I mean." "Yes." "Yes, you understand or yes, you will go out with me?" "I go out with you. Tonight. I also understand." "Good. What time do you get off?" "Soon. Eleven." "Good. What's your name? Mine is Chris." "I am Lu." "I'll be waiting outside when you get done, Lu." I went back to the table and finished dinner while he went about finishing his work. As the night drew to a close, the club was all leaving in small groups, singles and pairs until my riding buddy, Nick and I were the last ones there. Nick said "I'm heading out to the Strip. Wanna come?" "Naw. Just gonna finish my dessert and head home, I think." I lied. "Okay. Just don't forget about tomorrow." "Don't worry about that. I'll be there. If the weather holds, it will be a target rich environment" "Damn straight. I'll see you tomorrow, then." "Later, man." With that, he headed out the door. I finished eating in silence, checking out all of the waiters, waitresses and, of course, Lu. When I finished, I paid my bill and went outside and waited. Right on time, Lu came out from work. He looked at the bike as he walked out and started to get a look on his face that made me think that he was getting second thoughts about our impromptu date. "You're not changing your mind, are you?" "No. I just never ride on motorcycle before." I grinned at that and said, "Don't worry. Just do what I tell you and you'll be fine. Besides, I never crash with passengers aboard." He looked at me and said, "First time for everything." I smiled at that and said "Not tonight, though. So where would you like me to take you?" "I not so smart about what is here to do. Maybe you choose?" "Okay. I know a place that we can go to start with." I gave him the dos and don'ts about riding with me and we mounted up and rode off. I did know the perfect place and so we went to a place called The Copa. It was a big gay/lesbian, bisexual, crossdresser and transgender hangout with a lot of music, four bars and a big dance floor. He was quite impressed by the place. We parked the bike and went in, got something to drink and sat down in one of the outside bar areas to talk for a bit. I found out that he had only been in the country for a couple of years and had just moved to the area a few months earlier. After a bit of talking and a couple of drinks, I asked if he liked to dance and he said that he wasn't very good at it, but was willing to try it. I told him that I was pretty awful, but was willing to try as well. As we got up to the dance floor, the music changed to something slow. We looked at each other, I shrugged, took his hand and we went out to dance. He wrapped his arms around me and melted into me while we danced. After a couple of minutes he looked up at me with eyes that were gentle and submissive, so I kissed him. We danced and kissed till the song started to speed up again and I walked him off the floor and said, "let's go back to your place." He agreed and we went to his place. It was a nice little studio semi-attached to his landlord's house. We went in and he offered me a soda, which I took, and he sat down next to me on his bed. Without a word, he began pulling my shirt off, kissing me everywhere that my skin became exposed. After my shirt was off, he got onto the floor and took my boots and socks off, kissing and licking my feet very gently. That was a new experience for me. Then he began working my pants off of me, kissing my legs as he undressed me. As suddenly as he had begun, he stopped and undressed himself. It dawned on me, as he stood there, naked, staring at my now rigid cock, how feminine in build and manner he was. Maybe that was the attraction that I felt, but it didn't really matter to me. He had me hot and ready and I wanted to play with him as badly as he wanted to play with me. His cock wasn't quite as big as mine, but it was of a good enough size that I liked it. "Come here, Lu." He lay down next to me and began kissing me again, kissing and licking his way down to my nipples, licking and sucking each nipple in turn before working his way to my hard cock, which he licked around, sucking my balls gently into his mouth before licking my cock like a popsicle; up and down the length, gently nibbling the shaft then swallowing my cock whole down his throat. I turned us so that I could get my lips around his cock and began sucking him with more zeal than I have had with any of my male lovers before or since. We sucked each other like that for a while until I felt like I was going to cum. I knew that he was close as well from the way he was moaning on my cock. I began to cum in his mouth, moaning on his cock the whole time as he swallowed my load. Then I felt him moaning harder on my cock as his cock swelled and he shot his load into my throat. I swallowed it all, reveling in the taste of his cum and sucking him dry. He pulled off of me and turned around to curl up next to me, holding my now soft cock in his hands, kissing my chest, nipples and neck. A few minutes of this and I was hard again, so he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed some lube. He put some on his hand and continued stroking my cock. With his other hand he squirted some lube into his ass and then he put the lube on the nightstand and knelt over my cock, aiming it at his ass. God he was tight. Slowly, he slid down on my cock, letting it fill him up, saying all the time how big I was. He stayed very still while his ass adjusted to me and then, after a minute, he sat upright and began pumping his tight little ass up and down on me. I reached up and played with his nipples and his cock, which was getting hard again. I couldn't take it any more, so I rolled us over so that he was on his back, with his legs in the air and I began to really fuck him. He wrapped his legs around me and was fucking me back, rubbing his cock between us and moaning something in Thai that I didn't understand. I felt my cock swell and began to come as I felt his cock pulse and shoot between us. I rolled us over again so that he was on top again and he just laid there, his legs on either side of me, laying on me with his head on my chest. "I never had American man before. You very good." he whispered. "Thank you. I've never had a Thai man before. You are very enthusiastic." "You nice to me and I wanted to have good time with you." "Well, we definitely had that" "I clean up now. Stay here" With that, he kissed me like we had been lovers for years, got off of me and went into the bathroom. I heard the water running and then he came out with a bowl and a washcloth. He cleaned me up and then cleaned himself up before returning the cloth and bowl to the bathroom and coming back to the bed. I started to get up to get dressed and he said "You not stay?" "I thought...." "No. You stay tonight." He said and looked at me with sad, gentle eyes. How could I say no? So I lay back down, he crawled into bed with me and curled up on me and we went to sleep. In the morning we woke up, had round three, showered, said good by as I went off to meet my buddy, Nick. When I met up with Nick, he mentioned that he saw my bike over at The Copa the night before and he saw who was with me. I asked him how he would have seen something like that and he said that it was because he had been there himself when I arrived. "Oh really?" I said, noticing a growing bulge in his pants. "Yeah. Why don't we go to my place and talk about it?" "Okay. I guess we can hunt poon anytime." So we went back to his place. When we got there he got us something to drink and we sat down on the sofa. I started things off. "So you saw me at The Copa with my little friend. What were you doing there" "Just hangin out and checkin the scene. It was...... different." I moved closer to him. "And did you like what you saw there? The scene and all?" He was really buff and smooth. I had fantasized about how his cock looked and felt a number of times and I felt that I was getting real close to finding out. "The scene? Yeah; And all, too. I just never figured you would be there." "Well, this isn't exactly something that we want to advertise, now. Is it? After all, we party with the Oh Ells and we don't want them to know that they have any Bi guys riding and partying with them. We'd get our asses kicked. Maybe even killed and left out off The Alley somewhere." "That wouldn't be good. We'll just have to hang tight on this one if we wanna stay safe from that." "So what were you doin there? I mean, you have Sonya to come home to. All I got is an empty place." I moved a little closer. "Looking for an extra playmate. I saw what you were doing there. Or rather, who." "Well, I wasn't doing him there." "Maybe, but then you were heading that way." "True. Are we heading that way now?" I said as I got even closer and put my glass on the table. "If you want to." He leaned a little closer to me. "I wouldn't turn you down if you wanted a little mutual fun" I moved closer still. "And if I didn't?" he said in an almost whisper. I whispered "Then I would respect that. You know that's the way I am." I leaned in to him and our lips met. The kiss was electric. Passionate. I hadn't ever had that kind of passion from any of my male lovers before or since. It was as if the energy that we were sharing was so powerful that it was almost too much to control. We broke from the kiss and Nick said that we should go to the bedroom. "What about Sonya?" "She's gone till later this afternoon. Shopping with her Mom." "Okay. Let's get naked. I want that cock of yours." "Oh, you'll get it all right. But I want to play with yours too." We got naked and started stroking each other's cocks. I was stroking his cock and began sucking on his nipples; one after the other. He held my face to his chest as I sucked each nipple in turn, then I began working my way to his very suckable, cut cock. I licked up and down the shaft, slowly since I wanted to enjoy this cock that I had fantasized about so often. I licked his balls and around his hard shaft, then back down to his ass, while he grabbed my ass and played with my nipples with one hand and stroked my cock with the other as he licked it up and down it's length. After a few minutes of this, we were already in a 69 and so we just began bobbing on each other's cocks. I was in heaven as we sucked each other closer and closer to orgasm. As we got each other close to cumming, he stopped sucking me and got up. "Come on. Let's take this into the bedroom." So I got up and followed him into the bedroom and sat down on the bed, reclining back and looking at him, "Is this better?" I said. "Almost. Get the rest of your clothes off." I did and so did Nick, then I lay down on the bed. He went over to the nightstand and got some lube out and began putting some on his cock. I looked at him stroking his dick and I licked my lips as he came over to me and put my legs in the air and began to lube up my ass. Then he put his cock at the entrance of my asshole and began sliding into me. Damn he felt good. I wrapped my legs around him and began pulling him deeper into me. Once he was all the way in and I was adjusted to his cock in me, he began fucking me hard and kissing me. It wasn't long before he started to cum in me and it was great. But he kept stroking in and out of me, rubbing his body against my cock till I started to cum, moaning into his mouth as I shot my load. And that's when we heard Sonya. "Don't wear yourselves out yet, boys. Save some for me" We both looked at her and I was in shock a little. I looked at her, then at Nick; he was smiling at me. I said to Nick, "You knew about this?" "Yeah, but It was worth it to see your face. Let's wash up and then Sonya can join in." "Okay, but she has to help us get cleaned up." "Sure, but let me get naked before you boys get into the shower." She dropped her clothes and came over to us. "Let's get wet." She said. The shower was a lot of fun; Taking turns scrubbing each other, rubbing all over each other, and drying off was just as much fun. Afterward, we got back into bed, with Sonya this time, and Nick and I teamed up on her, licking her nipples and working our way down to her pussy, which was now soaking wet from all the attention that she was getting. Nick was tongue-fucking her while I was licking her clit. Nick would pause every couple of minutes to lick her clit with me and that drove her crazy. Finally, we both focused on her clit together and that was all she could take. Soon enough, she started screaming and cumming all over our mouths. After she calmed down a bit, I rolled her over me in a sixty-nine as Nick got behind her to fuck her as I started licking her pussy again. From time to time, I would lick Nick's balls as he slowly stroked her hot hole and every few strokes, he would pull out of her and slide his sweet cock into my mouth. The feeling of getting attention at both ends was wonderful and I never wanted it to stop, but soon Nick started to Cum as he was fucking Sonya and he pulled out of her to give me the last drops of his cum. I started cumming into Sonya's mouth and after she swallowed a bit of my cum, she squeezed my cock to keep from spurting all over so that Nick could come around to finish swallowing the rest of my cum. We all finished in a sexy 3-way kiss, sharing our cum between us. Well, that got Nick and I both hard again and Sonya suggested that we sandwich her, so I laid down on the bed and she got over me while Nick greased up his cock and her asshole. As I slid into her pussy, Nick slid into her ass and I could feel his cock inside of her as we both fucked her. Damn, she was tight. I was the first to cum and Sonya started as I was finishing, but she didn't get off of me. Instead, Nick pulled out of her and she raised my legs into the air and Nick slid a pillow under my hips. I knew what was coming up and I let out a low groan as Nick greased up my ass and then his cock again. He slid his cock into my ass and I felt that warm, familiar feeling as my ass filled up with hot cock. Only this time, my cock was also encased in a hot pussy. As soon as he started stroking my asshole with his cock, mine got hard as a rock and Sonya started riding me for all she was worth. I could feel my orgasm build as Nick and Sonya both started to cum again. But this time it was Nick's orgasm; his hot sperm filling my ass that set me off. Afterward, we all lay there catching our breath and we realized that it was almost dinner time. We all showered and then took off on a dinner ride. It was the end of a very good day for all of us. Bike Race I had trained hard for this race, working out every day. I knew it was going to be grueling but I also knew I was in condition. The first few kilometers were easy and I slowly pulled away from the pack. I wasn't in first place but I figured if I paced myself I had a good chance of winning. Coasting around a bend in the road I saw her up ahead. She had dirty blonde hair, beautiful legs, and the most sexiest ass I had ever seen. As I got closer I couldn't take my eyes off her, and the pressure of the seat was sending signals to my pussy. She was pushing herself to win but every so often she would cast a look over her shoulder to see who was close. I smiled at her but it appeared that she didn't notice my smile. Each time I pushed with my legs, I felt the pressure decrease on my pussy. The movements had been continuous for some time now. The control was all mine. The rhythm of the movements I was making were driving me crazy. I pumped faster, drove my body higher. It was a perfect fit between my legs, allowing both my pussy and my clit to feel the effects of the movement. I was soaking wet and I almost lost control as I slid across it. I had known it would be good before it started to build. Even though I knew I couldn't lose control, I still did it. My body welcomed it's hardness. The seat's narrow tip with the body that widened toward the base seemed to conform to my receptive pussy. I could feel every inch of it as my legs seemed to cradle it and guide it toward my cunt. My legs were pumping faster now, taking me toward the climax I so desperately needed. I knew I was going to cum soon. Bending forward, I felt the change in my pussy, felt the hardness of the seat as it rubbed my clit. My breathing was getting faster. With each push of my legs I felt the movement of it away from my pussy and then the ecstasy as it's hardness crashed back into me, pushing between the lips of my cunt. I sensed the finish coming near and worked harder to get there, to cum. As my body exploded in a crashing orgasm, I almost lost control of my bike. My legs stopped pumping as I coasted to a stop. Recovering at the side of the road, I didn't want to go back to the change room with my wet shorts, so I laid back and relaxed. Most of the others had left as I returned, and I knew this was a race I wouldn't soon forget, and the mysterious blonde. As I was stripping off preparing for a shower she entered and said, "Hi." As I looked at her in shock, she said, "Was it good for you?" A question left unanswered. "I pulled a calf muscle trying to win," she said as we entered the communal shower. With the steam rising, and the water cascading over our bodies, I said. "I could rub it if you like." "That would be lovely," she said. So as I knelt behind her to rub her calf I couldn't take my eyes off her ass. This was the object of my masturbation fantasy just inches from my face. As I rubbed her leg she parted them and said, "You can do the other one too if you want." My hands almost started to shake as I rubbed up her beautiful legs. Inching closer to her ass. Should I take the chance and rub her ass, I wondered to myself. Throwing caution to the wind my hands reached her firm ass cheeks, and I rubbed. With labored breathing, she said, "Oh yes." Through her parted legs I could see her hand reach for her pussy, rubbing her clit. That was all I needed. I dragged my tongue along the crack of her lovely ass, before plunging it deep in her pussy. I could feel her fingers moving faster, dancing over her clit as I tongue fucked her sweet pussy. My tongue probing her pussy walls. Plunging it deep then almost withdrawing it completely before plunging it deep again. As she put her free hand on my head to draw me closer, she screamed, "Yes, tongue fuck me I'm going to cum." She filled my mouth with her sweet honey as she gushed, and I drank every drop of her luscious nectar. Turning around she put her hands under my arms and raised me to my feet, pushing me to the wall as she kissed me and licked my face, tasting her hot cum. Breaking our kiss, she said, " I know you came from watching me on my bike," and went for my breast with her mouth. As I caressed and combed my fingers through her hair she sucked like a hungry baby on my nipple. Sucking, licking and dragging her teeth on my stiff nipple. As I tried to move my free hand to my pussy she pushed it away saying, "no, that's for me." As she sank to her knees, she said, "I want your sweet honey ." Parting my pussy lips with her thumbs she licked my inner lips and swirled her tongue over my hood and clit. Sucking hard to release my little button clit from it's protective covering. Slipping two fingers deep in my pussy, she wiggled them as she sucked my clit like a straw and finger fucked me. Taking her free hand she plunged her middle finger up my little asshole and fingered me till I could almost not take it anymore, and it brought me over the edge. "I'm cumming," I screamed, as I gushed into her mouth. I came and came with her little mouth glued to my pussy. That's a bike race I will never forget. Bike Ride It had been a slow summer. I had a decent job at my father's law firm - a lot more substantive work that what a typical college undergrad could expect - but no matter how much I adore him, it was still working for Daddy. A knee injury at the beginning of vacation further cramped my style, and limited my workouts to the gym in the office building - again usually with Daddy and/or some of his co-workers. On top of that, a series of rainy weekends had kept my friends and me from the beach, and my boyfriend delivered the straw that broke the camel's back by giving me the "let's see other people" talk as he headed to Australia for a semester abroad. So, I spent most of my "vacation" around one or both parents, with a limited social life, and NO SEX! Ugh!! I learned early in my sexual life that boys (and men) like looking at my body, and I usually am happy to oblige them by wearing as little as legally allowed at the beach, and going on extended runs in nothing more than extra-small running shorts and my sports bra. This dovetails well with the fact that I also love sex. However, this summer I had been limited to wandering naked around the house when my parents were out and using my trusty vibrator for companionship. Finally, about three weeks before it was time to head back to campus, the physical therapist cleared me to start biking. So, at least I could get outside to exercise. Running is my preferred workout, but I would take what I could get. My first ride was on a muggy Wednesday evening after work, and I planned to ride at a park about five miles from my house that has a fairly level two-and-a-half mile loop. Horny as I was, I really wanted some male eyes on me, but I couldn't convince myself that riding hunched over in a crop top was sexy. So, I dug out an old triathlon outfit I had used in high school. Then, I had worn it over a swimsuit, but today I decided to wear it by itself. After I zipped it on, I admired the way it hugged my curves. Its dark blue fabric disguised the fact that I was naked underneath, but if you looked closely enough you could see the outline of my camel-toe and of my hard nipples. Upon reaching the park, I unloaded by road bike from the car, and went through my stretching routine. Given that it was a really nice evening, I was surprised - and a bit disappointed - that there weren't more people around. Being careful to protect my knee, I started off slowly. After about half a mile, I passed a couple walking their dog. Because they were going the same direction as me, I couldn't see their faces, but I hoped the man enjoyed the view of my spandex covered ass. I next passed some soccer fields, and enjoyed the view of a local high school team at preseason practice. Yes, the boys probably were a bit young for me, but most of them were shirtless, and their sweaty bare torsos got my juices going. Some of the players were jogging toward me, and I gave them a big smile. I was a bit pissed, however, not to get more than a passing glance. "I'll show them!" I thought, tugging at the zipper at my neck. "Yes, that's much better." Where before, my c-plus cup breasts had been completely hidden, now when I looked down I could see a bit of cleavage. Standing up, no one would have thought twice about the amount of skin I was showing, but hunched over my handle bars, I was giving a nice view to those who cared to look. The cool breeze on my skin also helped cut the stifling humidity. As I passed the park's rear entrance, I saw an older guy stretching. I hoped he was just starting his run because I liked his looks. He obviously was in shape, had a head of tousled brown hair, and a firm jaw covered by a salt-and-pepper beard. He looked up at my approach, and locked eyes with me after giving my neckline an appreciative glance. This time, my smile was returned. After breezing past him, I glanced back and was pleased to see him still checking me out. By the time I passed the soccer field a second time, I was well warmed-up and had settled into a nice pace. I liked the feel of my self-created breeze down my shirt, and the feel of the narrow seat against my clit kept me in a pleasant state of semi-arousal. This time, the boys shyly returned my smile while staring at my tits the way only teenage males can. "Much better," I thought. Even so, feeling horny and bolder, I decide to pull my zipper down another three inches or so. Now, anyone looking would know that I wasn't wearing a bra, and the added looseness allowed my nipples to move against the fabric stimulating me further. Rounding a curve, I saw the runner again. He seemed to be in his early forties, and was moving at a good pace with long, powerful, strides. I smiled as our eyes met. He returned my grin, and made a point of moving his gaze to my chest as we passed. "Thank you," he mouthed. I laughed, and called back, "your turn!" I smiled prettily at a couple of women who gave me dirty looks as they power-walked, but their disapproval was more than offset by the soccer players. Some were bold enough to hoot and whistle at me, and I blew them a kiss as I sped by. The thought of my body fueling their masturbatory fantasies that night made me even hornier. I knew my vibrator was in for quite a workout when I got home. I entered a long straightaway, and was pleased to see my runner at the opposite end. I was even happier to see that he had taken my hint and removed his shirt. His chest was muscular, without being muscle-bound, and had a nice amount of hair that funneled into a line running pointing to his navel, and then into his shorts. I slowed a bit to enjoy the view. "One good turn deserves another," I thought and, making sure he saw what I was doing, pulled my zipper down another few inches. Had I stood up now, my tri suit would have been open to below my breasts, and I knew he would be able to see the curve of their undersides as I went by. "Beautiful," he said. "You too!" I knew where I wanted to pass him the next time, and I had to move to get there in time. The increased pace led my breasts to swing a bit more, and they bid fair to spring free of my outfit. I actually considered letting them out, but decided instead to keep my shoulders back (there was no way I was going to zip up). After enduring the biddies' disapproval once again, I reached my goal: a set of bars, benches and other calisthenics equipment next to a service path. The runner had beaten me there, and was engaged in some sit-ups on an inclined board. As I dismounted, I admired the flex of his muscles beneath his skin. Making sure I was standing where he could see me, I unzipped my outfit below the navel, and made a show first of drinking from my water bottle, and then spaying it over my exposed skin. "Want a sip?" I asked as he stood up. "Thanks." He walked over and took a long swig from my bottle. With a flash of disappointment, I noticed a wedding ring on his left hand, but decided I didn't care if he didn't. However, I also decided to leave the next move up to him. He didn't disappoint. "That's sweet," he said handing the bottle back, "but not as sweet at this." With that, he ran his index finger up from my navel to between my breasts before licking off the drops of sweat and water he collected there. I shuddered a bit at his touch, and felt my pussy go from moist to soaking. "Looks good," I said and, leaning forward, traced the outline of one of his nipples with my tongue. "Let's take a walk." My voice was husky with excitement. I grabbed my bike and his hand and we moved down the service path. As I knew from high school experience there were a couple of open sided sheds about twenty yards down, one of which faced away from the path. As I propped my bike against a tree, I retrieved a condom that I always keep in my small change purse for such occasions. His arms were around me as soon as we entered the shed, and I loved the rough feel of his beard as hungrily devoured each other's mouths. It took as little effort on his part to push my tri suit over my shoulders as it did for me to reach inside his running sorts to grasp his rapidly growing cock. I wanted to suck him, but he had other ideas. Lifting me by the armpits, the runner picked me up and plopped me on the seat of a nearby tractor. As he set me down, he expertly pulled my tri suit past my hips and over my shoes. He then made a point of tonging my navel before plunging his tongue into my soaking pussy. "Sorry, I'm a bit out of practice at this," he said. As he flattened his tongue against my clit and started lapping between that nob and my hole, I sure couldn't tell. Within minutes, I was clamping my thighs and hands around his head as I came like a banshee. Catching my breath, I slid from the tractor and, using his shirt as a pad, knelt before him. His cock was gorgeous: about seven inches in length, and it had to have been four inches in circumference. The head and shaft were perfectly proportioned, and it felt sooooo good sliding down my throat. I smiled up at him as I licked the length of the shaft. "It's been a while," he said gently pulling me up by the chin, "and I want to be sure to be able to give you what you need." With that, he took the condom from where I had placed it on the tractor, unwrapped it, and allowed me to unfurl it down his erection. I turned, leaned my hands against the tractor, and soon felt the head of his penis at the entrance to my canal. I pushed back, and felt him fill me exquisitely. Not only did he have a great cock, but he knew how to use it. Varying his stroke length and pace, he soon had me on the edge of cumming again. My pussy clamped down around him, and we exploded together. Both of our spasms subsided, and he tossed the used condom in a trashcan in the shed's corner. He kissed me gently before pulling on his running shorts. "John." "Kendall." "Saturday around 4:00." "See you then." Bike Ride I gently knocked on Sue's door. "Sue," I called, "do you fancy coming for a ride?" "Just a mo," she called back. A few seconds later, she opened the door and peered at me through her plain reading glasses. "Yeah," she said, "I'm bored shitless. Where do you fancy going?" "I don't know. Somewhere with a cool breeze? It's so bloody hot in here." Sue pondered for a few moments. "How about Eden Hill?" she suggested. "It's high enough to get any breeze there is, it's got some trees to give shade and it's not very far to ride." "Brilliant. Spot on! I'll go and get changed." "OK, " she said, "meet out front in ten minutes." I rushed back to my room and changed into cycling shorts and a half-sleeved shirt. It was such a fiercely hot day that I didn't want to risk sunburn on my exposed thighs and upper arms and the shorts would also prevent chafing from the saddle.. Eden Hill would take us over half-an-hour to get to, so it was worth taking a little trouble. I rushed downstairs and out the back to get our bikes from the shed. As I wheeled them past the back door towards the side passage, Mum stuck her head out and smiled warmly. "Where are you two off to?" "Eden Hill. Hope we'll get a bit of air up there." "Yes, you might be lucky and there's some shade up there if you're not. Enjoy yourselves. Text me when you're on your way back and I'll sort out something to eat." I carried on out to the front and waited for Sue. I reflected once again how lucky I was to have a friend such as Sue. Although she was my younger sister, that didn't necessarily mean that we would get along. However, we did more than that: we were best friends. Although we had our own friends, very few of them were shared between us. Sue and I were quite different in personalities, but, underneath it all, we were both quite shy and I think that made our bond even stronger. We confided our thoughts and feelings to each other, even seeking the other's opinion on current boy- or girl-friends. We skirted around sexual matters, however, ostensibly because they were too 'personal' for siblings to discuss, but actually because there was little to report on either side. At nineteen, I was, by my own admission, woefully inexperienced in sexual matters. I'd had girlfriends, but I'd never got much past the 'holding hands' stage. One girl had allowed me to feel her breasts through her jumper and bra and had, in return, stroked my bulging jeans, but we had been interrupted and the opportunity had never arisen again. Although I had the appearance of an outgoing sort of bloke, my shyness prevented me from asking girls out. The dates I did have usually came about from the girl asking me. At eighteen, Sue was a 'nerd'. She looked very studious in her glasses and, I suspected, put some boys off even asking her out because of her earnest appearance. Perhaps they thought they would be bored by explanations of the General Theory of Relativity. In fact, she could make a passable attempt at explaining it, but I think she would not have inflicted it on a boyfriend. As she was very shy, she tended to encourage the myth that she was boring. Any boys who braved the first step and were gentle enough to befriend her on her terms would find that she had a delightful way of talking about non-academic subjects. In both of our cases, such girlfriends and boyfriends didn't last long. We just drifted apart from them, too shy, perhaps, to progress the relationships. "All right, then?" Sue appeared from the front door clad in similar gear to mine. We were fairly experienced cyclists and knew the risks of being under-protected from painful experience. I handed Sue her helmet and put mine on. She handed me a water bottle and I put it in the holder on my bike as she did hers. Out of habit, I took the lead as we set off and I set a modest pace. It was bloody hot and we didn't want to arrive too knackered to make the journey back! Again out of habit, Sue took over the lead after about a mile just so I could slipstream and ease up a little. Sue's bum, as usual, attracted my attention as any girl's would have done. Nothing particularly sexual in my mind; just enjoying the view. For all I know, Sue looked at my bum in the same way when I was leading. The cycling shorts we were wearing were rather tighter than normal shorts and rather accentuated our bums. After a few more swaps, we could see our destination ahead. A few minutes later and we had arrived at the beginning of the track leading to the summit. As the track was rather steep, we dismounted and pushed our bikes to the top. As we had hoped, the trees there afforded a decent amount of shade and it was appreciably cooler. We put our bikes down and threw ourselves down in the grass with a slightly triumphant feeling from having arrived without too much effort and it having been a good idea to do it. "Whew! That was a good idea to come here!" I exclaimed. "It was a good idea to get the bikes out," she retorted. "One-all!" "Do you want a drink?" asked Sue. She was nearer the bikes than me. "Please," I said and she rolled over to get the bottles from the bikes. My eyes were once again drawn to her tightly-clad bum. I felt slightly ashamed that I was looking, but couldn't help myself. I must have lost my concentration for a moment because, as Sue rolled back with the bottles, I was still looking in the direction of her bum - but it was not her bum any more. "Here," she called, throwing my bottle to me and then noticing where I was looking. "Oy, what's your game, mister?" she asked in a fake Cockney accent. I blushed heavily, making it impossible to pass it off with a joke. "Sorry," I blurted. Sue looked down at her crotch and then back at me. After staring at me for a few seconds, she undid the cap on her bottle and took a long drink. Gratefully, I did the same. The awkward moment passed and we were back to normal, chatting about inconsequential things and just relaxing in the pleasant surroundings. At the back of my mind, however, had been planted a seed. I'd looked at Sue's bum just as I would have any other girl's, but, not only had I liked what I'd seen, but I had wanted more. I hadn't really thought of Sue in any sexual way before. She was, after all, my sister and such feelings are generally not acknowledged. Of course, most siblings go through phases of fantasising about their siblings in either romantic or more explicit scenarios, but they usually remain locked up in fantasy. My feelings , I realised, were more about Sue than a girl's bum; the taboo feelings that were intruding on my mind were making me feel vaguely uncomfortable. Sue had already noticed me looking at her in an inappropriate way, albeit rather accidentally. She didn't seem to be too upset by it, but had given me a rather old-fashioned look. Just as she was giving me now. "Earth to Planet Dick." Oops! "Sorry!" I blushed again. "Where on Earth were you?" asked Sue. "It didn't look a bad place, but it wasn't with me." Well, strictly it was, but I didn't feel I could tell her that. And that was literally the first time I had ever felt that I couldn't tell her something. Not avoiding answering one of her direct questions anyway. Of course, as I said before, there were certain things we didn't discuss, but we never raised questions about them. This time, Sue was asking me what I was thinking about and I couldn't answer her truthfully. I would have to avoid the truth and possibly even lie. I felt dreadful. Our whole relationship was crumbling because of an inappropriate thought on my part. The size of my problem grew exponentially as I racked my brains for something I could tell her. It was too late to pass it off with a flippant remark; she was already looking at me in a peculiar way. This was ridiculous. I was tongue-tied with my best-friend sister! "Dick, whatever's the matter?" Sue had a very concerned look on her face. "Calm down." This was stupid. I had quickly turned into a gibbering wreck in front of her eyes and no wonder she was worried. I was worried too; just an idle thought of Sue's bum had brought this on. I had thought of it before, admittedly not in any remotely lewd way, but this had not happened before. The enormity of the spiral I was in was overwhelming me. I had thought of Sue in a way I reckoned I couldn't talk to her about and that was causing me to become increasingly flustered and for Sue to become increasingly concerned; this, in turn, made me want to allay her fears about my sanity and made me realise that I was unable to do so. Tears sprang to my eyes and I wiped them hastily away. "Jesus, Dick!" She was alarmed now. "Tell me what's wrong!" I suddenly thought that running away might solve the problem, at least temporarily, and started to get to my feet. "Oh, no you don't!" shouted Sue and she grabbed my arm. "Tell me what's wrong. You can tell me." "I can't," I whispered and tears came again. Sue stared at me intently. "Dick," she said gently, "we can talk about anything." I shook my head dumbly. I wanted the ground to open up. I felt thoroughly ashamed of my thoughts, but Sue had no clue. Sue continued to stare through my eyes into my brain. "We can talk about anything," she repeated, "except..." and she trailed off thoughtfully. She blushed in turn. I could see that she understood my situation. Inexperienced as we were in dealing with sexual matters, we were old enough and intelligent enough to know the facts of them. We both realised that I had had slightly sexual thoughts about my sister and I at least knew that it had not happened before. I suspect that Sue could judge by my outlandish behaviour that it was a first for me. I began to calm down, now that I realised that I was hiding nothing from Sue. How, though, was she going to handle it? She could laugh it off, as I should have done, or she could ignore it, but neither was the way we usually dealt with things that were troubling one of us. In such matters, we usually confronted them in a fairly light-hearted manner and brought a kind of joint learning experience to them so that we could both learn from it and grow up a bit more. "Hmmm!" she grunted, "do you think my bum looks big in these?" My heart went out to her. She had got it spot on. I dared to look up at her face and caught a wicked twinkle in her eye. I was still uncomfortable, but she had given me a reasonably easy way out of the mire my mind was in. Our relationship was, in my mind, forever changed, but we could, perhaps, advance in an orderly manner. "Not big exactly," I offered, with a deliberate hesitancy. She launched herself at me and hit my upper arm quite hard. "Take that back," she said threateningly. My confidence returned somewhat now that we were getting back to a familiar bother-sister interaction. "More... shapely," I dared. I held my breath waiting for her reaction. Having used that word, I suddenly realised that I was looking at Sue as a whole and admitting she was ... shapely. This was new: admitting I regarded her as shapely. I knew she was shapely through simple observation, but I was finding her shapeliness attractive and I had dared to tell her, or imply it at least. Long seconds passed and Sue looked at me. "Stand up," she said firmly. "What the...?" "Stand up," she repeated, more as an order this time. Intrigued, I did so slowly. Sue remained kneeling on the grass. I stood facing her. Sue indicated with her hand that I should turn round. Now I got it, but I wasn't too sure I was happy with where it was going. More long seconds passed with a deafening silence coming from behind me. Suddenly, however, Sue let out a snort and, when I looked back over my shoulder, she was trying unsuccessfully to suppress her giggles. When she saw me looking, she laughed uproariously. "How absurd! Looking at my brother's bum!" I joined in her laughter, overwhelmingly relieved that the tension was past. I still had a memory of being acutely flustered by thoughts of my sister's bum, but that faded as we relaxed into a comfortable silence. The twittering of birds and the buzzing of insects under the rustling leaves made this a very pleasant spot indeed. We relaxed for perhaps ten minutes. I took another swig from my bottle and Sue did the same. Putting the cap back on, she turned back to her bike to replace the bottle in its holder. She seemed to have difficulty in getting the bottle in, because she got up on her knees and leaned forward to inspect the problem more closely. Of course I looked. Very shapely. Not only that, but the tight cycling shorts moulded themselves on the area below her bum. My imagination was starting to stir. What fired me up more was that Sue was almost certainly doing this deliberately. Either for my benefit or as a tease. Either way, it was not something a sister normally did to her brother. "What's the problem?" I asked casually to break the spell. "Got it now," she replied, throwing herself back on the grass. Now my imagination had got going and I realised that Sue had provoked me deliberately, I felt little guilt in looking at the front of Sue's shorts, visible below the bottom of her shirt. I couldn't help admiring the smooth slope from the bottom of the shirt to down between her legs. Rather different from my own rather lumpy equivalent. OMG, I shouldn't be thinking about such things! But surely looking is OK, as long as she doesn't catch me again. I didn't dare stare in case she looked at me, so I took occasional glances. I was, of course, quite familiar with the structure of a woman between her legs having devoured vast amounts of porn on my computer while I masturbated, but this was not only a live female but my sister and, therefore, engendered a distinct excitement with voyeuristic and taboo overtones. In other words, my cock stirred.. No problem yet. I was nowhere near hard yet. More a consciousness of my cock. All right if I could not let my thoughts run away with me. Problem was, me eyes were already travelling up Sue's shirt to other inviting shapes. I groaned inwardly. This could get awkward. If I was hard and Sue decided it was time to go, I would not be able to conceal it in my shorts. I decided to stop looking at Sue's body and calm down. Unfortunately, I'm a man. OK, I could try walking away until I calmed down. But, when I returned, the problem would be the same. And Sue would wonder why I was walking away. Pre-emptive strike. "Do you think we ought to be heading back?" Sue raised her head and looked at me. "No, we've got plenty of time." Think, Dick, think. The action of Sue looking at me had caused her to part her legs slightly. Great. Now I could look between her legs and imagine that the shorts were moulding themselves to her... pussy. Oh, shit! That did not help the state of my cock. Somehow, her shirt had ridden up a little too and there was a thin strip of skin showing above her shorts. My brain joined some dots and I was imagining the skin continuing down the slope to her pussy. Was I in trouble now. My lumpy terrain was becoming distinctly hilly. If Sue looked at me now, she'd be sure to notice. Brilliant plan. I'll take my shirt off and then, when we go home, I'll tuck it into the waistband of my shorts and let it hang over my groin. I sat up, stretched and quickly stripped my shirt off. I laid down again on my side with my knees slightly drawn up to hide myself from Sue. "Lucky bugger," Sue murmured. "What?" I asked. "You can take your shirt off." Oh, come on, Dick, there's an obvious response to that. "No, I'm not," she murmured again. Even that was a change. An implied reference to her breasts. I glanced again at where they were. Gentle rises under her shirt. I wondered what her nipples looked like. I'd love to see them, but no chance of that. Still, no sense in not trying in this new atmosphere. "Up to you." Silence. "So you wouldn't mind if I took my shirt off?" I could honestly think of nothing better right now and there seemed a chance that she actually would. "Well, you've got a bra on haven't you?" "Yes, but I don't normally show it to you." No and I wouldn't normally look. I had, of course, caught occasional glimpses down her blouse, but had quickly averted my eyes to avoid embarrassment. I must admit that some of her more low-cut bras had afforded me a glimpse of cleavage and this would fuel my imagination for a very pleasant wank, but the thought of a full view of her bra whilst she was wearing it gave my prick a slight pulse. Her use of 'normally' was interesting. She was acknowledging that there was something different here and that, perhaps, normal rules didn't apply. "So, pretend it's a bikini," I said casually. "I don't have a bikini," she pointed out, "all my swimming costumes are one-piece." I knew that. I had often imagined her in a bikini when we had gone swimming, but the reality was not there. "It wouldn't stop us pretending though." "You just want to see my boobs," she laughed nervously. Yes, yes, yes! "But I would only see your bra." This conversation was not helping my cock which was swelling up appreciably now and was getting uncomfortable due to it being pointed down and wanting to be pointed up. My tight shorts would not allow a surreptitious rearrangement, so I would have to pull my waistband out to allow realignment. I had to do it since I was in some discomfort so I pulled my waistband out, reached down to my cock and pulled it up. "Oh, God!" Sue had chosen that moment to sit up and couldn't help but notice what I was doing. I blushed furiously and let my waistband go. Much more comfortable, but Sue was looking directly at the bulge in my shorts. Cycling shorts don't hide much at the best of times, but if what is inside them is trying to get out, they do a very poor job. "I'm not sure taking my shirt off would be a very good idea," she said quietly. "Sorry." She continued to stare at my bulge. I glanced down and could see that my cock was clearly outlined under the fabric. Another long silence, but she didn't take her eyes off me. I desperately tried not to make my prick twitch. Sue apparently came to a decision. "What have you got under your shorts?" Oh, come on! "I mean," she said quickly, flustered, "what underwear?" Jesus! Where was this going? "Briefs." Boxers don't work under cycling shorts and I hate them anyway. "Kind of like swimming trunks?" Ah, I liked the way this going. "I suppose." Sue was definitely in the driver's seat. "Well, you look... uncomfortable in your shorts and I am rather too. If you promise not to stare, perhaps we can pretend we're swimming?" Did she just say she was uncomfortable in her shorts? She couldn't be excited like I was, could she? And was she offering a mild 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours'? One problem. Dare I say it? I took a chance. "OK, but I'm afraid my... discomfort will be... even more obvious." Sue blushed yet again. This was obviously new territory for both of us. "I promise not to look," she said in a small voice. In for a penny, in for a pound. "I don't mind you looking." This had come a long way out of our comfort zones. As far as I knew, neither of us had been in this kind of sexual position before and certainly not with a sibling. I wanted to see her naked and be naked with her. That wasn't going to happen, but I wanted to get as close to it as possible. I bent forward to take my shoes off and realised that my cock was very stiff. I untied the laces and kicked the shoes off. Sue watched me carefully and, when I sat back up straight, she fiddled with bottom of her shirt. Go on! I screamed in my head. Bike Ride She took a deep breath and stripped the shirt off over her head. My eyes were immediately drawn to her bra which was plain white and contained her breasts. I naturally looked to see if I could see any sign of her nipples and there they were! "Don't stare too much please," she pleaded. "I'm not used to this." "Nor am I, but you're lovely." This was getting into dangerous territory. We were acknowledging each other's bodies and I for one was admitting sexual feelings for her. Bugger the danger though. I wanted to see her pants as well and then I could imagine her naked more easily. I felt I had to take the lead on this, despite the acute embarrassment I was feeling over my erection. I laid back and arched my bum off the ground. Here goes. I grasped the waistband and pulled it down to just below the waistband of my pants. I quickly checked that I wasn't showing anything above my pants and carried on stripping my shorts off. I lowered my bum and kicked my shorts the rest of the way off. I glanced own at myself clad only in my briefs and I was disturbed by how big I looked. Sue was blatantly staring at me and breathing deeply. "Sorry," I said weakly. "Don't be," she said gently, "you're lovely." God! My sister Sue was staring at my albeit covered cock and admiring it! This had to be a dream, but, if it was, I was going to enjoy it as much as possible; if it wasn't, I was certainly going to enjoy it as much as possible. I glanced at her covered nipples again and I swear they were more pronounced. I wanted to hurry her along in taking off her shorts so I could see more and imagine more, but I didn't want to scare her. However, she was blatantly looking at my bulging pants, so maybe I could push things a bit. "Have we got time for a swim?" She giggled. "OK, fair enough." She bent forward to unlace her shoes and gave me the best view down her bra. I'm sure I could almost see her nipples. She kicked her shoes off and laid back lifting her bum just as I had done. She pushed her shorts down a little way, checked that her pants were 'decent' and then pushed the shorts further down and kicked them off. Since she was facing me directly, my eyes were drawn to her pants. Could I see the outline of her pussy lips? No, but my imagination was working overtime! OK, this was out of control. The flood-gates had opened for both of us. We had behaved respectably with each other for five or six years with no hint of anything sexual between us and now this. It wasn't as if we had suppressed these thoughts, not consciously anyway, we just hadn't had them. At least as far as I was concerned. Maybe Sue had been having secret licentious thoughts about me all along. Maybe she wasn't the innocent I assumed she was and it was just me that was naïve. Whether Sue was as naïve as me, the jolt that had woken me up had caused her to respond in a similar way and we were both thinking along the same lines. Here we were, alone and unlikely to be disturbed, in our underwear and me with a very obvious erection. Not only that, but Sue was not shy about looking at it. "Dick!" Sue's voice intruded on my daydreaming. "Dick, this is getting slightly weird." I had to agree, but was that sufficient reason to stop? "You're obviously aroused and I'm getting turned on myself and that shouldn't happen between brother and sister." Party pooper. But she was right. If this went much further, if we, say, touched each other, we would have crossed a boundary. Things would never be the same between us again and we would continue to push the boundary back. If that happened, full sex was the inevitable outcome and we would have lost the sibling relationship that we had for ever. That was too precious to lose for the sake of sex. We would both have sexual partners eventually and, if we kept our hands to ourselves now, we would still have each other as well. "You're right, Sue," I declared, feeling deflated nevertheless, "if we don't stop, we could lose our brother-sister relationship and I don't want that to happen." Tears sprung to Sue's eyes as she agreed with me. "Phew! It was getting a bit hot there, wasn't it?" "It was your fault for having such a hot body," I pointed out, grinning. "Get away! There's nothing special about me." "Well, I would disagree. Your legs are beautifully shaped, your stomach is beautifully flat, your arms are beautifully slender and shapely, your face is lovely and your hair sets it of perfectly; and that's only the bits I can see." "Careful!" she cautioned. "It's OK, the heat has gone out of the situation and the danger is past, I think. As far as I can see, our brother-sister relationship has moved on to a more adult level." "Yes, you're right," she said thoughtfully, "we should be able to talk about our bodies without losing control like lust-crazed teenagers." "You," she continued, " have a finely toned body, all muscly in the right places. Of course, that again is only the bits I can see." I looked down at my pants. "Well, I don't think you need much imagination to fill in the missing bits." Sue laughed. "Of course, I've never seen one, so my imagination doesn't help me much." Surely not! "But haven't you looked at any porn? There's plenty on the internet." "No, I've never dared do that." "But how...?" Oh no, I couldn't ask that! "How what?" Shit! Masturbation to me was a very personal thing. I wasn't going to be able to discuss it with Sue no matter where our new-found openness was leading. "Never mind," I mumbled. "I suppose you have looked at porn?" "Some," I admitted uncomfortably. I spent something like an hour a day looking at porn and wanking myself off, but it wasn't for public consumption. I imagined she was going to ask "Why?" next and that would have had me really stumped, but she didn't. "So you can imagine my hidden bits?" It was no good, my prick was going towards rock-solid again having slightly deflated with the reduction in temperature between us. "Yes and no," I answered carefully, still mindful of getting as much as I could out of this situation without jeopardising our relationship. It was a fine line to tread but the demon on my shoulder told me to risk it. "I know what women in general look like, but..." "But you don't know what I look like," Sue continued, picking up on my unfinished sentence. "It's not going to happen, Dick." "Fair enough, " I said. I decided on a different tack. "Perhaps you could help my imagination?" "How?" she asked suspiciously. Rightly so. "Well, how about you describe your bum?" "What on Earth do you mean 'describe it'?" "Well, as though I'm looking at it." "What, naked?" "Yes," I said, hardly daring to breathe. "You're joking." "Well, yes, I was because you probably don't know what it looks like." After a pause, I asked "What about your boobs?" "What about them?" "Describe them." "They're round and attached to my chest," she laughed. "But that hardly does them justice, I'm sure. What do they feel like?" "You were asking what they look like and now you want to know what they feel like?" "Well, I wanted to know what they look like because I'm never going to see them and, equally, I'm wondering what they feel like because I'm never going to feel them." "No, you're certainly not!" "I know," I said patiently, "that's why I'm asking you to describe them." "What do I get out of this?" Fair question. "Well, I suppose I can always describe something to you." Sue's eyes lit up momentarily. She didn't actually look at my crotch, but I could see where her thoughts were lying. "What on Earth are we doing, Dick? We've never talked to each other like this before." "No, but I'm finding it rather good. We've always skirted round sex before, but it's something we're both interested in and we can share our thoughts with each other. I think it's something a brother and sister ought to be able to do." "Yes, I agree, but I'm not sure that we should discuss sex and get excited about it. You were very obviously excited and I must admit I was too. Surely that should be reserved for sexual partners. If we're not careful, we could be heading towards incest." "I was seeing it more as a bit of fun for us," I said. "Yes, we got excited, but that was probably because we weren't used to talking about sex to anyone. I think being brother and sister means that it's rather safer for us to talk freely about our feelings." "I'm not so sure," said Sue after some thought. "Seeing your obvious arousal got me going too, just like I imagine it might be with a proper boyfriend." "But," I retorted, "you didn't rip my clothes off." Sue muttered something under her breath and then blushed bright scarlet. "What was that?" "Never you mind." "Not fair. I thought we were sharing things now." "Not everything." "Apparently. But who decides where the boundary is? Have we just moved the boundary a bit, or have we abolished it altogether? I would like to think we've abolished it. That doesn't mean," I added hastily, "that we can do anything sexual, but that we can discuss anything sexual." "I'm not sure I'm ready for that." I was having to think quickly now. "But we don't have to talk about sex all the time. It's just that if there's anything that you're puzzled about that I might be able to shed some light on, or vice versa, we should feel we can discuss it with each other. That has been the case with us before with most subjects. It's just that, with sex, we will have different views on it and it might help if we can appreciate each other's point of view." "OK, but we must feel able to not answer each other's questions if they make us feel uncomfortable." "Of course, that goes without saying. There's nothing compulsory about this. It's just brother and sister helping each other." I decided to let Sue mull all this over and not push it. We had come a long way and I felt that Sue would scare more easily than me if we went too far. I had hopes of seeing Sue naked and feeling her body freely, but I had talked that out of court in the near future at least. For all I knew, Sue wanted to see me naked and feel me as well; she was certainly interested in my bulging pants. But I wouldn't push it. I laid back in the grass with a contented sigh. Life was good at this moment. My relationship with my sister, whilst always being good, had taken a step towards a more interesting, if not exciting, stage. I was with her in a state of undress that we had not been in with each other before. The weather was absolutely perfect and we didn't have to rush anywhere. A long, contented silence ensued. Our bodies appeared to be relaxed, but my mind was working feverishly and I'm fairly sure that Sue's was as well. I got the impression that she wanted to ask me something and didn't know how to broach the subject. If that was true, then the subject was likely to be sexual and I wondered how to encourage her to make the first move. After a few minutes, I felt that I could draw Sue's attention to my bulge again without threatening her, so I stood up and scanned the horizon. Sue could look at me without moving if she wanted to and I was sideways on to he so she could view the profile of my bulge, Although I wasn't fully erect, I was sufficiently aroused to tent my pants noticeably. "What are you looking at?" she asked. I resisted the same question back. "Just seeing what there is to see," I replied vaguely "Well, something;s got you going again," she smiled. I looked down and managed to look embarrassed. I didn't, however, attempt to hide it. "I'm afraid it happens rather a lot, but it's usually better hidden." "But something must cause it," she stated innocently. "I mean you must be having sexy thoughts." "Well, I suppose this situation we're in is causing my imagination to fire. I reckon it must be the same for you." "Well, I suppose it is." "In your case, it's not so visible though." "No," she replied thoughtfully. Come on, this is the time to push it. I twitched my prick. Sue gasped. "Sorry," I said. "It's got a mind of its own." "Only one brain in your body," she observed drily. "But two heads I'm afraid." I twitched again. My tent was getting bigger. "It can't be just us talking about talks about sex," she asserted. "Well, it can be," I replied, "but seeing you in your underwear as well is probably contributing to my condition." "But I'm your sister. You shouldn't be thinking about me like that." "My other head doesn't know about relationships, I'm afraid. It sees a pretty girl in not much clothing and it gets interested in what's underneath." I decided to pile on the pressure. "You're probably in a similar position. You're looking at my pants and wondering what's underneath, despite the fact that I'm your brother." Sue was silent for a moment. "Fair point," she conceded. We both reflected on the situation. To my surprise, Sue broke the silence. "If we go any further with this, there can be no touching. We are brother and sister after all. But I think we are both too interested to just let it go. I'm prepared to satisfy your curiosity if you'll satisfy mine." My prick was, by now, completely hard. "There's my answer," I said, pointing at it. Sue laughed nervously. "Show me," she breathed. "Are you sure?" I asked, offering her a way out, even at this late stage. "Oh yes, show me your ... cock." I looked around to make sure we were alone, took a deep breath and slid my pants down my thighs. My prick remained vertical, as stiff as I could ever remember it. Sue gasped and sat looking at it, entranced. "Oh my God, Dick, it's lovely. Get down here before someone sees you." I kicked off my pants and sat beside her, legs stretched out so my prick was still exposed. "I can't believe we're doing this," she breathed, "we're very naughty." "But, as long as there's no touching," I said, "we can claim it's educational." She grinned back. "I'd love to see your breasts," She nodded and reached round her back to undo her bra. When it was loose, she pulled it forward and away from her breasts, exposing them to me. My God, they were beautiful! Perfectly breast-shaped with no sag, of medium size and with small, pale pink nipples. The centres of the nipples were already erect. She looked at me anxiously. "They're absolutely beautiful, Sue. I can't imagine more perfect breasts." Sue blushed. I decided to push the envelope a bit more. "They're just perfect. I can imagine they're a perfect handful and the nipples look like they would be perfect to suck on." Sue blushed more vigorously. She muttered something under her breath which I didn't catch. "Sorry?" I asked. Sue took a deep breath. "I said I was thinking similar things about your cock." Her face was crimson. "That it looks perfect to handle and to suck on?" She nodded. "I didn't think you would think thoughts like that." I was shocked and excited. "It's a bit of a shame we said no touching," I added cheekily. "We mustn't," she said forcefully. "Of course not., but I would dearly like to see you naked," I prompted. " I can't believe we're doing this." "You can stop any time you feeling uncomfortable," I pointed out riskily. She muttered something under her breath again. I raised an eyebrow at her. " I said I'm feeling uncomfortable all right. Uncomfortably wet." "Please show me." I held my breath whilst she struggled inwardly. Suddenly, she raised her bum off the ground and pushed her pants down and all the way off. Her legs were together, so all I could see was some pubic hair, but this was enough to bring my cock to unprecedented stiffness. "You're beautiful, Sue. You're the sexiest naked girl I've ever seen. Please let me see everything." Sue obviously felt she had some control over me for a change. She smiled shyly at me and asked me what I wanted to see. "Your pussy, Sue. Show me your pussy. My cock wants to see your pussy." "I'm not sure. It's all a bit messy, I'm afraid." "I don't care," I cried desperately. "Look, my cock is messy too," and I pointed out the pre-cum running over the head. "You're not cumming are you?" "No," I laughed gently, "that's just lubrication like your pussy getting wet. If I cum, it'll shoot everywhere." "Oh," she said, "I think I've led too sheltered a life." "Never mind, " I said, "there's plenty of time to catch up." Sue looked me in the eye and started to spread her thighs. I looked down and watched as her pussy came into view. When her lips were exposed and started to separate, I couldn't help exclaiming "Oh, you are so lovely Sue!" She blushed prettily and tuned her gaze deliberately to my cock. "You're lovely yourself, Dick," she said, "but, if I remember correctly, this all started with us feeling the need to talk about sexual things and here we are, naked, lusting over each other's bodies." "You're lusting over my body?" I asked, surprised by her forthrightness. "Oh yes, why do you think I'm wet?" "Yes, the same reason I'm hard." "But the problem is," she continued, "that, if we weren't brother and sister, we would be all over each other at this stage and we would end up fucking." I actually gasped. I had never heard that word from Sue before. She grinned. "I'm not actually the kind of girl that I seem to be at home. As I said, though, if we were girlfriend and boyfriend, we would certainly be feeling each other by now and end up fucking. That can't happen with us. The problem we have, as I see it, is that we're both very excited but can't bring it to its natural conclusion, so I think we're going to have to masturbate." "Jesus, Sue." "The way I see it, we'll both scurry off to our rooms immediately we get home and masturbate. In the interests of educating ourselves sexually, which was, after all, the point of all this, and seeing as I can't wait that long, I'm going to masturbate. It would be far less embarrassing for me if you were to wank as well. I've been dying to see a boy cum for ages." Wanking was such a private matter, I could only wonder how randy Sue was to suggest it. Even I, in my fevered state, felt some reluctance to demonstrate my masturbation techniques, but this was overcome by my desire to see Sue in the throes of an orgasm. "I'm a boy," I said, unnecessarily, "so I'm always ready to wank." "How often do you do it?" I considered how I should answer and decided on the truth. "Probably two or three times a day." "Hmmm, a bit more than me. I usually only get off once a day, but sometimes, if I'm feeling particularly randy, I have multiple orgasms." My prick lurched and Sue, on seeing it, dropped her hand between her legs. "Oh my God, Dick. Please do it with me!" She spread her legs wide, displaying her pussy, and slid a finger between the lips. I grasped my shaft and started the familiar action. This wasn't going to take long and I suspected Sue was pretty close too. She slid two fingers inside her pussy and I could see her thumb playing at the top of her lips. That would be her clit. This was surreal and I could only wonder at the frustration that was yet to come in our relationship, but, for now, I just wanted to cum and watch Sue cumming. "Tell me what you're thinking," gasped Sue. "I'm thinking how much I want to see you cum. I'm thinking that my first naked girl couldn't be a more beautiful one. I'm thinking I want to fuck you." "Exactly the same for me," she panted and threw her head back in ecstasy. Her fingers were flying now and she arched her back off the ground. "I'm there as well, Sue," I said, feeling the familiar tingle. She sat up, a wild look in her eyes. "Show me." Bike Ride I knelt in front of her and pumped the final strokes. My cum flew out towards her and landed on her right breast first and then her stomach. The next jet landed just above her pubic hair and then the rest ran down my hand. Sue's hand resumed its motion in her pussy and she arched her back again and groaned loudly. "Mind," I warned her, "there's some cum just above your cu..., er, pussy. Don't want it to get inside." "That's not what you said just now," she grinned, " and I like the word 'cunt'. It's suitably rude." "Sometimes I prefer 'pussy' if I'm admiring a beautiful girl", I said, "and I think of a cunt if I'm wanking over some porn." "Well, you started to use the word 'cunt', so which is it?" "While I was cumming and just afterwards, it was definitely a cunt, but now my focus has zoomed out a bit, I'm seeing a beautiful girl who has a very pretty pussy." "Bravo!" "I particularly like the iced cherry bun on your chest." She looked down at her breasts and laughed. "I didn't realise you would shoot that far." She wiped my spunk off her breast with her finger and studied it. "What does it taste like?" "Difficult to describe," I replied. "Only one way to find out." "I suppose," and she stuck her finger in her mouth. "Hmmm, odd." "I'd love to taste your juices, but I can't think how to do that without touching you." Sue pondered for a moment. "I suppose, in the interest of scientific investigation, sucking my finger could be exempt from the touching rule." She reached down between her legs, pushed her middle finger in her pussy and held it out tome. It was glistening with her pussy juice. I closed my lips over finger and licked it. I could taste her juices. Almost sweet, quite unlike my semen. "Delicious," I declared, smacking my lips. "Any more?" Sue grinned. "Let me see," and she went back to her pussy, this time with two fingers. She scooped the juice out and offered it to me. I licked her fingers and imagined, as I licked between her fingers that it was her cunt I was licking. "More?" She went back for more and I followed her fingers with my head. "Just to make sure we don't lose any," I explained. We were now, inadvertently, in a sort of 69 position. Immediately her fingers came out, I sucked them into my mouth. The smell between her legs was intoxicating and my prick jerked to an even greater erection. Sue noticed this. "Can you cum again?" "Definitely." "So can I. What if we were to do it in this position?" "I could get loads of juice from your cunt and I could shoot into your mouth." "Oh God, yes," she exclaimed, "but we're going to have to be careful about the no-touching rule." "Well," I pondered, "if it's OK to suck fingers, it must be OK to touch hands with hands. Suppose we masturbate but touch hands as we're doing it. Then we can guide each other. If I want some of your cunt-juice, I can pull your fingers out and suck them. If you want my cum anywhere in particular, just guide my hand so my cock's pointing to the right place.." "Oh God, so we'll be wanking each other without touching. This is getting extremely naughty." "But fun?" "Oh yes. I've been masturbating for years and always dreamed of doing sex with someone else. I never expected it to be you, It makes it even more exciting than I imagined. I suppose it's because I know you so well." "I know what you mean. I've watched a lot of porn and I now realise it's a poor substitute for real sex and, as you say, it's better because I know you." I grabbed my cock impulsively. It was as hard as I ever remembered it. I sensed Sue squirming he upper body towards me a bit and then felt her hand tentatively hold the outside of my hand. It wasn't big enough to wrap itself around my hand, but I felt it encourage my hand to move up my shaft. When I reached the head, I paused and waited for Sue to move my hand down. I saw Sue's other hand move between her legs and part her pussy lips. I touched the back of her hand with mine and then lightly gripped it. Now I could move her hand so her fingers trailed up and down her slit and, as I did so, I felt my other hand being moved down my shaft. Sue quickly cottoned to the action of my wanking, at first mostly following my hand's familiar movements and, after a while, controlling me in an excitingly novel way. Similarly, I followed her masturbation actions until I felt confident to introduce my own motions. I decided I wanted to taste her, so I pulled her hand away from her and move her glistening fingers to my mouth. I licked her fingers as sensuously as I could, enjoying the unfamiliar taste and then moved her hand back to her slit. I made sure her fingers entered her vagina and then moved them up the slit so that she rubbed around her clit. After a few repeats of this, I tasted her again and, this time, she was considerably wetter. This excited me even more and I moved my hand on my shaft even quicker. She managed to follow me and then I felt the familiar feeling. "I'm cumming," I gasped. "So am I," she gasped back and intensified the movement of her fingers on her clit. I entered the final quick-stroke phase of wanking and felt Sue just point my prick in the direction of her choosing. On the point of cumming I stopped stroking so that my cum didn't spray all over the place and I felt Sue make final adjustments to the direction. I intensified Sue's hand movements on her clit in the hope that she would cum with me. Then I spurted. I trusted Sue to be aiming me in a suitable direction. Sue clamped her thighs together, trapping our hands, and shouted: "Oh, God, that's good!!" I could feel Sue's body trembling with passion. I had to taste her juices, so I eased her thighs apart as soon as I could and scooped the juice from her cunt with her fingers and moved it to my mouth. The juice was actually dripping from her fingers and I licked as much as I could. This was heavenly. I became aware that Sue was moving my hand up and down again, more slowly on the up stroke. This was the familiar action to squeeze the last drops of cum out and I couldn't resist looking at what she was doing. I moved my body a little away from hers and looked down between them. Sue realised what I was doing and looked back at me, grinning broadly. Her face was plastered with my cum, but what excited me even further was that she was extending her tongue to capture the last drop she had managed to squeeze out!. She was about to break her own no-touching rule! "You're going to break your own rule?" "I've got your cum all over my face and have tasted it. We've seen each other come at close quarters. I've decided to abandon the no-touching rule and tidy you up a bit." She licked the drop off the end of my cock and then proceeded to lick me clean. I reciprocated by moving her hand from between her legs and diving in with my tongue. I licked all round her slit, parting her lips and getting in as far as I could. She was pretty wet in there and I moved up to her clit to see if I could make her come again. "Dick! Wait a minute," she said, pushing me away from her pussy. "What are you thinking?" I was slightly confused. "I was thinking how nice it was licking your cunt." She blushed at my coarse language. "And it was nice having it licked," she grinned, "especially while I was sucking your cock." "So what's the problem?" She turned herself around so our bodies were lying together. "No problem. I just wondered if you were thinking the same thoughts as me." I twigged what she was saying. "Would those thoughts have anything to do with fucking, because I know mine were." "Well, it seems like the flood-gates have been opened and I don't see how we're going to stop the flood. I must admit that I don't really want to. I've been respectable for too long and I want to feel what it's like being a non-virgin. To feel what it's like to not worry about taking the final step, but be concerned more with whether I want to have sex with someone." I realised that that matched my sentiments almost exactly. "I couldn't have put it better myself," I said. "However, we may have to wait a while for me to recover." I indicated my wilting penis. "Let's hope it doesn't take too long. I'd love to have it inside me." I thought that a bit of dirty talk might help the situation. "Whereabouts inside you would you like it?" "Where do you think?" "Tell me, Sue," I said quietly, "tell me where you want my stiff cock." "In my pussy." "Not good enough." She got the idea. "OK, in my cunt." "And what shall I do with my cock in your cunt?" "Fuck me until we both come and I feel your hot sperm splashing inside me." "Can I do that? Are you on the pill?" "Yes," she smiled, "I've been on the pill for a couple of years to control my periods. They were a bit hard to bear sometimes." "Excellent! I didn't like the idea of condoms. Besides which, I haven't got any. Sorry about your bad periods though." She smiled. "Are we really going to fuck? It's a big step and I'd hate to think that it change our relationship for the worse." "I agree, but I've got the biggest hard-on ever and I can't think of a better place to put it than in your cunt." Sue laughed. "I like the word 'cunt'. I've never said it out loud before and it has a nice dirty feel to it." I stroked her between the legs. "Not so much dirty, but very slippery." "All the better to slip your cock in. Come on, fuck me." Sue pulled my shoulders round so that I was lying on top of her in the fucking position. We looked into each other's eyes and simultaneously felt like kissing. We did so passionately, wrestling our tongues together until we were both drooling and spit was running over Sue's face. We were both so turned on that we both reached for my cock together to guide it into her. It went in a little way and then I was conscious of her hymen obstructing further progress. "Push hard," she breathed, "I know it might hurt, but it'll be worth it." I was rather anxious not to hurt her, so I pushed gently but to no avail. "Harder," she growled. "Do the hard part once and then we can fuck whenever we want." That sounded like a good incentive, so I pushed harder. Luckily, my cock was really stiff and acted as an effective battering ram on Sue. I burst through the barrier and skidded to a halt almost entirely inside her. "Just a minute," she said breathlessly, "let it just be inside me for a mo'." "It feels nice," she continued, "but it did hurt just a bit." I respected her wishes and kept as still as I could, but I couldn't help thinking that it was indeed feeling very nice and that we were no longer virgins. We could fuck our brains out ... . Suddenly, 'fuck' wasn't the right word; 'make love' sounded better: we could make love our brains out. Hmm, perhaps if we were going to make love, it would be at a gentler pace than I was imagining. I'd listened to too many schoolboy braggings and watched too much porn. I kissed Sue again, but tenderly this time. "Are you OK?" "Yes, it feels lovely. Perhaps you could move a little now?" Instead of moving, I twitched my cock. "Oh! That felt rather nice." I did it again and again she expressed her delight. I gently slid the rest of the way in and nestled my body gently against hers. "I want to try going in and out fairly slowly so that we can both build up the tension, " I told her, "we probably won't get it right the first time, but it's worth trying." "I like the idea of this being the first time and that it will get better," she smiled. I gently pulled out a little and then slid in gently to the hilt again. "OK?" I asked her. "Oh, yes," she breathed. I repeated the movement again. "Still OK?" I asked. "Yes and take it that it is until I tell you it isn't." I set up a gentle fucking rhythm and took the opportunity to play with Sue's nipples. She seemed to appreciate that, as she put her hands over mine to keep them in place. I wasn't going to last very long, but I wanted Sue to come as well - it was her fuck every bit as much as mine. "Keep going," she urged, "please keep going." I was going to come in a few seconds, I could feel the pressure building up, so I increased the tempo to give Sue a chance. She took it and her body spasmed and she mashed my hands into her breasts. This took me over the edge and I could feel my knob swell and then spurt inside Sue. Sue literally screamed, "I can feel you coming!" I then had the strongest orgasm I had ever had and my body tensed up as Sue's had done. My muscles all locked for a few seconds and then, when they released a little, I found that I was crying. I didn't care whether Sue saw me, so I looked back into her eyes and saw tears there. We cuddled together until the tears subsided a little. "Oh my God!" breathed Sue, "that was wonderful." By way of answer, I cuddled her tighter. We were both out of breath, both with the physical exertion and the strength of emotion involved. After a while, Sue voiced what I was thinking at the same time: "I think, in our case, incest is a very pleasant way of passing the time." "I agree; making love to my sister is the best thing I have ever done." I was still inside her, but, by then, I was barely hard at all. Even an attempt at a twitch had no effect and Sue didn't notice. I wanted to get hard and I considered that, with Sue's help, I could do that fairly quickly. Even though I had just fucked her and there was a new spirit of openness about our relationship, I still felt awkward. I was going to have to overcome this shyness. "I want to get hard again so we can make love." "OK," she replied matter-of-factly, "I'm up for that, how do we do the same for you?" I laughed. "Choice of two options: either give me a blow-job or talk dirty to me." "Well, if I take the blow-job option, you'll have to take your cock out of my cunt and it feels rather nice in there. Talking dirty it is. Keep twitching your cock inside me like you were doing before. When I can feel it, I know I'm getting somewhere." "Suck my nipples," she continued. I bent forward slightly, held her breasts, one in each hand, and extended my tongue to lick the nipples alternately. As my head neared hers, she kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear: "Don't forget to keep twitching your cock in my cunt. I need to feel the moment you start getting hard. Then we can fuck again and I can feel your cum squirting into my cunt and I can cum again." I twitched and she certainly felt it. "How much harder can you get?" "A little bit." "I like talking about my cunt," she whispered. "I've never said it out loud before and now I'm encouraging you to fuck me in it. I never expected today to turn out like this." I felt myself harden and moved out and in a little. Sue's cunt was very lubricated and she breathed in my ear: "Oh, yes, that feels nice. Keep fucking me like that." I gradually quickened the pace, still conscious that she might be sore, but eager to fill her up with my cum. After a few seconds, Sue got into the swing of it and thrust her hips to meet mine on the downstroke. She wrapped her arms and legs around my body, but never missed a beat. Her movements became more violent, as did mine, and she finally let out a wail of pleasure as she came and that caused me to come as well. I felt my cum pulsing into her cunt and hugged her tighter until I regained my breath. After a few minutes, we recovered a little and released our holds somewhat. Ever the practical one, Sue slapped me on the back. "By the time we clean ourselves up and get presentable, I think it will be time to get back." "I dare you to ride home naked." "That would not only probably make my cunt sore, but would also probably get me arrested and I would be late for tea. So no." "Oh, OK," I pouted. "I could just imagine following you home with your pretty bum in view." "Well, when we're alone again, you can inspect my bum as long as you like." "OK, I suppose that'll have to do." We stood up and used our water to clean ourselves off a bit. Sue started to dress; first to disappear was her pretty bum, followed by her pretty breasts and the the rest of her body until she resembled a lady cyclist. I knew, however, that she was really a very sexual girl who also happened to be my sister. I got dressed under Sue's watch until I was a male cyclist. I had a slightly exaggerated crotch, but, otherwise, was fairly normal. Sue texted Mum to say we were on our way and, when she had sent it, she said, "We have to do this again." I smiled. "I'm free tomorrow." "That's convenient, so am I." Bike Ride I had gotten a good start that morning. I was up and dressed as early as if it were a regular day of work. After eating, a quick shower, and the complete rub-down with sunblock, I was on the street by 8:00 AM. Long bike rides had become a yearly ritual which I both loved and hated to love: it was a lot of fun on the trail in the cool, shady spots, but it was hell in the 90°F. heat after 45 miles or so. But the feeling of accomplishment outweighed the hardness of the long ride home. As usual, I was dressed in 501's, cut off high enough to keep me cool and long enough to prevent chafing from the padded seat of my 10 speed. My t-shirt was light coloured and my hat, shoes, and socks were all picked for comfort for the long ride from Discovery Park to Folsom Lake and back on a cool spring morning. Although I had brought my Walkman and some cassettes, I had left them in my 3 lb. backpack along with fruitrolls, a spare shirt, socks, and maps (in case I chose to leave the trail for food or repairs), a towel, and bike tools I hoped never to need. The air was cool at Discovery Park and I picked up my pace as I started the trail proper to war up but I never got to the point where I missed the sights. The magpies, meadowlarks, and mockingbirds kept up a steady chorus while the traffic noises slowly faded away and my spirits rose. I always loved this part of the ride and it would have been perfect if I had someone to take it with. The girl I had been dating was athletic and willing but 20 miles was pushing it for her. In fact, everything was pushing it for her: my dead-end job, my lack of interest in long vacation trips to 'wherever', my disinterest in marriage and kids. I knew we were on limited time and so did she but we were still good friends. Anyway, she had a friend she needed to see today and I couldn't put my ride on any other weekend. So, there I was, fantasizing about all the ways I could meet a girl on the trail. Needless to say, this is not a new thing for me to do but, hey, so what? I have never done more than offer a polite nod or a quiet 'hello' to any stranger but it's fine to picture the girl riding up behind you, licking her lips, and smiling as she speeds up just enough to let you know that following is OK. Allright, maybe my imagination is a little shaky but I don't write good scenarios, I just try to get mentally laid. Is that really so damned bad? I was really pumping hard for about a half hour and I'd warmed up to a 'comfortable coolness' when I saw the first rider. Actually, it was the last rider in a large rally of riders, all which had a number and a sponsor's name affixed to the backs of their shirts. Fortunately, the large amount of riders was spread out over a number of miles so it wasn't difficult to pass individuals and small groups whenever necessary. What was difficult was keeping my mind on the trail and off the female cyclist's bodies! And, wow! This was a fantasy-fuck dream come true: there were a lot of pretty women in every type of tight riding pants, shorts, cut-offs, and even some bikinis! These latter were obviously dressed for tans rather than serious riding but I wasn't complaining too loudly. I had a great time following some of the beautiful shapes - so much so that I completely lost my pace and openly smiled and chatted with a few. I was always greeted with smiles and easy conversation. Even the guys in the rally seemed happy and relaxed. I was almost wishing I was part of the rally myself but I realized that I didn't really want that; I wanted to be wrapped up in some cute, friendly girl's arms and on a bike wasn't the location I had in mind. A few more short chats, some covert looks of longing and I was up to speed again and past most of the rally - at least physically. My mind did a lot of stuff that my body never did. A little more than an hour later, I was into one of the best spots to stop. This place was right next to the American River, overgrown with scrub oaks and a lot of patches berry bushes, ferns and cattails. I stopped, pulled my bike off the trail and sat with my feet near the water, letting the light rapids, crickets and birds lull my mind from all else. On impulse, I locked my bike to a birch sapling and wandered along the shore as quietly as I could and there she was: tall and still, but seemingly unafraid. The doe was barely visible in the underbrush about 20 yards away and looking directly at me. I was as captivated by her as she was relaxed around me; apparently, she was used to the proximity of humans on "her" range. I slowly sat down in the brush and she resumed her snack of shoots and leaves. I don't know how long I sat there or when I dozed off. But I awoke to a gentle rustling behind me and fully expected to see the doe as I turned around slowly. I jumped when I saw the girl, still wearing the riding shorts and shoes but nothing else! She covered my mouth quickly and gestured for quiet while pointing to the doe, which was still about 15 yards away. I nodded and smiled, trying not to stare at her long brown hair, beautiful small breasts, or her..., oh, my! Three more of the girls from the rally were also here: each in an advanced state of losing clothes! I couldn't believe anything this weird could happen in anyone's life, much less mine, but, I blinked, frowned, and quietly watched the doe to..., uh, well, I don't know! I was as 'out-of-my-league' as any tap-dancing, one-legged rabbit and I had no clue what to do! That lasted about two seconds until somebody slipped off my hat, got a handful of my hair, and pulled my head down. I wound up face down in the crotch of someone's shorts with thighs on both sides of my head! Stiff as a board, I lay there and hands began touching me: my legs, arms, back, hips were all fondled. I was stripped in absolute silence, save for the rustling of the crushed underbrush and my clothing's fasteners. I was starting to really enjoy the 'view' when my head was lifted gently and we all sat looking at each other. I cannot describe the other girls, (I couldn't see after my glasses were removed) but my mouth was covered every time I even tried to whisper so I stopped trying and let my body be moved. There were always any number of hands on me; I never knew who was where but my head was pulled down again and, this time, I was pressed into the soft moist hair between one girl's thighs while a hand squeezed one of my hips. I lost all of my inhibitions, opening my mouth and parting her soft downy hair and body with my tongue. I could feel my chest being pinched and kissed and sucked, light biting on my shoulders and two hands kneading my calves. My head was moved up and back down again but, now, I was between different legs, different lips. A deep warmth on my penis as I am turned onto my back and I watch the mouth that was licking me depart as I'm mounted twice: my face is covered first by yet another beautiful, wet bliss and the intense, tight warmth below is rhythmic - removed, (replaced?), teased, removed again. My head is released and immediately covered by undulating sweetness again. I feel this one's climax into my mouth and I come, also, deep within soft, wet heat. I am placed on my side and the most loving care is given as I am repositioned and coaxed to arousal again, and again, and.. * * * * * I awoke (again) to a slight rustle and found myself face-to-face with the doe. She blinked at me, her nostrils flaring as she sniffed mankind in "her" habitat, then turned to crash off into the foliage. I dressed slowly, returned to my bike, and smiled as I saw the bikini bottoms on my bike's handlebars! I must have stood there for an hour, Folsom Lake and 100 miles of riding forgotten, and wondering how the heck she rode home without them.... Bike Ride Even after twenty-odd years of marital bliss, I still find it hard to understand certain actions of my wife. I mean, first, she gets mad at me for having an affair with our daughter... then she storms at me for breaking up the affair. As if that is not enough, she complains that I am not being randy enough! And boy, did she blow her top when our daughter let it slip that we were using protection. And now, she is mad that... I guess it all began when I sold my Jag for a 1987 model Harley-Davidson, complete with the leather gear and helmets and stuff. Then again, nothing would have happened if I had not decided to pick up Lisa, our daughter, when she decided to move back in with us. To tell you the truth, one way or the other, I don't care what really brought about the entire affair - I am glad something did, and that's all I wonder about. You would think that a twenty-one year old girl would want the privacy of an apartment away from home, away from the prying eyes and ears of her parents, just so that she wouldn't have to worry about any fistfights if her boyfriend brought her home a couple of hours too late, and you are probably correct. However, Elizabeth, our daughter, decided that she would like nothing more than coming back to stay with her parents. Naturally, we agreed. On retrospect, I believe my wife Beatrice, 'Bets', was instrumental in getting her daughter agree to the change of scenery, but since it was a non-issue and a matter between mother and daughter, I never brought it up. Neither did Lisa or Beatrice, at any point. I was too overjoyed when Lisa informed us that she was coming home that I never thought of questioning the reasons behind the move. On to the physical sketch. I am forty-ish, and the white streak that I fashionably allowed to run the length of my ponytail has invoked a lot of compliments, particularly one with the 'x' in it. I work out regularly, sweat a lot and work on my bike so often I can't get fat even if I tried (yeah, right!) A couple of months older than I, my wife Bets is slightly plump, with the wide hips and jiggling breasts that were so characteristic of the average fifties middle-aged female. Back when we were dating, she was a knockout - 'blondie with the wristwatch around the waist,' that was how she was referred to. Then, one night, during a party, the two of us snuck off for some heavy petting, and one thing, as always, leads to another. Before I knew it, I was slipping the wedding ring on her finger. To this day, I haven't had a single cause of regret that I did so. Lisa. I have to admit that if I were in her age sect, I would definitely kill to be on her date-list. She had inherited her grandmother's fiery red hair, along with the charming smile and the glorious body that would have done any woman proud. High breasts, blue eyes, a slight pout and long legs, combined with her tan - you get the picture. Even though it was a five-hundred mile trip to her apartments downstate, I decided to cover the distance with my bike rather than rent a car or use the planes. I have a morbid fear of flight; my daughter shares that fear. Other than the lean physique and the philanthropic outlook, the fear was the only thing that was similar about us. When I arrived at the reasonably posh apartment complex, I realized what a fool I had been. Everywhere around me were little convertibles, and I could imagine their impeccably dressed owners, in their Armanis and Heusens, clattering away on their cell-phones, acting rich, too important to be seen in a leather jacket on a black motorcycle. What the hell, I thought, I had ten times as much money as any of these worker ants would ever have, and I didn't mind being seen in a leather jacket on a black motorcycle. Anyone who has ridden on a Harley knows that they are incredibly stable; it's almost like riding a four-wheeler, only better. Even after the four hour journey from home, I wasn't too bushed to help my daughter pack the last of her remaining stuff into the movers' truck. That done, we watched, leaning on each other like friends, as the transport pulled into the traffic at the boulevard. We walked over to the neighborhood delicatessen for some early lunch - although it was just past eleven, both of us had skipped breakfast, me because I had been on the road, Lisa 'cause she had to submit her resignation at her office and then had been too busy packing to break off for food. As we ate, Lisa and I chatted on merrily, covering everything from the home-front to the office-front, and we laughed heartily as she recalled some of the corniest pickup lines that she had been treated to. Nothing was taboo between father and daughter. We left the delicatessen at a quarter to twelve, the forty-five minutes having passed unnoticed until the waitress had asked us pointedly, "Is there anything else?" I had replied, "Just the check." She snorted. "You paid that ten minutes ago." We got the message. The jingling of the motorcycle keys as we walked hand-in-hand, down the block, reminded me that Lisa was hardly dressed for a bike ride. She hadn't changed after coming back from her office, and was still in that business suit that showed a lot of stocking-clad leg. "Is that what you are going to wear?" Lisa gave me an embarrassed smile. "I don't have anything else - when you told me that you came here on the HD, I just dumped everything into the truck. I don't have anything else. Unless you are willing to buy me an outfit..." "Oh, no, Lisa dear. I did not travel five hundred miles just to be sidetracked to a shopping mall by my sweet-talking daughter. Besides, the only problem with what you are wearing is that it is too... chic. But then again, I am sure the winds at a hundred miles would give you that ruffled, untidy look. What do you say?" "Ruffled look, eh? Let me see what I can do about that." At this hour of the day, there was hardly anyone is sight as we walked towards the underground parking lot of her apartment. Lisa paused at the corner, the entrance just on the other side, and took off her coat. Then she reached behind her back and unbraided her hair, cascading it over her back. She ran a hand through the reddish flames a couple of times, until she had felt they were unkempt enough. The next move shocked me, because in all these years as her father, I had never ever had an opportunity to see her undress, and when you see a beautiful woman unbuttoning her shirt on a street that is all but deserted, your imagination thinks things you shouldn't. So when I saw my daughter reaching for the second button on her shirt, with the neck starting to gape open, I panicked, thinking that she was going to strip right there. "What are you doing?" I spluttered, reaching out to stop her. Lisa laughed on seeing the consternation on my face. It took her one fraction of a second to realize what had been coursing through her father's mind, and her amused eyes mocked me. She brushed my hand away and undid a third button, never once taking those baby blues off me, and only then did she move her hands away from the parting of her shirt. "God, Daddy! What did you think I was going to do, strip naked?" Now it was my turn to flash her an embarrassed smile. "I guess I overreacted." She nodded, the grin still on her face. "And how!" Then she surprised me by giving me a sloppy wet kiss on my cheeks, something she hadn't done since her last year at grade school. Her smile softened; she held my hand. "Thank you." I pretended to wipe her touch away, a motion so obviously false that the grin on her face grew again. "And, young lady, may I ask what that was for?" I could see by the glow in her eyes that she meant every word of what she was saying to me. It was always in her eyes. They never deceived me. "Many things. But most of all, for showing that you care. You act cool - okay, before you object, you ARE cool - and you give in to all my silly whims, be my best buddy, never actually hurt me... and still, you know when you have to be the father. You are the best." I am not normally a sentimental guy, but the only way tears wouldn't have come after that admission was if I was already six feet under my tombstone. My eyes grew moist, and I drew her acquiescent self towards me for a hug. It was the best compliment I had ever received, and I knew I would remember this moment for a long time ahead. The folks in the station wagons and family sedans that we overtook without as much as a 'Howdy!' must have mistaken us for a couple, and I don't think we had any defense in that matter. Lisa was positively hyper, the liberation of the open road like a stimulant that brought out the little girl in her. She laughed her pearly laughter as we raced on, occasionally throwing her arms up towards the heavens. I was glad to see the change in my daughter. The breakup with a steady boyfriend of three years last month had left her somewhat in low spirits, and although we never brought that up either, I knew that it was yet another reason - to get away from that two-timing sonofabitch who wanted to set her up with his boss so that he could have a raise - that made her want to move away. Today's youth have little or no stamina - that's what every penultimate generation has to say about its successor. I give in to the cliche, the bandwagon; even as I still felt energetic enough to take in a strip show, Lisa started to tone down her enthusiasm. Soon, the imminent was addressed. "Dad," she screamed over the roar of the engine - I had deliberately removed the muffler so that I could enjoy the sound in peace. "What?" I could see in the rearview mirror that she was rubbing her eyes. "I'm feeling sleepy." Now that's one thing an ordinary motorcycle is not built for. A sleeping passenger. I made a mental note to install a backrest and a seatbelt once we got back home. Still, for the moment, an alternative would have to be sought. "Want me to pull into a motel?" I shouted back. "No," came the immediate reply, "There is no need for that." Silence as both of us tried to think of something. Lisa's voice broke into the steady sound of the engine. "Can you ride with me in front of you?" "Backwards?" I asked stupidly. "Forwards, silly! Can you accommodate me on the tank? It is padded, isn't it?" I thought it over. At face, it didn't seem like such a good idea - a person in your view of the road is not exactly conducive to safe driving, but even as I thought about it, variations fell into place. She wouldn't be an obstacle to my field of vision, not if she supported her head on my shoulder as she slept. It would be tricky, but if she could lock her legs, the risk would be less; then she wouldn't fall off. Besides, with my hands always on the handlebar, she wouldn't hit the fleeting road below. I outlined my idea to my daughter, and she responded by drawing closer and locking her arms around my waist. Then she leaned over and kissed me lightly, almost teasingly, on my earlobe. "Thanks, Daddy," I heard her say, "I knew you would find a way." I cast a sidelong glance at her, just so that she could make out from the profile that I was grateful for her compliments. Lisa pushed herself backwards, sliding on the leather seat until her hands were just trailing over my body, and I took it as the cue to decelerate. I intended to pull over to let her come up front. "Don't slow down!" I couldn't believe my ears. Did she actually plan on... nah, she wouldn't... or would she? "What?" "Don't slow down!" she repeated, slower, clearer. Calmer. "Let me slide out in front of you." "You are kidding!" I hoped. I would like to tell you that the stunt was 'done by a trained professional... please do not try this yourselves,' but the fact was that my daughter wasn't a trained professional. She had a lithe body, granted, and she had firm control, granted, but when you perform such a stunt in a moving bike, it tends to get dangerous... and that's putting it mildly. I started to protest, but Lisa silenced me by cupping a hand over my mouth. Standing up, she looked like a model for all those wild-sports ads, with her hair flying backwards and face smiling beautifully against the onslaught of the wind. Then she cautiously came closer towards me, so close that the back of my head was pressed against her crotch, and then swung a leg over my shoulder. Even through the leather, I could sense the warmth of her skin. She held that pose for a couple of seconds, apparently making sure that the road was still deserted, and then - for the life of me, I don't know how - she swung her other leg over me so fast that before I knew it, she had plonked down on the padded tank, right in front of me. She threw out a delighted yell of triumph. "Yahoo! We did it, didn't we?" I smiled at her childlike exuberance; it was hard not to. "We certainly did, honey." "Yep. And it was a good thing that I had this miniskirt on... I don't think it would have been so easy otherwise." That drew my attention to her dress again. She had taken off the stockings back at the garage, dumping them along with her heels into the trash can, and was barefoot. What really grabbed my attention was the way the mini had slid up her thigh, emphasizing the creamy length of skin. For a second, for just a second, I wondered how the skin would feel to my fingertips. I was distracted from my observation by a peck on my lips. It was just like so many she had given me over the years, rewards for agreeing, but there was that slight difference that set it apart. Her tongue brushed against my lips, just enough to leave that aftertaste of touch, and darted back in. Before I knew it, I was staring into my daughter's eyes again. She beamed proudly at me, then ruffled her shirt. This caused me to pay attention to the split where she had undone three of her buttons, and I caught a glimpse of her white bra, lacy or not I couldn't tell, stretching across her cleavage. It was a good thing that Lisa shifted herself, then wrapped her arms around me and lowered her head on my shoulder. "G'night, Daddy." I kissed the top of her beautiful head. "G'night, sweetie. Sweet dreams." "I know I will," she quipped as she snuggled even closer to me, her legs on either side of mine, hands encircling my stomach as she held herself tightly against me. Within minutes, she was asleep. I rode in silence, enjoying the scenery and the feel of my daughter against me, making me want to go back all those years when I would carry her around as my 'backpack.' It's no wonder that the past is always the most beautiful - because you know you can never relive those moments again. Some may not want to, but most do. The rain came down in a matter of minutes, not bothering to warn the people below with its usual buildup from a drizzle. Lisa woke up as the cold droplets touched bare skin, and in the couple of seconds it took for her to become fully awake, her hair was totally drenched. I could hardly see more than ten feet in front of me, and that was only if I could keep the water out of my eyes. "Let's pull over," I suggested, my target the shelter of a gas station. Just then, a motel's sign flashed across, and Lisa pointed it out to me. The motel was just a mile away, and I could make that distance if I went slow enough. Even then, the sleet was so thick that I would have missed the entrance had it not been for the flashing lights that said, "Vacancy." I turned into the driveway. The man behind the counter was Mexican, smoking a cheap Cigarette, and naked from the waist up. He smiled as the two of us rushed into the dry foyer, and the reason was obvious. On the rack reserved for the rooms, there was only one key, for the one vacancy. Lisa and I had made it just in time. Even as I started to speak, the man turned off a switch that I guessed was of the 'vacancy' sign outside. "Fifty dollars." "Thirty." He shook his head, then nodded at my two-wheeled transport. "Fifty." I gave in; the man had a point. He gave me the register, and I signed us in as father and daughter, seeing no reason to disguise that fact. As he handed me the key, he smiled in that knowing manner, and whispered loud enough for my daughter to hear, "That's a rare one - don't see that too many times." If there was another motel nearby, I could have cracked his head. In my present predicament, though, all I could do was smile gratefully - pretend to smile gratefully - and then politely say "Thanks." It was the third room from the last, he directed, and there was an awning. Not much, but it would keep my HD out of the rain. The dryness of the dark room was a welcome change from the cold downpour outside, and in spite of my leather jacket, I could feel the water running down my back. After locking the door, I lost no time in shimmying out of my jacket. Just as I removed the waterproof material, I heard the unmistakable squish of wet clothes. Before I could stop myself, I turned around. Oblivious to the presence of anyone else in the room, my daughter Lisa had taken off her shirt, and it made quite a pool on the uncarpeted floor. Without a moment's hesitation, Lisa then hunched her shoulders forward and took off her bra! Her breasts spilled out, two magnificent orbs the size of apples, illuminated as a silhouette against a closed window. Unable to resist the urge, I switched on the light. It was only then that she remembered that we were in the same room, and her hands immediately went up to cover her tits. She managed to cover the nipples, but the swell left little to imagination, and long fingers do not a suitable cover maketh. Her expression was one of embarrassment, but the coldness was starting to make her teeth chatter. "Sorry, Dad, but it's just too cold." Suddenly nonchalant, she stopped holding her hands against her breasts, using them instead to get rid of the miniskirt and her panties. She was now facing me, as nude as the day she was born, and not raising a single finger to cover herself. I began to have a vague uneasiness of being overdressed; I took off my shirt. I was conscious that I was staring at her. Even more disturbing was the realization that I had an erection; in fact, had been having one ever since she unbuttoned her shirt back near the garage. It had grown when she had straddled me on the bike, her crotch pressed against mine. God! It had been there all the time. I continued staring at the naked figure of my daughter. In silence. "The last guy who looked at me that way spent the night locked between my legs," my daughter said, thankfully breaking into my reverie. It was typical of the way she joked to break the ice, and I had never really ingrained the finer qualities of propriety into my kid. Rather than foul her for the indiscreet remark, I searched for a suitable rejoinder. It was out of my mouth before I could refine it. "But I am sure he wouldn't have had anything to complain about, or did he?" Lisa grinned, the awkwardness of our immodesty receding into the background. "Glad to see you haven't lost your crude side yet, Daddy." I noticed that her eyes just glanced at my waist, and I realized that I was actually unzipping my pants. It was an unconscious action, but she was right - it was getting to be a little too cold for comfort. It was only when the leather pants had been pushed down to my ankles that I saw the tent my erection was making. It was too late for embarrassment, however. Grin and bear it. I ignored her casual appraisal of my hardon. I half-expected my daughter to cover herself up with a towel, and it was only when she threw one at me that I understood why she hadn't. The damned motel had just a couple of wash-towels in each room, strips of cloth half the length of my thigh. I switched on another light, and the two of us dried our hair, maintaining that platonic distance between us. Bike Ride I groaned when I saw that the dial on my wristwatch showed five to three. Having been caught in similar storms in the past, I knew that this was going to last at least a few more hours. I smiled ruefully at my daughter, keeping my eyes from straying below her neck. I didn't want to see how beautiful she looked - how physically attractive her unclothed figure was. "Too bad we don't have any cards," I said, attempting to get drawn into a mundane conversation that would remove my mind from the temptation of looking at her. Lisa, on the other hand, didn't seem to have any inhibitions at all at being so exposed in front of her father. She clapped the sides of her thighs, saying sarcastically, "Search my pockets." Oops! Just like that, my resolution snapped. My eyes were drawn to the V between her legs, where a red, furry patch screamed the entrance to her femininity. The shaving had been tastefully done - there was just enough hair to give it that cute little-animal look. I could see the line of her slit clearly as well. Unable to come up with suitable words to lighten the moment, I turned away. There was a window beside the door, and I made a big production of studying the rain outside. For a minute's length, neither of us spoke, although I was conscious that Lisa was looking at me. Once again, she broke the silence. "You missed the last Christmas." It was not an accusation; the banal sound of a statement caught me off guard. I turned around. Lisa walked a couple of steps closer to me. Tantalizingly close. I fixed her eyes with a level gaze, but that didn't subtract from the fact that I could sense her breasts swaying. "Excuse me?" "I don't intend to." She came a foot closer. "You missed last Christmas." Another step. Closer to me. I understood what she was referring to. She had invited her mother and I over to her place for the season last year, but something had cropped up, scuttling all our plans. What I didn't understand was the why, as in, 'why was she bringing this up now?' I raised an eyebrow in silent interrogation, my mouth suddenly dry as she came within arm's reach. "You know what people hang at Christmas?" "Smelly stockings?" I offered, the humor an attempt to disguise the fact that Mr.Poker was rising again. If she came any closer, she would bump into the little fella. I prayed she wouldn't... She did. At full mast, my erection was long enough to brush against her skin. Both of us jumped slightly, and I thought she would move away, perhaps even scream, but she held her ground, the tip of my cock touching the skin just above her bush. I could even imagine a couple of her red hairs tickling the pink head, and I cursed myself inwardly when the image refused to leave my head. "Very funny," she replied, her voice sexily husky. It was the kind of a tone a woman uses to ask her man, "What have you got, boy?" as she e drops her pants. She paused, perhaps waiting for me to make one more attempt to find the answer. In my defense, it's quite hard to think when you are a paper's breadth away from crushing your penis against your sexy daughter, especially when neither of you are all that modest. I stared her eyes, my mind a thousand miles away, unable to gather my composure. I was lost in those blues of hers, and weakly, I shook my head. "Let me give you a clue then." Her lips were on me, so sudden that I had no time to put up any willpower against kissing my own daughter, and her tongue found its way to mine without a semblance of a difficulty. The kiss was so loaded with passion that I gave in to the demand of the moment and kissed her back, our lips mashing, tasting each other as man and woman for the first time in our lives. Her fingers dug into my neck as my hands cupped her buttocks, the fervent actions of two people who suddenly find themselves in love. I squeezed her cheeks, eliciting a moan through her preoccupied mouth, and my daughter responded by running her fingertips all over the back of my head. My face arched forward as she pressed against me, not wanting to break off the kiss even if the world were to end right then. And then, like all good moments, the telephone chose that moment to intrude. What could have been a beautiful moment was shattered; we broke off. Irritated, I picked up the receiver. "Senor," it was the Mexican, "The radio reports came in just now. The roads upstate have been closed off, a mudslide. Cops say will be closed for a couple of days -" "Thanks," I cut in hastily, "We will stay here until everything is clear." "Very good news, Senor. I am sure you will find your stay here comfortable. By the way, this is room number 7, no?" "Yes, room 7. Thank you." "Thank you, Senor. Now I will call room 8 and tell them too." "You do that," I all but slammed the phone. Lisa walked over to me and sat beside me, our bare thighs radiating their warmth of life to each other. She looked at me, as if worrying that I would have second thoughts. I smiled reassuringly at her and informed her that we would be stuck for a couple of days more. "Happy?" I asked her. "Very," she replied, licking her lips. We kissed again, not ever wanting to let go of each other, rolling over on the bed. Our hands roamed shamelessly across flesh earlier untouched, undreamt. Her hair cascaded about our faces, forming an intimate tent of beauty and love, loving and loved. Her earrings dangled, catching a few strands of the red hair within their clasp, emphasizing the delicate nature of the face I was beholding in awe. We ended up with her on top of me, her legs, as they had been on the bike, on either side of mine, as our bodies rubbed against each other with all the finesse of nails on a blackboard; the nubs that were her nipples poked into my body, surprisingly hard and erect, getting themselves entangled in the coarse hair on my chest. I could almost feel the throb of her heartbeat through her left breast. The loss of contact between lips was barely felt as I pushed her over me, my face now in the curve of her neck from where I proceeded to kiss my way gently down to her breasts. I nibbled on her skin, confidently leaving my bite marks on hitherto untasted parts of her body. By the time I had reached her breasts, Lisa was starting to shudder a little bit, and her eyes had the fire that is so often seen in a woman who is close to the edge. We rolled again, ending up with me on top of her this time, and yours truly lost no time in going for a piece of her swells. Her breasts were larger, yet much firmer than her mother's ever had been, but like her mother, the areolas were a light pink, almost fading into the skin of her breasts. I supposed the nipples would be of a similar shade when calm, but in the aroused states that they were in, the pinkness was only emphasized. There was an innocent smoothness to her nipples, almost virginal in their perfectness. It was on this little candy that I bit into. My daughter convulsed on the bed, undoubtedly having her first orgasm of the evening, and both of us were beyond caring as to how loudly she moaned. I ravished her, kissing and licking every part of her chest, until she begged me to stop. It had been my intention to nibble my way down her tummy towards the fountain of her juices - so spare me, I feel too poetic about her body - at the junction of her legs, but Lisa would have none of that. With a fierceness that I found amazing in a woman who has just cum a second time, she slid underneath me until she could feel my cock at the entrance to her hole. Our eyes met; she nodded, I agreed. In all my life, the only woman who I had really had a satisfaction with has been my wife, but now, within the confines of my daughter's body, my life took on a whole new meaning. Our fusion was perfect, we fit so well into each other we could have been molded together. I slid in and out of her, slowly at first, but gathering momentum as she clutched my hair tighter. The breakdown was over under five minutes, an entire spermload mixed with her vaginal sauce, and there was nothing more to do but bask together in the afterglow of the most unique lovemaking I have ever had. We had even cum together, egging each other onwards for that one extra iota of pleasure that our coupling brought us. We lay enmeshed in each other's arms for over an hour, savoring the feel of our intimacy, feeling as whole as neither of us had before. We were here, we were together. We were in love. We still are. To cut the long story short, those two days that it took for the highway department to clear the road were spent in love, in perfect conjugal bliss with my daughter. It was evident that our relationship would never be the same; my primary concern was that we would be too much in love to be careful and cautious at all times, and that might lead to us getting caught. Jail was not the problem - separation from her was. Bets did not catch on at first, what with her workload and my being home with Lisa all day, but sometime later, she began to get suspicious at how chummy my daughter and I had become - I suppose women have a special intuition when it comes to intimacy in relationships - and how I was not pestering her for sex anymore. Things finally worked out her way when she returned home after missing her flight to another city, only to catch the two of us making love in the master bedroom. She was hurt, betrayed. She walked out without uttering a single word. Lisa and I hurriedly dressed, but my wife had already gone out. I will never forget Lisa's crying eyes as she asked me if I would give up the relationship with her for her mother. Then, just like the darling she has always been, she made the difficult decision for me. "It was all a dream, wasn't it, Daddy? Isn't that all it is ever supposed to be?" A part of me died at that instant. Lisa ran to her room, seeking solace among the four familiar walls. I cried to myself in the living room when Bets called me from a cafe that we used to frequent. Our conversation was terse, but I managed to convince her that I loved her. Suffice to say, without going into the entire transcript, that she rode home with me. Lisa came downstairs to greet her mother, but there was no mistaking her tearstained eyes. They reflected the hurt inside, of losing a love too soon, and it was not lost on my wife. When I told her that Lisa and I had broken up, once and for all, she exploded. "Perhaps I should have just taken the next flight... then you would have been happy, she would have been happy, I would have been happy. Now none of us are... none of us ever could be." It was the truth, painfully so, and it would hurt us for years to come. "Lisa, I want to know. Please don't lie, no matter what." She finally said, breaking into our triangle of grief. Lisa nodded. "Are you still in love with your father?" She nodded again, less perceptibly. But she did nod. Bets turned towards me. "And what about you?" "Yes," I said, conscious my voice was shaking, "I love her. But I don't know if I can live without either of you." "But do you still want her as a lover?" "Yes. I still do." She was silent for some more time. Then she spoke, and it was the confident Bets who spoke. "Well, in that case, I don't see why anything has to change... I don't know why, but it doesn't seem so bad now as it did when I caught you two." My daughter gaped at her mother - I am sure my reaction wasn't too different either. Bets laughed at our surprise. "It keeps everybody happy, and I really can't complain about the past few months, especially since Lisa had moved in. Besides," she added, winking at me, "You were always a horny old goat. Maybe this way, I can keep an eye on you." The three of us hugged each other tightly, a family that had surpassed the toughest of tests Fate had thrown. The storm had passed; the rainbow was seen. It would be wrong of me not to mention the fact that of late, my wife has been acting more like a mother to me. Okay, so she did give birth to my 'girlfriend,' but that doesn't give her the right to demand that we put off using protection and give her her first grandchild. Not that I am complaining, but she shouldn't influence us like that. Psst! By the way, she will be back from the latest trip in an hour's time. I think I will let Lisa deliver the good news to her mother. Bike Ride After my recent heart attack I have been dieting and getting some exercise. I have been riding a road bike in the local area 3 or 4 times a week. Here in Southern California they are building houses on every hill available. This gives me a great place to build up my cardio vascular strength without riding all day long. I tackled a hillside community near my house around 6 months ago and have worked my way to the top. I took it easy by just riding just the lower portion, then adding more and more till I ride to the top a couple of times each day that I ride. Over the past year I have gotten to know, or at least recognize many of the people that are out exercising. The other day, a Saturday, I noticed one woman in particular, a blond with shoulder length hair, about 5ft 6in tall, with a really lovely round ass and a passable set of tits. She walked from her side street on to the main hill and whipped out her cell phone and called someone. I rode past her and was interested, cause most people out for exercise don’t talk on a cell phone while they are at it. My oxygen starved brain didn’t have much energy available to think about it while riding the hills and I pretty well forgot about it till I was resting while coasting down the hill and noticed her standing on a bushy side path that leads off the main hill to a small park with picnic tables a swing set and half basketball court. The main entrance to the park was above the park and you could drive a car up to the park if you had a key to the post that locks out the casual entrant. She was standing well below the park it’s self and was still on the phone. I noticed that her free hand was in the waistband of her sweat pants and it looked like she was feeling her pussy. That sent my mind spinning and I thought about it several times during the week, but didn’t expect to see anything again. Much to my surprise and delight I noticed her standing on the same path with her hand in her sweatpants as I rode up the hill the next Saturday morning. I rode past her without letting on that I saw her and turned into the main entrance to the small park. I got off my bike and quietly took off my helmet, gloves, and shoes. I then padded down the path coming silently up behind the woman. I heard her say, “Oh, God. Yes, eat my pussy you bastard.” Her hand was moving quickly up and down in her sweatpants and she was rocking her hips in rhythm. When I was close behind her I reached one hand around her and put it over her mouth and held her hand in her sweatpants with the other hand. She screamed into my hand, but it was nearly completely muffled by my hand. I put my mouth next to her ear and said, “Just relax, or I will take this cell phone to your husband and let him hit redial after I tell him what I heard. Now, are you going to cooperate, or do I take the cell phone?” I felt her relax in my arms and could hear the guy squawking in the cell phone. She said, “No. Everything is okay. Just that damn guy riding his bike.” I whispered, “Good girl in her ear.” Then I pulled her hand out of her sweatpants and brought it up to my mouth. I could smell her cum as I licked her fingers and sucked them into my mouth. I held her fingers in my mouth and slid my hand under the waistband of her sweats and into her panties. She was hot and wet as my fingers slid up and down her clit as she moaned into the phone. I had taken my hand off of her mouth and was squeezing her breasts through her sweatshirt and bra. Soon she was cumming like a freight train on my fingers as I pushed my hard dick into her plump ass. As her orgasm subsided, I pulled my fingers from her pussy and slid them across her lips. Her tongue snaked out and she licked her cum from my fingers with relish. I heard her say, “No. No. Everything is okay; I just came really hard that’s all. Yes, I want to suck your dick. You know I love that.” I whispered in her other ear, “Come with me. I want to eat your pussy,” as I led her up the path towards the picnic benches. I pulled her sweats down around her ankles and struggled to get them off over her tennis shoes. When I had them off, she demurely covered her panty-covered pussy with one hand while she held the cell phone to her ear with the other. I put her sweats on the cold concrete bench and pushed her down onto it when she said. “No. Don’t put me on hold now. God damn you. You asshole. Don’t leave me like this.” “Does he leave you like this often?” I asked “Yes,” she moaned, “when ever he gets a work call, or when his secretary comes in.” I said, “It is not nice to leave a lady all hot and bothered when she is about to cum, now is it?” I pushed her onto her back and put my mouth on her pink panty-covered crotch and sucked her pussy lips into my mouth. I sucked on her like this till she started to buck against my face and moan. Then I pulled her panties aside and licked her open lips and slid my tongue deep into her while my nose pressed against her clit. I licked around in there for a little bit before I moved my lips up to her clit and slipped a single finger into the back of her pussy. She moaned loudly and came on my face. I stood up and pulled my spandex riding shorts down to my ankles and stepped out of them allowing my dick to bob freely above her. She looked it with large round eyes and said, “No. Don’t fuck me. I don’t know you. You can’t just fuck me.” I knelt in front of the bench and pulled her pussy onto my dick with one long slow motion. She gasped and said, “Don’t do this. You are raping me. Please don’t rape me.” I slowly pulled my dick out of her and said, “Okay. If you don’t want this you are free to go.” She pulled me back into her and said, “Oh God. Don’t stop now. Fuck me and rape me all you want. I want you to really fuck me hard. Rape me. Rape me, please.” Her cell phone rang and she looked at me questioningly. I said, “If it is him, direct me on how you want me to fuck you by telling him what you want. Understand?” She nodded as an evil grin spread across her pretty face, so I wiped the finger that had been buried in her pussy across her lips and she sucked on it. She looked at the cell phone before answering it and said, “Yes. Fuck me really hard.” I slammed into her like a jackhammer. She said, “Rape me you bastard. Just take me and fuck me like crazy. Cum in my pussy and on my tits and in my mouth.” I continued to hammer away at her with my dick. She groaned as I hammered her then said, “I want you to fuck me doggy style. Yes slam it into my pussy from the back.” I pulled out of her and stood up pulling her up with her free hand. I laid her on her belly on the table and slipped into her from the back. Whimpering, she said, into the cell phone, “Yes you bastard. Spank my pussy with your balls. Really use my cunt. Fuck me without mercy.” I slammed into her pussy with a vengeances and was glad for my riding cause it gave me plenty of strength in my legs to hammer her from the back, bus she was pushing back against me and I knew that I would not be able to last much longer. I slapped her round ass with my bare hand and she moaned into the phone saying, “Yes. Spank me while you rape me you bastard.” I said, “Baby I am about to cum.” She shrieked, “Yes, cum in my cunt you bastard. Give me your baby juice deep in my burning pussy.” I unloaded into her and she moaned and sobbed as I pumped a couple of week’s worth of cum into her cunt. She pushed back against me to get as much dick into her flaming cunt as possible as the last drops of cum oozed out of my flagging cock. I walked around and sat with my dick near her face. I reached out and took the phone from her hand and said. “Hey pal. I just fucked the hell out of your girlfriend. You had better make some sort of excuse to get off work and come over to the little park by her house and eat her pussy with my load of cum in it.” The voice at the other end of the line said, “What? Who the hell is this?” I pushed my cock closer to her mouth and she pulled herself up over it and licked her cum off the head of it before plunging it all into her mouth. I said, “Yes. I am the guy that just fucked your girlfriend silly. She is down on my cock now sucking our cum off of it as we speak. Get your ass over her now. She wants you to eat her hot pussy right now.” I held the phone next to her bobbing head and she took her mouth off my dick long enough to say, “Bill come over her right away. I really need you to eat me now. I have to have your mouth on my cunt right away.” I pulled the phone from her hand and said, “Well, Bill. Get your ass over here or she won’t be your girlfriend any more.” I hung up and tossed the phone onto the grass and pulled her head down onto my dick and fucked her face like mad before I came another load into her mouth. I picked up her sweatpants and helped her into them before putting my spandex shorts back on. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her tasting my cum in her mouth. She ground her tits against my chest and held me tight. “Will he come?” I asked. She shrugged and said, “I don’t really know. It turns him on to know that my husband has just fucked me when we talk on the phone, but I am not sure that he will drop everything and cove over here to fuck me now.” I said, “Well, I hope he comes over here and eats a load of my cum out of your sweet pussy. I said, “Are you going to be okay?” She nodded and said, “Yes. I am going to be fine. My name is Doris. Will I see you here next Saturday?” I hugged her and said, “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” When I got back on my bike I headed down the hill towards home. I figure I had done enough riding for one morning. Bike Ride It was one of those noisy nights in the back bar of the Queen's Head Hotel. Full to the brim with students all loudly laughing and being just very exuberant. Amid the thick throng of young men, a tall leggy, dark haired girl, stood holding court, and enjoying being the centre of attention. I bought myself a beer and went over to investigate the new face, this new girl that seemed to have every male in the bar lusting after her. She knew how to work the crowd, and definitely knew all about the art of flirtation. Eventually as the night wore on I got my chance to chat to her, and asked her the stupid question of "Who's talking you home?" to which she surprised me by saying "You, if you like!" Without a second thought I had made up my mind. "Right, we're off!" I called to my friends, taking my prized trophy on my arm, and leaving the bar in great haste. "Don't do anything I wouldn't!" someone shouted, followed by loud catcalls and whistles. 'She', I don't think I ever had time to ask her name, was every bit the kind of nymphomaniac, that young men dream of. Things like this do not happen in real life, well not to a penniless student. And if they do, you have to grab the moment with both hands, and cling on by your teeth, if necessary. 'My boat had just come in', as the saying goes. 'She' was everywhere at once, and it was 'any port in a storm' that night, in the back of my old car. Buttons popping off in all directions as clothing was simply ripped off our bodies, and discarded in wild abandonment. And with her stiletto heels savagely damaging the soft top of my battered old Morris car, I was in full pursuit of a young man's education into the lustful pleasures of servicing a really wanton woman. The next lunchtime I strode into the Queen's Head bar, full of the feeling of having accomplished something pretty challenging, and yet thankfully I had still managed to escape almost unscarred. Sore and scratched yes, but no serious war wounds of any consequence. Well, perhaps I did have a slight limp, but I wore that with pride, a campaign medal for services rendered beyond the call of duty. "A pint of your best Kay!" I said to the big friendly barmaid as she took my order. I was feeling smug to the point of bursting, and dying to tell my friends, about the previous evening's escapade, in every orgasmic detail. Every grunt and gasp, every lunge and linger that happened in that uncomfortable passion wagon of mine. "I little dickie bird told me that you've been a naughty boy! That you got off with the 'camp bicycle' last night." "The who?" I asked, paying for my beer. "That girl you took home. My friend Sylvie, she saw it all. They say she's had half the soldiers up at that army camp, that's why they call her the 'camp bicycle'. Anyone can ride her!" She laughed in a hideous way, snorting like someone with a nasty sinus infection. "Anyway Luvie, how're you feeling? I must say you don't look too good. It wouldn't surprise me if you didn't catch something nasty from the likes of her!" Kay laughed again, shaking her large breasts in time to her uncontrolled merriment. "Err, yes! Well, I was feeling fine when I came in here, but now I'm not so sure!" I took my beer and walked over to a table to sit with my friends. "Unclean! Unclean!" someone muttered moving well away from me, and suggesting that I get a bell to ring as in the days of the plague, to warn unsuspecting people of the lurking disease within my putrid person. "Great friends you lot are!" I shouted. " Bastards all of you! I mean, you could have warned me about the damned woman, for hells sake! What are friends for?" "Dose it hurt yet? Tom Ruddock asked, keeping me at a safe distance, with the table well between us. "Any sign of puss ... any nasty discharge starting to ooze out?" They all sniggered. They were all enjoying this. "You bloody bastards!" I shouted again at them, rushing out of the bar. "Wait John, wait a minute, I'll help you." Ruddock called, as he followed me out into the town's market place. "You could try some powerful disinfectant." He suggested. "It often works if you catch it in time. Believe me, I know about these things. Soak it in a jar using a strong solution for a few days, and it soon sorts it out." Ruddock was trying to be reassuring, and at the same time forcefully steered me towards a chemist shop. "Won't that sting?" I wondered, wincing at the very thought. "To start with, but you'll soon get use to it" He lied. It hurt like hell all the time, and I felt worse by the day. I sat for hours with my poor old pecker dangling in a glass jar of strong white semi diluted antiseptic solution. I smelt of the stuff everywhere I went. People looked at me strangely. Sniffing the air, wondering what on earth I had, that needed so much disinfectant to affect a cure. What was it that I was suffering from? I now felt very unclean. Maybe I did need a bell to ring after all? I even imagined that I had started with some kind of a fever, and my eyesight was going wonky too. I was definitely very ill. Tom Ruddock proved to be no help at all. All he did was to keep telling me all the symptoms of syphilis, and other venereal diseases, and how one died a dreadful death after years of pain and misery. I couldn't have ever imagined a more nightmarish way to fall of this mortal coil. He had books with photos, the very sight of which turned my already upset stomach upside down. In the end, and after several terrible days, demented out of my mind with grief and worry, he suggested I go to the hospital. He would take me. He would not desert me, in my hour of need. He would be by my side. After all, he was, my best friend at college. "He's got a dose of the clap!" Ruddock proclaimed in a loud voice when asked what the trouble was at the hospital reception desk. " He's been with a very dirty woman, and now he's riddled with the pox! I did try to warn him, but you know how it happens, they just don't listen do they?" I almost died of shame as the whole of the hospital waiting room turned in my direction, and looked at me with utter disgust. Mothers grabbed their children and everyone hoped I'd give them all a wide berth. "Sit down over there, and a doctor will be with you shortly." The nurse told us, with that look of 'seen it all before' on her world-weary face. I sat down but Ruddock moved towards the door. "I'll be off now." He called over to me. "You're not leaving me here all alone are you Tom?" "Sure am John ... and I'd recommend you high tail it out of here too, that's if you don't want some ruddy great needle stuck up you. Get the hell out of there before they find out there's nothing wrong with you!" I stood up and shouted, "What do you mean, nothing wrong?" "I mean ... it was all a joke!" His words faded away as he ran for his life, with me after him, promising to kill him twice over. He tore off in his car amid a cloud of burning rubber, and escaped to the safety of the Queen's Head Hotel. Where, no doubt he shared with my so-called friends, the successful conclusion to their nasty little joke. Bike Ride Breathing deep. I've been preparing for this, but I'm nervous. Today is the Tour-de-Fat. I've decided that I'm going to engage in some long-term public bondage and see how well I can blend into the insanity. The route for the Tour rides past my house. I'm intending on joining the fray and riding roughly eight blocks with the tour and then continuing on another eight blocks when the tour turns. At the end of those eight blocks I will turn onto the Poudre trail and ride about 10 miles along the river down to my office. I've hidden the only set of keys to my restraints in the landscaping beside my office. If I can make it through the Tour, through town and then down the trail, my car and a change of clothing are waiting for me in the parking lot. I'm counting on my bondage and the fact that I'm new to town to help keep my anonymity. I want to experience this public exhibition, but I don't want to be recognized today. Here in front of me are the regalia for my day. I have a lockable ball-gag with a double leather strap, a full-coverage gas-mask that I have modified to also lock, a leather posture collar, handcuffs, an anal-lock cock-ring secured to the saddle of my bike, a penis plug/shunt and my CB6000, a chastity cage. Along with the gear I have five padlocks, though I don't have their keys. The keys are waiting for me across town. Two locks will secure the gag, two locks will secure the mask and the fifth lock will lock the CB6000 closed and to my bike, this by manner of a short chain brazed to the top-tube. The handcuffs similarly are to be secured to the handlebar stem. Once I am on my bike and secured, I am on for the duration. In addition my penis plug is designed to hold my urethra open, making it all but impossible for me to hold it should I have the need to urinate. I'm pointing this out, as I have just finished drinking 64oz. of green tea. That being the final phase of my preparation. Last night I left my car and the change of clothes at work, and hid the keys in the landscaping before riding my bike home. This morning I shaved my cock and balls, leaving me smooth and hair-free. I have tied my long hair up so as not to interfere with or hide the restraints. The tea was the last thing before locking myself out of my house. Well, now we are down to it. I shed my robe. I have twenty minutes to get myself pulled together before the main body of the tour arrives. First is the penis plug. Slight sting as it spreads my urethra, but simple enough. Next is a combo move. The CB6000 cock cage has a ring that goes around my shaft and under my balls. Before I put on the hood of the cage I need to put on the cock-ring portion of the anal lock. I swing my leg over the top-tube of my bike and step back up on the blocks I have to help me get over the seat and onto the anal plug. I stretch the thick latex cock-ring portion of the anal plug over my thickening cock and balls, in front of the already tight and constricting base of the CB6000. With these two cock-rings on I can feel my desire rising. I need to get the cage secure before I get to full erection or I won't be able to get ready in time for the Tour. I get the head down into the cage and the cage in place as my cock begins to swell, pushing out, trying to thicken. But the cage holds, the erection can't rise. I'm standing here with my cycling shoes and a chastity cage on. I have butterflies in my stomach. I'm not even out in public yet; I'm anxious and aroused. Next up will be the anal plug portion of the anal-lock cock-ring. I can't afford lubricant allowing the plug to slide out while I am riding so I have to just relax and use my body's natural lubricant and gravity to get the plug in. I lean forward, splay my legs, sway my back and try to relax my sphincter. I reach one hand under and grasp the plug by its base. With this I guide it to my anus, setting just the tip against my puckered hole. With my other hand I reach back and help spread my cheeks to allow the plug better access. As I press I involuntarily clench. A couple deep breaths and I will my sphincter to relax a little, just enough for the tip of the plug to push inside. At this point it's all brute force, sweat and a little bit of profanity. I push. I wriggle. I twist. And the plug moves slowly inside, spreading my ass, filling me and just for the fun of it pulling on my cock and balls. Three-and-a-half minutes later, the plug is place, pulling across my perineum and buried deep in my ass. My cock is still straining at the CB6000. I can already feel an ache in my balls, wanting to cum. I've got a little less than ten minutes to finish gearing up. With this in mind I grab the posture collar. This collar is thick, heavy leather with steel embeds in the top and bottom. It has four stout strap buckles on the backside and sits just shy of eight inches tall. It is not tight to the point of constricting breathing, but I cannot move around once it is in place. I lift my chin, and lay the cool leather against my throat. The buckles jingle a little as I smooth the collar around my neck. I feel all thumbs as I start to buckle the collar to me. Usually I have help in such an endeavor, but I wanted to keep this experience wholly my own. I can't easily look down now, but I can feel my cock pushing at the cage and trying in vain to rise. My balls are aching, pulled up taunt against their fetters. The last buckle pulls-to pushing my chin high and forcing me to relax and lower my shoulders. I'm down to about four minutes, if I want to catch the mass of the Tour. I've still got to get the gag on and locked as well as the gas-mask. Once those are one I'll lock my chastity cage to the frame and then finally secure the handcuffs to the stem. I'll just make it if I scurry. I'm trying to push my limits today. And thinking of that I raise a liter of water to my lips wondering how long I can hold this and the tea. Tilting my head back the little I can I gulp the water as quickly as I can. Each swallow constricts against the collar and threatens to not go down. In my hurry I sputter on the last mouthful and cold water cascades down my chest, dripping from my nipple rings and running in a rivulet over my stomach. I can feel as it runs into and over and around my cock rings and cage and then finally washing over my inner thighs. I don't really have time to think about and savor the path the water takes, I need to finish getting in gear. I lick my lips and open my mouth to take the ball gag. The gag paired with the collar is really working my jaw. From the gag I pull the lower strap down along my jawline and behind my head, just above the top of the collar. I quickly secure the strap and reach for the first of the locks. This is the true moment of no return. Once the lock closes my only release is across town. *Click* My heart flutters. I pull the second strap up, across my cheeks and temples to secure over the crown of my head. I pick up my second lock. *Click* I'm now almost unable to look forward, with the posture collar and the ball gag I am forced to look a little upward. Once on the road I don't see this as a real issue as I will need to be looking forward. I might have thought to get a little smaller gag. The one I have is over two inches in diameter. While not the largest thing anyone has ever crammed in my mouth, the ball is already causing my jaw to ache. It's like the feeling you get from deep-throating a thick cock. It is time for the last bit of gear. I can hear the cheering for the Tour down the block. I place the gas-mask over my face. The world is reduced to the slightly fisheyed distorted frames of vision that the mask offers. Again the straps. First the top strap, pulling from my forehead to the middle of the back of my head. *Click* and then from below my ears to low on the back of my head, just above the gag lock and the top of the collar. *Click* The gas-mask is a newer model. It is made of heavy rubber, the smell of which fills my nose, and sports two filters, one to either side of a slightly elongated snout. It is black and pretty much what you think a gas-mask looks like. With the bottom strap locked I cannot remove the mask, no matter how I pull or twist. I look down my drive toward the street in front of my house. The first riders are passing. I can hear cheering from both the riders and the people standing along the route. The butterflies in my stomach have become a full on stampede of bison. I'm terrified. It's at this moment that my bladder lets go and I feel a stream of urine course out of my shunted urethra, spraying out of the chastity cage and running down my thighs. It is hot and does nothing to ease my fear. Knowing I have no recourse I settle back on my saddle. The anal plug pushes deeper into me, spreading my ass and pulling on my cock and balls. I stand back up sharply. I wasn't ready for that. I was already so full and stretched from the plug I didn't expect the saddle to stretch me further. Standing over the top tube I grasp the chain to secure my chastity cage. It pulls up on each side of me and... it's too short?!? Then I realize I made measurements for when I was sitting astride the saddle. I step off the blocks and lift myself back up over my saddle. Again the saddle pushes the anal plug deeper in to me, spreading my anus wider and pressing more fully on my prostate. Trying to breathe deep into the sensations I am experiencing I again raise the chain. This time it comes just to the point of connection. I pick up the last lock and without being able to see myself run it through first one chain, then the lock ring on the chastity cage and finally the second chain. *Click* The lock thunks down against the acrylic of the CB6000. I am now completely committed. I can hid in the garage, but I can't get off the bike. I look longingly at my robe, laying on the table next to the handcuffs. I reach out and take the cuffs, quickly securing them to the bike. I latch first my left and then struggle to get my right locked in. And I am in. I look down the drive again. There are the crowd of riders I have been expecting. Foot on peddle and I'm on my way to join the fray. I can hear my heart pounding in my chest as I coast down the drive. My breathing is also a thundering noise inside the mask. At first no one notices me. I'm another cyclist. There had been at least one "Naked Cyclist" already today. But this doesn't last long. There are gasps and declarations all around as the crowd of riders and the crowd of spectators recognize what I am. I have pulled into the pack. There is a little bubble around me as if everyone is too shocked or scared to get any closer to me. We are moving at a snail's pace. I have to constantly put one foot to the ground to stay up, each time pushing the plug hard. I can't stand up proper on my peddles to do a track stand due to the chain. A Raggedy Annie rides up on my left, followed by a Raggedy Andy on my right. "Who are you?" she asks. I look at her, but am unable to answer. "Hey, aren't you going to answer the lady?" he says. I swivel to look at him, mumbling a muffled, "MMFFFMMPHHH." The pack is again moving. I peddle a few feet and then...*SMACK* Raggedy Andy has swatted my ass, and hard. I look over at him. His face is a devilish grin. He laughs and I can hear Annie laughing too. They put foot to pedal passing me and moving on to more responsive sport. I see a mother cover her teenage daughter's eyes on the curb as I pass. At the rate we are moving we will be across downtown in about 30 minutes. It's actually quite a bit longer than I expected to be in the Tour and then I will have to fare out into the other side of downtown where the Tour freaks won't be around to offer protection. My body is taking in so much sensory input from everywhere, I swear I could have an orgasm at any minute. The anal plug is working away at my prostate, pushing back and forth as I pedal. I can feel the chains tugging at my chastity cage and balls constantly as I pedal. Every few people that I pass, unlike the Raggedies have taken to petting me. One Geisha reaches over and tugs on my left nipple ring. Ahead a group of sorority girls are all dressed as cheerleaders, but they are wearing the cheer outfits that fit them in roughly 7th grade. Bosom and backsides are busting out all over the place. My cock is bravely trying to show its appreciation, swelling against its confines and dribbling copious amounts of precum all over. Even with my limited field of vision I can see the glistening strands of precum between the cage and the top tube and then streaming away from the bike. If I didn't know better I would suggest that my testicles were now the size of watermelons. What really does me in, and if it weren't for the chastity cage I am sure I would have just started cumming all over the place and fallen over, are the two cat girls I roll up to next. They have skin tight fur suits on. They have tails. They have ears. They look like they just crawled out of a manga. I can't say a word to note my appreciation, but the grey one runs her claws down my back and onto my ass anyway. I think I'm in love. If only I knew how to find her when this is all over. The Tour continues keeping a slow pace. Those around me shift forward or back. The level of shock is a variable thing, depending deeply on how much the viewers have had to drink. I'm actually relaxing into the moment pretty well. My only panic comes as a group of fraternity boys, dressed as cave men, come pushing by. One of them looks over recognizing how constrained I am. I only notice once he rides in to my space. He reaches over and grabs hold of my chastity cage. With my hands cuffed and the chains holding me to the seat I can't even throw an elbow. He looks at me and laughs and then pushes against my cage, in essence pushing me over. I slam on my brake and put a foot down to keep from going over. He keeps his grip on the cage as he rolls forward from me pulling hard on me. The cage is secure to the bike but it still pulls against the ring, pulling on my balls and torquing my cock. I think he is going to succeed in pulling me over yet. His grip slides off the sweaty acrylic before I topple though. He leaves me standing in the middle of the street with the Tour streaming around me. I'm shaking and my heart is pounding. I can hear the bloodrush in my ears. I close my eyes. *SMACK* A pack of crayolas is passing me. The red one just smacked my ass, as she passed. I need to get moving. I'm about a hundred yards from where the Tour turns back north. When the tour turns, my eight blocks will be up and I will cut out of the pack heading on my own way. Once I turn off I should be able to pick up a bit of speed. I had only intended to be out for about an hour. With the slow pace of the pack I have already been out on the street for forty-five minutes. I still have the rest of downtown to cover without the rest of the Tour de Fat to keep me hidden. Past that is another ten miles to the office. Should be another forty-five minutes. The crowd has slowed again. I'm catching up with the manga-cats. I guess I get another pass at making an impression. The pack is at a complete standstill. I roll up next to the Grey Catgirl. "Look who followed us!?!" Grey says to the Tabby as I roll up and stop in the crowd. There aren't many bystanders at this point of the route, for which I am glad. "You are always picking up strays aren't you?" the Tabby reply. "He's rather quiet, don't you think." "Hmmm... are you following us?" asks Grey, to which I nod to the limited degree I can. "Can you speak?" I shake my head. She seems to consider this. Leaning back she inspects the tracks she scraped down my back earlier. "Glad to see you kept these... though I have to say I'm a bit disappointed to see that someone has been abusing you. Just look at these handprints on his ass. They're still hot." She slides her hand down my back, again scratching along, coming to rest cupping my cheek. "Is someone mistreating you?" ask Tabby. I don't think I remember to shake as I'm craned to the left, watching Grey. She has been looking down at my body, scanning the chastity cage and my nipple rings. Lifting her head she looks at me focusing on my eyes through the gas mask. "Someone needs to take care of you. It's not good for you to be out on your own." While saying this, her hand has slid around my ass cheek and is gently probing and exploring my undercarriage. Her fingers slide between me and my saddle pushing here and playfully scratching there. And then she finds the base of the plug. Her eyes flick away from mine towards my hips. When they shift back to my face there is something like a resolve under her whiskers and feline features. As her fingers continue to explore the dimensions of the plug, running along my sphincter, she says to Tabby, "We need to take this one home with us, he has a lot of promise but seems to need some firm direction." She slides a finger up into me, behind the plug. I jerk a little. If I could have I would have gasped. "Hand me that leash." Grey directed Tabby. "I thought that was for later?" Tabby replied with what could have been a hint of a whine. "Don't worry dear. There is plenty of time for that later, but we need to make sure he doesn't get lost." She now has two fingers in me, working the plug around. The chastity cage is cutting against my cock as it swells from her attention. Tabby hands Grey a stout leather leash. Grey reaches up with her free hand and secures the leash to my posture collar. And suddenly things have gone a completely different direction than all my planning had prepared. Grey pulls the leash and I am forced to lean towards her. She pulls me until I have leaned as close to her as I can get with the gas mask on. "We are going to take care of you. Don't struggle or try to get away. You might get hurt and none of us want that." To accentuate this final thought Grey presses up harder into my ass spreading me and pushing the plug against my already enflamed prostate. My knees go wabbly, my eyes cross and lose focus. I'm bucking against Grey's hand, against my bike, against my fetters. And then I'm coming. It feels like a gallon or more, but I can't see. I'm on my toes and my legs are locked up. I'm holding the rearwheel off the ground. Finally it passes and I'm left trembling. Grey pulls on my plug to get my attention. "Now, follow along. The lines starting to move and we don't want to get left behind." She pulls her fingers, indelicately, from me. Then she secures the leash to her handle bars, giving only enough slack for me to ride beside her, carefully. Tabby asks, "Do you think he's got that in him on a regular basis?" "That's not really your concern is it?" quips Grey. And with that Tabby moves off forward, followed by Grey and myself. We complete the remaining twenty yards to my intended turn-off. As we make the turn north I look forlornely towards the empty street heading east and further towards my keys and car and clothes. I'm a little helpless and truth-be-told scared of the turn this morning has taken. "My friend spoke truly when she said I'm always taking in strays. When ever I find a dog or cat on the street I take them home. We've got quite the animal shelter at the farm." I'm left for wonder about "the farm" and my own predicament as we pedal on in silence for awhile. The silence is surrounded by cheering and jeering of the bystanders. We are again moving into a populated area. Again I can hear the gasps and comments aimed my way. Somehow they are lessened by the leash. When the cast of the Simpsons catches up to us, Marge takes a particularly nasty slap at my ass. Grey moves us a safe distance from Marge and then verbally berates her for taking advantage of me. Bike Ride Get Real, Big things often have little beginnings and perhaps the real start of all this adventure for Thomas was when he went to visit a friend in his country town, Albany. She was watching a documentary that Monday morning about the Porongorup hills not far from Albany. Helen was a muscular little woman with straight black hair and green eyes who had once stayed with Thomas and his wife, Mary, on their rural block, just outside of town. Thomas had been immediately attracted to the woman and they had become lovers and now she had her own house in town with her seven year old son. He would visit her and make love, usually on weekdays when the son was at school. On this particular occasion they were both naked and in the living room, and Thomas was kneeling behind Helen who was on all fours as he slowly poked her. He was savouring the feel of her muscular little love tube, and she in turn was enjoying the reaming out she was getting with that big, rimmed glans. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, drooling, her tits swinging slowly in time to his pumping. But it had been a couple of weeks since they had last met, and he could no longer hold back. Suddenly he sped up, groaned, rammed in all the way, and shot his load into her. The woman made a disappointed sound but Thomas stayed in her and, leaning forward, began to tweak her large nipples and play with her breasts, so that she became silent, hopeful. Just then he noticed the telly, which they had forgotten to switch off, though the sound was down. It was playing shots of hills to their north, and Thomas thought how nice it would be to go camping there. But now he forgot all about that for the woman in front of him was starting to get very excited. He himself began to move faster, feeling her start to contract down there. "Ok, mate!" she moaned. "Just ram it in. I'm almost there!" She opened her mouth and began to grunt in time to his pumping, then gave a long wail of climax as he spurted up her in a flurry of rapid thrusts. They lay collapsed on the floor, still embracing, still coupled, and Thomas thought again of the hills. He therefore persuaded Mary, his wife, to come with him on a bike ride for a couple of days in the hills,camping out, having fun. She agreed but was clearly unenthusiastic. It was a fine spring Saturday when they set out, round about ten o'clock. On the morning of the second day, the Saturday, they rose somewhat cramped and stiff from their first night in the little dome tent, rode a few kilometres to the Narrikup roadhouse and, still somewhat chilled, had a pot of tea and raisin toast for two in the oiled wooden interior. The jolly Yorkshire woman in charge gave them an extra serving for free when she heard of their bicycle trip. She reminisced about the ones she had done in her youth on the Moors, and then asked where they were going. "Just to the Porongurups," said Thomas cheerfully. "Probably head back this afternoon. Short trip this time." The woman, whose name she said was Julie, had sat down at their table at this stage and though she and Thomas were talking and laughing about things, Mary seemed unwilling to join in. After a while she excused herself and went to the toilet, but neither Thomas nor the woman paid much attention. Thomas had been quietly sizing the woman up as they spoke. He saw that she was a plump, middle aged creature with curly brown hair, freckles and blue eyes that actually twinkled when she smiled. At this point she reached over and took his hand. She was wearing some kind of musky perfume that really turned Thomas on. Now that she was gently squeezing his hand, he flushed and started to lengthen. He noticed that her blouse had for some reason become unbuttoned half way down the front and he could see the freckled sides of her big breasts. She grinned at his interest, but made no comment. Instead she said, blandly, "If you do happen to come back this afternoon, you can spend the night in our granny flat, out the back. I'm usually having a siesta there till about four, but don't hesitate to knock me up, if you feel the need." She gave a little shudder at the unconscious double entendre she had made. "I'll be alone," she added. "Thanks," he said. She gravely gave his hand a squeeze and stood up, bent over to wipe a spill of milk on the table. In doing so she gave him a full view of her ripe tits. They were quite naked and unsupported and sagged down almost escaping her blouse. She stood and slowly buttoned up her front, her buttocks, tight in the black slacks, swinging teasingly. Just then his wife returned and his erection began to subside. They left and rode towards the long line of blue hills in the distance. An hour later the dirt road stopped in a little round clearing next to a brick barbecue and there they boiled the billy and had tea with their sandwiches. Suddenly Thomas felt bored. He looked over at Mary who gazed back at him blankly. He needed a woman to fuck, he realised, after seeing Julie. It was however clear that he would get nowhere with the woman in front of him. He began to fantasise about the woman in the roadhouse and went off to have a leak. There in the privacy of the silent trees he pulled a few times on his half tumescent tool, thinking of those big tits, those swinging buttocks. Then he stopped. He had a better idea. Making sure that Mary was not looking, he went over to the bikes and slipped a tiny stem of dry grass into one of Mary's valves. The tyre quickly went flat. Mary was disappointingly eager to head for home, but Thomas did not mind since Mary soon discovered the flat tyre. She however insisted that he ride on and get things ready for them. She would catch up walking, she said. Only a couple of hours.. In fact, she felt like walking.would like to spend some time alone. Thomas shrugged and cycled off, reaching the roadhouse in half an hour. He noted that it was now closed and wheeled his bike round the back. He knocked on the door of the granny flat, a low unit under the trees and it opened almost immediately. The woman, Julie, was standing there bare footed, in a dressing gown and smiled at him. "Hi," she said. "Come on in. Where's wifey?" He explained that Mary would be another hour or more because of the flat tyre, and the woman nodded. "Never mind. We can entertain each other till then." She gave him a hug. "I'm glad to see you my friend." She shut the door, leading him in by the hand. "George won't be back till this evening," she added, and Thomas supposed George was her better half. The woman faced him now, still holding his hand, and looked him in the eyes. Then she dropped his hand and was suddenly serious. "We could, if you like, sit down in the cafe and have a cup of tea and talk a bit?" She paused. "Or we could do something a bit more interesting. What do you think?" She said nothing more but merely looked at him as he reached out, slipped his hand inside her old checked dressing gown and held one of her breasts. It was answer enough and she closed her eyes and sighed. He knew now that he had to have her, to fuck her, to plumb her, and soon! She opened her eyes, saw the raw lust in his face, and quickly pulled at the cord of her dressing gown. It fell open down the front, revealing that she was quite naked beneath the garment. He began to fondle her other breast as well. "You're really fuckable, did you know that?" he murmured. Her heavily freckled breasts had large brown aureoles, thick nipples and hung down over her full belly. Her pubic hair was curly and black. Thomas, as in a dream, now began to stroke the nipples, making them stiff and upstanding and as thick as little thumbs. The woman moaned in pleasure and closed her eyes. Unable to stop himself, he stepped up to her and slid his arms under the dressing gown, getting even more aroused by the feel of her warm and naked flesh on his arms. He held her, kissed her, their tongues probing. She shuddered and pulled away. "Come on," she whispered urgently. "Let's get those clothes off." She dropped her dressing gown to the floor and began undoing his belt. When he was naked, she pulled him onto the bed with her. There he lay beside her and began to fondle and excite her big piss flaps till they were fully engorged. Her mucus flowed copiously out of the eager slit. Then, unable to contain himself, he fell on her as she lay spread on the bed. She parted her raised knees and he sank into her willing cunt and began to fuck her hard, filled with a strange hunger for her ripe body. He spent himself in minutes, but she skillfully played with him and sucked him till he was hard again. He stabbed into her again and this time they took much longer. Then she cried out in orgasm and spasmed about him, heaving her big thighs up at him, bringing him off in turn and milking him of his seed. That night George, a thickset, hairy fellow with a tendency to grunt, was present and they all had tea together. Afterwards George insisted on playing his guitar and singing country and western songs, but Mary, herself somewhat of a musician, asked to try the guitar and soon the two of them were getting on famously. Thomas looked across at Julie and shrugged. She got up. "If you two are going to make noises on that thing all night long, we'll go and talk in peace and quiet in the shop," she said, smiling and George waved them off with an impatient hand. He was, Thomas saw with a twinge of jealousy, sitting on a chair so close to Mary that their thighs were touching. George now reached round Mary and held her hands from behind, positioning them, showing her how to hold the thing, embracing her from behind. Julie grabbed his hand and pulled him out the front to the darkened shop. They sat at one of the tables. "It's clear how that's going to end," said Julie gruffly. Then she grinned. "But I don't care, dear. Let's make the most of our time alone." She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it apart, revealing her big tits. Thomas groaned with desire and reached out, squeezed a nipple and rolled it between his fingers. They may have continued like this for some time, but then they noticed that the guitar had stopped. "Come on," said Julie, with a grin. "Bet I know where they are." She led him along a corridor then into the bathroom, locked the door, then, lit only by a street light outside, shining through the window, she went over to another window in one of the side walls and pulled the curtains carefully back. "One way glass," she said, in reassurance, for Thomas had stepped anxiously back. "Installed by the last owner. He used to take films of the couples that stayed here." They were looking at a fully lit bedroom and there were George and Mary, embracing passionately as they stood beside the bed. George now began sliding his hand down inside the back of Mary's slacks, squeezing her large naked bum. Mary said something and backed off, pulled down her slacks and undies, slipped out of her tee shirt and bra and stood naked in front of the man, her long goat tits moving gently up and down. From the state of her nipples she was getting very excited. The fellow must have noticed this, for he now grabbed her, groped her tits, her bum and kissed her nipples, sucked on them. "Come on," said Julie, and when Thomas turned she was casting off the last of her clothing. He stripped himself and then stood in front of her as she held him close, rubbed her large tits against him and cupped his balls, pulled on his now considerable erection. "Do you want me now?" the woman whispered in his ear. "Come on then.Take me!" The fellow in the other room, now naked, had Mary bent over the dressing table, hanging onto the top, her bum out for him. He wasted no time but began sliding again and again into her from behind. He was well endowed and Mary seemed to writhe in pain a little each time he sank down into her. Meanwhile Julie had placed herself in front of Thomas, gripped the sill of the one way window, had bent over, and was presenting her cunt to him, the piss flaps glistening in the distant light. He slid into her and then began slowly to pump her. They both wanted to time themselves to come with the other couple and now in the other room Mary gave a distant cry and tossed up her head. The other fellow rammed in and came. Thomas sped up. Julie began to grip him with her inner muscles, saying "Oh, yes, yes, yes! Do it man!Poke me hard!" He clenched his buttocks, thrust forward and released his spunk in several large gouts up her full woman's cunt to her great wail of pleasure. When it was clear that Mary had decided to spend the night with George, Julie bedded down with Thomas in the granny flat and they made love twice more before dawn found them sprawled, exhausted, on the bed. Thomas never did return to the road house, but Julie often came to town to buy provisions and to spend many agreeable hours with Thomas in a motel room. Although Mary left him for George, shortly after these events, Thomas now spent his days servicing Helen and Julie separately at first, and even had threesomes with them, for the two women got on well. Eventually they all moved in together and formed a little menage a trois, but that is another story. Bike Ride *** There are no underage (under 18 years old) sexual relationship in my story! *** A cool breeze is in the air as I ride into her parking lot, fall is in the air. I park and lock up gear and walk to her doorway. Wondering if she ready as I'm 30 Min's early due to the fast bike ride. She opens the door and I stare at her in black leather mini skirt and a skimpy black leather halter that shows her sexy tattoo! I'm floored she is hot all dressed as a biker chick in tight leather and ready to jump on and go for a ride! I kiss her sweet lips and say "DAMN!" as I move in house then to kitchen as the great smells are coming from there, she stuffs a piece of food into my mouth. "Oh my this is great!" Linda is a very special person to me we have been friends for over twenty years now. She is 5 ft 7 in and 140 lbs she has long dark hair, a hourglass figure with wide hips that sway when she walks. She has full tits but not overly large, the right one is covered by a big flowering tattoo that she likes to show. She is a exhibitionist and likes to show off her charms. She cooks like a pro and makes stuff to give away, all her neighbors love her. We eat till we're full then smoke and make plan to go out for a ride to do some dancing later this evening. While she picks up the plates I Grab her by the hips move behind and pull up to her and whisper in her ear "You look very sexy in that skirt, mind if I take a closer look?" As I drop to my knees to inspect and raise it up over her cute ass to expose she has no panties, I ask "You riding the bike like that?" She tilts her head and answers "Maybe," with a smile on her face. I nibble and lick on her exposed cheeks and follow her to table in dining room she bends over at the waist and pushes her ass toward my face. I split her cheeks and rub my lips over hers to see how wet she is. I slide my tongue into her moist folds of flesh, spreading her sweet lips with my mouth and pushing into her with my face. We rocked back and forth slowly at first then picking up very slowly to a steady pace I could feel her get wetter I pushed in harder every third thrust till I was deep in the wet folds tasting her juice. I licked and stirred her juices with my mouth and tongue. I pulled her clit up with my lips and sucked on her as I flicked the tip of my tongue over it faster and faster till her legs started to tremble. Then I started to hum and she was twisting those magical hips back and forth rubbing that sweet pussy all over my face. I can taste and smell her juice in my mouth and in my beard, it smells of her sweet pussy juice. I then hear the moan, a soft moan then it speeds up some when I lick faster then it gets louder she is about ready. "Faster" she breathes. I watch her chest rise and fall that tattoo moving as she spasms then she tightens up and squeezes my tongue then floods my face with juice. It's so warm and taste so different than the other juice they can't be mistaken she has creamed on my face. I slow my movements and move away, she is laying on dining table breathing steady full breaths, juice from her is all over her and I both. We are so wet I get a towel to clean up with. We wash and dry quickly with her super duper hair dryer. That thing blows! I leave a bit of the smell in my beard for later as I luv the smell of her. We make drinks and smoke another one then dress to hit the road. We decide to go topless as its Florida and put helmets in her car. She climbs up on to bike behind me, I see she hasn't any panties still as she gets on. We roar off into the night. We take a lap around town to see and be seen. We cruise for 20 min then over to the meet and greet. We pay, go in and up the stairs to meet some old friends and maybe meet some new. We drink, smoke and dance as the band plays with each round we have more and more fun. Then they start dirty dancing we are both rubbing on each other and our group is hooting and hollering as we grind our bodies together for three songs. When we stopped, all from our group clapped and we hugged as I flip up the back of her skirt and spun her around showing her cute butt to all watching. We leave the dance floor for the bar the bartender meets us with our drinks and chats a bit. We hang out with the group a while and then decide to bow out of there for a ride. We ride for 25 min and hear some good music from a local bar we pull into lot and park next to some other bikes. We make our way to door and find Lurch a friend who works there. "Can't let u in" he says. "Fire ordnance but what do u want?" We order, lurch brings drinks back says "No charge." So we walk back to bike and sit there to hear the music. I stare at her and feel my cock stir I reach over and adjust it. "Need any help?" she ask, she is on the other side of bike leaning over the seat facing me with her butt stuck out behind her. I step to her and pull my cock out and she sucks it into her eager mouth. I stand there watching her stretch out over the bike sucking on me as I pump in and out of her mouth. I hear a noise I look up, its Lurch, she ask"OK?" I say "nothing." She closes her eyes and keep sucking my hard cock. Lurch had the trash in his hand as he walks past us to the dumpster. When he throws it the noise startles Linda. I put my hand on her head and say "its OK" as I push back into her wet open mouth. Lurch is watching as I fuck her mouth. We make eye contact and he watches as I pump in and out of her sexy mouth . Shouts from the bar startle all and lurch heads back to work. I pull her around the bike and lean her over it. I stand behind her pulling up her short skirt I rub my palm over her cheeks spreading them to see her pussy. I twist a finger in to her as I hold her bent over the bike with her skirt up over her ass my finger in her pulling it open to get it wetter. I spit on my finger and start teasing her clit as I spank her cute butt. I'm so hard I'm rubbing on her leg. She takes it into her hand to stroke. I feel her moisten, and I slowly finger her tight pussy hole teasing it by pushing past the lips and filling the hot hole with my finger I wiggle my finger in the wet tight hole till we see people coming our way. I lean over and ask her "want me to stop?" "Fuck no" was her reply I stand there with two fingers fucking the pussy as they walk by. They look and I see her look at them, three young college age guys watching as her tight pussy gets spread open from behind. I felt how wet it got when they watched her it turned her on as well as me. She likes to be seen getting fucked it gives her a rush, as they leave she pants "FUCK ME." I am still hard as I move up to her and rub my cock up and down her wet slit in a smooth motion I sink my throbbing cock into her well fingered pussy in one steady motion. I grab those sexy hips and twist and rotate them as I pull her back on to my cock and push into her at the same time. I hold on to them hips to feel her move to me. I keep thrusting as the bar starts to empty, its closing time and I'm in the parking lot fucking on a motorcycle. I ask her "stop?" "NO" she cries "fucking pound it till you cum. Fuck me hard and fill me up" is her answer. I squeeze hips as I drive and pound on her pussy she moans and moaned. People are talking and cars are starting and leaving. So we now have lights as we fuck in the parking lot with 30 people watching. I grab her hair pull her head up and tell her "look." She looks around and I feel her pussy get hot then flood, it was creaming on my hard cock! I couldn't take it any longer I exploded up into her creamy pussy jerking and squirting. I pumped all I could into her sticky hole. As soon as we came we heard clapping and shouting and had almost 40 people staring at us as I pulled my cock out of her. We quickly jumped on the bike and left, we headed to her house. When we arrived we rolled into the bed and laughed at what we did as we know a lot of people there. I'm sure we will hear of this for years. We played it over again in her room alone just the two of us! I held her hips one more time as we reenacted it, till we both came again and fell into a sticky pile in her bed. The last thing I remember is kissing her on the forehead before falling fast asleep. Bike Ride in the Forest Sean didn't like it when his sister Karen broke-up with a guy. Karen wasn't known for picking great guys to begin with and she was the type who always had to be attached to someone. When she wasn't she was known for making bad decisions and being, well, flighty. So when she called Sean on a cloudy Saturday and told him that she was going on a mountain bike ride in a local National Forest by herself, he tried to talk her out of it. Karen and Sean were the last two members of their family to reside in the hill country of Arizona. Everyone else in their family now lived in Colorado and Utah, so much of the time it landed on Sean to look-after his younger (by five years) sister whenever she had some sort of crisis. But Sean was growing tired of being his Sister's keeper. Especially today, after a long week at work he was looking forward to a lazy Saturday working in his garage. With rain predicted for later in the day the last thing he wanted to do was venture-out into the forest so he told Karen to be careful and to call him when she got back. She told him she would and would talk to him in a couple of hours. A short time later Karen drove her SUV up a narrow canyon road and parked near a trailhead. Typically the parking lot for this particular trail would be crowded with vehicles, this being a Saturday but on this cloudy day with rain forecast for later in the day, the lot was nearly empty. Karen was looking forward to a long bike ride to clear her mind of her most recent break-up and the rest of the mess of her life. Sean and Karen had lots of similarities, however preparedness was not one trait which they shared. Sean was generally the prepared one in the family while Karen tended to fly by the seat of her pants. Karen struggled for a few minutes with putting the front wheel of her mountain bike on (this seemed easier when someone else did it for her) then started riding down the trail. She carried a small fanny pack which held her wallet, phone and keys in it. She was dressed like a mountain biker with skin-tight Lycra pants (which prevented her from wearing panties) a skin-tight Lycra top hugged her 36C tits which were cradled in a sports bra. Although instead of stopping to pick a map of the area up at a Kiosk near the trail head she stopped, and clicked the remote on her keychain to make sure her car was locked. Then she rode-off, choosing a steep trail where she could maybe work-out of her bad mood. Sean worked on his dual-sport motorcycle in his garage for a few hours, making some repairs and getting it caught-up on maintenance. An avid adventure motorcycle rider Sean spent much of his free time either on his bike or in his truck touring different parts of the country, even venturing as far as the northern tip of Alaska on one trip. However he couldn't get his mind off of Karen. It wasn't long before he grabbed a backpack he kept loaded with basic provisions and rode-off towards the trails he knew Karen liked to ride. He rationalized that he wanted to test-out some of the repairs he'd made earlier in the day to his motorcycle but deep-down he knew it was because he was concerned for Karen. A short while later Sean rode-up to the trailhead and saw Karen's Honda SUV parked near by. There were very few other cars around which meant the trails would be almost empty. Sean had ridden this area for years and knew it better than he knew the streets in the sub-division where he lived. He also knew what route his sister generally liked to ride; she seemed to prefer riding over the ridges and through a small forest. It was a loop-route which meant she would end-up back at the trailhead. Sean decided to ride it backwards from the way it was normally traveled so he'd have a better chance of meeting-up with his sister. With that he dropped his motorcycle into gear and sped-off down the trail. Despite what common sense might say Sean actually loved riding on days like this. Mid-winter in the hill country of Arizona is cool, almost cold. The leaves on the trees had changed colors and many had fallen. The air was brisk, the rain which fell a few days earlier had packed the trail-down so there was almost no dust and the knobby tires on his motorcycle had no problem finding traction, even though it was on a challenging trail which ran a long the tops of the ridges the only time he really had to concentrate on what he was doing was when descending some of the steeper hills; the air was thick with the moisture of a coming storm although he was relishing having the trail to himself. He hoped to find Karen soon so he'd know she was safe. Then he could lecture her for being stupid and continue on with his ride and hopefully make it back home before the rain came. Karen looked around as she ascended yet another large hill. She knew she was at about the half-way point, though with light rain starting to fall she was beginning to think her Brother was right; a bike ride in the forest on a day like this might have been a bad idea. However she had come this far so she reasoned she may as well press-on. Karen pointed her mountain bike over the crest of the hill and began picking-up speed when she felt the front end of her bike start shaking. She looked down to see her front brake swinging free and the bikes front wheel shaking from side-to-side violently. She was in trouble! Sean took a minute to stop and look around at the tall trees he was now surrounded by. The favorable trail conditions had allowed him to make it a lot farther than he normally would be able to in a relatively short amount of time. He'd last been in this area a couple of months back and he regretted for a minute not bringing any camping gear so he could spend the night. He wondered if the cabins farther up the trail were still in good shape. In what felt like a second Karen watched the front wheel of her bike brake free of its axle and wedge tight against the front forks of the bike. Before she knew what happened she was thrown over the bars of the bike, her left-foot tangled in the frame of the bike as now she and the bike were tumbling, rolling down the hill. She could feel the sharp rocks of the trail tearing through her Lycra clothing. Finally she and the bike separated as she went tumbling head-over-heels into some brush. Karen laid there on her stomach. Her left ankle was on fire with pain. She ran her hands down her sides and saw her hands covered in blood. She had taken a hard spill. She dropped her head down and passed-out. There was a light rain falling now and it was almost dark. The headlight on his motorcycle was illuminating a small swath of ground. Sean was worried that he hadn't come across Karen yet. A couple of hikers he'd passed a while ago said a girl matching Karen's description had passed by them on this trail earlier. Being on a motorcycle Sean reasoned he should have caught-up to his bicycle-riding sister before now. Just then his headlight swept past a mangled bike frame laying in the middle of the trail. Karen woke-up when the sound of an engine approaching filled her ears. 'Help' she meekly cried. She tried to lift herself out of the under-brush then dragged herself by her arms near the edge of the trail. Sean bailed off of his motorcycle and looked around in the fleeting daylight. He saw a scrapped-up arm coming from some bushes. He jumped into the bushes, his back pack already off his shoulders as he rummaged for a first-aid kit he carried. He moved some branches aside "Please don't be dead" he said under his breath. He heard a whimper in response. Now he breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes adjusted quickly to the dim daylight. He could see it was Karen. Her clothes were ripped but she was awake. He sat her up against a tree. Karen lifted her head and looked at the owner of the strong hands which now kept her from falling back into the under-brush. She couldn't think of what to say so she just gave a meek smile. "Where does it hurt" Sean asked. "All over" Karen replied "But my left ankle is the worst". Sean looked at it, immediately he could tell it was broken from the way it sat. "We need to get you out of here" he told her. Karen looked at her rescuer a little closer now, her eyes focusing on his helmet. "Do I know you?" She asked. Sean pulled his goggles off, revealing more of his face and said "It's me, Sean you big dummy!" Karen gave a sigh of relief. "What happened to lounging around in your garage?" She asked. "I was going to, but when I didn't hear from you I thought I'd better come-out here and make sure you were okay. Looks like it's a good thing I did too!" Sean surveyed Karen's wounds quickly, there appeared to be nothing life-threatening, just lots of scrapes and bruises and the afore-mentioned suspected broken ankle. Sean pulled a sweat shirt out of his back-pack and helped her pull it on. He then looked at a map and at his GPS. They were almost 15 miles from the trailhead where Karen had parked. His cell phone had no service and hers was in pieces in her smashed fanny pack. Sean took another look at his map and saw that they were fairly close to some hunter's cabins. Sean reasoned that would likely be the best place for the two of them to stay until the rain let-up. The cabins were all nearly 100 years old and had once belonged to miners or early homesteaders. When the area was taken-over by the Forest Service 50 or so years ago the cabins eventually became the property of the Forest Service. Many had been torn-down but a handful were left in-place and were maintained sporadically by volunteers and hunter's. They were available on a first-come, first-served basis though this time of year people rarely ventured this far into the forest to use them. Sean hoped one was available and was in good enough shape as at this point with the rain becoming steady and the trail becoming muddy that was their best option. It had been years since Karen had ridden on a motorcycle. She trusted Sean; after all she knew he was a very experienced rider, especially off-road however any slight touch caused her ankle to explode in pain. Sean scooped Karen up in his arms and gently set her on the seat, the motorcycle leaning against a tree. Sean steadied his passenger with one hand while he climbed-on. "The trick to this is to hold on tight" Sean reminded Karen as she looked around for handles "Like this" Sean said as he took her arms and wrapped them around his mid-section. With that Sean started the engine, dropped the bike into gear and began accelerating up the steep hill Karen had earlier tumbled down, her bike (or what was left of it) now safely hidden in the brush. The trail was quickly getting muddy and it was hard for Sean to keep the motorcycle upright as mud began packing into the knobbies on his tires, making his tires slick, through all this though his passenger didn't seem to notice as she hung-on so tight Sean worried a little about his ribs breaking. However he was also guiltily enjoying the feeling of Karen's tits pushed tightly against his back. Sean occasionally got a glimpse of his passenger in his mirror, her eyes were closed-tight and her face showed she was in pain, no doubt every time the pair went over a bump her left ankle bounced off the passenger foot peg sending a shot of pain through her whole body. Just then Sean's headlight lit-up a dark faded green structure in front of the motorcycle. He had found a cabin. Karen more fell-off than got off of the motorcycle. Sean helped her up than retrieved a small flashlight from his back pack. Karen rested most of her weight on Sean as they made their way to the front door of the cabin and pushed it open. "Where's the light switch?" Karen asked. Sean chuckled "No lights, maybe lanterns if we're lucky" he said as the beam from his flashlight swept around the small cabin, finally coming to rest on two oil-burning lanterns which looked like they should be at an antique store rather than their sole source of light for an evening. It was a small cabin, really more like a cottage. It was just one large room with a modern fold-out sofa bed against one wall, some mis-matched furnishings and what probably would have been classified as a kitchen 100 years ago. Sean busied himself with lighting the two lanterns while Karen flopped-down onto a lumpy old sofa bed which filled a corner of the small room. Sean dug through his bag again, pulling the first aid kit out and began sorting through it setting certain items out on the table next to it. One of the items was a flask filled with whiskey. Sean opened it and walked it over to Karen. "You might want to drink this" Karen pretended to be taken aback "If I didn't know better big brother I would think you're trying to get me drunk!" "No" Sean replied "It's to dull the pain, we need to dress those wounds on your side and set that ankle and all that is going to hurt like hell. " Karen nodded in agreement than took a healthy gulp as Sean retrieved a blanket from a shelf. "Take your clothes off and cover-up with this. I can help you with the places you can't reach but we need to get those cuts cleaned and all the grit out." Karen tried to remove her skin-tight Lycra clothing but soon gave-up once Sean found an old pair of sweat pants, a T-shirt and an old denim jacket stowed in a box in the corner of the small shack. The sweat pants were faded pink and way too large for her slender frame but they would work. Sean then used his knife to cut-away her Lycra top and bottom and soon Karen laid there naked under a thick cotton blanket. Sean worked on Karen's back and thighs, he could smell her pussy as her mid-section sat barely covered by the thin blanket. "Another time, another place" and I might take advantage of this situation" Sean joked. "Another couple of hits out of that flask and I might let you!" Karen added with a laugh. The Whiskey kicked-in quickly and soon Karen felt warm all over. She still hurt but the pain was significantly dulled. She loved how strong Sean's hands were yet he had a gentle touch as he worked to mend all her cuts and bruises. Finally she saw him looking again at her ankle and knew what was coming next. Sean got a serious look on his face then suggested she look away. Karen closed her eyes and readied herself for the pain. It was bad but just a quick jolt rippled through her body, she downed another swallow of Whiskey from Sean's flask and soon felt better, though she thought she was seeing things when Sean began wrapping two wrenches onto either side of her ankle with an ACE bandage. "What are you doing?" Karen asked, forgetting for a minute that she was naked under the blanket she sat-up and allowed the blanket to fall from her chest and wad-up near her waist. "Making a splint, or trying to. I learned this trick in Baja when I used to race and we set a guy's arm using a crescent wrench and a ratchet." "Will it work?" She asked. "Yeah, although if my bike breaks-down tomorrow I may need these back!" He added jokingly. Karen laughed a slightly drunk laugh, she never realized before now how funny her brother could be. It didn't hurt that he looked rather sexy now that all he was wearing were a pair of boxers and an old T-shirt; the rest of his clothes were laid on a nearby chair drying. Later that evening the pair feasted on some Cup-O-Noodle's Sean found in a cupboard and a couple of candy bars Sean had in his backpack. It was quiet, quieter than Karen had experienced in a long time. The only sound was of wood crackling in the pot-bellied stove and the rain hitting the roof up above. Karen found herself looking at her brother in a whole new light. He had rugged good looks, strong hands, a goatee. His arms were muscular and it looked like he could split logs with his legs. She knew that he had also gone through a break-up with a girl a couple of months prior; his way of handling it however seemed to be riding his motorcycle and taking long trips whenever his work schedule allowed. The cabin was getting quite warm by now so Karen pulled the blanket off and rolled-over onto Sean wearing only a sweatshirt. "So enough of this staring at the fire, how about we do something else for a while" she said coyly as she pulled her sweatshirt off exposing her perky 36C tits. Sean remembered sneaking glances at Karen when they were growing-up. He knew it was wrong then, and knew this too was wrong but he at the root of it he was a guy. Karen slid her hands along Sean's body until her head was lined-up with his crotch. Sean thought about stopping her but then thought what's the harm? After all because of his clumsy, un-prepared sister what had started-out as an afternoon ride had become a two-day ordeal, so if this is how she wanted to repay the favor, he was fine with that. Sean looked-down to see the top of Karen's head, her red hair almost glowing in the light of the dancing fire. Karen looked-up at Sean as she worked his quickly-hardening cock out from his boxers. Sure she knew this wrong on several different levels but who cares; it was just the two of them, neither of them were attached at the moment so what was the harm in having a little fun? Sean couldn't believe how good Karen's mouth felt on his cock. Although he knew it wouldn't be too long before he came. Wanting to make the most of this opportunity in case it never happened again he pulled Karen off his cock and gently rolled her over onto her stomach onto the bed. Karen got on her knees and ran her fingers in and out of her pussy, she was surprised by how wet she was already. In what felt like the next second she felt Sean's cock rubbing the outside of her pussy. Sean ran his hands down Karen's slender frame, cupping her ample breasts and briefly playing with her nipples as his hands worked their way down her body. He allowed his cock to tease the outer lips of Karen's pussy. Karen loved feeling Sean's cock at the last place she thought her brother would ever see. In the next instant Sean slid his cock into Karen's tight, well-lubricated pussy. He rocked slowly at first until Karen began matching Sean's thrusts. Karen loved the feeling of her brother's cock filling her pussy. She liked the fact that the two seemed to be perfectly in-sync with each other, each matching the other's moves perfectly. Karen pinched her nipples as Sean kept a firm grip on her ass, holding her pelvis close to his as he continued to drive his cock deeper into her pussy. All of a sudden Karen remembered it was her brother who's cock was filling her pussy. "Just, just don't cum in my pussy." Karen breathlessly exclaimed as she was coming-down from her second orgasm. Sean leaned-down, whispered in Karen's ear "don't worry as his own orgasm began washing over him. What Karen didn't realize is that Sean had slipped a condom on as she was making her way onto her knees. Sean finished shooting his load and pulled-out of Karen's pussy. Karen was pretty out of it by now and soon rolled over onto her side. Sean thought that she looked so sexy there; her hair was messed-up, he could see red marks where his hands had been on her ass. Fearing this night might be a one-time-only event Sean decided to take full advantage of the situation and quickly rolled Karen onto her back for round two. Now that Karen was basically spread-out before him Sean began eating her pussy. Although Karen was mostly passed-out, the combination of the Whiskey and a couple of pain killers she had taken earlier were really starting to take their effect, but Karen still moaned and arched her back in pleasure. Listening to that it didn't take very long for Sean to get hard again. He slipped another condom on to his stiff cock and set about to fucking Karen once again, her tits bouncing along as Karen mostly unconsciously moaned as another orgasm washed over her. Not long after Sean came, then collapsed in a heap next to his sister on the bed. He closed his eyes fell asleep feeling her naked chest rise and fall in his arms and the sound of hail pattering along the roof. Bike Ride in the Forest The next morning Karen woke-up to a splitting headache, every inch of her was sore and her shirt was waded-up on the floor next to the bed. She looked around, and saw Sean standing at a counter re-loading his back pack. Sean looked-up and said, "Morning, sleepy head". "Morning" Karen replied. She was naked under the blanket, her bra was on the floor, every inch of her hurt and her memory of all which went-on the previous night was kind of hazy, though there was no forgetting the orgasm's which had ripped through her body; she had never before had as intense sexual experience as she'd had with her brother. "That was amazing" She said. Sean gave her a sly grin then held-up the two opened condom wrappers. "I enjoyed it too" he said as the two now enjoyed a guilty laugh. "On a serious note though I've already been outside, it appears the rain moved through and the trail is muddy but I think we'll be able to ride it. It shouldn't take more than two or three hours tops to get to your car from here, but I'd like to get moving so if we run into any other problems we'll have plenty of daylight." Karen nodded her agreement even though she knew that it would mean an even longer trip on the back of a motorcycle. A half-hour later Karen again found herself astride Sean's motorcycle and she quickly assumed her normal stance of clamping her arms tight around Sean's mid-section and buried her face in his shoulder. Twenty minutes into the ride Karen felt the bike come to a halt and opened her eyes. The pair were sitting atop a high ridge looking over a cloud-filled valley below. "I know you're in a lot of pain, but see what you're missing by having your eyes closed all the time?" Sean asked. Karen nodded. "Just for this little stretch why don't you try keeping your eyes open." Sean suggested as he dropped the bike into gear and rode-off. Karen didn't close her eyes again. Even for an experienced rider like Sean it took all he had to bring the two of them down the steep canyon back to the trailhead where Karen's SUV was parked. He was dripping with sweat and almost completely exhausted. Karen though had enjoyed every minute, even forgetting about her aches and pains for a time as she found a different way to enjoy the outdoors. Once they arrived back at the trailhead Sean dropped Karen off at her SUV. She followed him back to his condo then Sean drove her to the hospital. All told Karen required a cast for her broken ankle along with a handful of stitches in various places. However her Doctor was very impressed by how well Sean had set her ankle and laughed when he saw what Sean had used to splint it. A few days later Karen moved her stuff into Sean's condo. To friends and family the reason was because Karen would be off work for a few months while her ankle healed so it was cheaper to stay with Sean. The real reason was so the two could continue their new-found relationship.