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The Bike

By: copperbutterfly



This is a story suggested by a very special friend. The funny part is I actually have a bike for sale! Read me; give me a vote; leave me a comment. As always, I enjoy hearing from each and every one of you. I welcome your feedback and any thoughts for new story ideas.

 ~Copperbutterfly~

It was very early on Saturday morning when I was awakened by somebody pounding on my front door. I roll over and look at the clock, "Damn, 8 A.M. and some nut is banging on my front door." I slide out of bed, put my robe on, checked myself in the mirror, and head for the door. Whoever was at the door was still banging and I intend to give him a good piece of my mind. As I jerk the door open; prepared to speak my peace, all I can do is stand there with my mouth open starring at the most beautiful man I have seen in my short 30 year life. 

Before me stands a man who is 6' 3", jet black hair, deep blue eyes, and a small beard. All I can say is, "Oh, ah, yes, what can I do for you?"

His response is "Are you Maryann Niden, who has a Harley Davison V-Rod for sale?"

"Yes" I say, entranced by his rich, deep voice. 

"My name is Richard Gordon and I came down from Denver to see your bike. If I like it, I am prepared to meet your price."

"I'm sorry but I'm not exactly dressed to show the bike. If you'll come in I'll put on some clothes and we'll go out to the place where I have it stored." "Would you like some coffee? I need some to wake up!" I felt like I was babbling but I couldn't stop talking. This beautiful man had really affected me. "Do you have any questions about the bike? We can talk about it in the kitchen while I put the coffee on." I turn, cross the floor and enter the kitchen and I will him to follow. Standing at the sink running cold water to fill the pot, I realized that he has stopped at the doorway. Long and lean, arms across a broad chest, his legs crossed at the ankles, he fills the doorframe. I can feel him watching me. I finish preparing the coffee, flipped the switch to on, I turn and smiling I ask, "Won't you please come in and sit down? I'll go and change while the coffee perks." As I set coffee mugs on the kitchen table, add a sugar bowl and milk carton from the fringe, he sits down at the table. "I won't be very long. Please make yourself at home." Before I can say anything more, I practically run from the room.

Stopping in my bedroom to gather jeans, t-shirt, panties and bra I head for the shower. Knowing that the coffee doesn't take very long to brew, I wash and rinse with great speed. With just a touch of makeup, I brush through my hair and looking in the mirror, I think, "Well, not too shabby for this early in the morning". Stopping in the bedroom to grab socks and my riding boots, I approach the kitchen with only a bit of trepidation. Stopping at the door I see him standing at the window, coffee mug in hand, watching the birds gather at the feeders. "Are you into wildlife, Mr. Gordon?" I ask quietly from the doorway. 

"I enjoy the natural beauty of all things. And please, Maryann, call me Richard."

"I too enjoy natural beauty, that's why I live out away from town. I can enjoy my birds and even the deer come to visit. Of course, I shamelessly bribe them all with food!" laughing, I pour a cup of coffee and sit at the table. Reaching down I pull on socks and begin to wiggle into my boots. Richard turns and stands in front of me, bending down he lifts one foot and with the palm of his big hand seats the boot snugly onto my foot. As he holds it, I lace and tie and then he picks up the other boot, slips my foot in and pushes it right on. Lacing and tying, I laugh and say, "Well, that's the easiest those old boots have ever gone on!" 

He smiles and comes back with, "You just have to know when to push." I think to myself, "oh, no kidding..."

I drink my coffee faster than ever before and put the cups in the sink. "Well Richard, let's go see my bike. Do you want to follow me?" I ask.

"I would love to but I came down on the bus from Denver. Can I ride with you?"

"Oh yes" I say, as I go to the hall closet to get my motorcycle jacket. Richard takes it from me and helps me on with it. His arms go around me; my back presses up against him. "My god, he feels good". I grab the keys to my Jeep Wrangler and we head off to see the bike. 

The bike is stored at a friend's house out in area known as the Black Forest. The drive is pleasant in the cool brisk morning air. I know that my friend John will be up taking care of his horses, so I'm not worried about the early morning hour. A brief 15 minute ride finds us in the lush pines of the forest. Turning off the main road and onto the long gravel drive we pull up to the detached garage workshop. I wave to John as he turns his Appaloosa, Big Red, out to the pasture. As I come around the Jeep, Richard waits for me beside the big main door. "In here?" he says.

"Yes" I stammer as I struggle to lift the heavy door. Richard bends down and with a good tug he rolls the door to the upright position. The sudden movement causes me to stagger and turning I tip into Richards' open arms. As I steady and straighten up, his hands linger on my upper arms and slowly slide to my wrists. "Careful there, I really want to appreciate this bike of yours and I won't be able to do that if you are hurt." I tremble as his voice rumbles so close to my ear. 

"No, I don't want to miss out on this days' adventure. Thank you for your help." 

Turning towards the open bay, the sight of my bike always causes a catch in my breath. As I stop just to the back of the bike, I turn back to watch for his reaction. "Well, Richard, what do you think of it?" I watch as his eyes cast quick glances from the front wheel along the sleek lines, gleaming chrome offset with brushed aluminum and accented with glowing black. The 100th year anniversary emblem proudly blazoned on the tank. His glance swings long and low, testing the lines, checking the symmetry. Moving finally to the back of the bike, his eyes showing appreciation for its beauty, his glance comes to rest on me. I am standing behind, bent over with my arms resting on the seat, watching him, now watching me. As our eyes meet, I see the curve of a smile begin to tug at the corners of his lips. "Oh so kissable lips. Geez, Maryann, get a grip. You're selling him your bike not interviewing for a life partner!"

"This is one of the most beautiful bikes I've seen in a very long time, Maryann." He says as he steps forward for a closer look. "If it runs as good as it looks, you and I will be doing some dealing." He runs his hand along the front bars, over the tank and along the seat, turning to the back. "Are you ready to fire it up and go for a ride?" 

Standing and moving to the left side I give my answer. "I am so ready to ride, Richard." I toss him the key and he hikes his long leg over the bike to straddle it; inserts the key; squeezes the clutch, checks the gear; flicks the switch and it rumbles. There are so many good things in life, but the roar of a Harley is something you have to experience to appreciate. It just cannot be described in words. Of course, the feeling you get riding one also cannot be adequately described. The thrumming of the engine between your legs as you straddle a hard leather seat. Well girls, you just have to try it, that's all I can say.

Standing beside him, I watch him settle into the seat. Nestling his ass into the best position, he scoots forward slightly to make room for me. He turns towards me with this huge grin on his face. His face lights up and he says, "Ride with me Maryann, please? I want to take these two beauties for a ride." His look of need; of desire is too much for me to deny. I feel my own excitement growing at an exhilarating rate.

"It will be my pleasure, Richard." I throw my leg over the back of the bike and settle in behind him. Wiggling so slightly, more to entice than for comfort, I press myself to his back and slip my arms around and rest them on his firm thighs. "Ready when you are." 

As we pull out of the garage, I wave again to my friend and holler out "We'll be back, John!" Smiling he waves and gives us a thumbs up. At the corner, I tap Richards' left leg for a turn and down the road we go. Deciding to head north for a ways, I direct Richard by leaning in very close to his ear. It takes all my will power not to give him a lick. Smiling to myself I think about where we can ride that will showcase the bike and perhaps take us down a road we both are willing to travel. We turn and take the scenic route along the edge of the forest, winding up through the foothills. These roads are made for a bike like this. Long slow curves balance against the increasing climb of the grade. The smooth vibration of the bike between my legs has me throbbing. I know from past experience that it can be just as pleasurable for a man as it is for a woman. Close to the top of the pass is a turnout, a scenic overlook for any wayward tourists lucky enough to be on this route. As we approach, I get Richards' attention by rubbing along the top of his right thigh. Amazing how body language is understood, even between relative strangers.

Pulling into the turnout, he slows to a stop, pops out the kick stand, and hits the kill switch. Staying on the bike, we sit very still, pressed so tight that I think he can feel my heart pounding. Turning his head to the side I lean forward to place my ear at his lips. "Maryann, I have driven this way several times. It is a great road for a bike run. But never have I experienced anything as wonderful as this ride, on this bike, and with such a good passenger. You can ride with me anytime!"

Smiling I respond, "Indeed, I would ride with you whenever you'd like. If you buy this bike I'll be getting another one and maybe we can ride together that way as well." "Do you want to stretch your legs for a minute before we continue on?" 

"Yeah, I'd like that. I seem to be a bit uncomfortable right at this moment." As I slip off the bike, I can't help but notice the huge bulge at the front of his jeans. Biting my lower lip to keep from giggling, I turn towards the incredible view of the mountain range. Standing in the crisp clean air, I feel him move up behind me. I feel his hands rest on my shoulders. I slip back into his arms as we stand silent, drinking in the beauty of our wonderful state. "Maryann, can we go somewhere, uhhhh, maybe a little less, uhhhhh visible?"

Turning in his arms, I look up into eyes brimming with emotion. I am sure that what he sees in mine is merely a reflection of his desire. "I know of a place not too much farther" my answer husky, my voice trembling. Back to the bike, we get mounted and back on the road in no time. The road continues to wind and climb as we crest the pass and begin our decent. About 5 miles on the down side I spot the turn off to the lake. Tapping again left I indicate the turn and slowing we leave the pavement for packed dirt. The trees form a solid tunnel and we slow cruise through the flickering sunlight. "Just about a mile farther is a wide area to pull off", I breath into his ear. I feel his shudder as he shifts on the seat. We both spot the turn off at the same time. He slows to a stop and kills the engine. As I hop off he follows quickly. Reaching out with both hands; grabbing my arms; spinning me around; pulling me to him, his lips descend on mine. Pressing deep and hard, his mouth devours me. My reaction is instantaneous. Deepening the kiss, my mouth opens and I suck in his tongue. Pulling it deep into my willing mouth, I suck. I feel his groan vibrate through my mouth causing increased excitement and a tightening low in my body. I feel the juices begin to flow and I know that I am getting very wet. Breaking the kiss, we both gasp for air. Pressing my hands flat against his big chest, I step back. "Come. Follow me down this path to the lake. It's more private there." My voice is shaky, low and husky. Turning with his hand in mine, we follow the path through a tunnel of green. The day has grown warm and smells of pine and fresh mountain air.

"Is it much farther, Maryanne?" I hear his deep voice ask quietly.

"There is a small lake right around the next turn. It's beautiful there this time of the year. Very private, so we won't be disturbed." Smiling, I slip out of my leather jacket as we forge ahead down the path. Richard, anticipating our arrival, follows my lead and slips off his jacket. Taking my jacket in hand and laying it over his arm, he snakes his other arm around my shoulder pulling me close for the last part of our hike. The sky above us appears as we move to the end of the path. An open glade before us extends along a gentle slope to the waters' edge. The sky blue water of a mountain lake glistens in the morning sun. The huge boulders scattered along the waters edge gleam with the morning dew. 

"Wow" Richard says. "This place is beautiful! How did you ever find this?"

"It belongs to a family member. I come out here every now and then, when I really need to escape. There's a cabin but it's much farther into the woods. Sometimes I come out for a couple of days." Turning towards Richard, I run my hands down my sides and look up into his eyes. "The rocks are warm from the sun", I whisper. I turn and walk to a large flat boulder and sit at its' edge. Richard stands for a moment, his eyes roaming over my body; his hands flex then run up and over his arms. He moves up close, stopping at my knees; he drops our jackets beside the boulder. Leaning in, his lips brush over mine in the softest of kisses. Then his hands reach out to my shoulders and run down my arms to my wrists. Bringing my hands up, he holds them to his chest. I slide my hands down and grasp his t-shirt at his waist and tug it from his jeans. Lifting higher and higher, I pull it up and over his head, tossing it to the ground. Smiling, he lifts my t-shirt and raising my arms he tugs it over my head. It descends to the join the growing pile of clothes. Standing in front of me, his jeans bulge at his center. Giggling, I reach out with a trembling hand to unbutton the top and then take the zipper between thumb and finger. Tugging, the zipper sounds loud in the quiet mountain air. As it reaches its stop, my hands slide up and out splitting the jeans open and pushing them wide. His navy blue briefs are stretched to their limits over his incredibly engorged crotch. The tip peeking out the top of the band is red and swollen. Grasping the elastic I pull them and jeans out over his hips and down to the knees. Pushing them all the way they descend to the ground and he steps out. His beautiful cock stands at attention, rigid and ready. Reaching down and leaning in he pulls me to my feet. His hands slide down my sides, hard and tight stopping at my waist. Richard unbuttons and grasps my zipper; lowering it he pulls and tugs tight jeans over my hips and down they go to join the clothing pile on the ground. Standing in the morning light his naked body bathed in its light, my mind racing through thoughts of what he's going to feel like.

Looking into his eyes, I reach behind my back and flick the clasp. My hands cup under my breasts holding the bra to me. He softly caresses across my belly; running fingertips into my waistband and slipping it down. As my panties hit the ground I release the bra. It tumbles to the top of the pile; the final piece of clothing. We stand naked before each other. Our eyes roam up and then down, followed by hands. Then our lips take up the chase and begin to kiss and then lick over and around any part that can be reached. His hands caress my breasts, my hands stroke his cock. Stepping back, my lips kiss over and down his chest. Out to the sides circling now hard nipples, my lips suck them in deep; each one in turn until they are wet and firm. His hands on the back of my head press my lips to them. Releasing I slip down and down, lower to lick the belly button, then on to nuzzle into soft downy hair. 

My tongue explores and roams. Flicking out touching his tip, I feel him twitch with the contact. His cock jumps and my lips capture it. Slipping him into my mouth, I bathe his rock hard cock in heat. His moans fill the air as I close my lips just under the tip; lock them tight; and hum.....the vibrations ripple down his cock to his base and as my hand cups his balls, he cries out my name. "Oh my god, Maryann, that feels incredible." Releasing my lip lock, I press forward and take him deep and long to the back of my throat. Swallowing, my muscles grip and hold him. As I suck hard he growls loud, deep and long and thrusts his hips. "ARRRGGGGG, baby if you keep that up, I'll cum". Sliding up the shaft so slowly, my lips nibble towards the tip, licking and sucking. I pop him out of my mouth and kiss the tip. Standing, I reach up and step into his arms as he pulls me tight to his chest. Our lips devour; our tongues dance. 

Richard steps back to sit at the edge of the rock; laying back he pulls me onto his chest. Our lips continue their play. Running over soft lips, along each chin and out to the neck they trace wet paths. His cock presses so hard against my tummy. My pussy, wet and slick, slips over and up his center. Richard slips his arm under my leg, lifting it, knee bent. One shift and I am centered over his solid shaft. I slide easily to the very tip and he pushes me down onto him. His huge cock stretches my tight pussy. His groan speaks of his need. My moan answers with equal desire.

I begin to move up and back, shifting and rocking. Starting slow with my movements, they increase rapidly as I feel my orgasm begin to build. Richards' moans increase with each thrust deeper into me. Our rhythms match as we rock together in the warmth of the sun. Sitting up I ride quicker now, first undulating and then grinding. I pull each of his thrusts deeper and they drive me closer to the edge. Building together as one, we push closer and closer, our panting loud. "Richard, I am so close. Cum with me baby, cum with me."

"Maryann, I can't hold out any longer, I want to shoot deep into you; fill you with my hot cum." 

"Yes, now....take me...I'm cumminggggggggggggg!" I scream out. Driving one deep thrust, I feel Richard explode in my pussy. 

"Cumminnnngggg, girl, I'm cuming nowwwww!" My muscles convulse and grip his hard cock, milking it of every drop of sperm. "My god, I can feel you squeezing me. You are remarkable, woman". I lay on top of him, our chests heaving as waves of pleasure roll over us. Rolling me easily to his side, he softens and then slips out. His arms hold me to him; his lips on the top of my head, kissing. Rolling to my back we lay side by side, the warm sun drying our sweat soaked bodies. "Maryann, I have to tell you something" Richard says. 

"What is it, Richard?" I answer. 

"When I decided to come and see your bike, I never expected that anything like this would happen. You were incredible" he says smiling.

"Mmmm, why thank you, Richard. I hope that you don't think we did that, just so you would buy my bike?" smiling my response. "Because, I enjoyed it very much and hope that it won't be the last time we can be together. I also hope that you will buy my bike." 

"I'm hoping that I can see you often, if that's acceptable to you, Maryann? And now, we are going to get up, get dressed and go back to your house and talk about my new bike". Gathering up and sorting through our clothes, we get dressed in a short amount of time. Richard once again helps with my boots and then he slips both jackets over his arm. Walking hand in hand back to the bike, we discuss the advantages of couples who own two bikes. 

The ride back to John's house and my Jeep is magnificent in the bright warm sun and it ends way too soon. Pulling into the drive we head straight for the workshop where I had left the Jeep. Richard pulls the bike up next to it and stops. As I hop off and step up to his side, he just sits there smiling. My grin matches his as my friend John approaches from inside the shop. "Well, one look at the two of you, and I can tell that a deal has been negotiated!" laughing, John comments. As I look at Richard, my eyes silently ask that very question. 


The Bike



I hadn't seen Jane in about 4 months. We had split up about 6 months ago and she had bought me out of the flat we owned. Although it was a difficult break up we had both now moved on and had new partners. When I moved out I had left my bike in her garage because I had nowhere to store it at the time. I had completely forgotten about it to be honest. So I was a little surprised when she had rung me during the week and told me that she had a new car and wanted to use the garage and asked if I would mind coming and picking my bike up. We agreed that I would come over that weekend on the Sunday and collect it.

Sunday came and I drove over to the house. I parked the car and walked up to the front door and rung the bell. After a few seconds Jane answered the door wearing a knee length summer dress and invited me in. As I followed her up the stairs I realised she had lost weight and was looking pretty fantastic. I couldn't help but watch her cute ass as we went up to the flat. She asked me if I was in a hurry and offered me a glass of wine. I accepted and we sat in opposite each other in the lounge, me in the armchair and her on the sofa. As we talked and caught up on each other's lives I couldn't help feeling a touch of regret, especially when she told me about her new man Sean. She was happy and radiant. She had highlighted her long flowing blonde hair and it seemed to accentuate her blue eyes. I found myself looking at her pretty mouth as we talked and laughed about old times. The glasses of wine were on the table between us and every time she leaned forward to pick hers up I would get a fabulous view of her pert 32b cleavage. I could feel the blood starting to pump into my member and as the glasses became empty I couldn't help felling that I did not want to leave. However to my surprise Jane just asked if I wanted another glass of wine. My eyes followed her as she got up and went to the kitchen watching her braless breasts bounce under her summer dress. She returned with two full glasses and sat down. She sat with one knee up flat on the sofa with her leg tucked under the other. As we continued talking I couldn't help notice her dress riding up her legs giving me a glimpse of her sensible white cotton panties and her luscious creamy thigh. I tried to maintain eye contact and not to look which, given my swelling cock and the lusty thoughts racing through my mind, was dam hard. The conversation continued for a few minutes and then Jane suddenly shifted position and looked very uncomfortable. I was sure she had caught me looking up her dress. I asked her what was wrong but she just said nothing. I knew this wasn't true so I asked her again.

"I was going to ask your opinion on something really personal but I don't think I can" she replied. 

"Come on Jane how long have we known each other? Is there anything about you I don't know?."

"I suppose...." She mumbled. 

"Come on Jane, just ask" I replied.

"It was just something that Sean said the other day".

"Go on" I encouraged reassuringly. 

"But it's embarrassing" she almost shouted. Jane was always very straight laced.

"Don't be silly just ask".

"Well I was having sex with him. I was on up all fours and he was taking me from behind and he just made a comment afterwards that he didn't like the fact I had a hairy bumhole and told me I should sort it out. I just wondered if it ever bothered you when we made out?"

"Honestly?"

"Yeah"

"Well it's not your most attractive feature. But it is easily solved. Just get some hair removal cream and hey presto."

"Its not that easy you know. It is not exactly the easiest place to reach".

"Then go to a beauty salon then" I replied.

"What and pay their prices you must be joking!" she snapped back.

"Well I tell you what I'll do it for free" I said jokingly.

"Would you mind? I mean it's not like you haven't seen it all before".

I had only been joking and never thought she'd actually take me up on the offer. Here was my prissy ex-girlfriend wanting me to perform hair removal on her asshole. I was completely stunned. We refilled our wine and Jane suggested we moved to the bedroom. I entered her spotless bedroom and sat on the side of the bed while she went to the bathroom to get some hair removal cream and some tissues. As I sat there I could feel my cock going hard at the thought of seeing her pussy and ass again. Jane came back in and stood in front of me. She gave me the cream and the tissues and awkwardly said we should get started. She then reached up under her dress and pulled her white cotton panties off. I told her to turn around, pull her dress up and bend over. I could feel my cock throbbing as Jane turned round and revealed her round curvy ass to me. I slowly eased her cheeks apart to reveal her delightful rosebud. As I picked up the hair removal cream I new this wasn't going to work.

"This isn't going to work Jane"

"What do you mean?" she asked looking back.

"It's too difficult in this position. Get on all fours on the bed."

Jane complied. Keeping her legs together she knelt on the bed in front of me. I told her to put her head and tits flat on the bed and push her ass in the air. It was sight to behold. My straight laced blonde ex in front of me, her luscious curvy ass completely spread with the tight muscular ring and her sweet smelling pussy only inches from my face. Heaven. I almost didn't want to start the job in hand. As I started putting the cream around her tight hole I could hear Jane softly murmuring and could soon smell the unmistakeable scent of her pussy becoming aroused. I continued my efforts as slowly as I could but a few minutes later the job was done. I wiped the remaining cream away carefully and proclaimed I'd finished. Jane got up, collected the tissues and moved towards the bathroom holding her dress up above her waist. I watched longingly as her ass wiggled its way to the bathroom. I heard the shower run and few minutes later Jane reappeared with her dress back to normal. I got up to move back into the lounge, struggling to hide my huge hard cock. Jane stopped me in the bedroom doorway.

"Could you just check that all the hairs are gone now the cream is off?" She asked smiling.

"Sure" I replied eager to get a second helping of eye candy.

Jane got back on the bed, pulled her dress up and slowly resumed the position. My cock throbbed as I watched her push her ass in the air completely spreading her peachy cheeks. There was not a hair in sight around the perfect puckered ring.

"Perfect. Looks good enough to eat" I proclaimed smiling.

Jane looked backed over her shoulder at me with a raised eyebrow.

"So why don't you then". She cooed

My jaw hit the floor.

"And if you do a good job I'll let you treat me like a slut for the rest of the afternoon." She continued.

I was speechless. This was not the straight-laced and prudish Jane I knew. When we were together sex had been rather routine. She had never wanted to experiment and wouldn't even let me cum in her mouth when she sucked my cock. Yet now she was asking me to lick her asshole and giving me free reign for the rest of the afternoon.

"I take it from the huge bulge in your pants that's a yes then" she said playfully with an evil grin.

I smiled and moved in behind her again, lowering my face into her ass. I gently kissed both her ass cheeks and pushed my face against them before sliding my tongue down her ass crack to her waiting pucker. As I slowly traced my tongue across her hole she began moaning. I continued with a series of gentle licks and a slow circular motion.

"Good boy. I always knew you were a dirty bastard. I should have made you do this when we were together. Maybe you would have treated me better then" she said over her shoulder in between groans.

"mmm you do like licking my ass don't you honey? she continued.

" ah-ha" I answered in between licks

"What would your new girlfriend say if she could see you now worshipping and licking my ass? I bet she doesn't let you do this to her?"

"That's it get your tongue right up there you dirty asslicker" she continued as she reached back with one hand and pushed my head into her ass.

I continued my anal assault on her with my tongue for about twenty minutes and all the while Jane continued to give dirty comments and encouragement. Jane then told me that because I had done such a good job worshipping her ass she was mine for the rest of the afternoon. I took her dress off and tied her hands to the top of the bed with a scarf. As I got undressed I told her she had been a bad girl and that she needed to make up for it. 

I climbed on top of her but not letting her spread her legs. I pressed my hard cock and heavy balls against her thighs as I kissed her. I then slowly moved up rubbing my hard member over her breasts and erect nipples finally kneeling beside her head. She looked up at me and opened her mouth, beckoning me to feed my cock in. I slowly slipped my cock into her hot mouth. Jane began sucking slowly taking as much in as she could. My cum filled balls were soon tingling from her attention and all the earlier teasing of licking her ass. I took my cock out and rubbed it over her face making her lick and suck my balls before replacing it.

"You really do like sucking my cock don't you?" I asked.

"mmmmm" Jane answered looking my directly in the eye.

"You really have been a bad girl today. Acting like a hussy with your ass in the air and offering to be my slut for the afternoon. Do you know what happens to bad girls?" I asked teasingly.

"No. What happens to them?" she asked innocently in between sucking.

"They have to beg their lover to cum in their mouth" I stated removing my cock so she could answer.

"Please. Please give me your cum" she said looking up before replacing her lips round my member..

"You'll have to do better than that. Tell me you've been a bad girl and you want me to empty my balls in your mouth"

"I've been such a bad girl. I want to suck your cock until you empty your balls in my mouth" she responded.

With that she began sucking harder and faster all the while moaning as my cock disappeared in and out of her mouth. I could feel her moans in my balls and it wasn't long before I felt the familiar tightening and I began to cum. Jane sensed it but just continued sucking as my cum gushed into her mouth. I even thought she smiled. All the teasing meant there was a big load and even though she tried to swallow, cum dribbled down her cheek onto the pillow.

I soon as I had regained my composure I moved down between her legs. I extended my tongue a licked her clit. Again Jane moaned. I slid my tongue between her sensual lips and tasted the sweet nectar of her pussy. Jane was so wet her pussy was almost dripping. I pushed my tongue in as far as it could go, savouring the honey. I then slid my tongue out and over her asshole before settling in to a steady rhythm of licks and sucks on her clitoris, sliding two fingers inside her pussy at the same time. Not only was Jane close to orgasm but I could also feel the life coming back into my cock. It was long before Jane reached a screamer. She bucked and pushed herself against my face for what seemed an eternity, covering me with her juices. I continued to lick and play with her building her towards another orgasm. Just as she was getting close I stopped.

"mmm don't stop" She begged.

I climbed on top of her spreading her legs. I began to run the tip of my cock on her soaking lips pushing a little of the head in, teasing her. 

"Please just fuck me, please put it in" she begged

"Show me how bad girls get treated. I want to be fucked hard and rough like a slut should be" she continued.

I quickly shoved my cock in to the hilt and began pumping her hard, my balls slapping off her ass cheeks. Jane immediately went into orgasm bucking wildly underneath me, crying out with pleasure. I continued to fuck her hard, reaching round and placing my hands under her ass and pulling her in. Jane came twice more before I pulled out.

"Turn over and get up on all fours you slut" I instructed. 

Jane awkwardly turned over with her hands still being tied. She got on all fours and pushed her ass in the air as before. I moved in behind her and slipped my cock straight up her dripping pussy whilst admiring her hairless ass spread front of me. Grabbing her hips I began fucking her hard again, occasionally administering a slap on her ass. All the while Jane was moaning and pushing her ass towards me wanting more.

"ahhhh that's it fuck me hard, I've been such a bad girl" she cooed

"I want you to cream my pussy, I want to feel your hot cum shooting up inside me" she continued.

As I heard this last statement I felt my balls tighten once again. I cried out and began pumping harder. Jane felt my balls erupting inside her and began to cum too, bucking wildly and then collapsing flat on the bed. I slowly removed my member from her pussy and reached up and untied her. As we lay there in a post orgasmic daze I told her she had really shocked me with her behaviour that day. She simply replied that she had found out that bad girls have a lot more fun. I forgot to take the bike home that day and had to come back another time to collect it, but that's another story.



The Bike Messenger



Chapter 1

It was the end of a busy day and I was pulling out of an underground garage and onto Michigan Ave when I saw it happen. Now, I don't have a lot of sympathy for bicycle messengers since I need to share the road with them but they think they own it, but I had to for her. 

She was sitting on her bike waiting to cross the street when the cab clipped her front tire. The collision spun her around and she fell out into the street. Luckily there was not another car following the cab or she would have been killed. The cab kept going and I quickly jotted the name and number of the cab on the back of my business card and then drove the short distance to where she the accident occurred. She was obviously not injured too badly.

"YOU FUCKIN' ASSHOLE!" she screamed as she flipped her finger at the shrinking back end of the cab.

"Are you OK?" I asked offering my hand to help her up. Her arm was bloody from the road rash she had received and she had apparently bit her lip in the fall since a small amount of blood trickled from her mouth.

"Yeah," she replied. "Did you see that asshole?"

"Sure did," I answered handing her the cab info I had written down. "Here's his information."

"Thanks. I'm gonna sue the bastard," she snarled. Then she turned and looked at her bike.

"SHIT!" she screamed. "Look at my bike."

Actually the bike did not look too bad, but I have ridden bikes long enough to know that the front wheel should not bend at a 90 degree angle.

"I don't think you'll be doing much riding on that," I joked.

"Yeah, well I was finished for the day anyway," she said picking the bike up. "I just need to drag this home and fix it."

"Where's 'home'? Maybe I can give you a lift," I said pointing to my Escalade.

"I live out by Garfield Park. Take the train in and out of Chicago"

"No problem," I replied. "I take the 'Ike' back out of the city. I can drop you off. By the way, I'm Bill Walters"

"Zelda Jean," she said extending her hand, "but my friends call me 'Zeej'."

"Well, Zeej, let's go." With that we loaded the wounded bike in the back of the SUV and the wounded biker in the front and drove off.

While we were driving making small talk I had a good opportunity to check her out. She was the king of girl that I hoped my daughter would not grow up to be. Black eyeliner and lipstick, short (shorter than mine) black spiked hair, four earrings in each ear plus one in her eyebrow and one through the side of her nose. I could tell from the tight fitting jersey that she wore that at least her left nipple was pierced. 

Maybe if I was younger I might have liked her type. If it wasn't for the hair, eyeliner, lipstick and piercing, she was probably an attractive girl. Not more than 20, athletically built but slim, she could have been attractive to someone like me, 25 years her senior. But she was too "punky" for my tastes.

On her arm was the tattoo of a snake. The head of the snake started at her wrist and it circled around her arm and disappeared under her jersey at her shoulder. God only knew where it ended.

"How's the snake?" I asked as she examined the scrapes on her arm.

"Good thing he didn't get damaged. I'd hunt that cabby bastard down and kill him," she laughed, although I didn't think she was joking. 

We continued chatting as we drove along the highway towards her house and eventually reached her place. I pulled the bike out of the back of my Escalade and looked at Zeej.

"Around back," she said and led me along a path to the back of the house. "Up there," she pointed.

Zeej lived on the third floor and the only way up was a narrow outdoor staircase.

"Come on," she said pushing me towards the stairs. "I do it every day."

With a little effort, I carried the bike up the stairs and she led me into the small apartment that she called home. I would call it a clubhouse. Posters of punk groups hung from the walls and racks of CD's and tapes littered the place. 

"Sorry, the maid didn't show up today," she said kicking a path to the living room.

"No problem," I replied. "I had a place like this in college. There were three of us living there..." I turned and realized that I had been talking to myself but in a minute Zeej reappeared in the doorway with a couple of beers.

"Here," she said offering a bottle to me. "This should make up for the stairs. Grab a seat"

"Thanks," I replied and clinked my bottle into hers and sat on the couch.

"Well, how can I thank you for your help?" she asked swigging her beer.

"No thanks necessary. Glad I was there to help you."

Zeej got up and walked over to the couch and stood in front of me.

"I said, 'how can I thank you'?" She looked straight into my eyes as if she knew the answer already. And with that she got on the couch facing me with her knees straddling my legs and planted a hard, deep kiss on my lips. Her tongue probed my mouth and by reflex probed back with mine. Regaining control I broke off and held her back.

"Zeej, what are you doing?" I asked. "I didn't come up here to hit on you. I'm old enough to be your father."

"So what," she answered. "I just want to thank you." She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her jersey and pulled it up and over her head. I had been half right. Her left nipple had been pierced, but so had her right one also. Her two breasts, probably size 32A, had pert little nipples with gold rings through them.

She leaned forward and pushed her lips into mine and sucked on my tongue. Reaching for my hands, she found them and guided them onto her tits and pressed them hard. I couldn't resist grabbing at her tits and feeling the nipples and rings under my hands. My mouth moved away from her lips and down her neck, shoulders and finally to one of her nipples. I licked the nipple and ring and she reacted by pushing my face into her tit.

Zeej reached down and found my belt and loosened it. After opening my pants, she broke away and knelt down in front of me. Her hand stoked the length of my hard cock inside my pants for a few seconds before she reached in and pulled it out. Without hesitation she leaned over and slid it in her mouth.

Slowly at first she sucked my cock but then picked up the pace and pistoned it into her mouth. All I could see is the top of her head, with spiked black hair, bobbing up and down on my pole. With her other hand she was massaging my balls. 

As quickly as she had started Zeej stopped and stood up. She slid her shorts and panties to the floor, kicked them away and climbed back on my lap. Grabbing my cock in her hand, she positioned herself and dropped her wet pussy on to it. Leaning forward, she wrapper her arms around my neck and started wildly humping my cock.

Zeej was like an animal in heat. She was driving my cock into herself and sweating like mad. Her scent, that worked all day smell, was not unpleasant. Rather, it acted like an aphrodisiac on me and aroused me further. It was only a matter of minutes before she let out a soft cry indicating that she was cumming. She stopped rocking on my and I could feel her pussy pulsing and twitching as her orgasm hit her. She grabbed my face and drove her tongue into my mouth.

When her orgasm had released her from its grasp, she slid off and looked at my cock, which stood up straight and wet. She went back to work on it sucking on it and jacking me with her hand. It did not take long before I could feel my balls tighten and my load shoot into her mouth. She continued to pump with her hand as if she was milking every drop of cum out of me and when she had, she lifted her head.

Zeej parted her lips slightly to show me that she still had my load in her mouth and with a smile, swallowed it while I watched. She then leaned over and kissed me deeply again.

"Thanks," she said and she got up and put her shorts and jersey on. I pulled my pants up and turned to her.

"You're welcome. Any time."

"Look," she said back to me, "I appreciate what you did for me. Let's not get all mushy about it. You know where the door is."

"No problem," I said sticking my hand out. "Glad I could help."

She shook my hand and I turned and walked out the door. I figured I would never see her again.

Chapter 2

It had been about one week since I had met Zeej on the street. I had enjoyed our tryst at her place, but it appeared to be a one-time thing and had not heard from her. I did not want to show up at her house since when we parted it seemed like she had "thanked" me enough.

My phone buzzed and I picked it up. My receptionist was on the other end.

"Mr. Walters, there is a package delivery here for you. You need to sign for it personally." she announced.

"Send the delivery guy in, Mary, and I'll take care of it," I replied and went back to my paperwork.

I heard the door open and Mary say, "Mr. Walters will take care of you," and the door shut. I looked up and there stood Zelda Jean. My cock stirred at the sight of her. She was in full "punk" regalia: a black T-shirt that was cut off just below her breasts, black cargo pants hanging on her hips exposing the top of a black thong, black makeup and several piercings.

"Zeej," I said, surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?"

"I have a delivery for you," she replied and walked across the office to my desk.

"Well, it's nice of you to deliver it personally," I said to her. "What do you have?"

She walked over to my side and took her messenger bag off her shoulder and laid it on the floor. 

"These," she said and she pulled off her T-shirt and exposed her small, tight tits.

"Zeej, we can't do this here," I said getting up, but she pushed me back into my chair.

"Why not?" she asked as she wriggled out of her pants. My cock hardened quickly as I gazed on her standing in front of me wearing nothing but thong that consisted of a couple of small pieces of cloth sewn together.

I stood up again. "I work here. I don't think my boss would appreciate me fucking girls in my office"

"Tough shit," she replied and pulled me close and pressed her lips against mine. She had that smell that I liked the day we met. I let my lips trace down to her neck and shoulder where I could taste the salty residue of her sweat. Looking down, I reached for the rings hanging from her nipples and tugged them gently.

"You remembered," she gasped as a twinge of pain ran through her tits. "Harder."

I tugged again this time holding the rings out away from her body and grotesquely stretching her nipples. I watched her expression as she winced in pain but refused to ask me to stop. When I did stop, she grabbed me around the neck are kissed me long and hard.

"Are you going to fuck me?" she asked.

Without answering I turned her around, bent her over my desk and quickly dropped my pants. Pulling her thong to one side, I slid my cock up to her pussy and thrust it in from behind her.

"Arggg..." she groaned as I buried myself deep into her pussy. She had been in my office for only a few minutes but her pussy was dripping with her juices and I easily slid in and out of her. My thighs slapped against her firm legs harder and harder as the pace quickened. She had reached underneath herself and was massaging her clit and I could feel her pussy tighten.

She cried softly as her orgasm pounded through her but I continued relentlessly. For another five minutes I rammed my cock while she played with herself. When she tightened up again and started to orgasm, my shaft exploded and I emptied my load into her.

I lay on her back for a minute while my cock slowly softened. I wanted to enjoy this since I don't get laid at work everyday. OK, I never get laid at work. I guess the picture of Zeej and me would tell you why. Here is a 20 year old, at the most, lying face down on my desk. Here I am, a 45-year-old marketing executive, with my pants around my ankles and my cock buried in this punk-bike chick's pussy. No, this doesn't happen everyday to me.

I slowly got up and pulled my pants up. Zeej turned over, sat up on the desk and spread her legs. 

"Want to clean me up?" she asked. How could I resist? Her pussy glistened with my cum and her juices and I dropped to my knees in front of her and slipped my tongue into her. She smiled as I licked her clean.

"That's enough," she said pushing me away getting dressed.

"So how did you find me?" I asked her as she slung her bag over her shoulder.

Zeej held up my business card that I had given her on the day of the accident.

"Oh, I forgot."

"I didn't," she replied. Then she grabbed a piece of paper off my desk and wrote down a number. "Call me," she said, and she handed it to me and walked out the door.

I knew I would never call her. Would I?

Chapter 3

It had been three days since Zeej had visited me at my office and I sat there unfolding and folding the piece of paper with her phone number on it. I had retrieved it out of the trash twice, not knowing why I had thrown it away, but also not knowing why I pulled it back out.

Zeej was a walk on the wild side for me. She was a young, punk-style chick with a tight body and I was a middle-aged executive in a three-piece suit. Maybe I was a walk on the wild side for her, but I doubted it. Zeej impressed me as the type that had sex for fun and I was part of the fun. If I had not been in that day, she would have fucked my boss, the janitor or even Mary. She didn't like me, she just used me.

But her scent, her smell and touch came back to me. 

I picked up the phone and started to call her number but before the first ring hung it back up. I folded her number, tossed it in the trash and got up to leave stopping only to pull the number out of the trash once again and toss it into my desk drawer.

"You never know," I thought to myself.

I took the elevator down to the garage below the building and headed to where my car was parked. There, sitting on top of the hood of my Escalade, was Zeej. She looked great. Still punky, but great. She had on a black halter-top, black skirt that hung loosely off of her hips and black makeup. Were those black combat boots? Black... always black. 

"You never called," she said with an attitude.

"Zeej, what do you want?" I asked. "Where do you think this is going to go?"

She slid off the hood, not doing any favor to my paint job, and walked over to me.

"Are you too good for me?" she asked annoyed. "Are you TOO FUCKIN' GOOD FOR ME?"

Her voice echoed through the garage. I grabbed her arm, unlocked car and threw her in the back seat and climbed in after her.

"What is the matter with you?" I asked her. "What are you trying to do?"

"I just want to see you, that's all," she said in a somewhat calmer voice.

"See me?" I asked incredulously. "See me? We've only seen each other twice and we fucked both times."

"So?"

"So, don't you think you would be happier fucking someone your age?"

I had no idea why that came out of my mouth. I sounded like Dr. Ruth or someone like that. "Now deary, don't you think it would be better to play with kids your own age?" Here was a girl who wanted to have sex with me, was damn good at it and I was pushing her away.

Zeej just stared at me. I knew that couldn't be a tear in her eye. She was a tough chick and a tear would never fall from her eye.

"Look, Zeej," I continued, "you're a nice kid and all but what do you see in me?"

She was looking deep into my eyes and I sensed she was ready to turn and climb out of the car. I was hoping she would. I was hoping she wouldn't. I didn't know what I hoped for.

Zeej was less ambiguous. She lifted her leg over my legs, sat on my lap facing me, grabbed the sides of my head and pulled my mouth to hers. Our tongues met twisting and dancing inside her mouth. She was leaning forward now, my head was pushed up against the headrest, kissing me hard and long. All the while, she was driving herself into my lap.

She broke off the kiss, reached down and unbuckled my pants freeing my cock in the process. She squeezed it hard and pre-cum squirted from the top. With her finger she scooped up a drop, lifted it to her mouth and slipped it in her mouth seductively. Her eyes never left mine.

Pulling up her skirt, she lifted herself onto my cock and dropped hard onto it. It slid into her comfortably and an expression of satisfaction spread across her face. Grabbing the headrest behind me, Zeej started lifting and dropping, driving my cock in and out of her pussy.

"Oh... fuck... yeah," she moaned as she rode me hard. She clenched her muscles on the up stroke and it felt like she was trying to pull my cock off my body. She was bending at her hips angling my cock into her to get the most satisfaction for herself. 

Zeej continued controlling her movements with me along for the ride. The interior of the car was heating up and sweat was rolling off her face as she rode me like a bronco. Her scent hit me and I couldn't take anymore and my cock exploded inside her.

"Shit, not yet," she said pounding faster on me. 

My cock had finished its spasms and was super sensitive but Zeej continued bouncing on it. I grimaced as my pleasure turned to pain and I grabbed her hips to try to get her to stop but she knocked my hands aside. She reached down and started to stroke herself and within seconds her orgasm her like a punch. She gave out a high-pitch wail and collapsed on me, her vaginal muscles twitching around my cock.

Her head rested on my shoulder and I held her tightly hoping she would not move. For one reason, the sensitivity in my cock had not subsided. But more importantly, she felt good and smelled good pressing tightly against my body. There was something between us. I knew it for sure; well I thought it for sure. Zeej, on the other hand, didn't. She flipped over and sat next to me.

"Got a handkerchief or something?" she asked. I reached down to my pants, which were around my ankles, pulled out a handkerchief and handed it too her. She reached between her legs and dabbed at my cum leaking from between her legs.

"Thanks," she said tossing it back to me as she opened the door and jumped out. "Later."

And she walked away leaving me sitting in the car wondering what had hit me, and whether it would hit me again.

Chapter 4

I had not seen her. I had not called her. But in my mind I saw her and talked to her everyday. She had not shown up at my office and whenever I was out on the street I looked for her on her bike. There were plenty of bike messengers, but none like Zeej.

Maybe she was out of business. Her bike was in bad shape after the accident, but doesn't she have a spare? After all, it is her business. You can't pay the bills if you aren't working. Maybe that was it. He didn't remember seeing her bike in the garage the other day. That had to be it. She had no wheels. 

I grabbed the yellow pages and looked up "Bicycles" and found there was only one store in the downtown area. I guess not many executives ride their bikes downtown. After work, I'd headed over there and check out some bikes. The place was wall-to-wall bikes and a rather pleasant, non-messenger type of guy greeted me.

"I was wondering if you could help me with something," I started off with. "Do you do a lot of work with bike messengers in this area?"

"Yeah, a few," he replied.

"Would you happen to know a girl by the name of Zelda Jean?" I asked. "They call her Zeej."

The salesman eyed me suspiciously.

"You a cop?" he asked. I guess a guy in a suit asking about Zeej would make anyone suspicious.

"No, I witnessed an accident she had and I haven't seen her on the street in a while," I lied. 

"Yeah, she wrecked her bike. She needed a new wheel but I didn't have one in stock and needed to order one for her. She rides one of these." He walked over to a bike hanging from a rack. "It's a Sirrus Elite."

I walked over to the bike and looked at it, not knowing what made a bike elite or not elite. I turned the price tag over.




The Bike Messenger



"$900? For a bike?" I turned to the salesman. "My first Schwinn cost $19."

The salesman just rolled his eyes. I guess he had heard that line a million times.

"So, Zeej is out of work until she gets her wheel from you?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess so."

I reached for my wallet and pulled out a credit card. "I'll take this one. You sure it's the one she rides?"

"Absolutely."

"OK," I said handing the card to him. "Let's get it in my car."

I was pretty proud of myself. The though crossed my mind to stop and get a little bow for the bike, but Zeej was not the bow type. Well, maybe a black bow. Boy, was I going to surprise her. 

Cruising her neighborhood I finally found her house and parked in the front. I remembered the stairs and thought that maybe I should being her out to look at it rather than carry it up there alone. No, I thought, I'll surprise her up there.

I pulled the bike out of the back of the Escalade and started around back to the "stairs of death". Grabbing the bike and hoisting it up, I started up slowly so as not to bang it around. No sense delivering a damaged gift. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, I reached the top and found the door open. That was a good sign since it did not occur to me before climbing the stairs with the bike on my back that she might not be home. I peered into the kitchen. It was empty and quiet. I rolled the bike in and stopped when I heard a moan from the next room.

OK, now what? I could walk in there, find Zeej with someone else and look like a fool. Maybe she's alone. Maybe she's watching a movie. I hadn't come all this way to turn around so I moved towards the sound. I peered around the corner.

It wasn't Zeej. Sitting on the couch was young lady, about early 20's, watching the television. She looked completely out of place in Zeej's apartment. Blond, designer jeans, conservative blouse, no extraneous piercings. She was the antithesis of Zeej.

"Who are you," she said startled at my appearance.

"I'm Bill Walters," I replied. "I'm looking for Zeej."

"Why?" She didn't look annoyed but she seemed embarrassed. Maybe it was the movie she was watching. It was showing two women making love to each other, wrapped in a 69 position.

"Interesting," I said as I watched the action on the TV.

"Why do you want to see Zelda Jean," the blond asked again.

" I brought her something," I replied looking back at her. "A bike. She had an accident and needs something to ride. Who are you, may I ask?"

"Diane," she replied.

"I like your taste in TV, Diane," I said looking back at the screen. I watched the action on the TV and felt my cock hardening. "You get off watching this stuff?"

Her eyes were fixed on the TV and she either couldn't or didn't want to respond. I walked over to the couch and sat next to her.

"Do you like that?" I asked again. "Do you like watching two women eat each others' cunts?"

"You guys are all the same. Vulgar," she said turning to me. "'Pussy' is so much nicer." She turned back to the TV and stared. I wasn't sure whether she meant that she liked pussy over cock or that she preferred one word over the other. 

"My apologies," I said assuming she meant the later and accepting the correction as graciously as I could.

She nodded. No words, just a fixation on what was unraveling in front of her.

I don't know what came over me, other than male pattern lust, but I reached out and ran my hand along her leg. She looked down, acknowledging that I was touching her, but did not move to stop me. I continued moving my hand along her leg as she watched the two women on the screen probe each other with their tongues and fingers.

Diane continued to watch as I moved my hand further up her leg getting closer to the top and wondering whether I should go further. Who was this girl? Why was she waiting for Zeej and where was she? I was ready to rein in the horses when she reached out, took my hand in hers and planted it squarely between her legs. I pushed gently and her eyes closed at the touch. I knew I couldn't back away.

I rubbed her slowly through Diane's jeans and she closed her legs on my hand. When she opened them, I rubbed harder and faster causing her to close them again. While she had my hand trapped, she unbuttoned the front of the jeans, took my hand and slid them down into her crotch. I could feel her pubic hair and below it a patch of soft wet skin inviting me to explore further. I curled my finger and slid it into her wet pussy causing her to moan softly.

Diane grabbed my hand and started controlling the movement, gyrating her hips and squeezing her thighs together. Her eyes were shut tight and her breathing was ragged and punctuated by grunts. She almost looked like she was loosing control when she gripped my hand with hers and pushed it as far into her pussy as she could. This was followed by a pulsing, throbbing sensation in her vagina as her orgasm consumed her.

"Well, isn't this a sight." 

I heard the voice and it didn't come from Diane. I peered over my shoulder and there stood Zeej. God, she was beautiful. Black leather low-slung pants and a black strap T-shirt with her nipples, aroused from watching Diane, poking hard against the fabric of her T-shirt. Black, black and more black. Why did she look so beautiful to me? 

I tried to assess her mood. Angry? Upset? Aroused? Pleased? She was like a good poker player keeping her emotions close to her vest.

Diane scrambled to pull my hand out of her jeans and button up.

"Zelda Jean, I'm sorry." Diane was trying to get the words out without success. "I... I..."

"You what?" Zeej replied, still without showing her emotion. "You just decided to cheat on me with a stranger?"

Diane was cheating on Zeej? Now it made sense. Diane in Zeej's apartment. The movie and how it affected Diane.

"And YOU," Zeej continued. "What are you doing here?"

"I brought something for you," I replied. It sounded weak, especially for someone caught with his hand in the cookie jar, so to speak. I got up and walked over to where she was standing.

Zeej reached down, lifted my hand to her face and smelled it. Then, looking back over at Diane, she slipped my fingers into her mouth and sucked Diane's juices from them. Diane lowered her head like a puppy caught chewing its master's shoe. When she finished licking my fingers she dropped my hand and stepped back.

"Thanks for the bike," she said still staring at Diane. "Now get out. Diane and I have something to do."

I started for the door stopping long enough to turn and see Diane opening Zeej's jeans and softly kissing the bare skin below her belly while Zeej stroked her hair. They were far more compatible than Zeej and I would ever be. 

The next day at the office I tore up her number and got my ear pierced, but I was still way out of my league.

Chapter 5

"Bill, new haircut?"

"Bill, new suit?"

"Hey Bill, did you get a raise?"

You would think I was taking Viagra or something. Everyone thought there was something different about me. Sure, I had an earring, but most people assumed I had it before and they never noticed. Hell, most everyone at the office had earrings. No, it was something else.

I had left, OK, been thrown out of Zeej's apartment after masturbating her lover while watching a porn movie. I missed Zeej, my "walk on the wild side", but I had not given up. The next night I had gone back to the apartment and sat outside for an hour until I saw Diane walking down the sidewalk.

"Got a minute for me?" he asker her. She looked nervous, glancing up at the third floor apartment, but agreed to climb into my car.

"I didn't get you in trouble last night, did I?" I asked. I was genuinely concerned although it did not look like Zeej was going to do anything drastic when I left. Rather, it looked like Zeej and Diane were going to pick up where I left off.

"No," Diane told me. "She wasn't happy but she got over it."

"I like Zeej," I confessed. "I don't know why. If you lined five women in a row, each dressed differently and put Zeej in with them, I would never pick her for a date, never mind a roll in the hay."

"What are you talking about?" Diane asked incredulously. "You've fucked her three times."

"That's what I mean," I tried to explain. "I love making it with her but..." I left the words hang in the air. "So, why do you like her?"

"I guess it's a long story," she said starting to explain but thinking the better of it. "Let's just say that I do and leave it at that."

"But you didn't mind having my hand down your pants rubbing your cunt, sorry, pussy," I said catching myself before drawing her ire.

"I... It wasn't..." She seemed to be trying to say something but couldn't or wouldn't. We sat there for a minute and then it dawned on me.

"Zeej knew it was happening, didn't she?" I asked. "She followed me in and watched us start and let us go all the way."

Diane lowered her head. I knew it. Diane was Zeej's plaything and she let me play with it for a while. Maybe because Zeej wasn't in the mood. Or maybe it turned her on.

"Look, I know you need to go," I said to Diane. "Can you give me your email address? That way I can contact you sort of confidentially." I was really hoping Diane would.

"Don't ever call me here," she said as she pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket and jotted down her email address. I gave her mine and with that, she got out of the car and went inside. I watched as she walked away. Diane was a good-looking kid... nice shape, pretty face, and conservative dresser. What did she see in Zeej? What did Zeej see in her? What did Zeej see in me? I couldn't figure it out.

The next day dragged. I thought about Zeej and our encounters. She certainly seemed to know what she wanted. She took control of situations, got what she wanted and then sent you on your way. That was what disturbed me the most. No holding or cuddling in post-coital bliss like most women want. Not Zeej. She got what she wanted and moved on without the emotional strings. 

But why did that disturb me? Zeej was not the type of girl I would bring home to mother (assuming mother was still alive). She was a pincushion of piercings, dressed most of the time in black and would scare most men she met on the street. But if you shut the lights out and relied on your sense of touch and smell, Zeej would drive you crazy. She had a tight body with small but perky tits, firm legs and butt and smelled great. 

I thought about Diane, a pretty blond who also had a nice figure, larger tits and a round ass. Why didn't she affect me the way Zeej did? Any man would love to be with Diane. I enjoyed my brief encounter with her, but thinking of it did not give me a hard on like the ones I got thinking about Zeej.

I left work at my usual time and headed down Michigan Avenue when a voice broke into my thoughts.

"Hey"

I turned to look out the driver's side window and there was Zeej on her bike holding on to the side of my car being pulled along through traffic.

"Hey yourself," I replied.

"GET OFF THE FUCKIN' STREET," a motorist screamed as he passed from the opposite direction.

"FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE," Zeej yelled back at the irate driver, then turning back to me said calmly "Got a minute?"

I was concerned for her safety so I told her to let go of the car and pulled over out of traffic. I got out of the car as she pulled up on the bike.

"Like the bike?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," was her response. I guess the thank-you the other night was all I would get for my $900. But she surprised me when she leaned over and pressed her lips into mine. Her mouth tasted sweet as her tongue darted and poked into mine. I could smell her scent and, like Pavlov's dogs, my cock started to harden. She pressed her body hard against mine and sucked on my tongue.

"Get in the car," she whispered. She locked her bike to a parking meter and we got in the front seat of my car. She grabbed my hand. "Do me like you did Diane."

I looked around outside the car. The sidewalk was busy, but not crowded. My car has tinted windows so it would be difficult, but not impossible, to see what was happening inside the car. I don't think it was even a consideration for Zeej. She was already opening her pants and in seconds she was stuffing my hand into them.

My hand slipped over her coarse pubic hair and found her opening wet and hot. She sighed as my finger slowly slid up and down the opening searching for her clit. When she gasped I knew I had found it. I started a slow, gentle stroking motion and she leaned back and closed her eyes. It was quiet in the car and the only movement was my hand buried in her pants. I watched her face and except for her breathing, which was slow and steady, she did not move.

Gradually her breathing became more labored and ragged. I continued stroking at a slow pace but she grabbed my hand and started moving it faster. I saw that her sensitivity was increasing as she twitched when my fingers hit the right spot. My hand was moving faster now paced by Zeej who had both of her hands on mine. She was, in essence, masturbating herself with my hand.

The world was walking by my car and I couldn't care less. They did not know what was going on and I didn't care if they did. Zeej was next to me getting off with my hand and that is all I cared about.

"OH, FUCK!" she screamed and suddenly she closed her thighs on my hand. I could feel her muscles contracting as her orgasm exploded inside her. Zeej rode my hand long and hard until the spasms in her pussy subsided and finally opened her eyes. She slipped her hand in her pants and cupped her hand over mine. As she pulled them both out she curled the fingers so they scooped her juices. Bringing my hand to her mouth, she sucked on each finger and licking it clean. 

She hadn't looked at me since this started and now only stared out the front of the car as she slid her fingers in and out of my mouth. I turned to look where she was looking and froze. In front of my car was a parking cop. She was standing there staring back into the car at Zeej holding her ticket book with a half written ticket in it in her hand. I looked back at Zeej and she had absolutely no emotion on her face.

Zeej dropped my hand and fixed her pants, never taking her eyes off the woman standing in front of the car. "9:00 tonight, my apartment," was all she said and she opened the car door and got out, never taking her eyes off the parking cop. She walked over to the woman in blue and held up her hand and I watched in amazement as the woman first smelled and then licked Zeej's fingers. 

Zeej turned, unlocked her bike and rode off leaving both me and the cop staring at her. Her ability to mesmerize people astounded me.

Chapter 6

Once again, I had been a victim of a hit and run. Even stranger, a cop had witnessed it. What drove Zeej not only to want to have sex with me, but to also not care that a cop watched? And where did she get the balls to walk up to the cop after and have her lick Zeej's juices off her fingers. Was Zeej that good of a judge of character? Well, she sure knew me. 

"9:00 at my place tonight." 

"9:00 at my place tonight." 

"9:00 at my place tonight." 

The words kept ringing in my head. That's all Zeej said when she left me. Not "Do you want to..." Not "Can you..." If my daughter had said something like that to me I would have responded with an "Excuse me, young lady."

But not with Zeej. I felt honored that she allowed me to masturbate her to orgasm in front of the cop and anyone else that happened to walk by my car. And her wish was my command.

I got home and showered. The thought crossed my mind to do a little masturbation myself, but I thought better of it. Zeej was a young colt that would like to be ridden long and hard and a guy pushing 50 needs all he can to keep up with someone like that.

No, no fun in the shower tonight. I dried off, dressed and sat down to read my email. I was disappointed that there was no email from Diane. I thought it would be nice to chat with her, but maybe she would send one later. For the rest of the evening I kept checking my watch and at 8:45 headed for Zeej's apartment. I had no idea what I was headed for. My gut feel was it would involve a lot of pleasure for Zeej and maybe some for me. I was not sure whether Diane would be there and, if she was, where she would fit in.

When I pulled up in front of Zeej's apartment my heart was racing. I don't know why but it was. I got out of the car and walked around to the back of house and started up the stairs. About half way up I stopped as my common sense started to rear its ugly head. What was I doing? Why did Zeej, someone I had little to nothing in common with and wouldn't choose for a date, attract me? I was like a skydiver who knew what he was doing could be dangerous but got a thrill out of it anyway.

"Are you coming up or not?"

Zeej's voice snapped me back to reality.

"Hi," I said back to her. She just stood there in the dark at the door waiting for me to either turn and run or go inside. Like a moth to a flame I walked towards her and followed her inside. I looked around and saw candles lit throughout the apartment.

"Power out?" 

Zeej was at the counter pouring a couple of drinks and did not answer. OK, I knew the candles couldn't be to set a romantic mood. "Romantic" and "Zeej" never crossed my mind in the same thought. Maybe it was to set some other mood. Satanic sacrifice? Great. I could see the headlines the next day. 

"Punk Chick Sacrifices Marketing Executive in Candlelight Ritual."

Zeej handled me one of the glasses and she took the other and downed it quickly. I took a sip. Whisky, straight. I was taking another sip while Zeej poured a second glass for herself and walked over to the table. The three candles on the table gave me my first good look at her.

Her short, black hair blended into the darkness of the room. So did her clothes, which appeared to be a long sleeve black top and tight black jeans. The candles gave the skin on her face, hands and belly a soft glow. Despite the glimmering of light off the rings on her eyebrow, nose and ears, Zeej looked quite pretty standing there. 

"I have something to show you," she said, and she took my hand and led me into her bedroom. Candles were glowing around the entire room and the light shown on a figure on Zeej's bed. It was Diane, just sitting there with arms wrapped around her legs, which were pulled to her chest. She was clearly naked but covering herself so nothing showed.

"Hi Diane," I said to her. She made a slight wave with her hand acknowledging that I had spoken to her but did not respond.

"Not her," Zeej said. "Sit down."

I sat in a chair and Zeej walked over and stood in front of me. She slowly unbuttoned her jeans and let them slide down to the floor. To my surprise she was wearing something other than black for under the jeans. She had on a red thong.

"Very nice," I said complimenting her on her choice of underwear.

"Shut up," she replied and she lowered the thong to reveal her pussy which was clean-shaven and smooth.

"Very nice," I said again thinking that was what Zeej wanted to show me. Wrong again.

"Look closer."

Not that I needed a reason to put my face closer to Zeej I nevertheless obeyed and moved my face closer to her. There in the candlelight I could see the sparkle of a diamond stud. She had pierced her clitoris. OK, maybe there weren't many places left on her body to pierce, but her clit?

"Take a good look at it," she said putting her hands on the back of my head and pulling me closer. I allowed my head to move forward until my lips met her puffy outer lips. Zeej lifted her foot and rested it on the arm of the chair giving me a better "view." I leaned forward and slipped my tongue between her legs and flicked at the diamond. Zeej's reaction was to crush my face onto her pelvis.




The Bike Messenger



Diane, who had been watching from the bed, got up and stood behind Zeej. She pulled Zeej's top over her head, tossed it aside and embraced her from the back. Her tits pressed against Zeej's back and she ground her pussy into Zeej's ass. Her hands wandered over Zeej's body as my tongue lapped at her clit. Diane reached around and found Zeej's small, tight tits and stoked them lingering on the nipples. Then she grabbed the two nipple rings Zeej was wearing and tugged on them.

Zeej jumped and pulled my face hard into her pussy. My tongue was inside her now and she was humping against it pleasuring herself. The harder Diane pulled at Zeej's nipples, the harder Zeej drover herself against my mouth. I reached between Zeej's legs and started rubbing her pussy which was soaked with her juices. When I slid my hand up to her ass to caress it also, it ended up stroking Diane's pussy.

Zeej felt my hand go between her legs and, feeling nothing else, correctly assumed that I was playing with Diane at the same time. She reached down, grabbed my hair and jerked my head back.

"She's not yours to play with," she said sternly followed by "Drop your pants."

I did as I was told and sat there with my cock standing straight up. Zeej turned away from me and towards Diane, straddled my legs and dropped herself onto me. Immediately she started riding my cock moaning each time she pushed my shaft deep inside herself. Her moans grew loader as Diane pulled harshly at the nipple rings which extended Zeej's tits out away from her body. For her efforts, Diane was rewarded with Zeej's fingers inserted into her own pussy.

Zeej must have been good at pleasuring Diane for in only a few minutes Diane started to shake as her orgasm hit her. She grabbed Zeej's hand and pushed it hard into her pussy trying to continue the waves of pleasure taking her. The sight was too much for me and I started to groan as my cock shot its load into Zeej.

"SHIT, NO, NOT YET," Zeej pleaded as my cock finished spurting and started to soften. "SHIT."

She jumped off my lap and led Diane to the bed, my cum and her juices dripping from her pussy. Diane seemed to know what to do, spreading Zeej's legs wide as soon as she got on the bed and started sucking on Zeej's diamond studded clit. Zeej had Diane's head in her hands and was pulling her hard against her pussy forcing her to pleasure her. Diane didn't seem to mind and let her hands wander back up to Zeej's tits to tug sadistically at the rings. Once she did, Zeej started to cum.

"YES, DIANE. YES, DIANE. YESSSSSSS..." she screamed as her body shook on the bed as she her orgasm racked her body with pleasure. Her muscled contracted quickly and her juice and my cum squirted from her pussy. Diane kept licking at it until the waves of pleasure subsided. 

Zeej pulled Diane up so that her head rested on Zeej's chest. Diane's tongue lightly licked Zeej's nipple and her hand massaged Zeej's pussy.

"Blow out the candles and leave," was all Zeej said.

I did as I was told.

Chapter 7

The picture of Zeej and Diane lying in bed stuck in my mind as I drove home that evening. Zeej definitely preferred Diane's company, so why was she so interested in my cock? I had come to terms with our differences, but what about the differences between her and Diane?

Diane was about as vanilla as they come... conservative dresser (well, at least not all black like Zeej), pretty, not demanding. What did she see in Zeej? What was the attraction? I asked the same thing to myself and only had one answer...SEX.

When I got home I checked my email again and there was nothing from Diane. Maybe she was afraid of Zeej seeing her correspond with me. She could always get a Yahoo mailbox, which was anonymous, but maybe she hadn't thought of that. Whatever, I thought to myself, but it would be nice to see what makes Diane tick, especially since I could not figure out what made Zeej tick.

The next few days were uneventful. No contact with Zeej, nothing from Diane. I was daydreaming of Zeej when my phone rang.

"Good morning, this is Bill Walters."

Silence

"Good morning, this is Bill Walters." Maybe they didn't hear me the first time.

Silence

"Anyone there?" I was about to put the phone down when I heard her voice.

"Bill?"

It was Diane. This was something I didn't expect.

"Diane? Everything OK?"

"Yes," she replied. "I thought I would give you a call. Can you come over tonight?"

The request was odd. Unless Zeej had something planned for us Diane would never have invited me over.

"Diane, I don't think that would be a good idea," I explained. "Zeej wouldn't be happy seeing us together."

"She's out tonight," Diane replied. "She won't be home until late."

I had to think about it. OK, no I didn't. There was nothing but animal attraction between Zeej and me and if Diane is inviting me over, then any friction that would cause would be between her and Zeej.

"What time?"

"How about 8:00?" Diane answered.

"See you then."

Why did I have a pang of guilt all day? I was thinking with my dick, that's why. I wanted to get laid and Diane seemed to be a willing partner. When Zeej wanted to get laid, she called me, right? Yeah, I thought to myself, that's how I'll justify it.

A little before 8:00 I headed to Zeej's apartment. I figured I could spend a few hours there, fuck Diane a few times (without rudely being told to leave afterwards) and get out without Zeej being any wiser about it. I pulled up, went around back and climbed the stairs. After a short wait at the door, Diane appeared and let me in.

"Can you sit down for a minute?" she asked. I did and she pulled a beer out of the refrigerator. She handed me the beer and sat across the table from me.

"You can't tell anyone about this," she started. "This is between you and me."

"I'll never tell Zeej," I reassured her.

"You can't tell ANYONE," she emphasized. "You see, I'm married."

"I didn't realize this state recognized same sex marriages," I said to her. OK, I had worked all day and had a lot on my mind.

"Married? You're married? In, like, to a guy?"

"Yes," Diane replied.

"Well, what's between you and Zeej?" I asked hoping she could clear up my confusion.

"It's complicated," Diane answered. "I need Zelda Jean. Don't ask me how or why. It's an arrangement of sorts."

"Does your husband know?"

"No, he travels a lot," Diane explained. "Plus, he has plenty of 'diversions' if you know what I mean."

Diane got up and taking my hand led me to the bedroom. Without a word, knelt in front of me and ran her hand over my crotch. She could feel the outline of my cock which started to grow at her touch. When she could feel it straining against the front of my pants, she opened them and let it spring out.

She immediately slipped the cockhead into her mouth and started licking the pre-cum oozing from the slit. Her head was not moving but her tongue was creating a storm in her mouth. After a few minutes, she let the cock sensuously slide in further and further until the head lodged in her throat. Then, just as sensuously, let the cock slide back out. Her mouth was warm and inviting and I started pumping my hips and sliding my cock in and out of her mouth. Diane grabbed my legs and held on while my drives build to a steady rhythm.

I didn't want to cum so quickly so I let my cock fall from her mouth. "Let's get undressed," I suggested.

I watched her as she took her clothes off in front of me. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, then unzipped her slacks and slipped them from her hips. Under her clothes she wore a matching bra and panties in blue satin. She headed for the bed but I stopped her.

"Take everything off," I told her.

With an air of embarrassment, Diane slowly removed her bra and panties and stood naked in front of me. I had finished undressing and I walked over to her. She reached down, took hold of my cock and stoked it gently before leading me to the bed. I lay on top of her and kissed her gently at first, but then let my passion take over and kissed her hard. She opened her mouth and let my tongue slide past her lips and twist with hers. 

My hands were wandering, exploring every inch of Diane's body. She had a nice body, curved where it should be curved, full where it should be full. My hands cupped her breasts, slightly larger than Zeej's and without nipple rings. Her nipples responded to my touch, hardening and pointing up from her chest.

Diane's hands were cupping my ass and pulling me towards her as if she wanted me to penetrate her. I needed no coaxing. Positioning my cock at her opening, I pushed forward and sank my cock deep into her pussy. She moaned as she felt every bump, vein and ridge on my cock slide into her. Her pussy was hot and wet, but surprisingly not as tight as Zeej's. Maybe her husband had a big cock I guessed.

I started pumping hard into Diane. There was no reason to hold back. We had plenty of time to have another go or two and I was going to take advantage of the situation. I reached down and put my arms under Diane's legs and pulled them up so that her knees were pinned to her chest. With a clear shot at her, I started ramming my cock hard into her pussy. 

Diane was passive the entire time. She occasionally grunted as I pushed my cock into her, but otherwise she lay there and took it with her eyes closed and her hands holding her legs up and apart. 

Finally I felt my balls tighten and my cock exploded inside her shooting my cum into her pussy. I continued to pump and the room was filled with the slurping sound of my cock splashing in my cum dripping from her.

I pushed off her and sat back on my haunches. Diane did not move. She was lying there with her legs in the air, her pussy fully exposed and my cum was oozing from her. I leaned forward and let my tongue slip into her pussy tasting the cum I had just shot into her. I parted her lips and started sucking on her with more passion, cleaning her deep pussy of my cum. When I had it all, I concentrated on her clit.

"Wait a minute," she said and reached over to the table next to the bed. When she leaned back, in her hand she had two small clamps attached with a gold chain.

"Put these on my nipples," she said to me.

I looked at the clamps. These were not costume clamps. The teeth were serrated and sharp and their hinges were strong.

"Are you sure? I asked her.

"Yes, Zeej uses them on me all the time," she replied.

I took the first one from Diane and placed it over her nipple. As I released it I watched the teeth bite into the tender skin of Diane's nipple and she winced in pain.

"Do the other one," she said gritting her teeth.

I placed the second clamp on her other nipple and she winced again. 

"Pull on the chain while you eat my pussy," she told me.

I lowered my head, again began licking her clit and reached up and took the chain in my hand. I gave it a light tug and she reacted only by taking my hand in hers and tugging hard on the chair. She gave out a long low groan, grabbed the back of my head and pushed me hard into her pussy.

I tugged on the chain again and she cried softly from the pain, but also started humping my face. Her juices were streaming out of her pussy and she was now almost out of control. I was pulling at her nipples and not letting up and she was jumping wildly on the bed when she came. Her muscles twitched and convulsed and her juices and my cum squirted from her pussy. I lapped at her with passion which prolonged her orgasm until she was exhausted.

I pulled myself up next to her and lay there. She was fingering her nipples. 

Diane was even more complex than Zeej.

Chapter 8

Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night and was not sure where you were? That was my problem. As the haze of sleep lifted, I could hear noises coming from the other room. I lived alone so I figured I wasn't home and then I remembered. I was at Zeej's apartment, in her bed, with Diane. 

SHIT. I could see the clock next to the bed and it was 1:08 a.m. Diane said Zeej would be out late, but this was pushing it somewhat. I turned to get up but could not move my arms.

"What the hell..." I said aloud. I was handcuffed to the bed. 

"Diane, this isn't funny," I called into the other room. "We need to get out of here before Zeej gets back. Diane?"

There was no answer. 

"Come on, Diane, we got to go." I felt relieved when I saw her shadow coming down the hall. "Come on, we had our fun and now it's time to leave."

"I didn't have any fun," the shadow replied. It wasn't Diane's voice. Zeej stood in the doorway of the bedroom looking at me.

"I guess you had fun, but I didn't. You spent the night fucking Diane, didn't you?"

I had no answer for her. This was one instance where the truth would not set me free. 

"I told you she was not yours to play with," Zeej said as she walked into the room. For someone as volatile as Zeej, she was way to calm and it was scary.

"Where is she?" I asked concerned that she may be handcuffed in another room.

"I guess she left you here to fend for yourself," Zeej answered.

She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed next to me. I could see something in her eyes. It was a coldness, a hurt, something that was there because of what I had done. 

"Look, Zeej," I tried to explain, "you and I have a physical thing going on here and I don't want to get in the middle of your relationship with Diane."

"You're already in the middle of it," Zeej replied. Any other time she would have screamed that sentence at me. But tonight there was an eerie calmness to her. She slowly pulled the sheet back off me, reached over and started stroking my cock.

"God," I thought to myself, "I hope she doesn't have a knife."

"Did you use this on her?" she asked. Her hands were cupping my balls and I knew any answer would be the wrong answer. She squeezed anyway and I winced at the paid.

"Was she as good as me?"

Again, no answer was the right answer.

"Do you have anything left for me?"

Truthfully, I didn't. Diane and I had done it three times that night and I was spent. But Zeej's hand stroking up and down my shaft had started to get me hard.

"Let's see what you can do," she said and she got up off the bed. She slowly unbuttoned the leather vest that she was wearing but did not take it off. Instead, she put her hands on her tits and started rubbing them.

"Don't you wish you could do this?" she asked, not really expecting an answer. She looped her fingers through the nipple rings and gave them a tug. She sighed at the pleasure it gave her.

She lowered her hands to the front of her leather pants and slowly started rubbing herself with one hand as the other unbuttoned her pants. Once they were open, both hands slid inside and she continued to stimulate herself. Slowly, she slid herself out of the pants and climbed on the bed.

"Looks like you could use some help," she said taking my semi-hard cock in her hand and stroking it. She lowered her mouth to it and started sliding it past her lips letting my cockhead slide deep into her mouth. I was sore from the night's action and I groaned as Zeej worked on my cock but she was good and in a minute I was hard again.

"That will do," Zeej said and she reached into her vest pocket and pulled out two small leather straps. The first she slipped around the base of my cock and pulled it tight causing me to wince. The second she looped around the top of my ball sack and tightened that until my balls were painfully extended.

"Zeej, those are kind of tight," I pointed out to her knowing she wasn't going to listen. Instead, she bent down and licked my cock until it was covered in saliva. When it was sufficiently slick with her spit, she straddled my hips and slip my cock into her pussy. Zeej must have been thinking about doing this for a while since her pussy was hot and wet. She starting riding me making sure that she felt every inch of my cock slide in and out of her and tightened her muscles to increase the sensation for herself. 

I wanted so badly to reach up and hold her tits as they bounced under her leather vest. Her nipple rings, a source of pleasure for her, were left dangling from her hardened nipples.

"Zeej, take these off," I said referring to the handcuffs. "I can't play with your rings like this."

"Yes... you... can..." she replied, every syllable punctuating another drop on my cock. She leaned forward until one of the nipple rings was just over my mouth.

"Use... your... teeth..." she grunted still slamming into me. I grabbed the ring in my teeth and held on to it as she started to pull away. The further she got, the more pained the expression on her face became but also the harder she slammed her pussy onto my cock. She was pulling so hard that I was afraid that I would tear the ring out of her nipple so I let go. She immediately offered the other side to me and she again started to pull away. I thought she may have reached her limit when she let a cry escape and I let the ring slide from my mouth and immediately exploded inside her. 

Although I thought before that I was spent for the night my orgasm was jolting. I could feel my cock pulsing hard pushing my cum past the cockrings that Zeej had put on me earlier. Ad along with the pleasurable feeling of shooting my load into Zeej, I had a burning sensation as my cock reached its most sensitive point.

None of this mattered to Zeej. She was wild at this point, jumping up and down on my cock and starting to build to her own orgasm. My sensitivity was getting painful so I tried to buck her off but she continued to ride me.

"Not this time... not this time..." she moaned, not wanting to get off but wanting to ride to the crest of her orgasm still riding my cock. And she could. The cockrings had kept me cock hard even after I came and she was taking every advantage of it. I grabbed the headboard and winced as my cock burned from the action it was seeing. Zeej took notice.

"Come on, Bill," she said mockingly. "You didn't use it all on Diane. Your cock is mine now. All mine."

With that she let out another cry as her orgasm hit her. She continued humping as she bent down and kissed me hard, letting her tongue slid in and out of my mouth. I returned her kiss happy that she had gotten what she wanted. But I was wrong. Zeej straightened up and continued thrusting my cock into her pussy.

"Zeej, no more please," I said to her but the words fell on deaf ears. She continued humping my hardened cock disregarding my obvious discomfort. She leaned forward placing her hands on my chest and flexed her hips to stimulate herself.

She was sweating profusely now and stripped off the leather vest revealing her beautiful tight tits, hard nipples with gold rings that bounced with her movements. Rivulets of sweat trickled down between her tits and dripped on my stomach. Her thrusts were slowing as exhaustion was probably setting in so she pulled herself off my aching cock and straddled my head.

"Come on, Bill, take care of me," she begged. I started licking at her pussy tasting the combination of her juices and my cum flowing out of her. Her thighs were covered with the mixture and when I turned to lick them, she grabbed my head by the hair and stuck my face back into her pussy. It wasn't had to find her clitoris. Her diamond stud stood out and I licked at it furiously but could not satisfy her. She pulled away and climbed back on my cock. Without missing a beat she regained her rhythm and drove it hard into her and within seconds peaked with another body shuddering climax. 

Zeej collapsed on me and lay there. Her sweat soaked tits pressed into my chest and her juices oozed out of her and covered my balls. Her heart was racing and her breath rapid and shallow. With all of her strength she pulled herself up and off my still hard cock and staggered to the kitchen where she returned with a pill and glass of water.




The Bike Path



I am riding my bicycle on the bike path as I normally do several times a week to stay in shape, that is, when I don't feel like jogging. Its a late summer day mid-morning, not too crowded just a few walkers, bike riders and joggers spaced about every five minutes as I ride. 

Its one of those perfect days, quiet, only with the distant sounds of the birds chattering in the gently rustling trees and the babbling stream next to the trail. Most of the people on the trail I've seen many times and make a point to say hello as I pass. Everyone uses the trail young, old, birdwatchers, families, groups of teenagers, serious runners - a very diverse group who seem to enjoy being outside. 

I must admit that every once in a while I can't help but notice an attractive lady. Hey, I'm a guy, so I can't help but let a teenie fantasy run through my mind and then keep going - I'm here for the exercise. Often times I wonder if some of the ladies don't have their own little fantasies. 

Everything is relatively uneventful as I pedal, trying to take in the sounds and smells of the forest as I keep my legs in motion. Up ahead I see what looks to be someone sitting on a fallen log next to a bicycle laying on its side just off the pavement. As I get closer I notice its a person I've seen a number of times on the trail and have exchanged greetings. 

As I pass I say my "Good Morning" and keep moving but glancingly notice that her bicycle has a bent rim and flat tire. 

About 20 yards beyond her I debate whether I should stop to help her keep on going. I decide to stop and turn around pedaling back to her position sitting on the log. When I get to her I can't help but notice she scraped her knee as well. 

I tell her that I saw that her bike had a flat and asked if there was anything I could do to help her. 

She hesitates a brief moment and shyly says "I think I'm OK but somehow I need to get the bike back to my car and my wrist and knee really hurt. Nothing broken but its hard for me to push the bike." 

I offer to help her take her bicycle back to her car. She thanks me and keeps apologizing for the inconvenience as I pick up her bike and start to push both of them back toward the parking area - about two miles away. 

We start talking and she mentions that she has seen me a number of times on the trail and feels safe letting me help her. 

"No problem", I tell her. 

As we walk casually discussing the quiet scenery, I see that she has a fairly substantial diamond on her left ring finger. 

My glance must have been noticeable because she comments - "I'm married but my husband doesn't like to be outdoors and we find ourselves pursing different interests." 

I nod trying to remain a bit indifferent to her comment. To my surprise she keeps the conversation going about her husband and marriage. More than I need to know but it sounds like a familiar story. 

Finally she pauses and asks "What about you, are you married"? 

I tell her I was for a long time, but I am currently divorced and add that I know what she is talking about when couples seem to drift apart. 

After walking about a half mile we finally realize we don't know each other's names and almost simultaneously extend our hands in a greeting, announcing our respective names. Both look each other in the eye and laugh at the fact we omitted our formal introduction earlier in the conversation. After touching her and looking into her eyes I can sense the wheels of her mind were beginning to turn - like a thought just unexpectedly came over her. 

A long pause in the conversation and she blurts out "My husband and I have drifted so far apart we don't even do it anymore." 

"Do what?" I ask. 

She laughs "Come on you know." 

"Oh, that." I respond with a nervous snicker. 

"You know I see a lot of guys on the trail and often have fantasies about what it would be like to - you know." 

I confide I often have the same thoughts and wonder if sometimes they are not mutual with the ladies. 

"Are you kidding!?" she says loudly. 

Now I notice that her breathing has gotten a bit more pronounced as if slightly out of breath and she pauses to nervously pull her long auburn hair back from her face. She is really quite attractive, brown eyes, an interesting nose - not tiny but it complements her face. She is about 5'4" tall, in fairly good shape with a well proportioned body as accentuated by her spandex running tights. Very sexy and getting more so with each step we take together. 

She tells me that she and her girl friends really get into talking about their fantasies. 

"Like what" I sheepishly ask. 

"Well, like meeting an attractive stranger on the bikepath and taking him into the woods for wild sex." 

"And is this your fantasy too?" I ask. 

"Yes, and sometime when I get back home alone all sweaty from riding my bike, I strip naked and grab my hard little rubber friend for some wild action on the living room floor just thinking about some of the guys I saw." 

At this she stops, moves in front of me, after glancing up and down the bike path to see if anyone is in sight, and plants a wide open wet kiss over my lips. Her tongue pushes its way into my parted mouth as she closes her lips and emits a slow moan from deep in her heaving chest -"Mmmmmm." 

She grabs my crotch with her hand and starts to massage my growing penis through my running shorts. Seizing the moment I pull her closer and grab her ass with both hands pulling her closer to me, exchanging the deepness of her kiss sucking her tongue deeper into my mouth. 

I move my hands under her tee shirt to her heaving breasts - her nipples are hard as diamonds. She moves her hand from outside of my shorts over the stretch band an proceeds to push her fingers to my bare cock which is now throbbing uncontrollably as she strokes it up and down in a milking motion. Reaching lower she places my testicles in her palm, squeezing them gently and rolling them from side to side. 

My hands now descend from her nipples to her waistband where I pull it out a bit to allow me to get my hand to her crotch. She moves her hips back a bit to help me get to my goal and spreads her legs slightly parting her thighs as we stand in an embrace. The fingers of my right hand touch the top of her pussy and she moans, spreading her thighs a bit more and slightly bending her knees as if to give me better access. I slip my middle finger into her warm slit and can feel the hot wetness streaming over it - as if I opened a jar of warm honey. Her pussy is soft and to my amazement clean shaven past the patch of hair above her slit. The smoothness of my fingers running over her bald snatch dripping with her own lubrication is more than I can take. I push my finger deeper - its hot. I stretch my middle finger up behind her pubic bone to find her spot, where I begin to move it forward and backward putting pressure on the inside of her love canal with each motion. 

We come back to our senses, stop, look around, my ears are ringing, I am hardly aware of where we are and I sense it its the same for her. We're about 200 yards from the car. I suggest that I have a blanket in the car and we might be able to live her favorite fantasy right now, here in the woods. There's a secluded spot I know of in the woods. 

With barely a sound she quietly murmurs "Yes." 

Retrieving the blanket and walking to the spot seems like days - we can hardly keep our lips and hands from exploring each other's body - pausing to exchange deep kisses as we walk in the forest. 

Finally I spread out the blanket in the secluded spot, under a stand of large oak trees with patches of warm sunlight filtering through the leaves creating a quiltwork of shade and sun on the blanket. 

We start to rip at each other's clothes until I suggest she let me undress her first. I remove her tee shirt to see two firmly shaped small breasts with lovely pink nipples protruding outward about 1/4 inch. She throws her head back as I lick each nipple, lightly running my tongue over each, wetting each of them ever so lightly. I focus on her right breast and suck the nipple into my mouth gently rolling it around my tongue. As I am doing this my hands are now pulling down her spandex tights. She lifts her backside to help me and I roll them over her hips, down her smooth thighs and past her ankles. Removing my mouth from her nipples I finish taking off her shorts and shoes, pausing to massage each foot and run my fingers through her toes as I remove her socks. 

I tell her to lie back and enjoy the moment as I run my hands from her feet up the length of her inner thighs caressing her soft sensuous flesh as I move up and down several times. I pause with her lying on her back and me kneeling in front of her thighs and ask her what she wants me to do. She doesn't answer but places both her hands on her pussy, gently pulling the lips apart to expose her pussy lips and clitoris, glistening in a patch of sunlight filtered through the trees. With her index finger she begins to stroke it, softly at first then vigorously in a circular motion pushing hard on the little protrusion. I get the message and move my lips closer to her pussy. The fragrance is one of musk and the scent of a hot woman mixed together. 

I touch her clit with my tongue and she shivers "Oh yes". 

With both of my hands placed under her ass cheeks I lift her pelvis into the air two feet as I kneel, pulling her closer to me, resting her back on top of my kneeling thighs. Her pussy is right in front of my lips and ask her to drape her legs over my shoulders and relax. 

"Open her eyes and watch me eat pussy" I gently whisper. Her head resting on the blanket provided a great viewing angle. 

I begin by pushing my tongue deep into her vaginal cavity at the base of her pussy, just glancing the place where her pussy and ass meet. The taste is fantastic, thick with her juices I lap it up with loud audible slurps. Her bald pink pussy lips are now swollen and open as I send my tongue exploring into each fold and cavity. Every so often I pause to suck her labia into my mouth gently stretching it then releasing it - watching it slowly retract to assume its previous form. Then I move to her clit. Pulling apart the gentle pink lips I can see she is hot. Her clit is the size of a vitamin E capsule embedded within the upper creases of her pussy lips. A very pale pink in color, shiny and looking like its wants to explode. Gently licking at first I pull her lips aside and lightly suck it into my mouth enjoying the feel of its spongy texture. 

Now she is going wild opening and closing her eyes trying her best not to miss the show but drifting back into complete bliss, squeezing my head between her thighs all the while. I pause to ask what she wants me to do. 

She breathlessly replies by asking me to touch her ass - "I've never had that done before" she quietly exclaimed. 

With that I give her pussy several long licks with the full breadth of my tongue from her ass to her clit before placing my middle finger at her anal opening. Gently massaging it, I don't know if she wants me to penetrate or just stroke it. 

She lets me know and orders me to push it in, "Stick your finger in my asshole"! 

Its wet from her pussy and I have no trouble pushing my finger into her anus up to my second joint. Slowly moving it from side to side and pushing it slightly in an out all the while I resume my attention to sucking her clit between my lips. Pulling gently on it while flicking the little bud with the tip of my tongue I can feel her pussy start to cream. She shudders from head to toe, climaxing with my finger in her ass and lips suctioning her clitoris. Her ass tightens and literaly squeezes my finger out. A slight rush of wetness oozes from her cunt and flows over her ass as I reinsert my finger. She continues to spasm as her ass seems to pull my finger deeper into her cavity. 

I can here her saying "Yes , yes , yes... oh god this is the best..." A silent pause and she simply orders, "Fuck me!" 

I move back from her, letting her back rest on the blanket and have my clothes off in three seconds, my cock harder than a rock. Lowering myself on top of her I give her a very wet kiss on her open lips, she is panting but takes my tongue into her mouth sucking it as hard as she can. 

My face must reek of pussy juice but it does not appear to bother her as she sucks on my tongue. 

"Fuck me now" she pleads. She is so turned on she can't wait. Grabbing my cock she pulls it with both hands to her gushing pussy. 

I push the trobbing head in where my tongue had just been and penetrate past her lips into her inner canal. There is an intial tightness that opens to her vulva, wet and hot, I can feel the heat around my cock. Slowly I move in and out rotating my hips to touch every corner of her inner pussy. We can hear her cunt and my cock generating exquisite squishing sounds as I slowly push in and out. Her pussy is so wet and open it feels as though my testicles are entering her vagina with each motion. 

I can feel my cock touching her cervix when I push in deeper - she moans with ecstasy each time it touches. I am building to a come, feeling my testicles tighten and sense that she is as well. My cock is pulsating uncontrollably as I pull it out momentarily with an audible pop. She tries to put it back in grabbing it wildly and pulling it to her wet hole. 

In a moment of reality I ask if it is OK to come in her. 

She pauses to think saying "I think so" I push it in again and can feel her entire body under me surge forward with my thrust. 

"Uh, that's better" she quietly whispers. 

I begin fucking her slowly at first, steadily building to a fast in and out pace. The feeling of her wet smoothness is fantastic as my cock glides, entering and exiting over its full length. My cock head is growing large and I can feel it filling her cavern even more. Its getting tighter. 

At the last moment I pull my cock out of her and rest it over her heaving stomach. It feels like it is exploding from within and cum shoots over her stomach, chest, neck and breasts, with the most well traveled droplets plopping on our respective faces. I'm temporarily relieved but still the excitement of being with this attractive stranger in the forest naked on a blanket leaves me hard and ready to go again almost immediately. 

As I am about to relax a bit she tells me that she is a microsecond from coming again and needs to let go - NOW. 

She says "I want to suck your cock as you eat me again - my husband doesn't like to eat pussy and until now I had very little interest in sucking cock let alone tasting come. Hurry before I change my mind." 

She fips me on my back and places her pussy right over my face. I am inches away, and its not pink anymore but a deep red, the labia are big and flushed, her vagina is open from where my cock had just been and I can feel the heat of our friction on my face. It has a strong but sexy smell of a pussy that has just been fucked. 

She lowers her cunt to my face and starts to grind back and forth. Her entire vagina gliding across my lips and tongue she pushes down hard with her pelvis covering me with her juices from nose to chin. At the same time she takes my cock in her mouth and begins to nibble on it. 

Not too skilled - I tell her to pretend its a popsicle - "suck it in and out moving your tongue around." 

She obliges and soon my hips are pushing my cock deeper into her mouth with each in and out motion - she seems to be liking it more and the feeling is fantastic. She is getting into it - sucking on the head and working her way down the shaft until it is deep in her oral cavity. Locked in our 69 we're both approaching orgasm. Just as I am about to shoot a second load of white cream into her mouth I push my index finger to her cute little ass-bud. 

I feel wetness engulfing my face as she begins to shudder from head to toe. The taste is a bit saltier now as I lap up every delicious drop from her pussy. 

As I come my second time I am amazed that she does not pull away. At first she loosens her mouth's grip around my cock as if to consider pulling it out. As the first traces of cum reaches her tongue its almost as if she discovered a new taste - she sucks it all down, pausing to run her tongue across my testicles, she pumps my cock to coax out every drop before licking the last streams rolling off the head. I can't see her but its almost like she is telling herself she did a good job and it was much better than she would like to admit - admiring her work so to speak. 

We pause to relax and savor the moment holding each other as we lie on the blanket looking up at the clouds pass over the trees. "I never had anyone eat my pussy like that before, nor have I let my husband come in my mouth. "Its just something we don't do at home."

I respond by saying "I'm just glad you had that flat tire. What other things don't you do at home with your husband?" 

She responds with a slight snicker, "Well I would love to tell you more but must go now, would you like to meet tomorrow and we can resume our discussion"?

"Yes", is the only response I can muster at the moment. 



The Bike Ride



Since the day was so hot and blustery as Gina rode her bike down the lonely cobblestone road, she was wearing only two light weight articles of clothing, her skimpiest bikini top and a short sun dress, which the wind kept trying to lift. Gina had just discovered that riding her bicycle with no panties on, the bicycle seat wedging her pussy lips open and rubbing her love button was much more pleasurable than rubbing her clitty herself.

As she was riding her bicycle down the road, she noticed someone biking toward her. When the rider came closer she could see that it was a boy about her own age. Gina didn't know him so she just kept peddling... wishing he would hurry and go by... she was shivering with excitement and about ready to cum.

As Dana was riding his bike down the cobblestone road he noticed a young lady riding toward him. As the girl came closer he could see that she was very pretty, especially in that skimpy bikini top. As they came even closer to each other he noticed the hem of her dress was being lifted by the wind. Their eyes met for a second and they nodded to each other. Dana's attention immediately dropped back to the hem of her dress. As they were about to pass the wind finally succeeded in completely lifting her dress... all the way up to her waist. The boy, very surprised, almost crashed his bike as he witnessed the girl's lower belly and pussy being exposed. His only response to this sight was an excited "holy fuck!"

At Dana's excited swearing, Gina, not having noticed that her dress had been blown up by the wind, turned her head to glare at him. She did lose control of her bike and crash. Dana skidded to a stop and doubled back to see if she was hurt and if he could help. She looked up at him and almost screamed "Why did you swear at me?" To which he sheepishly replied "I didn't swear at you."

"At what then?" She growled. "I was surprised because of what happened to you just before you fell. I've never seen anything like that happen to anyone before."

"I'm sorry you thought I was swearing at you!" Gina calmed down a little and asked "What happened that would cause you to be so surprised?"

"Don't you know?" he asked in reply. "No!" she said, "I don't."

"You were riding with your legs spread and the wind blew your dress up. I could see that you weren't wearing any panties. I saw your pussy!" Dana exclaimed. Gina was surprised that she felt only a slight embarrassment over a boy seeing her womanhood exposed in public! She knew that she should have been seriously embarrassed, but she wasn't. She replied, with a grin, "I suppose that I really shouldn't be doing this, but the sensations caused by the bumpy road drive my little clitty wild!"

Dana wanted to hear much more of an explanation from her, but felt first he should mention that she had scraped the inside of her left knee when she fell, and offered to look at it for her. Totally forgetting that she was still sitting in the middle of the road, she brought up her left knee for Dana to examine. The resulting wide open femininity was immediately noticed. Seeing her displayed like this prompted him to ask, "Aren't you the even the slightest bit embarrassed about a guy seeing your cunt? Especially wide open like it is?" She thought for a second, looked down at her gaping pussy, then up at him and said, "No! I'm not concerned about it at all!", then added with a devilish grin, "I think I must be an exhibitionist or something though, because you seeing my pussy like this is really turning me on."

"Is it?" he asked, "me too!" he said with a grin.

Gina felt immediately at ease with Dana because he didn't try to take advantage if her nudity, and for his genuine concern for her well being. 

Having an idea of where this encounter might be leading, Gina asked herself "Do I like this guy? He hasn't lost control and tried to rape me! Should I let him see more of me... should I let him touch me... should I have sex with him? But if I want to save my virginity for the right guy, I shouldn't! Or am I just being old fashioned by wanting to wait... how much would it hurt if I did let him stick it in me?... would I like it? He is cute... got nice buns... that bulge in the front of his pants sure looks delicious! ...Yes, I gotta see that cock! Yes, I do like him... and yes, I think I'll let him see more of me... even touch me! But I'll wait and see how things go before I let him fuck me!" and decided to let nature take it's natural course, for the time being.

To test her exhibitionist theory, Dana sat down closely beside her, facing her and reached out a hand and placed it on the inside of her right thigh. She looked at the hand on her thigh, "go for it Dana!" she excitedly thought to herself, then looked up at him and smiled, but did nothing. Slowly he slid his hand half way along her thigh to her wide open womanhood. "Faster!" she thought. She shivered a bit with excitement and looked down at the teasing hand nearing her pussy, than up at him and smiled again. Dana's hand quickly slid the rest of the way home. "YES!" again to herself. His fingers slipped immediately between the folds of her pussy and found it soaked with her love juice. When his finger entering her vagina, Gina moaned aloud, her eyes rolled up and her head tipped sharply backward, and she said to herself "Oh God, that feels good!" He noticed her love tunnel was quite tight on his invading finger! She might be new at this.

Remembering where they were, Dana snapped back to reality and said "We really should get off the road". He helped Gina to her feet, then to the tree nearest them and helped her sit down on the cool grass. After moving the bicycles off the road Dana sat down beside her on the grass and introduced himself. "I'm Dana, by the way, when I'm not helping fallen cyclists."

"I'm Gina, when I'm not the one falling in the middle of the road" she replied. Dana asked "Why are you outside where people can see you and not wearing any panties?" Gina continued the explanation she had started earlier, how she found out about the bumpy road giving her a climax while riding her bike. Dana agreed, "It is a very exciting way to come off, for a girl." Then added "Just thinking about you biking in public bare-assed again is exciting me. Would you like some company the next time?" An excited "Sure!" was her reply.

Seeing that they were the only two around and he couldn't hear any cars coming from either direction, and since her bare pussy was still wide open for all to see and was really turning him on, he turned his attentions to further exploration of her exhibitionist theory. Because he had knowledge of only part of her anatomy he stood up and moved in behind her and sat down. His rock hard cock, trying to break through his short pants, nestled against her bare back and his legs touching hers along their lengths. Gina shivered with delight at this move, she knew what was going to happen next.

Dana placed his hands on her shoulders and started a slow massage... then slow worked his way down her back massaging as he went, to her bikini strap. "Ooooo, are you ever good at this!" she said as he started moving toward her waiting titties. Lightly rubbing her sides with his open palms and fingers, back and forth, then slowly around to her front where he gently cupped her supple breasts still in their halter. "Oh God!" she said, "Fuck, you're making me tingle!" Slowly massaging her breasts back and forth, then in tiny eccentric circles always moving closer and closer to her nipples. Gina's nipples were rock hard with excitement when his fingers finally found them. "Mmmmm, yes!" she mumbled. Gently squeezing and rotating her buds for a few seconds, Dana's hands moving slowly to her halter's ties between her titties. First the bottom tie. The halter snapped partly open. Dana's fingers slowly massaged the bottom halves of her naked globes. His fingers easing up under the halter to find those, now naked to his fingers, hard buds again. Rotating her nipples for only a few more seconds, his fingers then found the remaining tie, and the halter fell away from her breasts and down between their bodies. "Finally!" she thought to herself.

There was the rumble of a car off in the distance. Gina's now naked tits were plainly visible from the road, and her lovely legs were spread wide apart, but she stayed fast. She turned her body to more squarely face the road and the oncoming car. Total strangers were about to see her in all her nakedness! She was enjoying the feeling this was giving her. The car came closer and Gina didn't try to cover up... the car passed. It was only an older couple who probably couldn't see the side of the road anyway. Gina decided that she is, in fact, an exhibitionist.

"Now back to the business at hand", she said with a grin. Her hands found his and placed them back on her chest to continue massaging her breasts. "Yes, you can get right back to what you were doing before" she said to herself. She never knew a man fondling her tits like this could feel this way! This was another new sensation for her. She was really hot now! 

Feeling that it was time to move on, Dana asked "Do you know how to sit Yoga style?" Gina replied "I think so. Like this?" She then crossed her legs Indian style. Dana said "close, but like this" and he proceeded to show her by moving her legs for her. Now she was sitting with her legs crossed, but her feet were locked in place above her thighs. With her legs in this position her pussy was splayed really wide open and she couldn't do anything about it. She was unable to close her legs, a natural female defence, and she was loving the feeling of helplessness it gave her and vowed to remember how to sit "Yoga style." Dana said "And now I'll show you why I like to see a woman sitting like that!"

With Gina sitting "Yoga style" Dana lifted her up with his hands under her bum and gently pushed her upper body forward causing her to be up on all fours. After lifting her short sun dress up and placing it over her back both of his hands went to work on her gaping cunny. "Rub my clitty, fuck me with your finger" She muttered aloud. Fingering gently and rubbing her clitty he could feel her juices flow anew. He crouched down low so he could see her up close, every part of her exposed femininity. Positioned as she was he could see right up inside her love tunnel. Gina lowered her upper body and rested on her elbows. This move allowed her vagina to be even more accessible to him. 

"Kiss me there" she commanded. He'd never done anything like that before, but was game for anything right now. "Sure, but I'll have to roll you over onto your back. Once on her back with her legs still crossed and up in the air Dana's eager head entered the triangular hole formed by her thighs and reaching inquisitively with his tongue, slowly started licking and kissing her inner leg just outside her pubic hair. Then slowly following her hair line up to her lower tummy and then around to the other side of her pussy. Bravely, his tongue entered her labia. Her aroma and taste was heady, but inviting. His tongue slowly moved toward her inner folds. On contact with his tongue to her inner cunny Gina let out a low screech and shudder, another new sensation. After a few seconds her taste became almost pleasant, and she was obviously enjoying the sensations he was giving her. Finding her clitty with his tongue almost drove her wild, her hips began to jerk back and forth and side to side. She pulled her knees toward her chest trying to press her pussy up hard against his face. "More" she moaned. Slipping his tongue into her furrow he found the entrance to her virgin womanhood. His tongue fucked in and out for a few seconds, then he stood up and lifted her back onto her knees and elbows. After quickly removing his shorts he moved in very close behind her on his knees, his pelvis pressing hard against her bare butt cheeks, his stiff prick sticking straight out just below her pussy, he leaned forward until his chest was touching her back. Reaching around with his arms, his left hand went back to massaging her breasts, while his right hand slowly slid down the length of her tummy, massaging as it went, toward her wide spread thighs and into her dripping pussy. "Oooo, Hurry, stick your finger back in me. I'm gonna cum!" While twisting and rubbing her clitty with his fingers he rotated his pelvis backward causing his very stiff prick to move up and into contact with her pussy. Then slowly sliding his prick back and forth he wedged her pussy lips open. Now the length of his prick was gliding back and forth within the length of her pussy, bumping into her clitty, sending her into convulsions of passion. "Oh God!" she moaned loudly, shaking with ecstasy. Dana increased the speed of his back and forth movements, adding to her clitoral stimulation. "Fuck!" Gina moaned to herself "If he keeps making me feel like this, he can take my cherry now."

Knowing Gina was almost out of control and knowing that he was very excited too and almost out of control, thought to himself "I can't hold out any longer, I gotta have her now!"

"Are you ready?" he excitedly asked? Gina was too excited to answer, she simply pushed her wedged open pussy back harder against his cock and rotated her pelvis forward giving him full access to her already spasming womanhood. Leaving her breasts, his left hand joined it's counter part in her dripping pubes. With both hands glistening with Gina's love juice, Dana liberally applied her lubrication to his already glistening prick. Gina's now raspy voice excitedly said "You hold my pussy open and I'll guide your prick into me." As Dana held her pussy lips open Gina reached between her already spread thighs and found his very slippery love tool. Dana moved his hips backward slightly so she could move his cock into position. Gina placed his prick between her pussy lips and purposefully, slowly, slid it up and down the length of her open cunt, and over her clitty several times to heighten her stimulation. It worked, and she started to shake in spasms again. Dana felt her move his prick head to the entrance of her vagina.

With Gina still holding him in place he moved forward. It took a lot of pressure for his slippery dickhead to enter her pussy. She was almost too tight for him. She was defiantly a virgin. With a short hard thrust, however, no longer, his prick plunged into her tearing her hymen taking her virginity. Gina was now a woman. The pressure of her virginal walls was too much for him... he was about to cum... nothing could stop it now.

Dana excitedly said to her "it's time, here it comes." Gina moaned "I'm ready, fuck me hard!" And with that he very slowly worked his prick head in and out a couple of times to make sure everything was slippery enough. With one hand holding her pussy lips open and a finger of the other hand vigorously rubbing her clitty he gave a mighty thrust and jammed his prick straight into her to the hilt, then pumping madly, shot his load deep within her. She, pumping back and forth to match his every movement, moaned loudly for several seconds, rocked her whole body back and forth, from side to side, shivering with passion.

They collapsed to the ground both exhausted, both panting. Gina's first fuck felt....wonderful....she knew she was going to do this again, as soon as possible, as often as possible! She was glad she didn't wait. This was too much to miss out on. Gina was in love! She wanted to do it again, right away. But Dana was tired and said to her, "maybe tomorrow, I'm pooped right now. Next time it'll be slower and much better, I promise." Gina couldn't believe that it could get any better!

It was time to get dressed and head back to town. While they were putting their cloths back on Dana asked "Would you like to go to a movie with me tonight?"

"You bet" she answered. She had heard all about those back row seats.

Gina and Dana had just finished dressing when they heard another car coming down the road. Now fully dressed, at least as much as she could be, Gina was sitting on the grass next to Dana, her legs were folded under her, her feet pointing off to the left and her dress was covering most of her thighs. As the car passed by Dana waved "Hi" to two of his close friends. The friends waved back. As they drove by they noticed their buddy was sitting with a new girl friend, and a knockout at that. The driver slowed the car and turned around to go back to meet Dana's new girl friend.

Pulling the car off the road the driver parked next to the couple, shut off the engine and the two got out. As they were sitting down in front of Gina and Dana, Tommy, the driver, asked "And who's the lovely new girl friend Dana?"

"Obviously, you haven't been seeing her for very long, or we'd know about it" Jim added. Dana answered "Tommy, Jim, this is Gina. Gina this is Tommy, and Jim, my two best friends."

"Nice to meet ya!" they chimed together. "Likewise" replied Gina with a grin. "Actually, guys, we just met about an hour ago, right here, in the middle of the road, we almost crashed into each other on our bikes. As it is Gina fell and skinned her left knee!"

"Well, since Jim and I are going to medical school next term, maybe we should look at it for her." Tommy said, and quickly added "It could get infected!" Dana said "Naw, it'll be alright, I've already looked at it." Gina lightly cuffed him on the arm, and with a slight smile said "Maybe they should have a look at it, it is starting to hurt again!"

"Are you sure?" he asked. Gina replied "yea." Dana said "Maybe she's right guys, you should have a look!. It's the inside of her left knee." And with that, Gina, with a big grin, said "If you two want to play doctor, I'm game!" and elevated her left knee for the would-be doctors to examine. In doing so opened up her pussy for them to examine too.



The Bike Ride



It was a warm, late summer day, just to nice to sit in the house so I decided to wash and wax my bike. I was just about done when my wife’s friend and her boy friend come over to visit. So my wife put on a pot of coffee and Dawn came out to see what I was doing, I told her that I was just putting the finishing touches on the wax job, and was going to take the bike for a ride. She asked if she could go with me, I said that I didn’t mind but she better go ask Doug! So she went in the house to ask, Dawn is a little over five foot tall, Red hair, and has a nice ass! She had on a tank top, and shorts, looking pretty hot, so I would be a fool not to take her! Doug was in chatting with my wife, he said that he didn’t care. Karen is five ten and a half, with a nice ass of her own! So he was all set. We got on are helmets and started; I figured I would find a nice smooth winding road so we could enjoy the scenery. I headed towards Lake Delta that has always been a nice ride.

I continued past the lake and down in the gorge, I told her she better hold on tighter, so she moved up so I could feel body on my back! And it felt real nice too! We start going through the winding curves, this must have gotten her excited, because she had slipped her hands in the opening of my tank top, and was running her fingers through my chest hair! So not wanting to miss an opportunity we crossed over Route 12 and head into the country. There wasn’t any cars or houses around, I found a spot, pulled over by a creek, so I pulled the bike off the road, and we went down by the creek. We sat down on this big rock and were checking out the water as it bubbled over the rocks. We had some idle talk, and I figured I would find out if she were as excited as I was! I moved my hand on to her leg and just let it rest there! She didn’t move it, so I moved it up to her inner thigh and rubbed in a small circular motion. Still no resistance, so I moved my other hand to her breast and played with her nipple, so softly! She started moaning, I pulled her to me and kissed her deep. For what seemed like a lifetime! She melted in my arms! I removed her tank top, and sucked and nibbled her nice little tits, while messaging her pussy through her shorts. We removed are clothes, the sun was warm; she looked so beautiful standing naked by that creek. I figured Doug and Karen are having fun by now, and this was to good to pass up, Karen and Doug always flirted and teased each other! I picked Dawn up and set her on the large rock and cupped her ass cheeks in my hand, and slowly taunted her pussy with the tip of my tongue! She moaned and squirmed, and tried to get me to really go down on her hard, but I was in control, and wanted to savor the moment!

She tasted so good, and all at once I shoved my tongue as deep in her pussy as I could get! She let out a scream, then cum all over my face, I lapped her juices. Then we found a little sand area, I lay down on my back and she took my hard cock in her mouth and sucked the whole length of my cock, down to my balls! I thought I was going to cum right then! Boy she could suck cock! I pulled her off my cock, laid her on her back, placed the tip of my hard cock at the opening of her wet pussy, and pushed ever so slowly, feeling the heat from her wet pussy! It was driving me wild! I pulled back all the way then drove my cock in her so hard you could hear my balls slap against her ass.

By this time she had cum again and we started to fuck in time, I was in heaven! Her juices were flowing and running down the crack of her ass so I pulled my cock out, and rubbed up and down the crack of her ass.

That’s when she begged me to fuck her ass! So I hiked her legs up and positioned the head of my cock against her tight little brown hole, and just keep rubbing the head on it to get it loose enough to be able to insert it, boy it was tight! It took some doing, but I finally was able to get the head in without cumming. So I slowly started to move in and out, little by little. That’s when she cum again, it was enough to lubricate my cock so I could really start pumping hard. I would have never thought that I would be fucking one hole on this hot little red head, no less three of them! After her asshole loosens up I started pounding it like a jackhammer! My balls were slapping against her ass cheeks so hard, I just kept drilling her. Finally I couldn’t take it any longer, I cummed so hard it was squishing out from around my cock as I was pumping her ass! I had finished cumming, and I just let my cock stay buried in her ass until it went soft! After I pulled my cock out, the cum ran down the crack of her ass,

We lay on the little beach in each other’s arms for a while got dressed and went back to the house. We didn’t realize, but three hours had past from the time we had left.

We walk in, and Karen and Doug asked if we had fun! I said of coarse we did, it was a real nice ride! I asked the same, they said they shot the shit, and played a couple of games! From the smell of sex in the air we know what games they were playing.

So we all sat and talked for a while, and Dawn and Doug left and I brought Karen in the bedroom and fucked the hell out of her. Twice in one day is a record for me no less with two different women. 

The End



The Bike Ride



At forty two I disliked how out of shape I was. It didn't help that I had just taken a job working behind a desk. I started walking, but that didn't do much to decrease my waist size. After getting frustrated with the spare tire above my belt, I decided to buy a bike. I just fell in love with a 21 speed mountain bike with big knobby tires.

After my wife wrote him a check he handed me a piece of paper and said,

"There is a local group that goes on weekend bike rides. Sometimes they are long rides some times short but it is a good way to get some exercise."

I gave the paper to my wife and told her I'd meet her at home. The four mile ride convinced me I was really out of shape. Going up a small hill near my home wore me out. Parking the bike in the garage, I was glad I quit smoking four years earlier. As I tried to catch my breath, I wished I had quite a lot earlier.

I called the number on the paper and started going to some of the weekend bike trips. In the beginning I went to the short ones and worked my way up to some 100 mile trips. Over the next couple of months I met some real nice people in the group. 

Three of the guys, Rick, Mike and Tim, and I became real friendly. Their wives and my wife would get together for cards, or the guys would play poker while the girls watched chic flicks they rented. Sometimes we would all get together and go out to eat. 

Over the next couple of months I had improved my cardiovascular and lost a few inches of my spare tire. I went on a lot of short bike rides, and a few of the longer trips.

One Friday evening during a game of spades Rick looked around the table and said, 

"Next Friday let's take a bike ride to Daytona Beach."

Tim looked at him and asked, "For a day a night or what?"

Like he had the trip planned, Rick answered, "We'll leave Friday afternoon after work. We'll get a room and spend the weekend riding up and down the beach and Highway A1A."

I looked at my wife, waiting for her to say something. After an awkward silence, Mike said, "Sounds like fun."

Rick's wife looked around the table and said, "Kind of like a men's retreat. Only you guys will be checking out every thing in a bikini."

Over the next few days we finalized every aspect of the trip. We bought back packs to carry the things we needed. We reserved a room on the beach.

All day at work on Friday I was wishing it was four; so we could be on our way. Fighting the traffic on the way home I realized in our six year marriage Jan and I have never been apart for a single night. She seemed okay with the trip, especially the part about her and the other wives going to Tampa on Saturday.

We all met at Mike's house. I pulled my bike out of the back of the truck. After Tim and Rick arrived, we left. The eighty mile trip to the coast was hot, sweaty and very tiring. It was the middle of May, but it was hot enough to feel like the middle of August. We stopped several times for water and to rest. 

We arrived a little before seven. Mike, Tim and I stayed with the bikes near some newspaper stands in the driveway, while Rick went to get the key.

Going into the room, it was nice to relax in the air conditioning. Rick laid on one of the beds. Tim made it to the other one. Mike and I sat at the two chairs at the small round table near the door. I looked at Rick and Tim and wondered what the sleeping arrangements would be. Rick turned on the television. He flipped through the channels and finally stopped at a Humphrey Bogart movie. A few minutes into the movie we started talking about dinner. After tossing around several choices we decided on going to Hooters.

Dinner was nice. It seemed like the waitress's tops were cut lower and their shorts had less material. On the way back we stopped at a liquor store and bought a small bottle of Seagrams 7 and a 2 liter bottle of seven up. After dinner, we hit the pool. We had a nice time swimming and playing with a beach ball in the pool. Going in to get ready to settle in the room for the night, we took turns going into the bathroom to change out of our wet swim suit. Mike went in first. When he came out, Tim went in. I was shocked to see Rick take his swim trunks off right near the sink. He dried off and hung his trunks on a hanger. Totally naked, Rick walked towards his pack for some shorts.

I tried not to stare, but I had not been in a gym in years and I wasn't used to seeing naked men. Rick is tall and muscular. The whole time he had his back to me. I don't know why, but I was curious what his cock looked like. I didn't realize I was staring until Tim came out of the bathroom.

I grabbed my shorts and went into the bathroom. After changing I started to wonder why I was so shocked and curious. I've seen naked men before. Pulling up my shorts I noticed I was getting hard. My seven inch cock was stirring as I thought about looking at Rick's naked body. Before leaving the bathroom I splashed some cold water on my face and tried not to think about Rick naked.

Walking out of the bathroom, I surveyed the room. Rick and Mike were on the bed closest to the door. Tim was on the other bed. I walked between the beds then crawled over Tim's legs to lie on the only available small area of bed left.

Mike had the remote. He was flipping through the channels. I watched him and the television for a short while. When he passed two different baseball games, I lost interest and went back to thinking about Rick naked. I also started to wonder what Mike or Tim looked like with no clothes or what they looked like with a hard cock.

Tim is short and slender. He has short blond hair. At thirty two, he is very athletic. I started to imagine his cock hard, when I realized Rick stopped on a pay per view channel. He was reading the conditions of purchase agreement and waiting for the choices of movies. I looked away from the television towards Mike. He looked like he was almost asleep. Like the rest of us he had on just a pair of shorts. His short red hair was barely touching his ears. Unlike Rick he had very little hair on his body.

I have always had this fascination about making love to a woman with red hair. Being curious of what she would look like with red pussy hair. I started to wonder what Mike looked like with red hair around his cock. 

I have always been 100% heterosexual. I couldn't understand why I was thinking the way I was. I closed my eyes to try to change what I was thinking, then the movie started. With my eyes closed I could hear a woman moaning. I opened my eyes to see a naked woman on television she had a large cock in her mouth and another well hung guy was sliding his cock in her pussy. She had large round breast with large nipples. I looked at Mike, Tim and Rick they were all watching intently.

I could not believe what I saw next. Rick lifted his hips and lowered his shorts. His cock was huge. I guessed nine maybe ten inches long and thick. The mushroomed head was large. It was odd to see all the hair on his chest and legs, but his cock area was completely shaved. Just when I realized I was staring, Mike reached over and wrapped his hand around Rick's cock. Rick's cock was so big Mike's hand could barely fit around it.

Trying not to stare, I looked at the tv. It didn't work I was curious as to what they were doing. With a full view of Rick's cock, Mike leaned in and opened his mouth. He slowly took the head in his mouth. He started bobbing up and down on Rick's cock. Rick put a hand on the back of Mike's head. Watching Mike give Rick an expert blow job with such interest, I didn't notice Tim taking off his shorts.

His seven inch cock had a large purple head. With it so close to me I could see precum on the tip. Like Rick he was also shaved. I was thinking about touching it. I knew it would be like touching my own, but it was bald and I had never touched another man. Looking back at Mike he was going faster up and down on Rick's cock. He reached down and played with Rick's balls.

I started to move towards Tim's cock, and then decided to take my shorts off first. My seven inch cock stood straight up. Repositioning myself I reached for Tim's cock. It felt odd. There was no hair. I moved my hand up and down the length. I just sat there looking at Tim's cock as I moved my hand along his cock. I could feel the moistness of his precum. The curiosity got to me and I leaned over his cock and opened my mouth.

Sucking my first cock I went slowly. My first taste of cum was shocking, but I kept going. I took him deep enough to let the tip touch my throat. The texture of his cock head on my lips was amazing. I put one hand on his balls and at the base of his cock and the other hand on his hip. As I let his cock slide out of my mouth, I looked towards Mike and Rick. Mike was going faster up and down like he was hoping to make Rick cum.

Tim was rubbing my head and shoulders. The more he touched me the more I wanted to make him feel good. After looking at Mike I had an idea of what to do. I could hear Tim moaning. I guessed he was close to cumming. I stopped to watch Mike again. My wife would often quit if she thought I was going to cum to make me last longer. I watched Mike and rubbed Tim's thighs. I was mesmerized at the sight of Mike giving Rick a blow job. I heard Rick moan then saw Mike move a little. Rick shot his load of sperm at Mike's lips and chin. Opening his mouth, Mike sucked him dry.

I turned back to Tim's beautiful cock. After watching Rick cum I was eager to taste and swallow Tim's salty cum. I moved faster moving my mouth and lips over his wet cock. Moving my hand around his balls, I sensed he was about to cum. I was determined to swallow it all. He moaned, moved his hands off my shoulder and said, 

"I'm cumming!"

The first squirt hit my throat. I swallowed some then I felt another squirt. I sucked the head one last time. As I slid my mouth off his cock some of his sperm dribbled down my chin onto my goatee.

Expecting to see Rick and Mike relaxing, I looked at the other bed. Rick was returning the favor and sucking Mike's cock. Feeling a little uncomfortable on my side I sat up. With the feeling of cum on my tongue and throat I got up to mix a drink. Taking a sip of my bourbon and seven up, I turned back towards the bed. Tim moved off the bed. He was on his knees next to the bed. Stopping me he moved towards my cock. I always liked when my wife sucked my cock while she was on her knees. Tim put both hands on my but and pulled me close. His mouth felt like a vacuum. He was great sucking harder and harder. Leaving a hand on my left butt cheek he reached his other hand under my balls. He would alternate between touching my balls and spreading my cheeks to tenderly touching my tight ass. His touch was too much. A tingling was building in my thighs. Tim knew I was about to cum. He kept sucking my cock, but was now moving harder and faster. I shot my first stream in his mouth. He continued sucking me dry.

I took a sip of my bourbon and seven. Tim got up to mix himself a drink. Rick was finishing and Mike looked satisfied as the both leaned against the wall. I started to watch the movie. When Tim returned with his drink, I asked,

"I take it this was not your first time?"

Rick looked over at me and said,

"No our first time was a couple of weeks before you joined the group. After a short bike ride we met at my house. Our wives were shopping together. We were sweaty from the ride. I suggested we take a shower to get rid of the sweat. While we were naked one thing led to another."

Mike looked at me and said,

"We were concerned what you would think, but I had a feeling you would be okay with it."

I took a sip of my drink, and asked,

"Do you think your wives know?"

Rick answered,

"No I know they don't know. If my wife even suspected I know she would ask me about it."

We talked about a lot of things in the next hour while we watched the rest of the movie. When the movie ended, we all went to sleep. As I hit the pillow my mind wandered to the events of the evening.

I woke up early. Not being one to lay in bed awake, I took a shower. Throwing on some shorts and a t-shirt I slipped into some flip flops and went for coffee. The coffee and donuts were good at the continental breakfast. I sat by the pool reading the paper when Tim came out. 

"There you are. Mike thought you might have left." 

I grinned and said,

"No I'm enjoying my men's retreat."

Tim walked towards the office for breakfast. A few minutes later Mike and Rick went to the office. After breakfast we went for a bike ride. We rode up the beach to Ormond Beach. We drove up onto A1A to find a place for lunch. After lunch we played mini golf and started back for our hotel.

Arriving back at the hotel we were all hot and sweaty. We decided to cool off in the pool. As we reached for our swim suits, no one went to change in the bathroom. Watching Rick naked made me want to go to my knees right then and there and try sucking his large cock. He must have known what I was thinking because he stopped before putting on his trunks.

I stepped towards him and went to my knees. I slowly slid the large head between my lips. Grabbing the base, I started sucking his big cock. It felt so sensuous in my mouth. It seemed different from last night. Maybe because his cock was bigger, maybe because I initiated it, maybe because Mike and Tim were watching behind me I don't know what it was, but it felt different. 

I played with his balls and loved touching his hairless cock while I sucked it. I went sucked him deeper feeling the texture of his cock on my lips. I felt the tip hit my throat and had to stop. Rick put a hand on the back of my head lightly applying pressure as I sucked his cock feeling the veins with my lips and fingers. 

I heard him moan. I wanted to quit to make it last longer, but I was also anxious to feel his cum in my mouth. As he moaned again I sucked with more vigor. I was in heaven playing with his balls and sucking his cock from tip to just below the head. It was so big that was all I could get in.

He moaned again and started cumming. The first squirt hit my throat. I moved his cock almost out of my mouth. The next squirt hit my tongue. I put his cock back in my mouth and sucked him dry. Rick sat back on the bed enjoying the aftermath. I rose from my knees and turned around.

Mike and Tim moved to a bed and were in a comfortable 69. I watched as they both sucked each other. They had their hands on each other's but cheeks. 

I went to the table to mix me a drink. The ice from last night had melted and this was the first drink of the day; so I planned on getting some ice on the way to the pool.

I looked over at Mike and Tim. Their energy was hot. Between sucking each others cock I could hear them moaning. Tim moved. I could tell Mike was cumming as he shot his cum in Tim's mouth. A few seconds later Mike pulled Tim's cock out of his mouth. While Mike masturbated him Tim shot his cum all over Mike's face. 

After Mike washed his face and Tim mixed a drink. We went to the pool. On the way Tim and I stopped at the ice machine to cool our drinks. We stayed in the pool and on the deck until it closed at ten. In between throwing the beach ball around and playing volley ball, I asked Tim,

"You guys have been doing this for seven or eight months. Have you ever done anything anal?"

He looked surprised at the question. After a few seconds to find the right words, he answered,

"The subject came up once, but we all thought it was too taboo."

There was a silence like we were both expecting someone else to say something. Breaking the silence, Tim asked,

"Have you ever done that?"

"No in fact it scares me. I bet it would hurt like crazy."

Mike and Rick got into the conversation. It went a lot of different directions. It was nice to know the limits. 

Going in the room Tim and I mixed a drink. We dried off and checked out our choices for television. We sat back and watched a baseball game for the next few hours. I got so involved in the game I didn't notice everyone else was asleep. I was disappointed. I guess being new to this new life I was hoping something would happen tonight. I put it out of my mind and went to sleep. 

The next morning I was up early. After breakfast and skimming through the paper I went back to the room. Tim was coming out of the bathroom. Mike was watching CNN while sitting at the table. Rick had already showered and went for breakfast. A few minutes after I walked in Rick returned. 

We all packed, Tim and Mike had breakfast and we were almost ready to check out. We still had an hour before the mandatory check out time.

All morning I had been hoping something else would happen to cap off the trip before leaving. Just when I was thinking we were leaving, Tim looked at Mike and Rick and said,

"Hey Andy wants to know what it feels like to have a cock in his ass."

I was speechless I never said that. At the same time I was a little curious. I started to object when Rick said,

"He's not objecting it must be true."

Looking at Mike then at Rick I said,

"No I don't think so. I never said that."

Mike ignored my comment and walked towards me. Standing next to me he pushed me on the bed. When I fell backwards he took my shorts off and said,

"That sounds like the perfect initiation. Don't be scared. We'll go slow."

I don't know if it was curiosity or wondering if they really would that kept from fighting them off. My shoes sox and underwear were next to come off.

I just sat there watching as they all stripped. Rick stood next to the bed with his cock at my lips. Lying on my side I moved my head slightly to take Rick's cock in my mouth. Mike moved next to me near my knees. He went to his knees and started playing with my cock. Tim stepped to the foot of the bed. He moved my legs off to the corner of the bed. 

Tim moistened his dick with spit. Setting it at my tight ass, he started to play. He was in no hurry to put his hard cock in my ass. 

Wondering when the pain of Tim's cock in my ass would begin, I stopped sucking Rick's cock. Realizing he was just playing, I went back to sucking Rick's massive cock. I moved a hand to his ass. Pulling him towards me I tried to trick my gag reflex and swallow his cock. When the tip hit my throat, I pulled back. I went back to sucking him faster and faster. 

I was shocked when Mike started sucking my cock. I lifted my knee and rested my right foot on my left calf muscle to give him easier access. That movement changed the position of my ass. Tim moved to compensate. Again I felt him playing. There was precum moistening my ass. Sometimes while he was playing his head would hit my balls.

All while I was thinking about what was going on at my cock and ass, I was trying to do my best to suck Rick's cock. The more I stretched my mouth to accommodate him, the more I was glad he was at my mouth and not my ass. Moving a hand to his balls, I played with his balls while sucking his cock.

Tim applied more pressure to my tight rear opening. I could feel his cocking slowly spreading my tight ass. I stopped sucking Rick's cock while I waited for the pain. With a slow plop Tim entered my ass. He stopped like he knew what he was doing. As I got used to the pain, he started again slowly going in and out. Once he got a rhythm I started to enjoy it. Feeling more relaxed, I went back to sucking Rick's cock.

I was enjoying the feeling of Rick's cock in my mouth and beginning to enjoy Tim's cock in my ass. Taking Rick's cock deeper and faster, I could tell he was close to cumming. I put a hand on his balls making sure the tip of my middle finger touched his ass. He moaned, sighed and spurted a stream of cum in my mouth. I sucked him deeper and harder to finish him off. 

Tim rammed his cock harder in my ass. With the way he was pumping I sensed he was going to cum. Thinking he was going to cum in my ass, I was surprised when he pulled out and came all over my butt and back. At the same time I started cumming in Mike's mouth as he finished sucking my cock.




The Bike Ride



After Mike let my cock slide from his mouth, I rolled onto my back and relaxed. I looked at the clock on the table between the beds. We had ten minutes before we were going to be charged for another day. I took a two minute shower while Rick went to turn in the key.

I closed the door and met Rick, Tim and Mike at the front of the motel. We started for home. The eighty mile ride gave me a lot of time to think about the weekend. 



The Bike Ride



He was fifteen minutes late she thought to herself as she looked at her watch. All I want to do is go home and relax, where is he? I'll give him five more minutes and then I am calling cab. Just then a motorcycle pulls into the parking lot. Nice bike, maybe I'll ask him for a ride home she thought. 

The man on the bike pulls up in front of her, stops, grabs an extra helmet from behind him and hands it to her. She instinctively reaches for the helmet, pauses in midair, shakes her head and says,

"Sorry! I am waiting for my man."

"It's me babe! Hop on! Let's go!"

She puts the helmet on, hikes up her skirt, straddles the bike behind him and wraps her arms around him. With out a word to her he pulls out of the parking lot and begins driving. They get onto to the highway; well they were definitely not headed home she thought. She hugs him tightly, he pats her hand, and she rests her head against his back to enjoy the ride.

She squirms in her seat, the vibration of the bike starting to get to her. She very slowly starts to rub her hands over his chest, his abdomen, his thighs, and occasionally his crotch. The city is now behind them, they are up in the mountains. The road is not as smoothly paved and with each bump tiny shock waves of pleasure course through her body. I hope he pulls over soon; I can't take much more of this she thinks.

As if reading her mind, he turns off the main road and heads down a heavily wooded lane. As they near the end of the lane, she notices a small lake up ahead and the area seems completely deserted. He stops in a copse of trees, takes off his helmet, reaches behind him, grabs her, and moves her so now she is in front of him straddling the bike. He gingerly removes her helmet, caresses her cheek, runs his fingers through her hair, and then pulls her gently towards him. He kisses her deeply, passionately. She wraps her arms around him just as he wraps his arms around her. 

He continues to kiss her as his hands worshipfully travels over her back, her sides. He begins to deftly undo the buttons on her blouse as her hands wonder lovingly over his chest. He cups her breast and tenderly squeezes. He slides his hand into her bra and frees her breast, then the other. He gazes at them like a man starving would stare at a buffet. He lowers his head to her breasts and begins to suck, lick, and nip at them lightly. She moans and her hands wonder further south, rubbing against his crotch. She begins to undo his jeans, freeing his hard and thick throbbing cock from its confines. She lightly runs her fingers up and down the length of his cock, stopping occasionally to rub her thumb over the head, smearing his pre-cum over it.

His hand skims down her leg and slowly makes its way back up under her skirt. She's wearing the panties that tie on the side; that's my girl he thought to himself. He unties her panties and she feels the cool air caress her hot wet pussy. She moans. He runs his finger over her pussy, touching everywhere but where she really wants to be touched. She whimpers softly in expectation each time he comes close to touching her clit. He looks up into her eyes and she says, 'please.' He gently pinches her clit and slides a finger deep inside of her. Her pussy clinches around his finger, trying to trap him deep within her folds. He slowly pulls it out till it is almost all the way out and adds another finger as he enters again. She moans loudly. He begins to finger-fuck her vigorously all the while sucking, licking, and nipping at her nipples. She can feel the vibration of the bike underneath her ass as shock waves of pleasure begin to course through her body. He feels her pussy clenching his fingers as he continues to thrust them in and out of her, rubbing her clit with his thumb with each upward stroke. He knows that she is on the verge; he looks up into her eyes, and tells her to come.

She whimpers softly and comes on his fingers. He grabs her by the waist, tells her to place her feet on his thighs and to hold herself up with the handle bars. He moves his hands to her ass and lifts her pussy up to his face, licking up her all of her pussy juices. He begins to fuck her with his tongue, his goatee rubbing against her naked flesh. She shudders as another orgasm rocks her body.

"I need to feel you inside of me."

He lowers her back down and she lovingly grabs his cock and guides him to her entrance. She slowly lowers herself down onto him just as his tongue thrusts into her mouth. She can taste her juices; she moans in the back of throat as she completely impales herself on his hard throbbing cock. He kisses her neck and whispers into her ear, "That's it baby, fuck me."

With one hand supporting her back and the other playing havoc with her breasts he continues talking to her; pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She continues to rises up and down on him; her hands on his shoulders supporting herself. Enjoying each shock of pleasure that courses through her body. She moans and tells him she is getting close. He lowers his mouth to one of her nipples and nips it lightly. He grabs her hips and lifts her up off of him. She moans with disappointment. He lightly smacks her ass, tells her to turn around. She complies with all haste as he plays with her pussy. 

She places her feet on the running boards, and presents him with her ass. He grabs her hips, bringing her wet pussy into contact with his throbbing cock. He positions himself at her entrance and thrusts just the tip of his cock inside of her. 

"Is this what you want babe?"

She moans in answer; he thrusts a little deeper and pulls out so just the tip of his cock is inside her pulsing pussy. Holding her by the hips so she can not move, he says,

"Tell me what you want babe."

"You! I want you!"

"You have me babe. Tell me what you want me to do to you." As he slides just a little bit deeper inside of her.

"I want you to fuck me."

"Ask me nicely." Pulling himself almost completely out of her once again. She moans in frustration.

"Would you please fuck me?"

He slams deeply into her, filling her completely once again. Her body shudders in relief. She begins to thrust her hips back towards him, meeting him thrust for thrust. With each thrust, her nipples graze the handle bars, she grabs the throttle, turns it to rev up the engine, feeling the vibration of the bike on her nipples. He reaches around with one hand and begins to play with her clit, alternating between rubbing it and gently pinching it. He knows that she is close because he can feel her pussy begin to quiver. "That's my girl, come for me." Harder and faster he thrusts into her. They both explode together; he pours his cum deep inside of her as her body quakes with pleasure.

After a few moments, he pulls out of her she moans in disappointment and turns around. He kisses her sweetly and says, "Let's go home."

Wylde Aphrodite



The Bike Ride



There is an illicit thrill in riding a motorcycle in the middle of the day that leaves the glamour of evening drag races and gatherings behind. The wind pulling a woman's hair free from her helmet, the glare of the sun through her glasses no matter how dark the shades may be. 

And the feeling of a man's muscle-lined stomach beneath nothing but a t-shirt under her hands. His groin, inches away if she dares to touch it – with everyone around able to see if she does more than just touch. 

Melissa held Flash tightly around the waist, her fingers playing unobtrusively over his abdomen. 

It was supper hour, and the sun was still bright. And he wasn't her boyfriend, just a friend with a bike. But the day was perfect for a ride, regardless of the few dark clouds creeping up behind them. 

And the wind had untangled her hair from her braid and was throwing it back behind her. She could feel the stray red curling strands as they bounced over her bare shoulders. She had worn a simple spaghetti-strapped tank top today, forgetting that Flash would be wearing the expected black leather jacket. 

There would be no subtle pressing of her un-bound breasts against his back today. But still, the sexual tension was there. And as she played her fingers over his stomach, her chin resting just above his shoulder, Mel smiled. 

Suddenly, a raindrop landed on her cheek. Then another. 

She called to Flash. 

"Are we gonna have to stop?" 

"There's no way to stop!" he yelled back to her over the roar of the machine beneath them. 

"But it's raining!" 

"We're fine!" 

Just as he spoke that, the sky opened up a torrential downpour they couldn't compete with. Mel gasped as she felt the bike sliding out from underneath them, twisting and fish-tailing. 

"Okay, okay, we're stopping! Stop clawing me!" Flash said. 

Melissa tried to unclench her fingers from his shirt but she was terrified right up until Flash finally pulled the bike under the nearest overpass and ran it up the slope to the bridge's underbelly. 

Once there, he put the kickstand down and let the monster cool off. Mel climbed from behind him, and he stood up, undoing his helmet and resting it on the handlebars. 

Flash ran a hand through his James Dean styled blonde hair and stood looking out at the rain. It was a real downpour, and he really seemed put out. 

Mel watched him, sitting sideways on the bike's seat. Her tank top had quickly gotten soaked and was clinging to her round breasts. Her short, loose skirt was hiked up her thighs. 

But Flash didn't see a thing. 

"Are you mad?" Mel asked quietly. 

Flash kicked a rock with his boot, watching as it flew out from under the bridge and was quickly lost in the sheet of rain beyond the overpass's edge. 

"Yeah. I just really wanted to show you this place I grew up, ya know?" 

"It's not a big deal. Really." 

"Sure it is," he said moodily, running his hand through his hair again. 

Flash turned around and looked down to where the cars and trucks were easily passing in and out of the rain under the overpass. 

"I wanted to share it with you. There's this really cool spot by this river or creek or whatever. And you can lay down by the water, and the grass is all tall, and no one can see you while you…you know…fuck and stuff." 

Melissa held back a giggle. 

Flash? Trying to be a romantic? How sweet! 

"Well, we can always go there some other time," she offered, undoing her braid so it would get dry. 

Her red locks now hung limply around her bare shoulders, errant curls framing her face and green eyes as she grinned at Flash. Finally, he turned fully towards her, thumbs caught in his jeans pockets as he took her in, from heels to hips to hair. 

"Besides," she said, coyly lifting up the edges of her skirt and then meeting his eyes. 

"Besides what?" 

"Anything we could do there…we could still do…right here…" 

The skirt was climbing higher and higher. Mel bit her bottom lip seductively. Then she spread her legs wider, her hands gripping the edge of her skirt just above her privacy, her head tilted so her slanted eyes gazed right into Flash's. 

"Oh really," he said. 

He began to walk towards her, slowly, his voice low and dangerous. 

Just like Mel liked it. 

"What kinds of things can we do here, Melly?" 

"What did you want to do at the river, Flash?" 

He was close to her now, his face inches from hers. His blue eyes looked at her as he licked his lips and studied her face. 

Mel was shivering, but not from the cold. 

"I wanted to go down on you, Melly. I wanted to taste that sweetness of yours that I keep smelling every time we're together. I know you don't wear panties. I wanted to see for myself. And I wanted to taste you." 

She gulped, faced now with the true ferocity of his desire. It was evident in his eyes, in those raging blue eyes. But she wasn't here with him for nothing. 

"You can do that, here," she said, lifting her chin. 

"I could," he said, looking down at her hands. 

Flash took both her wrists in his one hand and lifted them free of her lap. But Mel clung to the skirt, and it raised with her hands as he lifted them. Soon, he was staring down at her shaven sex. And Mel wondered if he could see her cunt aching and trembling. 

He raised his eyes up again, leaning even closer to Melissa now. 

"Do you want me to, Melly?" he said teasingly. 

"Yes." 

"Yes, what?" 

"Yes I want you to go down on me, Flash." 

Melissa gulped as Flash put a hand down on her sex, stroking the naked mons like it was a kitten. 

"You didn't use your manners. That's not like you." 

She panted as he ran his fingers lower, barely grazing the puffy lips from back to front. 

"Ask me nicely." Flash grinned, then Melissa watched as he licked a finger slowly, in front of her face, then placed it against her lips, tickling. She gasped at the feel of the wet digit teasing over her fur-less labia. 

"Please, Flash," she panted, her hands on the bike seat on either side of her. 

"Please go down on me. I want you to suck me." 

"Alright, if you say so. And so nicely, too." 

Flash was on his knees in front of her in an instant. Melissa looked down as he pushed her skirt high up around her waist and forced her legs wide. 

"You're so sweet down here. I can always smell you, like fresh spring flowers or something. It's been driving me crazy." 

His fingers played with her as he used both hands to stroke and caress Mel's pussy. Then he was prying her open gently, and moving his mouth closer. 

"I think of you so much," he whispered. 

The feel of his hot breath against her inner folds made her pant. He kept speaking as his fingers stroked the insides of her sex now, as if he was reveling in every inch of her pink exposed flesh. 

"I jack off at night, or in the shower in the morning, thinking of doing just this to you. This and other things…but mostly this…" 

Then he was dropping kisses against her slit, against her tiny swollen inner labia. His mouth was gently kissing at her, not licking, not biting, only loving. 

"You smell like flowers, you taste like nectar. I've dreamt of doing this since I first saw you on Hog's bike. And now you're on mine. And I'm getting my dream to come true…" 

Now his tongue came out, and as Mel looked down from above, she watched as Flash began to lap at her. His tongue was long, slender, and attentive as he dragged it gently from the bottom of her crevice, all the way to the top, leaving no fold or curve untouched. 

Then he did it again, from bottom to top. 

"How does that feel, Melly?" She couldn't speak, only moaned as he repeated the gesture. Then he was adding his fingers to her sex. 

"You feel like velvet. You feel soft and pure. But I know you aren't that pure. You've been wanting me, too. And in very impure ways, right, Melly? Right?" 

Melissa nodded. 

Flash looked up at her, pausing in his affectionate loving of her cunt. 

"Say it, Melly." 

"I think a lot of you, too, Flash." 

"Do you touch yourself when you think of me?" 

"Yes." 

"Show me." 

He backed up only slightly as Mel's finger shyly came down to her pussy. She'd never masturbated in front of someone before, and Flash must have realized her hesitation was shame, so he endeavored to make it easy for her. 

"Show me where you think of my mouth, when you touch yourself." 

Mel slowly ran her finger along the edges of her slit. Then, as she pulled it away, Flash put his mouth there, tonguing the swelling inner labia. He looked up at her. 

"Where else?" 

Mel bit her bottom lip and coyly touched along the budding clitoral flesh at the top of her crack. Flash's finger teased next to her own, then he slowly extended his tongue, his blue eyes locked in Mel's as he flicked over her clit. 

"Like that?" Flash asked. 

Mel nodded. 

"Harder? Slower? Faster?" 

Melissa gulped, her face blushing deep and red as she stared down at Flash between her thighs, his fingers stroking her aching, throbbing cunt. 

"Tell me, Melly, or I'll stop. Slower? Faster? Gentler?" 

"Faster…" 

"Show me…" 

Melissa tore her eyes away from his and closed them, as her finger moved over her clitoris. She rubbed it, moving the button around in fast circles, stimulating herself until her shoulders were ready to tremble the flesh from her bones. 

"Oh, I see," Flash said, grinning. 

"Like this – " and he began to flick his tongue quickly over her clit, teasing and tormenting it hard and fast, just like Melissa's finger had been. 

Melissa groaned and was ready to cum until Flash pulled away from her and looked up. 

"Do you imagine my tongue inside you? I know I do. Like this. Are you watching? Look, Melly. Watch me, I'm going to tongue your cunt now…real good…" 

With his eyes on her's, Flash began to approach Melissa's throbbing hole. She held her breath as he neared the tender wet slit. She could feel the heat of his breath as he moved closer, achingly slowly. 

She wanted to grab his head and force him down over her cunt. But he was the one in control here. She waited, breathless and tensed. 

Finally, the wet tip of his tongue touched just inside her walls. The electricity of the touch made her jump, but Flash's hands were on her thighs now. 

He picked up her legs, lifting them up over his shoulders, onto his jacket. Then his tongue dove deeper inside, thrusting suddenly deep inside Melissa's sheath. 

As she almost tilted back off the back, she reached out and grabbed at Flash's hair, gripping him tightly as her head dropped back and her hair hung wetly down to the ground. 

Flash moved his tongue deeper inside her, twisting and turning it. Melissa cried out, and he ran his hands over her stomach, up around her breasts, grabbing at her as he tongue-fucked her cunt. She moaned, crying loudly, squealing as her back arched over the bike. 

Then she was cumming, coating his tongue and lips and mouth. 

"Cum for me, hard, Melly!" he begged. 

And then he was nothing but slurping noises as he suckled and drank from her sex, taking in her nectar as if he could live off of her desire. It took him several moments to lick and lap her dry, but at last, he stood up, pulling her by the waist until she was sitting up halfway straight. 

"I have wanted to do that for so long," Flash said, reaching out to touch Melissa's blushing cheek. 

"I wish you hadn't waited." 

She was breathless, reeling still in the afterglow of the luscious orgasm. Her clit was still quaking between her tightened puss lips and she purposely clenched her thighs tightly closed to make it dance from the pressure. 

"I wanted it to be special." "It was, Flash. But it would have been no matter where we were…" 

"I wanted everything, though. I wanted to lay you down by the river, and make the sweetest, gentlest love to you. Like you deserve." 

Melissa grinned up at Flash then, her mind twisting. 

"Me? Lil Miss Impurity?" 

"You know what I mean, Melly." 

"No, I'm serious, Flash." 

She leaned back a bit on the bike, knowing exactly what she looked like just then. Her shirt was still wet, and was wrinkled from Flash's probing hands. Her skirt was still around her waist, showing off her sweetly plumped pussy. She lifted her chin again and grinned. 

"We're not angels, Flash. And when we make love, we make love like devils. We fuck. It's just a matter of who we choose to do it with that makes it making love." 

He seemed confused, still, but she knew she was having an effect on him. Slowly, Melissa stood up. She purposely hiked up her skirt so it was tightly bunched around her waist. Then, she turned around, leaning on her elbows on the bike seat and looking at Flash over her shoulder. 

He was stunned, staring at her naked, perfect ass facing him. 

"If you want, we can wait for Cupid to come create a lovely English-style bower by your river. Maybe a few rainbows, a few birds chirping." 

She wriggled her ass. 

"Or, you could fuck me like you know you want to, right here. Which do you think is more us?" 

Flash began to undo his jeans, letting them drop only to his knees before he was scooting up behind Melissa's ass and spreading her legs to suit him. 

"Melly. I think I'm in love," he whispered. 

Then he was thrusting hard and vicious inside her. Melissa gripped the bike seat now with her fingers, keeping herself as still as possible as Flash began to fuck her from behind. 

His cock was hard, filling her cunt quickly and stretching her to her limits. 

"I've waited so long for a girl like you. I wanted to fuck you straight off, but I didn't want you to think I was a pig, or a one night stand." 

He grunted, speaking to her in between his fucking and thrusting, as if he had to pour himself out to her while he took her like a beast. 

"I've fucked so many girls. So full of shit and hot air. You're real, Melly. You're a real fucking girl." 

"No," she groaned, feeling her cunt beginning to spasm and clench around Flash's member. "I'm just a girl for fucking. You can love me if you want. I just want you." 

Then Flash was cumming inside her, burying himself deep within as he spurted his seed out. And she was milking him with her cunt, pulling at him and stroking him. 

Finally, the rain was stopping, the sun was shining. And Melissa figured that place by the river would probably still be there, if Flash wanted to go. 

"It might be wet though," he said, revving his motorcycle engine a few minutes later. 

Melissa slipped her arms around his belly, stroking his groin through his jeans. 

"That's okay. So am I." 



The Bike Ride



I find that as I have gotten older I look back on things that I have done in my past. You see I am in my forties now. I still look good. I have long golden brown hair blue eyes and an average build with my 32 c breasts men still look at them instead of me. I am still outgoing and very adventurous.

Yet when I was twenty seven I was even more adventurous. I tended to take dares to the extreme. On one such dare I was seeing a guy with a motorcycle. Now I love riding. You can feel the vibrations throughout your entire body. We were going to go riding for the day. It was in the early summer so it was nice and warm. We were getting ready when he dared me to ride pantiless in a skirt while we were riding. I gave him one of my evil grins that warned it was going to get even more interesting. I tended to amp up the dare. I told him I would even go braless if he would shove his hard cock in me while we rode.

His jaw dropped and he couldn't talk for a moment. He was speechless. I just looked at him with a shit eating grin. I knew he was trying to figure a way we could. Finally he said deal.

I changed into a skirt and took my bra off. He changed out of his jeans into a pair of sweats. We headed out to the garage to figure out the positioning that we would have to get into. His bike had a long flat seat so that would work. He put the bike up on the stand and I climbed on moving up till I was against the tank. He climbed on and slid up behind me.

I could feel his bulge just sitting there I was also starting to get wet. This was going to be fun I thought.

"You will have to lay forward so I can see I think." He said.

I had forgotten about that part at that moment but I leaned forward. "Better?" I asked.

"That should work."

He rocked the bike back and started the engine. I could feel the vibrations begin to move throughout my body. He pushed me all the way forward for a moment and reached for my pussy. "Wet already I see."

"Mmmm." Was all I could answer at that moment. I reached around behind me to find his cock and it was already getting hard. I grasped it in my hand and squeezed. It was getting harder as I ran my hand up to the tip.

He pulled my hand away and lifted my skirt up so he could line it up. Once I felt it near my wetness I pushed back some to impale it in me. Between the vibrations of the bike and the increasing fullness as it grew I was getting wetter. He pulled me up to him and his arm went around my waist and up my shirt till he was fondling my breasts. His lips came up to my ear and he whispered, "I am going to fuck you senseless once we find a spot to pull off the road but first I am going to enjoy the ride and let you just keep building with tension in your body."

Then he used the remote to open the garage doors and headed out the door as he pushed me forward again. We headed down the street and I was surprised that he was taking his time. I knew I was getting wetter by the moment. His cock was stiff as a metal pole already. It was as we got onto a main road and he increased the speed I figured out why he had gone slow at first. He was getting used to having my body splayed out in front of him and also getting comfortable. It couldn't be easy with my body in front of his. I knew I was having trouble in a way with where to put my feet to keep them out of the way, but once I got comfortable it worked well.

I wasn't laying completely on the tank so there was room to move around. We had actually planed on going to the lake. It would make for a good ride. Once we hit the highway the vibrations were making it even more thrilling for me. With his hard cock in me I was liable to have an orgasm before we even got to the lake. I felt one of his hands move up my shirt. I leaned back a little more and made sure my head was off to the side so he could keep his eyes on the road. His hand went up my shirt and found a breast and squeezed. He began twisting my nipple and it just made me squirm against him.

He leaned against my ear and said, "No moving just be still."

I couldn't help but smile. I had the feeling if I moved too much he wouldn't be able to watch the road. I heard a car coming by about that moment and saw a man in it looking at us. I could even see his smile. My boyfriend revved the engine and went around the guy in the car.

I was very wet at this point and his hand moved down and discovered just how much as his finger began to play with my pussy. It was getting harder to just be still. I felt as if the best vibrator in the world was against me yet it was sending the vibrations throughout my entire body.

I can tell you I do not really remember much of the ride because my body was so sensitive that I could only concentrate on what I was feeling. I remember his hand moving between my breasts and my pussy over the course of the ride but not much more. I had seen the landscape on a few occasions before so I wasn't interested in it to be honest.

When we finally arrived at the lake he found us a spot away from anyone. The minute he stopped the bike I was ready to get off and let him have his way with me. He didn't let me move though. He pulled me up against him and hand one hand squeezing my breast as his other hand was moving up across my pussy quickly. "What do you want?" He whispered in my ear.

I was nearly gone by then and just couldn't really think straight. "You."

"Good because I am going to take you over there and have my way with you. Then we will get back on and ride out to eat and then back home where I am going to have you again."

"Yes" Was all I could say. 

He let me off the bike and he climbed off and got a blanket out of one of the saddle bags. He laid it out on the ground and I laid down on it. He leaned down and pushed my shirt up so he could get ahold of my breasts. As his hand would fondle one his mouth found the other. He changed breasts several times before he kissed me and moved into place. His cock was at my entrance and he shoved it all the way in in one movement. Filling me up in a single move. I moaned into his mouth as he kept kissing me. He pulled out till the tip was at the entrance again and then shoved it in again. This time he started building speed up and continued to fondle my breasts as his speed picked up.

Releasing my lips I moaned loudly with each thrust. He was getting faster and faster. Driving his hardness deep within me. I could feel his building pressure as my own was coming to a head as well. I wrapped my feet around his waist and he drove in deeper still and finally exploded in me as my own orgasm broke.

We lay there panting for some time before we both got up and cleaned up some before getting back on the bike. I rode behind him to the restaurant but he insisted I get in front again on the way home. Once we got back to the house he kept me awake for hours before we finally drifted off to sleep.

I don't think I will ever look at a bike the same after that wondrous day riding to the lake and back.



The Bike Ride



My mountain bike was upside down and in pieces round the back of the house and I was bent over it, my arms streaked with oil, making some odd adjustment or other when my mum breezed past me. I closed my eyes and waited for that delicious scent which I knew would inevitably follow in her wake, and...mmm, there it was. Don't ask me to name it, you don't give names to things which defy description. She held a basket of washing to her hip before putting it down onto the grass to prepare it for hanging.

"Mum, we've got this thing called a spin dryer for that. Why are you giving yourself more work?"

"Eddie, if you'd look up from that (I know she wanted to say 'bloody'...) bike of yours, you'll see what a glorious day it is. Believe me, there's nothing more satisfying than the smell of fresh washing drying out in the sun."

I smiled and thought back onto that scent I'd just experienced as she'd passed by, but thought it wiser not to mention it.

"D'you need some help?"

"What?!? Look at you, you're filthy, I'd have to start all over again!"

"Yeah, you're probably right. I'll be out of your hair in a bit though, I'm going to take the bike for a spin later and make sure there'll be no last problems."

That's what I was doing. Myself and a couple of mates, we'd decided we wanted to do an epic bike ride after Uni. The original plan had obviously been to get into the Guinness Book of Records by trying something like biking the whole length of the American coastline, North AND South, but had rapidly adjusted our plans to a leisurely tour of Europe. We were all enthousiastic, but we knew we weren't athletes. So to prepare, we thought we'd do Wales over two or three days during the next week.

Mum was standing there in a dream.

She said, "You remember when your dad and I used to take the gang of you kids out on the train with our bikes to Hayfield and we'd ride around in the countryside and have a picnic and all the sheep would decide they wanted to share in the sandwiches as well?"

She was giggling, my mum, just like a little girl.

Of course I remembered it. My dad had taken photos of mum, in her sleeveless thin summer dress, trying to shoo away the sheep by wafting the bottom of her dress at them. We and the sheep thought this was kind of hilarious so she'd decided to up the ante and chase after them, only to come a cropper by tripping over a branch. Dad, in his infinite wisdom, had decided to preserve the moment for posterity by taking another picture before rushing over to help her up. What a picture. He couldn't have taken a better one if he'd posed her a thousand times over. The look of surprise in her eyes, her hand raised to push back the hair that had come loose over her face, the dress up around her thighs, showing just a glimpse of the white panties we knew she was wearing anyway (that summer dress had been very thin...) and that gorgeous expanse of leg..... I knew the picture by heart, and if for some reason I'd want reminding, I could always look at it again because after dad had died and mum and I had spent an evening going through heaps of old pics and feeling sentimental, we'd come across it.

"Mum, why isn't this one in the album?" I smiled, holding it up to show her. She'd made a grab for it, laughing, and I of course, had snatched my hand away at the last moment.

"Mmmm, now let's see, I remember this. Weren't you in a sheep-shearing contest or something?"

"No, I was trying to swim to Hayfield but the grass was too tall, now gimme that..." And with that she snatched it away, smiled at it once more and replaced it in the heap. Of course it should go without saying that I later returned to the stash, took out the picture and scanned it into my computer before returning it. I really did want to have it as the background on my desktop, but instead, printed off an enlarged copy which I later hung together with the rearview of a lady playing tennis, with no knickers, on my dormroom wall.

Many of my friends were impressed and very interested in who this 'cougar' was. So I took it down because I realised that one day mum might actually come for a visit and my mates would think I'd got the hots for my mum. It wasn't that. At least I don't think it was that. Oh no, I hoped it wasn't that. Was it that?

I think she'd forgotten she was supposed to be hanging the washing, because she remained standing there, lost in thought, rooted to the spot, a cream pillowslip in her hands.

"Mum, I've just had a great thought. We've still got your old bike in the shed. Let me do it up for you and we can go for a ride together?"

She looked up, her train of thought broken.

"What? What!? You kidding? I've not been on a bike for years.."

"But you don't forget mum, it's like, umm, riding a bike... Look, I'll tell you what, let's have a look at it, give it the once-over, and if it's in any nick I'll fix it up, you can give it a run round the block and, I know! Tomorrow - tomorrow we'll go out to Hayfield like we used to, take a few sandwiches and we'll make a day of it..."

Without waiting for an answer I strode off towards the shed where mum's bicycle might be. I say 'might' because over time we'd piled all those things like old chairs and appliances, especially after dad had passed away, into the back, and now I was confronted with a huge mound of – well, junk. But there at the bottom I could just make out part of a wheel. Hopefully the rest of the bicycle was there too, and after half an hour of moving stuff around I found that, indeed, it was.

It was the perfect lady's bicycle - mudguards, no crossbar, handlebars that bent round towards you, with a bell, and a basket for carrying shopping – and flat tyres.....

"See, it's no good, the tyres are perished. And anyway, didn't it used to be red?"

It was now a deep pink, the colour having faded somewhat, but....

"Leave it to me, it's no problem, it's Eddie to the rescue!"

And with that I whipped the bike onto its back and got to work. There really wasn't much wrong that a few squirts of WD40 wouldn't solve, and I went over to the bicycle shop in town and replaced the tyres and inner-tubes with brand new ones.

"Dadah..!"

"Oh, I dunno, I..."

"On you get."

"Maybe I need training wheels..."

"I'm holding it steady, on you get."

With a comical grimace she took hold of the handlebars and stood astride the bike.

"I'm holding it, now up you..."

Before I'd finished, she plonked herself onto the saddle – well, more accurately, onto my hand holding the saddle.... Her bum was warm and soft on my hand, and I felt her cheeks press down on me alternately as she began, slowly at first, to pedal. If she felt my hand there, she didn't mention it.

"Woohoo..!"

She pedalled faster and my hand was left behind in empty space. For some reason I just stared at the hand.

And then suddenly she was turning back towards me, not quite in a straight line, as she used one hand to hold down her skirt to protect her modesty. She headed directly for me and...

"Whoa..!" I laughed as I grabbed the handlebars with both hands and ran backwards. "This thing's got brakes you know.."

She was laughing so much as she came to a halt, and brushed her auburn hair back out of her eyes, lifting her face to the sunlight – wow, deja vu, she looked so lovely, the years slipped away from her.

"Ummm, well?"

"Yes. You know what? Yes! I need a change, I need a....yes, let's do it..."

So it was decided. That evening we pored over maps together and looked at the train schedules, we packed sandwiches, we lay together shoulder to shoulder on the carpet, each with a glass of wine, making the final preparations. And then we were ready. We got up. Nothing to do but... I hugged her tightly and kissed her on the cheek.

"Mum, we're going to have a great old time tomorrow. It's going to be fun."

"Ooh," she smiling, "I've not been hugged like that for ages..."

Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it wasn't.

"Goodnight mum. Should I put the alarm?"

"No I don't think so. I'm really looking forward to this now, I'll be wide awake with the birds."

She kissed me on the cheek. "Goodnight Eddie."

I lay awake in my bed that night going back over what had happened, enjoying again the feel of her bum on my hand, her rejuvenated face in the sunlight, the hug, her....

"Wake up sleepyhead, the sun's up and you're not."

One train and a local bus later, we were out into the winding lanes of the Peak District, the sun shining, the birds doing what birds do and, well, suddenly all seemed right with the world. We cycled easily, side-by-side most of the time because there was very little traffic except for the local stuff, and we both smiled idiotically at one another when we caught each other's glances. Occasionally I'd drop behind her in order to shield her from any car approaching from the rear, and then I'd look her over, my mum, just enjoying life, finally.

Her shoulder-length hair was held back with a band, her shoulders almost bare with only the thin spaghetti straps of her flowery dress stretching over them. Underneath her dress she wore a strapless white bra. Just like last time, she'd chosen her dress 'so I don't sweat like a pig'. She'd said it would be a good opportunity to get a tan, since she wasn't one to just lie out in the back garden in a bikini. That was why she also rode bare-legged. Of course I noticed. And, it seemed, so did a group of other cyclists passing in the opposite direction, almost resulting in a couple of collisions. Apparently they also thought she looked hot.

Coming over one of many rises, we saw the road stretch out in a straight line below us down into the valley. We were a bit tired after the climb (not so much me, after all I'd got so many more gears on my bike), and my mum was breathing heavily, making the front bodice of her dress swell with each intake of breath – but looking down the road we knew we'd be able to coast down it and pick up a bit of speed maybe to take us up over the next rise......We understood each other perfectly and pushed off together down the hill.

Now city dwellers are blithely unaware of what goes on in nature, and for some reason they don't know that running water tends to take the easiest, usually the lowest course to flow along. Thus as we soared down the road at top speed, we suddenly became aware of a silvery glistening strip crossing our path at the bottom. We glanced nervously at one another and then with big grins, took our feet off the pedals, spread our legs and went surging through the ford. The water rose up in huge arcs around us, my mum's soaking me from head to toe and mine doing likewise to her.

We came to a gasping, spluttering, shaggy-dog-shaking stop on the other side. We just looked one another over and burst out laughing. I knew I probably looked a sight, but my mum, she was like a drowned fish – a lovely doe-eyed drowned fish with the water droplets sparkling off her smooth skin, her hair flattened and dripping, and her dress... plastered to her body and amazingly transparent.

She may as well have been wearing a sheer negligee for any good the dress did in covering her.

Her...

"Eddie..."

bra showed the intricate little lace pattern adorning the top over which her bosom spilled.

The areolas clearly defined under the stretched fabric. And further down....

"Eddie...!"

Her tiny panties taut over her mound, in the middle of which a groove...

"EDDIE...!!"

"Uh?"

"Stop gawping like a ... look, we've got to dry ourselves off, so maybe now'll be a good time

for those sandwiches? At least if they're not a soggy mess..."

"Uh? Oh, yeah, let's, um, let's, um, let's... no, I wrapped 'em in greaseproof paper..."

There was a gap in the hedge by the side of the lane, so we wheeled our bikes through it, mum first and, oh God, the view from the back! The tiny white triangle of panty bounced and bobbed as we made our way through the gap and into the field. There were a couple of trees hanging over what had opened out into a lively brook, so we made our way over to the bank.

"We've got to dry off. Put the blanket down over there in the sun and take your shirt and pants off. It's nice and warm but we'll be shivering if we stay in these wet things."

And with that, she laid the bicycle to one side, crossed her arms and pulled the dress over her head.

I opened the blanket out and stood back up. I undid my belt, unzipped my shorts and dropped them to the ground. I took my T-shirt in both hands and drew it up over my chest. I managed to extricate my head from the neck of my shirt to find my mum staring at me in the way I imagine I'd been staring at her just a few moments earlier, her gaze focussing on my boxers where...uhuh....

"Er, the sandwiches, I think I've got them in one of my bags, but you've got the thermos with the coffee and... mum?"

"Oh, the thermos, sure, let's see now..."

And with that she busied herself preparing our picnic, seemingly very intent on the design of the plastic plates.

The preparations took only a few minutes, but that was sufficient time for mum to gather herself together and face me, kneeling upright on the blanket.

"Eddie, I... Eddie..." She had a small smile on her face which expanded into a broad grin.

"We're a right couple of wassocks, aren't we? I, haha, back there, I really wanted to jam on the brakes but, I don't know, I just couldn't... I could see it coming towards me like in slow motion and... whoosh..!" She flung up her arms and spread her fingers and "Spladoosh! Wurgh! All over me...!" Her fingers spiralled down over her body, "But you, you looked so shocked... Like you were asking yourself 'what the hell just happened to me?' But you weren't getting any answers. Oh, haaaaahaaahaaa...!!" She rolled on her back convulsed in laughter, clutching her stomach, "It was sooo funny..!" The epitome of 'rotflmao'....

But she'd broken the tension. We laughed and chatted easily as we downed the coffee and sandwiches, and after that we lay back on the blanket in the sun and let it bake us dry.

Maybe I fell asleep to the droning of the bees and flies, but my nose tickled and - I opened my eyes. Mum was crouched over me with a long blade of grass which she was now using to caress my cheek. She replaced it with a kiss, her breast squeezing up against my bare chest as she did so.

"Come on, we've got places to see, nooks and crannies to explore..." She looked like she was considering what she'd just said but then shrugged and bent over to pick up her dress, her bum cheeks seeming to give me a little wave in so doing ...

"Why don't you leave your shirt off, Eddie? You've got a great body and I noticed you can do with a little sun. I mean, you know, all that studying..." Had my mum been sussing me out while I dozed?

But I did as she said and stuffed my shirt into one of the side bags.

Then we were off again, and it was getting to middle afternoon, though I wished I could have halted time on this day and played it over and over.

Mum now seemed to be in her element, and started swinging her bike from left to right, singing along to herself, something about raindrops falling on her head. I was easily pedalling behind her, savouring the pleasures of being her spectator, when a deep roar emerged from round the bend. A flash of racing green suddenly appeared in the middle of the road just as mum's swing also took her into the middle.

It was a confused second. The sportscar swerved frantically to the side, mum swerved as well, losing control of the bike and careening off the side of the road. The driver didn't stop. I watched the taillights of the car disappear over the hill with an added burst of acceleration, then turned back to where mum had disappeared. Mum? I couldn't see her. I could only see the rear wheel of her bike on its side turning lazily, but where was mum?? I frantically dropped my own bike and raced over to the edge. There she was, sprawled in the ditch, arms and legs at all angles. I shimmied quickly down to her, tears already beginning to swim in front of my eyes. I took her head as gently as possible into my arms and wiped away the hair and blood and brought my face close to hers.

"Mum! Mum! ... oh God, mum...!"

Her eyes flickered open and she seemed to look in all directions at once before focussing on me.

"Wha... wh....?"

She brought up a scraped hand to my face and tried to wipe away the tears which were now freely flowing down my cheeks. Then she lifted her other arm around the back of my head and pulled me down to her chest.

"What the fuck just happened?"

"A car... fucking idiot didn't stop.... the bastard.... you're OK now... you OK? Jeez. Hold on, don't move..."

"I don't think I can."

I scrambled back up to my bike and took out the first-aid pack I'd thought to bring along and then scrambled back down to her.

She was rubbing the side of her head.

"Don't move. Look, mum, we've got to see what condition you're in, so just don't move, OK?"

"OK boss.... be gentle..." She closed her eyes, but I knew she might have concussion so I couldn't let her lose consciousness. I slapped her a couple of times on the cheek.

"Stay with me, all right? Stay with me. I need you awake.."

"Ow, that hurt...."

"I'm going to look you over, see what the damage is.."

Did I see her actually smile when I said that?

But now I was totally concentrating on the job at hand. The blood turned out to be mostly superficial, from her right leg and arm. I had her move all her joints. I pressed into her back and into her stomach and asked her did it hurt? could she feel what I was doing? was there pain here? there? her ribs maybe? Only her ankle. It wasn't broken, but she'd twisted it. I sat back.

"I think you can try and sit up now."

"Thanks, doc."

"Look, there's another stream back there. Thank heavens we're in the Peak District, they seem to have streams all over the show. I'm going to bring some water and get you cleaned up a bit and we'll get some iodine on those scrapes.."

I went to get the thermos from her pack, but the glass inside had splintered in the crash. So I took a couple of plastic cups. When I got back she was still sitting in the ditch but she'd taken her dress off and was examining herself, trying to look under her arm and behind her.

"Let me do that."

I didn't think twice and unhooked her bra and pulled the side of her panties down over her hip. There was a long scrape down the side of her body. I went to work with my T-shirt which I used as a towel to wipe her clean, and then dabbed iodine into the injuries with cotton wool. As I worked, my eyes were drawn to her breasts. She wasn't covering them and I was surprised at how firm they seemed to be, very little sag, and the nipples, pointing...maybe she was cold? shock, maybe?

I looked up. She was watching my face. She was smiling.

"Come here."

She held out her arms and I fell into them, my face pressed up against her breast, her nipple oh so close to my mouth - I could stick out my tongue.... She kissed the top of my head. I kissed her breast.

I lifted my head away from her and we both looked into one another's eyes, then fell back into a tight hug. We stayed like that for a minute or so, and then reason prevailed. Mum, all business, said,

"I'm going to try and stand now but you might have to catch me if I fall..."

With that, using my shoulder as a crutch, she levered herself up and tried to put her weight on both legs. She immediately lifted her right foot off the ground.

"Ow, no, it's too sore. What can we do?"

It was a strange sight. She was leaning there against my shoulder wearing only her panties, and even they had been lowered at one side so that I could tend to her.

She was looking at me enquiringly. I was looking into her face, but my mind was taking in her lovely body.




The Bike Ride



A light flashed on in my head.

"Your bra - give me your bra, it's elasticated, so we'll wrap it round your ankle a few times to keep it in place just like an elastic bandage!"

"You are a genius."

She sat back and lifted her leg gingerly onto my lap. I got to work wrapping the bra around the ankle, very conscious of the fact that if I raised my eyes I would have a view right up into the crotch of her panties...

"Maybe we should use my panties to tie it in place?"

I looked up into her smiling face.

"No, it'll be fine, it's got the hooks and clasp that you normally use for fastening it.... good idea though.."

I looked up at her, smiling.

"There, that should do it. But you might have trouble putting your shoe on."

"If I don't tie the laces it should be OK...."

She stood up again, and remained standing.

"I'm suddenly aware that I'm almost completely naked."

"Yes."

"Does it bother you?"

"No. How could it? You're totally beautiful..."

She seemed to consider this, and then said,

"Well other people might not see it that way, especially as I'm going to have to put that ripped dress back on without my bra. People will think I've been raped. And these things are going to make a pretty sight.."

She looked down at her breasts and cupped the two of them from underneath and lifted them. Then she brushed a blade of grass off one of them - it was such a natural action and I was hooked.

"You can wear my T-shirt over the dress if you like.."

"We'll see, but for now let's see what our situation is?"

"How do you mean?"

"How's my bike?"

"Oh, that."

It didn't take more than a single glance to know that the bike wouldn't be going anywhere soon - the front wheel was completely buckled and the front fork was also bent out of shape.

"Mmm, do you remember singing 'Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head' just before the crash?"

"No.."

"Well I think we're going to have to do the modern version of the bike scene from that movie - I'm going to have to carry you sidesaddle..."

"Oh..."

We transferred all her stuff over to my bike and I sat astride it, ready to take her on board.

"Your transport awaits, Madam..."

"Oh, how do I..?"

She tried to mount the bicycle from the front, but I stopped her, turned her round, circled her with my arms and heaved her up onto the crossbar, my arms clasped together underneath her breasts.

"Wow, ooh, you're so strong..."

She put both her hands onto the middle of the handlebar and I pushed us off, my nose taking in the scent of her hair as it blew back into my face. I took one hand off the handlebar and brushed her hair to one side so it wouldn't obscure my vision.

"Oh, sorry, let me do that..."

She took one of her hands off the bar to hold her hair close to her neck. The bike wobbled slightly but righted itself. I didn't return my hand to the handlebar, but, instead, wrapped it around mum's stomach. I could feel her breathing as the air went in and out. She leaned back into me.

"Raindrops keep..."

"...falling on my head"

"and just like a....wassock?"

"like a guy whose..."

"Well you know the movie, I don't....."

"Well only from the TV, I didn't see the original......"

And so it was that, half an hour or so later, we rode into a small village. I left the bike with my mum inside a bus shelter and strode up its only street to the general supermarket. It had small amounts of everything. I received a bit of an odd look from the middle-aged woman behind the counter as I bought the bra and a packet of panties and a blouse and skirt which I thought might fit mum, and also more cotton wool and bandages as an afterthought, but otherwise I returned to her without incident.

"Here you go, try these for size.."

"Well, not exactly my style but I'll reward your bravery for buying them..."

I stood on the outside of the shelter to protect her from any prying eyes as she, first, pulled on the skirt under her dress. Then she lifted the skirt from the back and whipped off her panties and placed them in my hand. They were warm.

I'd bought her a box of three...

"Ruby red, virginal white or, mmm, sexy black, all of them ever so slightly transparent..?"

"You've seen me in white, so let's go for the black?"

"Wise choice Madam. You have something planned for the evening?"

I wished I could have taken that back, but mum only laughed.

"Ha, if only..."

The bra was a different proposition. She had to take her dress off to put it on. She could have turned her back to me but she didn't. Her breasts jiggled as she played with the straps and put her arms behind her to fasten it.

"Let me..."

And she did, She turned round and lifted her hair so it wouldn't get caught, and I fastened the bra for her.

"Mmmm, Eddie, it's a perfect fit. How did you know my size?"

"Oh, er, ... now the blouse?"

I took the blouse out of the bag and silently put her arm through one of the sleeves, then the other, and then I fastened it for her at the front, the backs of my fingers resting against her bosom.

"There you are - a real schoolma'am ...."

"You need a good spanking."

It was now getting fairly late. The accident had set us back quite a bit and I wasn't really sure how we should make our way home from here since we'd deviated from our original route and, of course, I'd left our maps in a side pocket of mum's bag on her old bike.

We could either become hysterically frantic or we could say 'c'est la vie'. We chose the latter. We didn't get back on the bike - or rather, I didn't get back on the bike. We rolled along the main street of the village, with mum sitting on it and me pushing it along with one hand, while my other hand was holding onto mum's on the handlebar.

There was a pub. A pub! The village pub. I stopped pushing.

"Mum, I'm sorry, look, let's have a short rest and a drink and a meal here. It's probably a bit late for a bus to anywhere, and anyway we've got to sort you out properly and get your injuries looked at. And then there's your bike... and any bus that might come along probably won't have room for my bike. So what do you say? "

"I say that you're in charge, love..."

'love'..? It was a familiar friendly expression around our parts, but still, to hear her say it....

We parked the bike by the front entrance and went through into a large, wooden-panelled lounge, my mum leaning on me for support.

Behind the bar, a friendly barmaid's face looked up and then clouded over as she saw my mum was having a few difficulties.

"You alright there, love? (I told you...) You need any help?"

"No, we're fine thanks, just got our bikes tangled further back down the road but we're OK."

Having ascertained that there was no need for concern, she came over to our table to wipe it clean and ask us what we wanted to drink. I needed a good beer and mum asked for wine. What she really wanted, she said, was a triple Scotch, but had second thoughts about the effects of excess alcohol after her mishap. They also had a good menu, so we ordered a hearty meal.

"And do you do rooms? Is there a room for the night?"

There, I'd said it.

I glanced over to mum who had her eyes lowered, and then back at the beaming face of the barmaid who said it must be our lucky day because someone had just cancelled.

I then returned my gaze to mum who put her hand over mine and just smiled to the girl, "That's really lovely, thanks."

So we ate and we chatted and we drank. The pub started to fill up. I even recognised the cashier from the supermarket, probably dropping in for a tipple before returning to yet another night in front of the telly. She looked twice at me, and then at mum and then turned to whisper something to her mate who glanced over at us and laughed.

Then suddenly the barmaid had a spare moment for us and asked if we'd like to see the room. I accompanied her upstairs, since it would be an effort for mum, and I wanted to minimise any weight on her leg. Hey, it was cosy and like something out of a couple of centuries earlier, a huge high bed with a thick eiderdown, and a half-timbered ceiling. I looked under the bed for the chamberpot and the barmaid laughed.

"Contrary to first impressions, we do have all mod-cons, even wifi...! Will you need any help bringing your wife upstairs?"

She looked at me enquiringly, without a hint of malice.

"Oh, no...no.... it's part of the marriage contract that I do all the heavy lifting..."

She laughed, gave me the key and wished us a very pleasant stay.

Back down in the bar, mum glanced over to me, one eyebrow raised.

"Well? comfy?"

"Yeah, very cosy indeed mum, er, I mean...oh, there's just one thing - I can't call you 'mum' anymore..."

"Oh, why's that?"

"Umm, 'cause apparently we're married..?"

"Me? To you? Us?"

I nodded.

She looked into space for a moment, one of those dramatic moments where it could have gone either way, then turned to me, reached over and placed her hand in mine. Her face was deadly serious.

"Do you promise to love, honour and obey, in sickness...?"

"I think I've shown you I can do the sickness bit..."

"True. What about the other bits?"

"Look, we're only just married..." a smile. "Let me get used to it first..."

"Alright then, let's have a look at the marital suite then, shall we?"

She placed both hands on the table and levered herself upright. The barmaid smiled at us as we hobbled out of the lounge and into the stairwell. I looked up. A lot of stairs. I took a deep breath and scooped mum up into my arms, her arm over my shoulder and her laceless shoe dangling off her foot. The first effort was not a success. The stairs were quite narrow.

"I think people were thinner in the Eighteenth Century." She put both arms round my shoulders.

I let her down gently, then said, "Fine, in that case there's nothing else for it."

And with that, I bent down, grabbed her by the wrist, pulled her arm across my back and hoisted her over my shoulder, a fireman's lift. She let out a shriek and then a laugh, or more of a cackle. Then she slapped me on the ass.

"Giddy-up..."

The door into the lounge was of ordinary glass, and as I started to carry her upstairs, the sound of muted laughter rose behind me. Did my 'wife' actually wave to her audience..?

Upstairs, I'd left the room unlocked, so I used my elbow to turn the handle, and then...

"Over the threshold..."

I whacked her one on the bum, staggered into the room and threw her onto the bed. She almost disappeared into the softness of it.

I threw myself down beside her.

We looked at one another and started laughing. Then...

"It's been a strange day, unusual..." she whispered.

"The day's not over yet..." I whispered back.

Why were we whispering? Because it was such an intimate moment, lying there, her nose almost touching mine...

"There's more? They poisoned the wine..?"

Giggles... and as we laughed our noses touched. I rubbed my nose back and forth across hers a few times....

"Eskimo..."

"You cold?"

I heaved the eiderdown over us and we were enclosed in its cocoon.....

It was dark. I rubbed up to her nose again. Then my hand followed and my index finger traced the contour of her nose down towards her mouth, around her lips...then between her lips...and she was licking it while I was kissing her nose....then I added a couple more fingers and she was licking them too, taking them into her mouth... she had one hand under my T-shirt, fingers splayed circling my nipples.....then I replaced my fingers with my lips...and my tongue licked hers...and then each tongue was swirling around in the other's mouth...my arms were around her, hers around me ...we were trying to become one person.... we were blind using only our sense of touch..... a lot of fumbling ..some tearing.... A belt being yanked open...some buttons popping... a bra lifted up over those soft mountains... a skirt, down the legs, the unmistakable sound of a zip, a warm hand inside my pants ....then both her panties and my boxers were round our ankles.... We came up for air.

And dove back under again.

I cupped the cheeks of her bum wondering at its smoothness...my mouth and teeth and tongue on her shoulder her neck her breasts...her one hand up and down my back as far as my butt...the other one grasping my dick...then we were madly exploring this new landscape from all angles... our positions became inverted and I found my face up against her prickly mound.. my tongue delved into the slit just as a warm hot wet sensation engulfed me below as my member was drawn into the chasm of her mouth....she was swallowing me whole and squirming as my tongue sought out the most sensitive area of her cunt, my hand on her bum pressing the cheeks inward and outward... I made my tongue erect and pushed it in and out with increasing speed, just as she was doing to my dick..... she whimpered and shook...I tensed and felt the surge of my cum, oh so much cum, into her mouth ...and still my tongue was going in and out of her like a jackhammer and my face became flooded with her juices....

Then we were suddenly gentle with one another, licking one another, exploring one another's body with kisses and licks... on our bellies, on our bums, on our necks...and finally our mouths were kissing again, her juices mixing with my cum.....

I threw the eiderdown off the bed – I had to feast on this in all its splendour.

She lay there wantonly open to my eyes as I knelt between her legs, her arms raised as in surrender, her legs open, her eyes watching me. As I lowered my gaze to the parting of her legs, she slowly moved them further apart as though she was doing the splits in slow-motion. I looked back up into her face and she was staring at me intently. Then an almost imperceptible nod.

"And obey....."

She reached up and took hold of my shaft, the very action producing an instant reaction, and guided it down towards her waiting cunt. It slipped in to the already lubricated hole so easily and glided right up to the hilt. And then I slowly withdrew almost to the tip, supporting myself on my hands, before plunging back in, watching her mouth open and her face register both shock and joy. Then her feet were locked behind me, her arms at my neck, pulling me down. We fucked like there was no tomorrow, our sweaty bodies sliding against each other. I didn't know if her cries were from my actions or from her wounds – but neither of us could have stopped anyway. I lifted her up with her legs still round my waist and held her against the wall, pummelling her into it. She held my shoulders back and we both watched in ecstasy as my cock drove in and out of her, in and out and it was a blur as we came in unison. I held her tightly there against the wall, her legs still round me, kissing every inch of flesh I could reach with my mouth and tongue. Then I carried her back to the bed, with her wiping the sweat out of my eyes.

We lay on the bed, my head resting on her stomach, my fingers drawing lazy circles round her nipples, which reacted by standing proudly. I whispered,

"I've always thought you were one of the sexiest people on the planet."

"What?"

Out loud,

"I'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU WERE ONE OF THE SEXIEST PEOPLE ON THE PLANET."

"I know."

"You know? How can you know?"

Well, you remember that photo your dad took of me that time at Hayfield, where I'd fallen over? We'd both been looking at it..."

"Yessss..."

" well that night after you'd gone up to bed, I took it out again..."

"Yesss...?"

" And it had been misplaced – I'd put it back with the others from that trip, but when I came to look at it again, it was underneath a picture of your granddad wearing his war medals..."

"Oh.."

"I didn't think too much of it, but then later I had to go and visit your Aunt Jessie who was ill and lived not far from the Uni. When I came from her place, I thought I'd surprise you and we'd go for a coffee in the refectory...."

"Aha...?"

"I asked one of the students where your dorm room was and he took me all the way there. He was very nice..."

"I'll bet.."

"Anyway I knocked but you weren't there. The room was open so I walked right in and I saw myself in this huge poster...."

"I..I..."

"I didn't want to embarrass you so I turned round and left."

"You're angry..."

"Angry? Why on earth should I be angry? It's not everyone gets to be a Poster Girl, haha..."

There was a light tap at the door. I quickly grabbed my boxers and stumbled as I drew them on. I took my T-shirt and threw it over my head. It was inside-out. Mum was giggling.

I opened the door a notch. It was the barmaid.

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you, but we're just closing up downstairs in the pub. Your bike is still out the front with a couple of bags attached. I thought you might need them? You can put the bike round the back if you want to..."

"Oh, yeah, thanks, I'll see to it right away, thanks..."

Her smile was wider than before as she walked away.

I righted my clothes, pulled on my pants, gave mum a kiss on her left nipple and went down to retrieve the bags.

Most of the rest of the night was spent with me changing the dressings on mum's injuries, for which she had some novel ways of rewarding me.

Then we were screwing again.

During one of our breaks, she turned to me and said,

"Eddie?"

"Mmm...?"

"You know you're going to have to go back to that supermarket again and buy me some new clothes?"

She held up a torn blouse and skirt.

"The cashier should like that..."

"And Eddie..?"

"Mmm...?"

"You're going to have to start calling me 'Sue'...."



The Bike Shop



I was crazy to go to work for her. She was loud, abrasive, and had a low opinion of the male sex.

I didn't know that when I applied for her bike tech job, of course. I needed a new bike in the worst way, and faked a resume about my bike mechanic skills. I had some, actually, just not all the experience I put on the resume.

Sharon was tall and mean. Twenty-two and experienced beyond her years. Married and divorced at twenty. Fought her dad and mom and got thrown out of the house at eighteen. These were things I didn't know the morning I went to apply for the job, or maybe I wouldn't have been so eager.

The shop was a hole in the wall in an alley. Crammed to the ceiling with bikes. New, old, working, non-working. She took one look at me and laid it on the line. "Kid, you faked most of this resume, but I'm desperate. Get your ass in the shop here and go to work. We'll talk tonight about whether you have a job or not."

Ten hours later, I was falling down tired, but thirty bikes were repaired, and twenty of them had gone out the door with happy owners. With the shop closed, I was trying to tidy up some of the mess and get the work organized. She came out of the office and looked at me.

"You did more today than both of the last two guys. You want a job?"

"I'm still in school until graduation in a month, but I can work four hours school days, and all day Saturday and Sunday."

"Ten dollars an hour to start. Fifteen after a week if you can keep it up like you did today. You want a beer?"

I nodded and we went in her tiny office, which was as bad as the shop. Paper everywhere. She dug two beers out of the refrigerator.

We sipped the cold liquid and stared at each other. "You'll find out I'm bad to work for. Don't know shit about this business. But my body lives for biking and this is the only way I can live and bike too. 

"I don't want wages, I want a new bike. A good one. And a chance to ride with you."

"A racing bike for you is two or three months wages. If you don't have that much patience, there are a couple of my castoffs in the back you can fix up and use if you want."

I was a greasy mess when I got home, and late for dinner. Mom and Dad were going out, so she put something in the oven and said not to get near her until I was clean. My sister was in college and I was the only child at home. We got along ok, although they wanted me to study harder and bike less. Standard parent worries.

I cut PE, my only class after lunch on Mondays, and showed up at the shop by one. She had taken in a dozen bikes that morning, and sold two new ones. I spent some time rearranging the mess, so there was a display area for the new bikes, a work area for the light repairs, and a bigger space in the back for serious repair and wrecks. She wrote everything in longhand on tags, but of course no one knew what had been promised. I asked if it was ok for me to bring in the extra pc from home and put the tag info into it. She shrugged and went back to the office.

I managed to get all the bikes promised for Tuesday and Wednesday done that afternoon, and started on a couple with bent frames. She didn't have the jigs we needed and said money was real tight when I asked about getting them. I told her my friend Boris worked at a big shop across town and they might have some we could get as loaners and pay off later.

When I went to check out, she was looking sad and held up a letter. It was from the bank, giving thirty day notice on her loan because of missed payments. "I feel like crying, but I'm too beat for that." We were about the same size, and when I pulled her up for a hug, we fit together real nice. She resisted for a moment, and then relaxed into my arms. "God, Alex, no one has hugged me in an age."

"Sharon, this will work. My tennis coach says deadlines are for focusing attention. The bank has our attention and we have thirty days to turn this shop around."

She stood back and said, "Holy shit, where did that come from? You're really getting in bed with me in this mess?"

She realized what she had said and blushed. "Sorry, didn't mean it that way."

I pulled her back into my arms and kissed her ear and said, "You got a boyfriend?"

She kept her arms tight and said, "No decent guy would have me. I'm damaged goods, and nasty besides."

"I'm too young for you, but we are going to pretend we are dating. Got that? Now kiss me."

There was a wild look in her eyes, but she did it. A much nicer kiss than I got from Amy, my sometimes friend at school. I smiled at her and said, "More tomorrow!" and dashed for home.

I caught my dad at breakfast the next morning and said, "Dad, that lady I'm working for got a letter from her bank saying they were calling her loan because of late payments. What can she do? I like working for her."

"Alex, the simple answer is get her loan payments up to date. There are more complicated options, but you would have to show me some of her numbers. Would she let you do that?"

"I'm working after school. I'll see. Thanks for helping."

When I got to the shop after school that day, I had the laptop. Sharon read me the info from the tags and I made a simple WIP file that could be sorted by work order number, last name, due date, and status. When I had to leave for dinner, I told her my dad was a financial executive and might be able to help us with the bank, if we could look at her numbers.

She stared at me wide eyed and said, "Every day seems to be a new day with you, Alex. Sure you can look at my numbers. I don't understand half of them besides the bank balance."

The kiss was just as nice as yesterday. "I think I like getting paid in kisses." She punched my arm as I left.

The rest of the week was a blur of bikes and numbers and ever hotter kisses. Friday night my folks were gone again, and I asked her to dinner. 

"My god, Alex, a date? A real date?"

"Yeah. And you have to wear a dress, too. I am using my leftover Prom money to take you to The Grotto. My car is not much, but it will get us there. I'll be back in half an hour."

I had discovered that biker girl was living in her van, parked outside of the shop, and showering at the neighborhood gym, where she traded bike tuning for showers.

When I showed up, Sharon was a new woman. The dress was midnight blue and showed curves on her lean body. Her chest was surprisingly full considering how much exercise she got. I kissed her lightly and said, "Hi."

"Hi yourself. I'm crazy to be doing this."

I took her hand as we walked to the car. "If you are going to date again, you can't be putting yourself down."

I helped her in, which got me a smile.

I continued as we drove away. "You win bike races, you own a bike shop, you love what you do even if it's not enough to live on yet. You've got this young kid working for you who knows his way around bikes and is taking you to dinner. Life is not all bad."

"God damn it, Alex, stop making me feel good. I'm supposed to be a miserable wreck." She took my hand and kissed it. Her eyes sparkled.

We talked racing over dinner. She ordered one glass of wine to stay out of trouble with the waitress, and I got sips. The fresh salmon was really good. 

She rode two hours every morning, followed by a workout at the gym and her shower. She opened the shop at nine-thirty. She was in her bag in the van by nine. She was Bay Area and state champion in her age group, and within a minute of overall champion. This was some woman I was working for. I wondered why she had men trouble.

She promised me coffee and ice cream at "her place." I parked behind the van and she led me inside. A refrigerator and a coleman, and a small collection of china and utensils. The shelf with a futon and a bag on it was the only place to sit.

She poured us a glass of something and handed me a bowl. "Your date has this classy apartment. Most guys don't get invited here." She laughed and laughed. I leaned in and traced her lips with a cold tongue. "Hey, it beats the front seat of my car with a console between us."

She curled us up and said, "We have to talk."

I kissed the back of her neck and said, "Yes."

"You are getting to me. This is bad."

I moved the hand that was around her up to a small breast and kissed her neck again.

"Stop that. I'm not used to making out. The only guy I was ever serious with cheated on me before we were even married a year."

"The course of true love..."

"Now Shakespeare! I'm going to cry. You are too goddamn nice to me."

I did have a sniffling female in my arms. She turned and gave me a tender, teary kiss.

"Are we going to get physical?"

"I hope so, but not right here. I don't screw in anything less than a king size bed."

She tried to beat on me, but I kissed her again. "You lead a very programmed existence. Not much room for a man."

"How come you sound so grown up? Maybe I need to make a hole in my life for a man like you." 

"My parents are very list oriented, and I have the habit too. What if we do a list for Sharon, and on the list is a line that says, 'Make room for a man in my life.' But there are some items higher on the list."

"Tell me." Her pink tongue was out and playing with mine. My hand was still on her breast and she was not removing it.

"The first item is get the bank off your back and build a financial base under the shop. The second item is take a small business course and figure out what you have to do to earn a decent living that lets you pay for an apartment."

"And?"

"The next item is watch out for Alex. He might get frustrated and kidnap you somewhere for an orgy."

"Hmm. Now we are getting to the good stuff." She closed her eyes and I realized I needed to get out of there. I did not have permission to pull an unannounced overnight. Especially with an older woman I happened to work for.

I kissed her again and said, "Your date has to play Cinderella. His folks will send out the cops."

"Darn. You've hardly got to first base yet."

"I have a feeling loving with you gets past the bases real fast."

"I shouldn't tell you this, but tonight is the first time I've ever been on a date with a guy who could talk about biking with me, take me to a nice place, and not attack afterwards."

"Maybe I can fill in small holes around the edges."

"Oh yes. You already are. Now go, before I start taking your clothes off."

Saturday turned into a twelve hour day. Sharon was energized by my energy, and bagfuls of paper and other junk were carried out of the office all day long. In the shop, I ended up calling a dozen customers, who had almost given up hope, to tell them their bikes were finished. When the doors closed at five, she had her arm over my shoulder, offering a beer and saying, "The women want to know who is the hot guy working on their bikes."

In the office, she got me against the wall and said, "I shouldn't have let you get away last night. I was ready to call your mom, but anything I would have said would be so awful!"

"Yes. Awful. So you are interested in some loving with this younger man who just showed up?"

"Just showed up and turned my life and my shop upside down."

I whispered in her ear, "I want you, but I don't want some random fuck in the back of a car."

"Alex! You think I am that kind of girl?" She tried to beat on me, so I tickled her, pulling up the tee to get at her ribs. The flesh was firm and warm and made me hard.

I had a sudden thought. "Come on, I'll buy you a cheap dinner and we can talk about secret rendezvous, like the French lovers have."

We sat in the back of a famous and noisy hamburger joint on El Camino. She had the one beer, and I was getting sips again. She pulled my hair and said, "If I was back in college, they would run me out for dating a high school guy."

"Did you finish?"

"No, I washed out. Bike racing isn't a college sport, and my grades went down down down the drain." 

"Finishing goes on the list."

"Shit, I thought I was busy before."

"You might have to pretend you are a nun and only have time for God."

"Buster, I'm going to get you to a place where there is room to beat on you properly."

"That would be good. I like the feel of your body. I like the muscles under your skin and the way you move, and the nice soft shape of your boob."

"Shit, you are hitting on me."

"I was thinking today at work how nice those kisses last week were. But those were play kisses and now there is something else behind them."

She looked at me fiercely. "Are your folks home?"

"No, they are at a conference for the weekend."

"You have pushed me over the line. We are going to your bed and you are taking care of my needs. Do you understand that?"

I kissed her knuckles and we left. 

Naked, crawling into my bed, she wasn't as bold as in the burger joint. "You are ok, this is going to work?"

I said, folding her hand around my stiffness, "Someone thinks so. What about protection?"

"I haven't had a period in years. I don't even know if I ovulate. But you better use some, I don't need to be PG on top of everything else."

"What if we get the anxious part of this out of the way? Then take our time."

"Yes, get your anxious thing in my anxious place. Hurry."

It felt good to be coupled to Sharon. I'd only done this a few times before and never with someone like her. She was tight and slippery and wiggling on the end of me.

"Ohh, yes, keep doing that." She gushed and humped and squeezed and made louder and louder noises and just as I was losing it, screamed a very loud "Yes," and came herself.

I rolled us over so she was on top. "Why didn't I meet you the first time? That was the best loving I've ever had." She lay quietly, catching her breath and making little noises.

My hands played up and down her back and kneaded her tough rump.

"Still like the muscles under the skin? What about my new moves with you in me?"

"I think we both just made room for something new in our lives. You think we can pull this off?"

"Beats me, but it is sure nice so far."

"I forgot to tell you my sister brings her boyfriend home once in a while for the same reason we are here. When she finds us, she won't be able to complain."

"Her bedroom is down the hall?"

"Yes, and the walls are thin. We hear our folks all the time. My mother likes noisy sex."

We got in the shower and then made some tea and toast in the kitchen. We were sitting there holding hands when Beth and Tom walked in. I said hi and introduced Sharon as my new girlfriend. Beth looked at our robes and knew exactly what was going on and laughed hard.

"I'll be damned, little brother is shacked up." She looked at Sharon and added, "Sorry to be crude. He has had to put up with me for years."

Sharon looked at them and said, "Your brother is a great lover. He made me scream, more than once."

Tom had his arms around Beth and was moving her in the direction of the stairs. She blushed and said, "I guess my horny boyfriend is tired of talk. See you later. Don't worry if you hear me scream. It will be for the same reason."

Sharon put her arm around my neck and said, "She is nice. We are still ok?"

"Can I call you biker girl? That's a compliment. I've always admired your racing, and now I get to make love to you."

"I hope so. I need more of your special treatment. Maybe the exercise will improve my times."

"If we go back upstairs, it is probably going to be noisy. Tom doesn't stop at one time."

The robe was open and she was climbing into my lap and her tits were rubbing on me, and I was very hard. She grabbed me and said, "I need more. What if we barged in on them and did it right there?"

I lifted her up and eased her down slowly on my hard cock. "Hmm. Maybe we don't need to go upstairs."

My other partners were not athletes. This hard body really turned me on. I kissed her, and she pressed back against my lips. "This is not good, you are making me soft and mushy."

"What if I carry you to their door like this and ask if we can come in? Then all we need to do is fall on the bed, or the floor."

"What if she gets wild and decides to trade?"

"You do have interesting thoughts. Two different cocks in the same night? Me getting it on with my own sister? I didn't know you were kinky."

"I didn't either. It just came to me. Let's see what happens."

As we got to the top of the stairs, Beth let out a loud scream. Sharon squeezed me hard and giggled. By the time we got to their door, it was quiet inside. Sharon knocked and asked, "Can we come in?"

Beth answered, "Sure, help yourselves."

They were half under a sheet, which obviously was just thrown over them. Beth took one look at Sharon and started laughing. "Tom, look at that. She is riding him, making Alex carry her around."

I walked us over to the bed and leaned us down, me on top. Sharon said, "I have to tell you again that your brother is terrific with that tool of his. You know, until an hour ago, I was his boss and had sworn off men. Now look at me."

The women giggled at each other, Tom and I exchanged looks, and pumped hard into two happy cunts.

Beth reached out and punched my arm. "My brother, the seducer. Who would have thought."

I leaned way over and got her nipple in my teeth and gave it a good tweak. She squealed and came. Tom looked at me and said, "Thanks for that. Your sister is getting to me. This is not an ordinary fuck anymore. I think she is getting ready to pop the C word at me, and I might not be able to resist."

He repaid my favor by working on Sharon's boob, which got the same reaction. I drove hard a dozen times into my new lover as she spasmed on my cock and collapsed.

Beth went in the bathroom and came back with towels for the two of them. "Stay there, the bed is big enough for all of us. Can I turn out the light?"

Someone had her leg over me and her hand on my ass. It was still dark. The other two were asleep. Sharon reached between my legs and grabbed me. Between my hair and my cock, she had control of the situation, and dragged me out and downstairs.

"Go get us a robe or something, I'll make coffee."

I came back and put the terrycloth over her shoulders. "Are you going to ride? Want an egg?"

She nodded to both. I fixed the eggs and she did the toast and juice. I said I would drive to the shop and start on repairs while she rode."This isn't fair, you working and me riding, but I have a race next weekend, can't let up on the training yet."

She was silent on the way over. As I parked behind the van, she said, "We have to talk."

I laughed. "Yes, we definitely have to talk. Do you suppose Beth and Tom will be around for dinner?"

"Don't be funning me. I have serious things to say to you."

"Get on that bike and get out of here before I beat your butt."

She gave me a hard look as she rode away. I gave her a hard look back and wondered if she was as scrambled up inside as I was.

At dinner one night, I announced that my boss was now also my girlfriend. "Would you like to meet her?"

Graduation was only a week away, and they could hear the empty nester clock ticking. And wonder how their son was going to manage a love affair and going away to college.

My mom softly said it would be very nice to meet Sharon and why didn't she come to dinner soon? 

After work the next day, the kiss was hotter than ever, and the beer was cold. We sat side by side on her beat up office sofa and traded kisses. "I told my folks you were my girlfriend, and they asked me to invite you to dinner."

She climbed into my lap and mashed her tits on my chest. "Damn. Isn't that dangerous?"

I worked her back and said, "My parents are really nice, and so are you, after some of that desert varnish is rubbed off. Do it as a favor."

The kiss was long and surprisingly tender. "I owe you a lot of favors. And I'm falling for you. But I don't see how anything works for us with you leaving for school."




The Bike Shop



I stuck my tongue in her mouth and said, "Let's pretend we are having a wild summer fling while we get that sorted out."

Her tongue dueled with mine. "You didn't have to say 'pretend,' did you?"

"I should take you right here. Right now." I pressed her hand to my hardness.

"None of that, if I am supposed to be a proper girlfriend and meet your folks." She grinned at me and I kissed her hard.

I picked up the phone and called home. "Hi, Sharon is free tonight, does that work?"

"It's short notice, Alex, but yes, let's have her come tonight. May I talk to her?"

They talked for a minute or two. Sharon hung up and turned to me. "She said to call her Ellen and come casual. She sounds nice."

I kissed her again and said, "She is my mom and she is nice."

Sharon punched me. "If I am your girlfriend, I have to look like a girl. Come out to the van and help me dress."

She was down to her underwear and looked daggers at me. "Don't you dare attack me right now! There are only three dresses. You've seen me in the fanciest. What about this one?"

She held up a plaid that was not in fashion at all. I frowned and she held up the other one, a navy blue pleated number that also wasn't fashionable but would do. I smiled as best I could.

"Perfect."

"Let me fix my face and you can help me into it."

In fifteen minutes, we were on our way. The body next to me was definitely a woman, even if the chest was flat. I squeezed her hand. "You look really nice, boss."

"I will beat you later."

The conversation started slow. Sharon got a glass of wine, and so did I, after a hard look from Ellen. By dinner time, the folks were talking bikes with Sharon and excited by her tales of racing. She showed them several scars from crashes and Mom oohed. 

The dinner was Mom's special beef stew with red wine, and tasted terrific. Sharon and I both asked for seconds. 

My dad asked about the loan problem and Sharon said, "Alex says we are going to turn the shop around, financially, and get the loan current again." 

All three of them looked at me, and I said, "That's right. We've almost doubled the cash flow in two weeks." Mom gave me a look that said this wasn't the kid she was used to.

Ellen served strawberries with ice cream and pound cake in the living room. It was delicious. In the middle of finishing the dessert, she said, "Sharon, I've been worried about you and Alex getting too thick too fast, but I can see you have a fine relationship and are good for each other. I hope you will let me help if you need it."

Sharon smiled and stumbled, trying to say thank you. "You are very kind, Ellen. When I took Alex on to fix bikes, I had no idea what I was getting. We're good at working together, and we..., I mean, we are good with other things too."

Dad and I laughed, and the women giggled. After helping in the kitchen, we made our exit and I drove her back to the shop. She dragged me into the van and sat on me. "You not only get to me, but now your family reaches out and is extra nice. Give me a kiss before I cry."

There was some teary makeout, but I cut it short because there were tests tomorrow at school.

I climbed the stairs at home, half asleep already. As I passed their bedroom, Mom said, "Come in for a minute."

I sat on the edge of the bed and they looked at me. He said, "That's some girlfriend you have there."

"I know. I'm stuck on her."

Ellen reached out her hand to me. "Can you keep from falling completely in love?"

"Probably not. You offered to help. We need to do something to get her out of living in that miserable van. The shop income will do it eventually, but I just hate to see her have to live that way now."

She said, "We have an extra room. Do you want me to invite her to live with us until something better can be arranged?"

"That would be the best present I can think of."

Dad put his hand on Ellen's shoulder and said, "Honey, they are not going to spend the night in separate beds. Are you prepared for that?"

She looked at me, smiling, and said, "Yes. I couldn't stop them if I tried. Besides, he has had to listen to us making love forever, so maybe it is our turn to suffer."

Dad pulled her to him for a ferocious kiss. "Why, you wild woman. I never knew..."

She looked at me, "You'd better go, I am going to beat him and he is going to ..."

I closed the door carefully and smiled all the way to a dreamless night's sleep.

I was hard at work on some bikes the following afternoon when Mom showed up in jeans and a tight blouse. She went in the office and closed the door.

They came out together in fifteen minutes, smiling. Sharon punched me. "Good for nothing. Think you can put up with me around the house, do you?"

Graduation day arrived. Half the class was going to college and half wasn't. Lots of us wouldn't see each other again for a long time. Tears were easy to come by. But I felt strangely separate from my classmates. My girl had me in a different orbit. I was helping to rescue a small business, and I was in love with the owner. College and classes and drinking parties seemed far off. 

The morning of the ceremony came. Sharon had cancelled her registration in an important race to be there, and was going to sit with my parents in a new dress Mom had been the fashion consultant for.

Ellen rescued me from the dumps with a hug and a kiss."You have four years to celebrate, Alex. You have studied hard and played hard and done well. Dad and I are very proud. Don't let your worries about Sharon and the future spoil this day. She doesn't want that. You and she are more than strong enough for whatever comes your way."

It was just the kind of pep talk I needed. I used a mental broom to sweep all that brain trash into the corner. I hoisted her up and twirled her around and gave her one of my hot Sharon kisses."

"Wow! I guess I said the right thing."

"You did. You are my mom, after all. My sexy, loving mom."

Dad came into the kitchen and saw us. "Are you hitting on my woman?"

They hugged and kissed and she said, "I had to get him out of the dumps. He was worrying about things he shouldn't. At least, not yet."

He clasped my shoulder. "We have a wonderful woman in the house. She's been fixing things all these years."

I sat on a hard chair, in the middle of the football field, with eight hundred other seniors, cooking in our robes. I thought about high schools all over the country that June morning, going through the annual ritual of ushering their graduates to the next step on the path to being grownups. There was the usual recitation of prizes, and, midway through, I was surprised to hear my name. I stumbled forward, finally remembering that the Principal had named me the student with the highest ranking in athletics and academics combined. I got up the steps without tripping and even put the plaque in the correct hand so I could shake his and say thank you. Lots of clapping. My Dad was standing.

After that, the handing out of diplomas was anticlimactic. I was still caught in a crowd when Sharon grabbed me and we had a wild public kiss. "You didn't tell me!"

"I didn't know. It's one they don't announce in advance."

Then I had kisses from Mom, and back slaps from Dad. And lots of congratulations from my friends. The crowd was slowly filtering out, most people ignoring the reception hosted by the high school auxiliary, featuring non-alcoholic punch. Several girls I had dated passed by, givng Sharon a hard look. She looked so good in the new dress, and so happy. It was great to see the big smile on her face after the tough times she had been through. A stray thought went through my head, "my sister, my lover." It was like that between us.

Saturday was a big day for the shop and we couldn't afford to be closed for long. Sharon and I had made a deal with the folks for a nice dinner in the evening. But right now, we were moving fast to get back to work.

Business was so revived, customers were waiting as we drove up. There was real hope for turning the loan around, with only ten days to go. At five o'clock, as I was writing the last repair tickets and nudging folks to the exit, Sharon came out and whispered we had hit a new high for one day's revenue. We high fived each other and laughed.

We were still laughing when we got home and hit the shower. Mom and Art were dressed and having a drink on the back patio. 

Sharon wiggled and squirmed in my hands under the hot water. "I love you, Alex."

I pulled her in tight. "We are going to make this happen, love."

Mom had been working on Sharon's wardrobe. Sheer stockings, with a garter belt that went over the pale yellow lacy lingerie. A bra that looked suspiciously as though it had a bit of padding in it. A spring flouncy dress that just touched her knees, and heels in lavender.

I had my blue blazer and an open striped shirt and felt underdressed to escort this vision.

We walked out on the patio and Dad whistled. Sharon blushed at the same time she glowed.

We were waiting for dessert when Dad asked, "Have you figured out how to make love and bikes and school go together?"

Ellen said, "Isn't that pretty tough talk for tonight, Arthur?"

He said, "Look at them. She has been keeping a bike shop alive by sheer willpower, and winning races at the same time. He just won the prize for top scholar-athlete in his class and knows bike repair backwards and forwards. I am in awe of both of them."

Sharon squeezed my hand, "I haven't told him this, but I've been thinking. We can be into bikes at school. He's very smart, and I will make him study or revoke his privileges. If we are lucky, with this shop breaking even, I can sell it and maybe buy an interest in one at school. That's only part of the story, but it is a start."

I couldn't believe the sacrifices she was talking about making because of me. Mom and Dad were staring at us, not knowing what to say.

After a long silence, I took a deep breath and got down on my knees. "Sharon, from the bottom of my heart, I love you. Will you marry me?"

She climbed into my arms, crying and saying yes. Mom and Dad looked dazed. People at other tables were looking at us and smiling.

Dad paid and we drove home in shock. When we got to the house, Sharon made everyone sit down in the living room and said, "I believe Alex and I love him dearly. He is so strong, but I know the other three of us are sitting here wondering if a man at eighteen knows what he is getting into. With your blessing, we will do some version of what I said at dinner and we will take it one day at a time. No wedding ceremony and no baby until we can see our future better."

Things were quiet while Sharon climbed into my lap and Ellen climbed into Dad's. Everyone was on the edge of tears.

Dad said, "I wish I had half the gumption at your age that you do. Ellen and I will help as much as we can."

Sharon and Ellen were crying wet tears on their men. We hugged them.



The Bike Tour



Chapter One

Kate and I had been touring with Carol and Doyle for years. They lived in Seattle, we lived in San Jose. We would see them two or three times a year mostly for a motorcycle tour. While we often shared a motel room while on the road, there was never a hint of shared sex on those trips. We were very close friends, but whatever private fantasies we might have had about one another, there was never a hint that they should be acted out.

We even went skinny dipping once together at a deserted natural pond we found in the Mojave Desert. We all acted more like brothers and sisters than anything else.

It was on one of these trips that the equation changed. Half way across the United States, Carol got word that her brother was in the hospital and she had to return to Seattle immediately. We were too far from home to get her to the hospital on time. Instead, we road 200 miles and put her on a plane in Kansas City with her blessing to continue the tour and have fun. We assured her we'd try, though we weren't sure we could. After seeing Carol off, Doyle hopped on his Honda and Kate and I hopped on our well-used BMW to find a motel for the night.

We found one that allowed us to park our motorcycles outside the room, unloaded the bikes and dumped everything in the motel room. We were tired and bummed out over Carol and her brother. It had been a long hot day.

We left our bikes in the motel parking lot and the three of us headed on foot to a nearby tavern for a beer before calling it a night. The beer and cool atmosphere in the tavern relaxed us somewhat and we started to become our old laughing, joking selves again.

Kate became the center of our attention, the target of our gentle teasing and the object of our affection, but nothing overtly sexual even from me though we had been married for 10 years. She was a small beautiful woman with a body that never failed to elicit stares and double takes.

We headed back to the room laughing and grab-assing the way we always did when it was the four of us.

When we got to the room, we all jumped on one bed with Kate in the middle, propped up our pillows and laid back to watch TV. Kate complained of sore shoulders from the long ride and stressful day. She leaned forward and I massaged her shoulders.

Within a few minutes of this, she rolled on her stomach and I continued with the shoulder and back rub.  Doyle offered to help out. He took over massaging her shoulders and I started working on her lower back.

It wasn't long before I told her to take off her halter top so we could do a better job. I was half teasing and half serious. No big deal. She often sun tanned her back that way in public. To this day, I think I regret that tease.

While Doyle worked his way down from her shoulders to her back, I worked my way down her little ass to her legs. She kept her legs together. It was all very sensual, but not sexual. I was clearly aroused, though. I never could touch her without getting aroused. That's why I married her. I had no doubt that Doyle was enjoying it and probably was also aroused. And the cooing sounds from Kate indicated she was in heaven. She loved massage probably more than sex.

We were all very relaxed so I suggested Kate remove her shorts. I helped her so she wouldn't have to sit up and expose her breasts to Doyle. She's no prude, but she was always pretty modest about showing herself, though she quietly enjoyed the attention her body brought her. I slid her panties off in the same motion with no complaints from her. Doyle and I remained fully clothed in T-shirts and walking shorts.

Without any signals between us, I started working my way up to her back and shoulders while Doyle moved down to her legs. He massaged the backs of her thighs, then worked down to her calves and then her feet. She loved having her feet massaged more than anything.

I couldn't resist including the sides of her beautiful breasts in my massage, but Doyle seemed to be restraining himself to a very professional massage. I watched him work back up her legs from her feet to her calves. Imperceptibly she began to move her small shapely legs apart as his hands worked higher up her legs.

By the time Doyle got back to her thighs, they were wide enough apart that he must have been able to see her pussy. But still he continued his professional massage and never once touched it. I know; I was watching intently.

We easily convinced Kate to turn over on her back. She was clearly very relaxed and trusting enough to expose herself completely naked. She was even a little turned on. Her alabaster skin was a little flushed below her throat, but her breathing was relaxed.

As soon as she rolled over, she protectively pulled her legs together and put her arms down to her sides.

Doyle kneeling at her right side continued on her legs. I was kneeling on her left massaging her front. I rubbed her pecs gently through her firm breasts, then worked down to lightly pinch her abs which she always enjoyed. I occasionally brushed my fingers through the top edge of her long dark pubic hair and I was starting to get very aroused. I was flushed and breathing heavier. Doyle was getting a very intent look on his face and was spending more and more time looking at her soft dark bush.

As Doyle worked up to the front of her thighs, Kate once again slowly parted her legs. Whether she was consciously inviting Doyle to touch her pussy, I don't know. At this point, I doubt she would have minded if he did.

Without warning, Kate's reaction began to change. Doyle was massaging so close to her pussy he must have felt her heat. I was gently massaging around her breasts. Her breathing increased rapidly and she let out a series of little grunts.  I watch her abs start to contract and release several times, then she shuddered and moaned deeply in an unmistakable orgasm. As quickly as it came on, she rolled over on her side towards me in a fetal position and wouldn't allow either of us to touch her. In 10 years of loving and playful sex with me, she had never had an orgasm of any kind until this night.

Doyle moved over to his own bed and Kate and I spooned until we woke up the next morning.  Some time during the night, I had the first wet dream in 20 years and made such a mess I had to get up for a towel to cover the wet spot. Kate's withdrawal after her orgasm was so sudden I was concerned how we would all face one another the next morning. But three people on two motorcycles live so closely together they have to resolve problems fast. And we were still 1,800 miles from home.

Chapter Two

As usual on our trips together, I was the first to awaken. I got up, dressed quickly, and walked down the block for donuts and coffee for all of us. When I returned, Doyle was in the shower and Kate was still asleep. Doyle came out of the bathroom and greeted me. It was a guarded, "'Mornin', Rick". I pointed at the coffee and donuts. "Thanks."

"Look...I'm sorry."
"About what? You didn't do anything to be sorry about. I hope Kate's OK with it, but believe me, I'm OK."

Kate woke up when she heard our voices. I brought her one of my T-shirts to cover herself. While she was putting it on, Doyle carefully turned away to give her privacy. She sat up in the bed and I brought her a donut and coffee. I wanted to talk about last night, but Kate seemed to want to ignore what had happened.

"Well, where are we headed today?" she asked.

"I don't know...I took a look around. The motel has a great pool and there's a movie theater and restaurants just down the road. Why don't we just stay here for a day or so and get our bearings again. I'd hate to get back on the road if we aren't really in the mood to enjoy it."

Kate and Doyle agreed. I was fairly sure they would.

We hopped on the bikes for a quick look around town and returned to the room around 11 am. The day was already heating up so we put on our suits and headed for the pool for some sun before lunch.

Bikinis were made for Kate. At 5'2", slim, with the most beautiful 34C breasts, she is always the center of attention at any pool. Her dark brown hair and eyes contrast dramatically with her very pale skin. Though she doesn't tan, she doesn't burn either. In a red bikini, she not only could stop traffic, she could stop hearts. She still stops mine. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. In the past, Doyle would look at her, but he was very discreet about it no doubt being respectful of our friendship. But that was changing. Doyle followed her carefully as she walked around the pool. When we were all in the pool together, he showed her far more attention than he normally would. Granted his wife was gone and Kate really was the center of our attention right now, but I was sure there was more touching than would have occurred before last night.

When we had had enough sun and fun, we decided to dress for lunch and return to the pool later. We went back up to the room that the maid had just finished cleaning up. Kate claimed the shower first. Without even thinking about it, she pulled off her bikini top as she walked toward the bathroom.

"Kate...," I said a little irritated.
"What? It's not like either of you haven't seen them before."

Doyle and I just looked at one another and shrugged. I wasn't sure I liked this new direction.

Doyle and I decided not to shower. We just put on clean clothes and combed our hair. When Kate was done, she came out with a cheap motel towel wrapped around her breasts that was just long enough to cover her mound, but not long enough to cover her cheeks. It was very sexy and under other circumstances I would have enjoyed it. Doyle couldn't stop looking at her.

We walked to a restaurant, had a nice lunch and walked back to the room. On the way, we were goofing around, trying to get all of us in step. Doyle and I had our arms around Kate's little waist. She had her left hand in my back pocket. I wondered where her right hand was and with a quick look behind discovered it was in his back pocket. In more than 10 years of friendship, we had never had this much physical closeness.

Back in the room, Kate kicked off her sandals and jumped on the bed. I followed laying close to her. Doyle flopped down on his own bed. 

"You think I could have another massage?" she asked quietly. I was a little shocked. The first time was one of those tired fuzzy beer-haze things that just happen. But this was deliberate.

"Sure," said Doyle, piling out of his bed a little too quickly and standing between the beds. Kate jumped up next to him, raised her arms and said, "Help me take off my top?" It's a halter top, I thought. You don't need help removing a halter top. Doyle untied the knot in back and slipped it over her head. She leaned back against him lightly, then turned around so he could unbutton and unzip her shorts. They fell to her feet; she was not wearing panties. She jumped into bed next to me lying on her belly giving herself up to whatever was going to happen next. She had done what she was going to do to make things happen.

The night before, Doyle and I had remained dressed during the entire massage. Obviously, he had other plans this time. He removed his T-shirt, sat on the edge of the bed with one foot on the floor and began to massage her shoulders. I was lying on my side beside her and she was facing me. She searched my face for a hint about what I was thinking, then she kissed her fingers and pressed them to my lips. I knew then that things were going to change forever in our marriage and in our friendship.

Chapter Three

Kate turned on her back and looked at Doyle. He stopped his massage and just stroked her beautiful skin from her breasts to her thighs. I pulled off my T-shirt then layed back down beside her. I leaned over and kissed her, gently at first, then more passionately. I reached out and stroked her breasts, running my palm over her hard erect nipples. She reached down and started stroking my cock through my walking shorts. But by then she was already stroking Doyle's cock through his shorts. This was not going to be a massage; we were all way past that now.

I began sucking on her left breast while Doyle, still sitting next to her, reached down and started playing with her pussy. She was dripping wet. His fingers were soon visibly wet and her pubic hair was starting to form into wet tendrils. Doyle continued to explore while she tried to tug on his shorts. He stood up, allowed her to unbutton them, then kicked them free. She reached out to stroke his cock, her eyes wide with anticipation. He stood there while she admired it. It was maybe an inch shorter than mine, but slightly thicker. It didn't matter; it was new to her and therefore more exciting.

While he got the attention, I had to remove my own shorts. Ok, maybe so, but I'm in a better position, my competitive self was saying. I lifted her left leg, slid under it and inserted my cock in her incredibly wet pussy. It took seconds as it was a well-rehearsed favorite position for both of us. She pulled Doyle by his cock towards her and pulled the head of his cock in her mouth. She is very small and can't fit more than the head of a large cock in her mouth. She did her best with Doyle's larger thicker cock, and made up for it with an expert hand job. She is a master of the hand job. Despite my having her pussy, I envied Doyle that hand job and the very intimate attention from Kate that it represented.

She pulled free of my cock and pushed Doyle down to take my place. I was feeling a little hurt and maybe a little humiliated at the same time. I kept reminding myself that her interest in him is because he is new. My consolation was that I would get the intimate hand job that Doyle had been enjoying. I moved up to offer my cock to her. She grabbed it with her hand, but did not put it in her mouth. She was intent on getting Doyle settled in her pussy first.

Doyle knelt between her legs and began to rub his cock up and down her slit. He pushed the head up her slit without penetrating so that the whole length of his shaft rubbed her clit. Then he pulled back to do it again. I knew from experience Kate would have none of that. She wanted that cock in her. As soon as he pushed forward again, she put her palm on her mound and deflected the head into her eager pussy. I gloated to myself about my superior knowledge of this gorgeous little woman.

Once Doyle was pumping away, she could split her attention better and began giving me the "hand job". God, it was good. She grunted and groaned and squealed as Doyle pumped her pussy and I pumped her little mouth. Occasionally, she would pull away from me to watch Doyle's glistening cock slide in and out of her, but then her head would fall back and she would suck on me wantonly.

Unfortunately, I couldn't completely enjoy it. My competitive self would not let me cum before Doyle did. He was very close a couple of times, but would hold back. I was very close several times, but would also find the strength to hold back. Kate was not holding back. I watched her cum twice while Doyle was fucking her.

After the second time, she wanted a change. She pulled his cock out of her pussy and insistently pulled on it indicating he was going back to her head and I was going to fuck her. I knelt between her legs and was determined to show her I was a better lover. After one orgasm, she "ordered" another change. Doyle was back in the saddle and I was back to a hand job.

Doyle moved back in position, but quickly flipped her over on her belly with her ass in the air. I knew she wasn't going to go for this. She is very sensitive to having her cervix bumped; it is very painful for her. My competitive self wanted a little failure for Doyle, especially since she had pushed me aside after only one orgasm.  He inserted his cock in her upturned pussy and she immediately started bucking back and forth on his cock. I was kneeling there not quite sure what to do. The two of them were fucking like rabbits and she was nearly screaming with each thrust. I couldn't believe my eyes. After one or two tries early in our marriage, she had never allowed me to take her "doggy style" again. Possibly his shorter cock was just what she needed for this position.

Doyle and Kate continued to go at it. I continued to try to find something useful to do. It was awkward. I eventually moved around so that she could reach my cock and continue with the BJ/HJ thing. With her head in my lap, I also could reach forward for free access to her breasts.

But this could not continue much longer. Both of them were a sweaty matted mess. She continued grunting and screaming with each thrust. Doyle was game, but slowing down. She grabbed my cock so hard I almost screamed, and shook in a powerful orgasm. Then I saw Doyle's eyes roll back while he twitched in orgasm. As exciting as it all was, watching him orgasm is something I could have done without. Years later, I still sometimes see it and shudder.

Both of them were spent, but I had not had the privilege myself. Kate was exhausted and couldn't even manage a half-hearted hand job. I finished the job myself, shooting in her mouth. She dutifully swallowed it. I was glad it was all over.

Kate recovered first and slipped into the shower. I followed behind her and showered with her. I just wanted to stay close to her. Pathetic maybe, but I needed her close right then. Besides, I wasn't sure Doyle wouldn't follow her in and I wanted to prevent it.

After we had all showered, we went back to the pool for the last rays of the afternoon. We commandeered the same three deck chairs we had used earlier in the day. Me on one side, Doyle on the other, Kate in the middle. We all promptly fell asleep.

When we awoke, the pool was deserted and the sun was going down. After a quick dip to wake up, we headed for the room.

Chapter Four

I managed to call the shower first for a change. The heat, the sun screen, the sweat all dissolved in a nice warm shower. I'd left the door cracked to keep the steam down. I turned off the shower and was drying myself when I glanced out the crack of the door. Kate was lying across the bed on her back with her swim suit still on. Doyle was standing next to the bed near her head with his cock out of his shorts. His balls hung in her hair as she licked and sucked the end of his cock while gently stroking the length of it with her hand. It seemed like such a casual impromptu thing. But even after all the sex we had just shared, this was too intimate, too personal and too private for me. Before it had been the three of us. Kate had sex with Doyle, but I was still there and part of her experience.

I wrapped the towel around my waist, and walked out into the room. Doyle looked sheepish when he saw me. They must have known I could walk out any time. Kate smiled and said, "Hi, baby. Care to join us." Again, it bothered me. Me join them? It was supposed to be Kate and I forever, not Kate and Doyle inviting me to join them. I'm never going to be able to accept this. I can temporarily deal with it, but I can't accept it.

I lay down next to her and put my head on her soft warm belly facing away from them. It was for comfort, not for sex. I could hear the sounds of sex...her slurping and swallowing, his grunts and whispered encouragement, the slight creaking and rocking of the bed as his thighs rhythmically pushed against the mattress.

To get them out of my head, I had to join in.  I cupped her mound and kissed and licked her belly button. Slowly I moved down to produce my own slurping and swallowing sounds as I pulled her swim suit to the side and took control of her pussy with my mouth. I could always lose myself in that dark tangled warm pussy. It wasn't long before I began to feel her pushing against my mouth. Her muffled grunts became louder and faster. My hand on her belly felt the rhythmic contractions of her abs which I'd only yesterday learned was her point of no return. She pulled her mouth away from Doyle's cock with a loud grunt and shuddered in a protracted orgasm as she continued to stroke him. My joy in her orgasm was short-lived as a large gob of Doyle's cum fell in her pubic hair an inch from my mouth as he reached his own explosive orgasm seconds later. She was drenched in his cum from her face to her mound and her swim suit in between. It was almost an assault. Or a laying claim to this beautiful creature by marking her for himself. Ignoring his cum, I moved up on her so that I could fuck her myself. She pushed Doyle away and became totally mine until we both dissolved into two nearly perfectly timed orgasms. It was beautiful. More beautiful than I ever remembered. She was mine, and I wasn't going to share her again. On this trip or any other.




The Bike Tour



Doyle headed for the shower. I stripped Kate and wiped the bulk of the cum off her with her soiled swim suit. I finished cleaning her with my damp bath towel. We kissed until Doyle got out of the shower, then she left to shower.

Doyle and I were alone.

"No more, Doyle."
"Huh?"
"No more. Kate is off limits from now on."
"I understand."
"We can make Seattle in two days if we push it."
"Good idea."
"Separate rooms."
"Good idea."
"Friends?"
"Friends...Are you going to tell Carol?"
"No..."
"Thanks."

Reflecting the mood we were all in now, Kate stepped out of the shower fully dressed for dinner.

"Where should we go tonight?"
"Uh...I'm kind of drowsy from all the sun. Why don't you two enjoy an evening alone. I'll order a pizza and call Carol."
"Don't wait up for us," Kate said gently, then grabbed my hand as we walked toward the door. I think it hit all of us at the same time that we had reached some sort of peak and it couldn't be maintained without giving up what is important to us all.

The next morning, Doyle headed for Seattle alone. We had originally meant to follow him home for a few days before heading home ourselves. Instead we turned south so we could be home sooner. I hope we will continue touring together for many more years to come. I just hope the dynamic of this long friendship has not changed too much. Did it make our marriage stronger? No, I don't think so. Our marriage survived it, and then only because it was already so strong. If I had it to do over, I would have stopped the whole event at the first sign.



The Bike Trip: Day One



I am a 33 year old women that is peaking in my sexuality and married to a wonderful, fun loving man 19 years my senior. Unfortunately, he is overworked and losing his sexual desire. I have tried many things to keep romance in our marriage but quite frankly I am sexually frustrated much of the time. This has led me to do things that I would have never considered earlier in our marriage. This is such a story. It begins on a cross-country bike trip. 

My husband Bill and I started to ride bikes as an exercise activity. We have become very fond of long rides versus the "tourist" style of cycling we used when we started. We purchased lightweight custom bikes earlier this year and began riding with a couple of local clubs. We love it! We are fit and look great physically. This summer we decided to take a five-night six-day organized bike trip as one our vacations. We even went out a bought new bike clothes…I know that is silly but I wanted to look good as we biked our 75 kilometers each day. 

Twin German brothers, Hans and Peter were the organizers and guides. They were all business, no nonsense kind of guys that would take your breath away as they were so good looking and "buff" in their bike shorts and shirts. I could not help but stare at the bulge in their tight shorts. I could see their cocks outlined perfectly and was indeed intrigued by the size of their packages. Bill had almost no bulge with his nub. Anyway, we set off on the first day and wouldn't you know I pulled a groin muscle after about 60 KM. I finished the first leg in much discomfort. We camped out near a fire station on the first night. We used their shower and facilities to clean up. Since there was only one shower, we took turns with Hans or Peter standing guard to separate the sexes. I had told them of my pulled muscle and Hans told me to be last to take my shower and he would give be a deep muscle massage. He indicated that it would give me relief so that I could continue the trip and not have to travel in the equipment van. It sounded good to me. 

After my shower, I called out to Hans that I was ready, he called for Peter to stand guard and came in the locker room. He told me to lay on a table on my back with the towel covering my body. He then pulled my legs slightly apart, rubbed his hands together quickly to warm them and proceeded to massage my inner thigh. He kept this up for several minutes, concentrating on that muscle and talking softly in German. I had absolutely no idea what he was saying, but I did find it romantic. Here I lay with only a towel over my breasts and pussy, relaxing in a dimly lit room, being massaged by two very talented hands and hearing a foreign language spoken very softly. 

I was really getting turned on. Hans must have smelled or otherwise sensed my feelings because when he changed hand position he would brush the lips of my pussy. I was getting hotter by the minute. He then changed his body position and I felt his cock against the sole of my foot. That made me gasp it was so erotic. I felt his cock start to swell with his hardness and that is when I slowly moved his hand to my pussy. He got the message and started to play and pull at my hairs and then started to massage my lips, moved up to my clit and then two fingers inside me, then three spreading my pussy open with his strength, probing, in, out, searching for my G-spot. I was going wild, all the time massaging his cock with my foot. He was as hard as any cock I had ever felt. He quickly pulled down his shorts to release his cock; He grabbed my hand and moved it to his shaft. My fingers would not meet it was so big around. I guessed he was about eight inches long and his tube was as big as one of my fingers. The rush took my breath away. I guided him to my waiting pussy where he slipped in easily. Much easier than I thought…I was as hot as I had ever been. 

There was no slow grind going to happen tonight, no long lovemaking session... just hard, fast fucking. I started cumming when he was only five inches in me, the length of Bill's hard cock, and I was just going out of my mind as he gave me the full length of his cock. It was terrific! Within just a few minutes, I had cum twice. Hans held me tight and said he was about to cum… I whispered to him to cum, to give me all he had, to pump his hot cum in me …and he did. I could feel him cum for the next twelve to fifteen hard strokes. Bill is lucky to shoot three times. It was incredible. It was all I could do not to yell out, I wanted to laugh with joy as I had never cum like that before. Hans fell in my arms and I just held him for several minutes while he stroked and emptied his cum in me. We never kissed. He slowly pulled out and without a word I went back to the shower. 

Hans was gone by the time that I finished with my shower. I dried off, dressed in my shorty pj's and went to my tent where Bill was waiting. I told him that Hans massaged my thigh and it was no longer sore. Bill got turned on for some reason, I guess he was visualizing about Hans being so close to my pussy, and soon Bill was playing with me. I kinda liked it and in just moments Bill slid down in our two-person sleeping bag and started to lick my pussy. 

Now Bill can eat…I guess it is a talent he developed because of his small five-inch cock. Soon, he was probing my pussy with his tongue and sucking on my clit. I was again as hot as ever, knowing Bill was cleaning the cum out my pussy, the cum from another man. Knowing that made it all the hotter. He loved it and stayed down on me longer than usual. I came twice. Bill then climbed on top of me, could not hold it and came in me in just a minute or two; He then snuggled close to me and commented on how hot I was and how great I tasted. He surmised that bike trips like this were good for both of us. I agreed.



The Biker



It had been a long and difficult day at work I thought to myself, as the big Ford Excursion wheeled into the driveway. Now, I was looking forward to relaxing with my lovely wife Susan the remainder of the evening. As the garage door slowly opened, I unexpectedly observed a shiny black and chrome Harley Davidson motorcycle parked in my usual spot.

As I entered the house, I noticed that Susan was not there to provide me with her usual greeting kiss. I wondered through the house aimlessly looking for her. Then I heard the sound of laughter and conversation outside near the back yard patio. Standing at the double French style patio doors and gazed out. There I saw Susan wearing only a white thong bikini, lying on a chaise lounge. A tall dark haired man clad in jeans, white tee shirt and black leather vest was seated in a chair a few feet from her. Laughing he leaned forward as though he was contemplating climbing on to the chaise lounge beside her. I noticed also that there were two empty bottles of red wine and two glasses sitting on a table next to them. Apparently, they had been enjoying each other's company for some time.

Glancing my direction, Susan seemed startled when she realized I was there also. She immediately jumped to her feet and came over to me, taking my hand she pulling me out onto the patio with them. She introducing her new friend whose name was Mike. As he stood to shake my hand, I noticed that he must be at least six foot tall and weighed approximately 200 lbs. A very strong and handsome looking man I thought to myself.

Conversation soon revealed that Mike was also a very bold man whose sexual interests were entirely directed towards my wife. They had met in the mall parking lot when Susan noticing his beautiful Harley motorcycle parked next to her car and had stopped to admire it. Mike had offered to take Susan for a short ride on the bike since she was a very beautiful blond who would look exceptional on the back of it with him. Susan said she couldn't pass up an offer for a ride on such a shiny black bike. Afterwards, Susan had invited him over for an afternoon of fun conversation and drinks. Mike had nothing else to do and she was exactly what he desired. 

I should like to describe Susan now, before I continue with this story. She is twenty-eight years young. We have been happily married now for four years. She has long blond hair, large brown bedroom eyes and a 36C chest. Susan has never had any children and works out daily, keeping herself fit and looking as though she is much younger. Were quite well off for money now so she doesn't need to use her training as a realtor. We do have quite a few friends and we spend a lot of time entertaining them. Susan enjoys sex very much and she especially enjoys teasing men and watching the effects her hard body has on them. Knowing this about her made me a bit uneasy when I found her with Mike.

After a few minutes of conversation, Mike decided it was time for him to leave. As Susan walked him to the front door, he secretly placed something in Susan's hand. He thought I didn't notice but I was observing their behavior closely. Susan saw him to the door and quickly gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek as she said her goodbyes. After he rode off, I asked her what it was he had given her. Susan blushing opened a folded piece of paper that had his phone number written on it. She handed it to me, then said she had more to tell me but not until after she had a cool relaxing bath.

That evening after dinner Susan took hold of my hand and together we walked into our bedroom. There dressed in her sexy short black nightgown we laid on our bed together. She then told me she had a sexy bedtime story for me. But made me promise not to get angry with her. I agreed and hear is her story: 

"After her morning workout she felt very energized and decided to go shopping at the mall. She was feeling alive and very horny today so she decided to put on a pair of extra short blue cotton shorts and a white blouse that was open in front to her naval and a pair of high heel sandals. Her hair blew wildly in the wind as she drove her Mercedes convertible to the Mall. It was in the parking lot that she saw Mike sitting on his bike apparently waiting. She was immediately impressed with his good looks and his sexy body so she decided to park next to him.

Getting out of her car, she couldn't resist taking a quick glance in his direction. She was surprised to find him also looking back at her when their eyes met. The only thing she could thing of to say was how nice his bike looked. He invited her over to take a closer look and they casually began to chat. 

Mike asked her if she had ever ridden a Harley Davidson motorcycle before and mentioned how wonderful women found the vibration between their legs to be once they straddled one. Mike then climbed on and the Harley roared to life. He then invited her to join him for a short ride. A ride she would not forget. Susan climbed on behind him and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as she leaned back against the sissy bar. Pressing the gear shifter down the Harley sped away.

For twenty minutes Susan enjoyed the wind blowing in her face as the bike rolled down the streets. Suddenly, she noticed they were on the outskirts of town rolling down a country lane. That lane turned into a remote park near the river. There the bike rolled to a stop under a tall oak tree. Susan and Mike climbed off the bike then he pulled her closer to him and kissed her softly on the lips. Susan felt her heart pounding and her knees grew weak. She kissed him once again eagerly and passionately. Mike ran his hands over her shoulders and down the front of her chest, stopping to feel the firmness of her breasts. Susan closed her eyes and enjoyed his touch.

Mike slowly unbuttoned each of the buttons on her blouse pulling it open and exposing her ample perky nipples. Seeing that she wasn't resisting, he stepped back and unbuttoned the fly on his jeans. Reaching in he pulled out his huge seven-inch cock that was already hard and pointing straight up at her. "Now it is your turn to give me a ride, he said." Susan was so amazed at how big it was. It looked so delicious she thought and sucking him off would be such a treat. She then removed her blouse and knelt down on the grass in front of Mike. Reaching up she took it in her hands and softly stroked it up and down. She could feel the veins budging just under the skin, as it changed from deep red to dark purple and growing even larger. Mike placed his hands on the back of Susan's head and pressed his cock to her red lips. Pausing, she licked her lips then ran her tongue across its eye and around the entire head. Looking up at mike, she could see the look of pleasure on his face. 

Susan had given blowjobs many times before and not only to her husband. But, she really wanted this to be her best head job ever. Looking back at the cock straining before her she slowly took it in to her mouth. She stroked its shaft up and down as the head of his cock passed through her lips and continued down her throat. Pausing momentarily, she withdrew it back out and savored the flavor before doing it again and again.

Mike groaned with pleasure and mumbled, "How good she was at giving head." With her left hand Susan reached down to the front of her shorts. Sliding her fingers down the slit between her legs she found her clit swollen. It was wet between her legs and her juices were already soaking through her panties and shorts. She gasped as the wonderful feeling intensified as she continued to rub her clit and suck his cock at the same time.

Suddenly without warning, she felt his cock pulsate; first once then twice. She hastened to take the cock back deep into her throat and as she did, she felt his jism spurt against the back of her throat. She pulled his cock out and as the head emerged it again pulsated hard sending his white seed shooting across her face. Looked up at him, she smiled as his cum ran down her face and dripped off her chin. She slowly licked her lips catching some of his white cum on her tongue then licked it across the head of his cock. She then took the entire head into her mouth once again, sucking off all of his seed and swallowing it. 

Mike pulled his cock from her hungry mouth then reached down and pulled Susan up to her feet. They both knew what was coming next, but Susan suggested they go to her home where they could use the bedroom for more great sex. Mike agreed, and they sped away on the bike. 

Once at home, Susan opened a bottle of wine and they drank it out on the patio before retiring to the bedroom. There, Mike ripped Susan's clothes off and through her on the bed where he pried her legs apart savagely and pressed his face to her pussy. Susan laid back and enjoyed his work. Soon she couldn't take the pleasure any more. Moaning with pleasure she made him stop eating her and directed him to place his tool where it was meant to be. Mike rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit before placing it at the opening to her love tunnel. Susan's pussy was very tight and she groaned as he pressed his cock into her deeper and deeper. 

Once he felt the head of his penis touch the end of her love tunnel he began stroking in and out hard and fast. Pounding into her with all of his might. Susan could see the sweat begin to form on his forehead. Pausing for only a moment he leaned over and whispered into Susan's ear "I want to make you pregnant you Bitch!" Then began fucking her again even harder. Susan had never experienced sex that hard or good before in her entire life. As Mike began to spew his seed deep into her cunt Susan couldn't hold back the orgasm that had been building. Together they screamed out in pleasure and Mike collapsed on top on her. They lay there together for a few minutes before Mike rose up and rolled Susan over on her stomach. She wasn't sure what was in store for her this time. 

Standing up, Mike takes hold of her pelvis and pulls her up so she is resting on her knees with her face still lying on her husband's pillow. With his cock still wet with Susan's juices he directs it to her pussy. Then pulling her back toward him, he rams his cock deep inside her swollen pussy and again pounds away at it. This time, it takes him much longer to cum so he periodically pauses and rubs the head against her clit. Suddenly, she feels his balls swell and twitch as he quickly pulls his cock from her pussy and lays it in the crack of her ass just as it spews out more white cum that shoots across her back and along her spine. Mike rubs his cock against the cheeks of her ass then turns away. Susan collapses momentarily onto the bed in exhaustion.

Susan slowly rises and leads Mike into the bathroom where they shower together then after dressing they return to the patio where they finish off the second bottle of wine. When I arrived, Mike was just about to fuck her again, right there on the chaise lounge but she saw me standing at the patio doorway first. 

She asked me how I felt about what had happened and if I was angry with her. I told her that I understood how something like this could happen, however, she should be understanding also should the same thing ever happen to me. I informed her that it would have been better if she had arranged this escapade with me so I could have enjoyed watching her work also. And asked if she planned to meet Mike again? Susan laughed and assured me that it was only a one-time thing and if she ever desired another zip less fuck she will let me know first. She then took me to bed and we fucked the entire night. I learned a lot about Susan and what she desired from sex that night. We have an open marriage, but we do keep each other informed of our needs and desires better now.



The Biker



I was trying hard to make it through a long and boring Friday afternoon at work. My mood was as gloomy as the gray overcast skies. I should have been excited about a new client and two new job orders to work on. But I wasn't. My mind was elsewhere.

My eyes kept moving to the windows; hoping to see a certain man who had teased me about showing up unannounced at my window. A modern day Romeo. I was eager to see his smile; more eager to feel his arms around me and his kisses covering my face.

The internet holds a wealth of information about a variety of different topics, but the censors on the work computers limited my ability to pursue my current interest. So I trudged through Linked In, Zoom and Hoovers building a file of information on my new client, their market niche and competitors. I was trying, although admittedly not too hard to concentrate on my work. In reality my mind was elsewhere.

My reverie was interrupted by the deep throaty unmistakable sounds of a Harley. I looked out the window and saw a shiny black Sportster with red and orange flames painted on the tank. The chrome gleamed in spite of the dreary day. It looked brand new. The man straddled over the leather seat was dressed all in black. I noticed the black leather boots with silver buckles that most of the riders favored, the tight black jeans, and the black leather jacket. He wore a helmet, so I couldn't see his face right away.

Could it be the man that was laying claim to my imagination even though I thought he was miles away; the man whose touch I was feeling even though I was sitting alone at my desk?

I watched in silent anticipation as he unhooked the strap and took off his helmet. He shook his head a bit and I noted the dark, wavy brown hair peppered with grey. My heart was racing. Then he turned his face to the window and smiled. 

I jumped up from my desk and rushed out the back door. In the moments that it took me to arrive in front of him, he had gotten off the bike and hit the kick stand. His arms opened to me as I rushed into them. He held me tight against him and I could feel the power and strength of his body against mine. He took a moment to smile down at me before covering my mouth with his. His kisses were sweet and warm; just like I remembered. "Oh my gosh," I thought, he meant what he said. "What a wonderful surprise." My arms circled up around his neck and my fingers ran through his hair. I pulled my face from his to smile up at him and whispered, "Thank you."

"The pleasure is mine," he said softly as his mouth covered mine again. Kissing with this man was different than kissing had ever been before. He seemed to have the widest repertoire of kisses I'd ever known. Some were soft and gentle, barely there butterfly kisses. Some were soft and yielding, but at the same time firm and sure. Sounds maybe like a funny combination, but he made it work. It was the kiss of equals. A strong man meeting a strong woman face to face on equal ground. Then there were the kisses that were all about power and dominance. I liked those kisses. His lips became firm and demanding. He was staking a claim. At least in this moment, I became his and he was clearly in control. In the heat of the moment, as our mouths opened to each other, our tongues circled in an ancient game of pursuit and pleasure. I rubbed my tongue against the smoothness of his teeth. He gently took my bottom lip between his teeth and alternately sucked gently and bit down softly. It was magic and I could feel my knees buckle. His arms, circling my body, clasped me tighter and closer against him so that I would not fall.

"Easy there. Maybe we should find someplace else to go. Can you take off a little early?"

"Oh yes," I breathed more than spoke. "Just give me a minute to grab my stuff."

I headed back into the office only to find several of my office mates including the boss moving quickly away from the back windows. They all had little smiles on their faces and twinkles in their eyes. It was only then that I realized we had been putting on a bit of a show.

"Is that the new man that we've been hearing about?" the boss asked.

"Yes." I blushed. "I'm taking off a bit early, if that's ok," I stammered.

"Have fun," he said with a wink.

I saved my work and then shut down my computer. I quickly realized that the briefcase would have to wait until later to make it home. I reached for my hat. As I started to put it on, I glanced outside. He was watching me and at that point shook his head and held up a helmet. I remembered the second helmet, size medium that he had bought; supposedly a two for one deal, hoping that it would fit me. I guess the hat would have to wait too. I grabbed my purse, holding it up and saw him shake his head in the affirmative. I smiled as I said goodbye to everyone and headed out the door.

Outside, he helped me into the helmet and then onto the back of the bike. He took my purse and pushed it into one of the saddle bags that I just noticed on either side of the bike. "Just move close against my back, hold tight to my waist and try to lean with me. You'll be fine." Then he hopped on, started up the bike and off we went. My last glance at the office windows showed several smiling faces still gazing out at us as we departed.

To where I had no clue. But it didn't matter. I knew that everything was going to be more than fine.

As we headed out of town and into the more rural areas to the west, I must admit that I did begin to wonder where he was taking me. My curiosity was one of my strongest character traits. Sometimes even my beloved daughter called me "nosey." I usually didn't like surprises. Past experiences had made me wary. Often surprises turned out to be of the negative variety rather than the positive. But in this new relationship, I had made the conscious decision to leave the past behind and not bring preconceived notions and ideas into the freshness of this relationship. So I pushed the curiosity out of my mind and chose to trust this man that was carefully guiding us through the summer countryside.

We rode for about 30 minutes. As we did, miraculously, the skies cleared and the sun came out. It looked like it might be turning into a nice summer evening. Finally we turned into the LeRoy Oakes Forest Preserve. At least now I knew where we were going, although not why. He ratcheted down the gears on the bike and took the curvy path through the preserve slowly. We traveled perhaps another 15 minutes to what seemed to be the far south end of the preserve. We hadn't seen any other cars, bikes or people since we first turned in. He finally pulled the bike into a small parking lot and got off, stretching his legs. He helped me off the bike and I immediately fell into his arms again. My legs were stiff from the ride, plus his arms were welcoming. They were always a good place to land.

He looked down into my eyes and smiled like a kid with a secret. He kissed me on the tip of my nose and said, "You ok to stand here for a minute by yourself while I get our gear?"

"Sure," I said and caught myself right before, "What gear?" came out of my mouth.

He moved around the bike and started emptying the saddle bags. He pulled out a small picnic basket, a small cooler, a large blanket and my purse.

"You ready," he asked.

"Sure," I said again, not really sure what I was ready for.

He gathered up the provisions and started walking down the trail. I followed.

We walked for about ten minutes and came to a clearing just off the trail. It was the grassy bank of a small stream that ran through the preserve. 

"This looks like a good spot," he said.

I wasn't sure what exactly it was a good spot for, but I was beginning to get the idea.

He spread out the blanket and said, "Have a seat." I did and kicked off my sandals. He opened the cooler and popped the cork on a split of champagne. My favorite. WOW! This man was amazing. I watched him pour it into a flute and then he reached and brought out a really red raspberry and dropped it into the bottom of the glass. As he leaned over to hand it to me, I reached up to kiss him. He almost lost his balance.

"I'll be joining you down there in a minute. Patience, sweetheart." He knows I have very little. He set up a small table and covered it with a cloth. He brought out a second champagne glass and poured himself a glass. Out of his picnic basket he brought two small plates and two cloth napkins. He set all this down off to the sides of the small table. Then he reached in for a larger platter covered with foil and set it in the center of the table. It was filled with wonderful delicacies. Fancy olives, cheeses, pepperoncini, small sausages, rolls of prosciutto, specialty crackers and fresh raspberries and blackberries. A feast.

Finally he slipped out of his boots, dropped the leather jacket and found his way onto the blanket at my side. He raised his champagne glass to click with mine and said, "Here's to a wonderful weekend, my dear." Well it certainly was off to a spectacular start.

We sat together in silence, enjoying the champagne, the beautiful change in weather and most of all the pleasure of just being together. After finishing his champagne, he put the glass on the table and reached for me. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. "I am really happy to be here with you," he said. I murmured a thank you through his kisses. His mouth never left my face as he took my empty glass from my hand and placed it too on the table. He eased me down until I was on my back. He laid down right next to me, continuing to explore my face with his kisses and my body with his hands. 

He kissed my lips, my cheeks, my forehead and eyebrows. With one hand he gently eased my hair back as he moved his lips slowly across my jaw line to my ear. His breath in my ear sent shivers up my spine. His hand moved down my neck and his mouth followed. I moaned in pleasure. 

He moved his face to look into my eyes and asked, "Are you relaxed yet my dear?" He had known that it had been an exceedingly difficult week at work. And he knew exactly what to do to make me forget that world and relax into the weekend and into him. 

Before I could respond, he said, "This dress, with all its buttons presents a bit of a challenge. I reached out and started unbuttoning them. 

"No," he said. "Allow me."

Very slowly; almost painfully slowly, he began to unbutton the tiny buttons. I knew it would be a challenge for his larger, so masculine hands. With each button he unbuttoned, he leaned down to kiss the exposed flesh. Oh my gosh. I was in heaven. As each button slipped open, his mouth eagerly explored the contours of my body. It seemed forever until he reached my waist. He raised his head and smiled at me. I reached for his face and brought his lips to mine. The kisses were deep and long. Our tongues danced around our mouths in that age old rhythm that lovers have always shared. It always made me aware of the intimate connections of people through the ages and the pleasures that God has given us to share and enjoy.

With his mouth never leaving mine, his hands reached behind me and propped me up a bit. With one hand he unhooked the red lace bra that I had been wearing and then lowered me back to the ground. I moaned as his mouth left mine and found the exposed nipples. First one and then the other. With his mouth he teased and kissed and sucked each nipple. With his hand he held the warm, pale globes of each breast and gently tweaked the nipples between his finger tips. I continued to moan and could feel the moisture between my legs growing. He leaned into me and I could also feel the heat and hardness of his erection against my thigh.

His sudden movement startled me. Quickly he moved to kneel between my legs and slipped his shirt off over his head. His head came down again quickly and he rested a moment in the warm space between my breasts. Then he continued with the buttons. He slowly exposed my tummy covered by the red lace of my panties. He continued to kiss each exposed part of my body and also now to run his hands up and down my curves. When he finally reached the end of the buttons he spread the dress away from my body and gazed down at me. "You are beautiful," he said. "Really beautiful." 

I sat up and slipped my shoulders out of the dress. My mouth met his, but my hands reached down to undo his belt buckle, then the snap and zipper of his jeans. I hooked my thumbs inside his pants and pushed them down. His huge, rock hard penis sprung forward, finally freed from the confines of those tight black jeans. I moved as close as I could with him still straddling my legs and caressed his steamy hot shaft between my breasts.

After only a moment, he gently pushed me back down on my back and said, "Patience, my sweet." I watched him stand and slip out of his jeans and a pair of tight blue underwear. He stood over me in all his male magnificence. He was tall with broad well muscled shoulders and arms. His chest was well defined and covered with a light sprinkling of curly brown hair. His abs while not quite a six pack, were smooth and tight. His penis was incredible. Standing upright and at attention surrounded by a carefully groomed patch of pubic hair. He was gorgeous.

I rose to my knees and moved closer to him. Smiling up at him, I gently kissed the tip of his penis. It was already glistening with his juices. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked up the sweetness of him. One hand moved to the base of his penis, my fingers firmly holding it in place; the oher hand gently cupped his testicles. My tongue moved up and down the hard length of his shaft. Up and down until it was really slippery. Then my hand moved up and started stroking him. Firmly, but gently, hovering right at the precise balance of pressure, I moved my hand up and down his slippery hot penis. I heard him moaning with pleasure. I quickly moved my hand away and in one swift continuous motion covered the entire length of his penis with my mouth. I drew him in deep, tickling the back of my throat with the tip. Inside my mouth I alternately sucked and tickled the ridge of the head with the tip of my tongue. I could here his moans getting louder and his knees began to buckle. I didn't want him to come in my mouth this time, so I reluctantly backed away from him.

I laid back down and said, "Come to me. I want to feel you."

He knelt down and gently pulled the red lace panties down my legs and off. Then he lay down beside me and began kissing me again. These were those strong and dominating kisses. He was clearly in charge now and I was totally responding to his lead. As his mouth devoured mine, he slipped his fingers into the warm wet spot between my legs. I moaned through his kisses and moved my hips in response to his touch. He pushed his fingers in and out, mimicking the motion that his penis would soon be making. He found the sweet spot of my clit and rubbed first slowly and gently and then quickly and more forcefully. His mouth never left mine which is the only reason I was not crying out loud with pleasure. When his mouth finally did leave mine, he moved his fingers, sweet and wet with my juices first into his mouth and then to mine.

"Come into me." I said. "I want to feel you inside of me."

He knelt between my legs. I spread my thighs and raised my knees to open myself to him. With his eyes never leaving my face, I felt him drive his rock hard penis deep into my wet warm vagina with one strong thrust. His penis was on autopilot; like a missile locked into its target. 

"Is that what you want," he asked with a smile?

"Oh yes, "I said. "Oh yes." And with that he started to move. In and out, out and in. Sometimes thrusting so hard it made me cry out. Sometimes so slowly and gently with just the head of his penis breaking into my sweet spot. It was magic and it seemed to last forever. The variety of his movements was even more magical than the variety of his kisses. He slipped in and out of me and I moaned with pleasure. His thrusts were deep and hard and I was quivering inside. He was hitting just the right spots and I felt myself start to slip over the edge. I was shaking from the inside out as the first orgasm racked through my body. "Harder," I cried out. "Don't stop." And he didn't. For a long while he just kept pounding into me and I cried out as wave after wave of orgasms filled my body.

Abruptly he stopped. And when he did I could feel how deep inside me he was. I could feel his penis throbbing inside my warm welcoming vagina as he ejaculated inside of me.

He smiled down at me and said softly, "Welcome to the weekend bright eyes."



The Biker



She was the kind of woman that always survives in horror films. Fearless, bold, adventurous, strong, resourceful, intelligent, and highly unconventional. Ellen Ripley with long dark hair, a slightly thicker and more toned figure, and tattoo sleeves on both her arms. She had no need of low cut shirts or tight pants that most women her size would have to squeeze into. Men would turn their heads regardless of what she wore, their curiosity peaked by the confidence of her gait and the striking outline of her face and shoulders. But most importantly, she didn't care about any of that. If the rest of the world disliked her look, they could go fuck themselves. She was the kind of woman that your father warned you about.

He watched her walking towards where he sat on the motorcycle. They had spoken online and over text for a couple days before agreeing to meet up. He was well-framed himself, with defined shoulders, an angular jaw, strong legs, and large hands, not to mention the tattoo adorning his back. From an outside view, they looked like any average Harley couple. As she approached him, he swallowed nervously.

"You like it?" she asked. "I got it used for only five grand. Restored most of it myself. Scoot back a bit."

He inched back to the passenger seat as she sat down in front of him at the handlebars. She fired up the ignition with a roar before looking over her shoulder to say, "You're gonna have to hold on to me. I promise not to bite. Yet."

He leaned forward and put his arms around her waist as the bike began to move. She could feel his heart beat faster against her body. He must be a little nervous about what the on-lookers are thinking, she thought to herself. As they picked up speed, she moved her head back against the side of his head.

"You know what they call that seat?" she said into his ear. "The bitch seat."

She felt his pulse rise a little more and a big devilish grin came across her face.

"Ha ha ha," he said sarcastically. "Maybe I have a better vantage point back here?"

Raising an eyebrow and smirking a bit, she replied, "That may be, but don't forget that this ride has an end and you don't know what that end is gonna be yet!"

He grinned and flattened his hands against her stomach. Although her pulse remained steady, he could tell she liked it by her slight tilt of the head. Off they went, down the road.

-

As they neared their destination, she let off the throttle and hit a button for the garage door. She coasted slowly inside until she could put down her black boots and bring the bike to a stop. Another push of the button and the door closed.

She got up and turned around on her seat, facing him. For a silent ten seconds her eyes examined him and then fixated on his eyes. He feared he'd done something wrong.

"I need you to be honest with me. You know why you're here, you remember all we've talked about, and you know I don't kid around. I mean what I say."

"Yes, I do."

"What seat are you sitting in?"

"What seat? The passenger seat?"

"No."

"Um. The... the bitch seat."

"That's right. So what does that make you?"

"...uh..."

"We could've taken your car. I could've let you drive. But I didn't. I told you to sit where I wanted you to sit, and you know why. Now don't make me ask again. What does it make you to sit in the bitch seat?"

"The bitch."

"That wasn't so hard, was it? Tell me why I had you ride in the bitch seat on my bike."

"Because I'm your bitch."

"And you knew that when you went and sat on my bike like I told you to, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to follow my orders from here on, like a good little bitch?"

"Yes."

"Then say, 'Yes, Mistress'."

"Yes, Mistress."

She reached out and put her hand against his cheek. Suddenly it moved down to his chest. He began to panic with this intimidating creature sitting in front of him, staring at him intensely, her hand placed firm against his heart. She could feel every fluctuation, every movement, every rhythm of his pulse and breath, as if she was soaking up every sign of embarrassment and anxiety that he had. As she smiled carnivorously at him, he felt violated in a way he'd never known possible, and he realized he would never be able to hide anything from her.

"Good bitch," she said. She stood up and walked around behind him, sliding her hands under his shirt and over his bare chest. "Let's see if you followed the other orders I gave you. Bend over the back of my bike."

As he got up, she pulled the shirt off his body and gleefully watched him obediently bend over. She pressed her lips against his back and kissed it, while her hands worked their way down his chest to his pants. Before the zipper was half way down, she stuck one hand into the top of his pants. He gasped excitedly.

The pants came off and there he was, bent over the bike in her garage, wearing nothing but bright pink lace panties. She laughed a cruel laugh through an evil smile.

"Very good! Those are definitely what I'd call bitch panties." She further showed her approval by gently clasping her right hand over his right buttock. Then she squeezed. Then her left hand ran up his left leg, under his panties, and clenched his left buttock. At last, she untangled her hands from him and planted a firm slap on his right ass cheek.

"Turn around," she commanded. "Lick my boots."

He obeyed and bent forward, licking the black leather. She looked down on him with pleasure, occasionally ordering him to switch to the other boot. He felt degraded and humiliated, yet filled with nervous excitement that she was able to lower him to such a state.

"That's enough," she said after a while. "Get back on your knees."

He stayed there, wondering and worrying over what she would have him do next. His lips began to moisten when she removed her boots and started unzipping her pants. But then her hand reached in and pulled out something quite unexpected. Waiting for him underneath her pants the whole time was a long and thick pink dildo she wore in a harness. She stepped towards him with it and startled him.

"Wait a min--"

"Yes, I know you didn't like the idea when we discussed it. But listen carefully..."

She leaned forward and quickly put her hand around his neck. He immediately sat up straight and listened quietly.

"YOU. ARE. MY. BITCH. NOW." she said a few inches from his face, with a tone that none would dare confuse with anything less than absolute. "You're here to serve me, not argue. You can say no to this cock for now, but every time you do, your ass is going to take one hell of a paddling instead, until you eventually change your mind. Either way, you're going to learn that being the bitch means submission. So think long and hard before you resist. The only way you're getting out of this is if you can honestly look at me and tell me you don't want my cock. Otherwise, you're going to have to beg for it now."

His eyes widened. She took her shirt off while she watched him. Next came the bra, as her naked breasts fell out beautifully against her chest. She grabbed her cock and began stroking it. She smiled as she watched him struggle, already well aware of what he would do.

"Do you want your Mistress' big long cock, my little bitch?"

"Yes, Mistress!" he nearly shouted.

"How badly do you want it?"

"I- uhhh, I want it badly, Mistress."

"Oh, that doesn't sound so bad to me."

"Please let me take your cock, Mistress!"

"I'm not sure you want it that much."

"I need your hard, thick cock, Mistress, please!"

The devilish grin returned to her face as she opened his mouth and put her pink cock down his throat. "Suck it," she barked. He sucked it, licked it, and kissed it. She delighted in the sight of this man on his knees, wearing lace panties, taking her strap-on dick like a good cocksucker. And she told him as much in many ways, repeatedly.

When she decided he had sucked enough cock for the moment, she ordered him to bend over the back of her bike again. She grabbed a riding crop from elsewhere in the garage.

"Let's refresh your memory. What do bitches do?" she asked, putting her fingers through the sides of his panties.

"Sit in the bitch seat."

"Good. You will sit there every time we go out. What else?"

"Uhh, wear panties?"

"Yes! My bitch needs to keep his ass looking pretty. What else?"

"...suck your cock?"

"Absolutely. No bitch of mine will ever get away without sucking his Mistress' cock. Anything else?"

"Ummm... I don't know..."

"Yes, you do. Tell Mistress what else you need. She knows you crave it."

"Oh. You mean take your cock in my ass?"

"Say it like the cock-hungry slut you are. You begged to suck it, you can beg for it in your ass."

"Oh fuck."

"Yes, I will fuck your ass, but you need to beg first." She rubbed lube on her long cock.

"Please..."

"Out with it, bitch boy."

"...may I..."

"Come on, your ass is bent over in my garage, you're wearing fucking panties, and you just sucked my fucking cock like the little bitch boy you are. Now quit stalling and BEG for me to pound your ass!"

"PLEASE WOULD YOU POUND MY ASS WITH YOUR BIG, HARD DICK, MISTRESS??!"

"You want this dick in your asshole, do you?"

"Oh fuck, yes. I want it deep inside me, I want your hands on my ass. Fuck me like your bitch!"

With a rapid yank, the panties descended to his knees, she pushed apart his butt cheeks, and gradually slid her dick into his hole. He gasped, grunted, and moaned. "All the way," she said softly. "All the way."

A sudden smack on his bare ass from the riding crop forced a surprised yelp out of him. She laughed a sinister laugh and thrust her cock back and forth, in and out. With her free hand, she grabbed his hip and drove her dildo as deep into him as she could. He cried out in pleasure, as she reached below and felt up his cock. Rock hard. What a bitch, she thought, smiling profusely.

She lashed him with the crop again and again, smacked his ass with her bare hands, and pounded his hole until she was satisfied. She pulled out slowly, leaving his dangling cock still as stiff as ever. Chuckling to herself, she brought a chair over and sat down behind him, admiring the work in front of her as she took a drink of cool water.

He collapsed to the floor, eventually crawling over to where she sat. As she took another drink, he lifted his head up to ask for some. She poured the last of the glass onto his face as he sighed contentedly, then pushed his head down to her feet. He clutched them and kissed them while she sat proudly.

"Good bitch."