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How foolish that sounded. Oh well. No, Annette hadn't noticed. Good. Barbara leaned away from her cheese omelet and glared at the thick slices of French toast buried beneath a mountain of fresh strawberries and whipped cream on Annette's breakfast plate. "That's disgusting, Annette, how can you eat like that? she said. "Here, I'll help you." And she scooped up a bite, glancing back at the young man at the other table as she rather obviously rolled it around on her tongue, lips slightly parted. The two women had just finished an eleven-day, 638-mile bicycle tour down state. In past years they had peddled thousands of miles together, 150 miles in one stint, 500 in another.They were already planning a bike tour across Europe that might very well get them into the Guinness Book of Records. They had both often agreed that it was their mutual "visions of hotcakes" that made them dedicated cyclists. The two women never allowed themselves breakfast until they had gone 20 or 25 miles. They had long before agreed, "We'll have to be starving first, and then we will both agree that it was the best breakfast we ever ate." And every night they would have the best shower they ever had.But that seemed to be it. No great sex, just a great shower. The two women had been biking together for years. They had met four years before when a mutual friend, a real estate agent, introduced them, saying that, "Annette will be great for you! She will help you decorate your home." Annette had, and now the two houses looked exactly alike. Their first long ride together had taken them some twelve miles, to meet their husbands for dinner at the beach. As they approached the restaurant Annette had called out,"That's twelve. Thirteen is a luckier number!" So the two women circled a car wash, next to the restaurant, about fifteen times to make up the mile difference. The difference between them, Barbara had finally decided, was that Annette was a record-breaker idiot. There was something else about cycling that Barbara loved, screw the records, the distance and all that. She loved the wind in her hair, her face, the coolness of it. And her legs pumping, sometimes aching ... and she associated that thought, strangely enough, with sex. The moment of exhaustion was not unlike the moment of orgasm. But then how would Barbara know? She was in her mid-thirties, and except for a little side-trip of sexual adventure,had never experienced true sexual fullfillment. And that had been a mind-bending experience. Of course it had been with the young man who had stared over his eggs Benedict at her during breakfast that morning at the little roadside motel. A soul-filled look in his eyes, that was what it had been that turned her on so. She had had a husband and many other men in her life - so why was this youth's look so different, so exciting? Perhaps it was a case of Monday Morning Quarter- backing - he had satisfied her. Oh, did he ever satisfy her! She had become sick to death of Annette's bribes of"Tell you what,Barbara, a big luscious hot fudge sundae if we push on for another three miles, what say?" Annette was obsessed. Annette was a nut. There had been the feedback from friends - "You two will kill yourselves." Actually, there had been few mishaps. The two women had prepared thoroughly for their long-distance runs, and both had worked themselves into demons for conditioning.Barbara,in her first burst of enthusiasm after meeting Annette, had taken a semester-long course on bicycling at a local Junior college, and the whole thrust of it had been safety.Safety was something Barbara was sick to death of. The young man's eyes-ahh, there was danger, a much spicier dish than safety. Annette had insisted they have their bikes checked out before each and every trip,and then they would train,leaving home before 5:45 a.m., getting in 12 or 20 miles of vigorous cycling.Always, though, they were back before 7:45 in time for Annette to cook breakfast for her husband. Barbara had become jealous of that. She had no one except her son Jerry to even think about breakfast for. And her son Jerry, at this point in his life, anyway, needed a bicycling mother like he needed a hole in the head. But the conditioning had paid off. She was slim,tight of body,didn't pant, even when cycling up a continuous twenty-five mile hill. Maybe it had all put her in condition for the very young man who was to be her first satisfying lover.In his arms, she was to forget the challenges of roads that had no shoulders, logging trucks and sawdust trucks whizzing by, hills to pump up. But, in young Jim's arms, Barbara, a bit late in life, realized the wonderful exhileration of another kind of uphill pumping, her mind screaming to itself, "Look what your body is doing now!" "Hi!" he had said to her as she sat outside her motel room door. She and Annette always had their own room, no matter where they were cycling to or from. It had been Annette's husband's idea. "If you do break any mileage records, people will get to talking, and the next thing you know you'll have reputations as being lesbians. I don't mind the bike rides off into nowhere, but I don't think I can hack the lesbian talk bit," he had declared. Both women agreed immediately, for that was not their game. Barbara now lifted her sun glasses and looked into the young man's handsome face. She said nothing, but did manage a smile. You and your girlfriend are bike freaks too, eh?" he said. "Freaks? I don't like to think of it exactly that way," Barbara replied, crossing her legs, a subconscious protective measure - against her own compulsions, not against the young man who had approached her. "Sorry. No offense. I call myself a bike freak. I biked up here all the way from State College. There are bike freaks and there are bike freaks, see?" He pulled up a deck chair next to her. His body was tight, compact, tanned. "I live on a particular street down at college. "It's off campus, actually, and I have a basement apartment. Anyway, this street is known for bachelor parties, and out on the street and on the balconies, anywhere. Sort of like New Orleans. And the girls that live there in the dorms... freshmen, mostly .. they ride their bikes by this street every morning, see. It's like a beauty parade. They know that only studs that are seniors and have some bread can afford apartments on the street. Not that the apartments are so great - mine was flooded knee deep last year during the rains - but then I got a basement two-roomer, the rent's cool. Anyway, these freshies ride by, and whoever doesn't have a hangover from a bash the night before watches. Good watching, too. They purposely wear these little bikinis and no bras under their T-shirts, so their boobs bounce and all." Barbara smiled, and reddened a bit. He's so young, she thought, so fresh, so ready to attack life. I wish I was like that. I was once. He grinned, and his teeth were very young and white and square. "So there they go, pedaling along, dozens of them, up and down the street. Their boobs bounce, and sometimes when I look up from my basement window I can almost see the balconies above bouncing in the same cadence. Lots of horny dudes, see. Anyway, like I was saying, there's bikers and then there's bikers.Those girls are not bikers. You and your friend,you're bikers. I could tell. Bikes oiled, everything in balance." He looked down at her breasts. "And nothing bouncing." He wore nothing but blue satin bathing trunks, and her eyes fell on the thick bulge, the almost invisible throb at the skimpy center. She looked back up into his eyes. And she knew. They both knew ... Later, in her motel room that night, while Annette obtained her necessary "health sleep, eight hours, no less!", the young man named Jim stared again into Barbara's eyes. Running his middle finger over the crispy curling strands of her pubic hair, he hissed down at her his teeth bared in an animalistic mask of lust. "Don't worry," he told her. "I'm going to give you the fucking of your life!" "Oooooooooh!" moaned Barbara. "Yeeeeeees!" His obscene words triggered still more excitement in her wildly impassioned body, and she groaned louder, "Do it to me ... fuck me as hard as you can!" Her small ringed hand tightened about the shaft of his pulsing penis as she spoke, and her naked white ass-cheeks began to rotate in wanton little circles on the mattress as she felt his prodding finger swirling around and around the sensitive little bud of her clitoris. "Aaaaaaah," she cried. Her new lover's penis lurched violently and he new he could not wait any longer. Suddenly inspired by her lewd gyrations and wanton pleadings, he decided what his plan of attack would be with the woman. He wanted to shove his bursting cock up inside her tight little belly, and he wanted the salacious view of her jouncing breasts and her lust-contorted face as he did so. There was only one way to do it. "Get on top of me!" he commanded, and before Barbara had a chance to protest or to consent, she felt herself being pulled up over his passion- fevered loins. Her husband had never made love to her this way, and she was not quite sure of what to do.She stared down with wide wondering eyes,afraid he was going to do something else that would only satisfy his own needs instead of giving her the fucking she needed. Her breath came in quick labored gasps, and she only wished he would put his penis inside her aching pussy quick! It felt as though her cunt were on fire, and the spirit of licentious liberation from all inhibitions drove her to heights of wanton desire which she had never before known. "Like this, baby," explained the youth whose fingers were clasping the satin-smooth cheeks of her resilient buttocks and positioning her temptingly small cuntal mouth directly above his throbbing hardness.A lewd little smile lighted his face as he noted the half-fearful,half-lustful gleam in her eyes as she stared greedily down at the size of his penis. "Is it big enough?" he asked lecherously, his eyes gleaming. "This what your hot cunt is needing?" Barbara could hardly answer. The sight of his rigid pulsing flesh rising straight up from his hairy loins to her unprotected pussy made the lustful woman almost faint with desire. But it's so big, she thought in terror. It will surely tear me apart. Suddenly her lust was forgotten in a flood of terror. "No!" she gasped. "Stop! Let go of me!" Forgotten now, in the moment of truth, were all the other massive penises that she had thought too big for her. But there was no stopping now.The panting youth was quite sure that she'd like his big thick cock well enough once it was firmly ensconced within her trembling cunt. "Take it in your hand and put it in your cunt," he ordered, too impatient to pay attention to the cock-teasing woman's objections. "No!" she wailed. "I can't! I'm afraid! I won't!" Oh God in heaven! thought Barbara,he is surely going to tear me to pieces.But she was helpless against his every wish. Her body ceased to struggle and strain, and much to her astonishment the needles of desire and thrills of excitement began again prurient flames of eroticism flooding through her loins. "Now you put my cock in your pussy and hurry up about it," commanded the boy who lay below her, still leering. Oh God. How did I ever get in a position like this? But she obediently reached out her hand and guided his lust-distended hardness toward the small quivering mouth of her vagina. As she somewhat gingerly parted her soaked vaginal lips to guide the blunt-nosed shaft up into the depths of her belly, her earlier passion began to return. Unable to wait another second,the lusting youth with the big penis flicked his muscular hips upward and plunged his aching hardness deep into her open cunt without thinking whether he was hurting her or not. Sharp needles of sensual agony shot through her impaled body. The boy's massive thickness was thrust inside her.His mammoth hardness throbbed within the suffering walls of her stretched cunt. Then before she realized what she was doing, she began to undulate her own firm-fleshed ass-cheeks around the obscenely impaling rod of hardened male flesh, all traces of pain easing until she was floating in between hurt and happiness, between pain and pleasure, far away from reality. Something was so erotic, so forbidden about being fucked half to death by a stranger, far away from her son, far away from home. A powerful wave of pleasure rippled through her over-stimulated body. "Oh, yes," she breathed. "Yes, fuck me like that." Eager to oblige the lust-ridden woman the youth began to fuck his pulsating thickness hard up into her heated vagina with smooth straight strokes that sank all the way to her spongy cervix. At the same time, he teased his thumb wildly at the sensitive bud of her throbbing clitoris. Incoherent gurgles of joy spurted from Barbara's lushly parted lips, and her ripe body squirmed in orgiastic ecstasy. She felt his hand attack her vulnerable anus with savage insistence, as the outstretched finger wormed its way up into her clenching rectum, to move back and forth in time to the wild fucking strokes of the youth beneath her. She felt herself floating higher and higher, far removed from space and time. Then, suddenly, the long desired climax hit her like a jackhammer. Unexpectedly it came over her aroused flesh and she howled like a wounded animal, as great swirls of incredible pleasure stormed through her overloaded nervous system. And at precisely the same moment, the plunging penis that brought her to such heights, came also, expanding to spurt its hot load of semen deep into her convulsing body. Maddened by the pungent aroma of sexual release, Barbara fucked harder and wilder down upon his stiff exploding penis. 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