Written by artsmart

Fiction
16 May 2016


It was that time of the year again. There was nothing like all those tight cycling shorts on sporty women. Tom had been training long hours for this event. He’d gotten his points right up in previous races and was looking forward to riding with an experienced bunch this time round.

He had just come out from doing the necessary administration when he saw a group of ladies arrive on their bicycles. Usually when a group of men rolled up on their bikes, Tom’s eyes would be on cycling gear and bicycle parts. Strong leg muscles and sporty clothing. But when it came to the feminine side of things, there was nothing more attractive than a pair of cycling shorts sporting a camel toe in front of a tight butt.

So there was Tom, eyeing out the talent rolling in. The brunette in front of the pack, had slipped her shoes off the pedals. Tom was instantly positioning himself to catch the movement. He was standing about ten meters away from these cycling sirens. There were loads of people everywhere, so a good position for viewing action was imperative. Tom watched. She slipped off her seat, her tight muscular butt lifting to the side while she swung her leg around the back of her bike. Tom could just glimpse her shorts releasing themselves from the grip of her labia. His eyes followed her hip and slid down her tanned thigh, along the outer edge of the knee, down along the outer leg and onto the ground across the road to another set of cycling shoes and up again. Long slender calves, sweating tanned inner thighs, shiny tight shorts and landing on the gentle bumpy outline of pubic hairs nestled under skimpy panties. Tom was mesmerized. Lost in the flow of his gaze.

She had felt his eyes on her. Even before she saw him. She felt him boring into her butt. Being a sports lady, she was often outdoors in her gear and her assets could hardly be missed by both women and men. This happened too often to mention. Mostly the show was over quickly. But this particular chap was drinking. She was happy to show him and let him feast, seeing that he sported the sort of build she adored in the form of the opposite sex. There must’ve been a monster on board the way his shorts bulged back there. His legs were slender but strong. His arms had hardly any hair on them and she could see his sinewy muscles and strong hands. She averaged him in his late forties, but she could be wrong. He had a younger look on his face. She then realized that she’d been checking him out a bit longer than usual. They were both standing there, hidden behind their respective sporty shades glad that no one could see the movement of their eyes. Mother nature, didn’t give a fuck about eyes. There was electricity in the air and she was going to make sure that her alchemical potion would be put to good use

For a week now, Tom had abstained from any orgasmic activity. Holding his vitality in, was what he needed for performing at his optimum on the day of the race. His girlfriend, Cathy, had spent hours shaving his legs and pubes, bringing them to a smooth shiny finish. She saw herself as sculpting the finishing touches to her man. The process had kept her well oiled herself and her panties would tell the tale.

She would compare the hairy parts with the shaved parts of his body and this would turn her on. Smooth legs and rough hairs around his nipples. She’d shave his pubes, fondling his cock in the process. He would lean back and breathe deeply while she skilled fingers would bring him into an erection. Her soft hand slipping over his shaft. She would bring her fingers up around his anus and stroke him there until she felt his erection harden up. Pressing at the base of his swollen penis, she would slip the head between her lips and suck until he’d grab her shoulders. She knew it was time to stop. His race performance meant a lot to him. His firm touch had sent a wave of pleasure over her body. She would let go of his cock and let it slap down onto his belly.

Sometimes, she would straddle his face while shaving him down there. She loved holding his balls while watching the tiny spiky hairs being cut away by her strokes. He would be relaxed and enjoyed having her panty covered pussy just centimetres from his face, her perfume filling his being. For the occasion she always wore something see-thru so that he could watch what was happening to her. She was such a tease. Both of them held back on orgasmic activity, enjoying the foreplay and erotic banter they both knew would be even spicier once the race was over. His racing lifestyle had been enormously beneficial to their sex life.

Tom’s brunette fancy, skilfully propped her sleek black bicycle up against a no stopping street sign, and proceeded to head toward him on her way into the registration tent. She made sure she walked close by him. Craning her eyes behind her cycle shades, yes, she was right, he was staring straight at her pussy. She instinctively reached down and tugged at her shorts that could not help riding up her sexy little crack. She had specially selected her riding shorts so that they did not show that large pouting chamois that was so necessary for absorbing her sweat, and other juices. What she was wearing then, took her form well, but if she did not adjust them every now and again, her protruding Venus would gulp up the skimpy material all around it leaving a form that would gather lots of attention and sometimes too much from the wrong eyes.

Tom saw her head for him. He felt relaxed, but as she approached he could not take his eyes off her mound. The way she walked on her cycling shoes, made her knees move apart at every step. Her sleek legs showing off her muscles. And her puss was something to die for. She passed by him at arm’s length and he caught her scent. He felt like Al Paccino, sniffing up the scent of a woman. He felt his cock stirring in his blue cycling shorts. Fortunately he had chosen a heavy chamois because his balls were on the large side and needed something for extra protection.

He could not resist turning his head to view her tight swinging butt cheeks as she walked past him. With his fore finger he tilted his shades down somewhat so as to get a good look at this siren. She in turn, glanced over her shoulder and caught him in the act. She walked on, pulling her shorts up a bit around the waste and dusting off her sexy ass. He knew she had seen him drinking her sex in and it looked as if she had enjoyed the voyeurism. He had to steady himself now because his cock was beginning to make his riding shorts swell. Back to business, he assured himself. Keep the focus. If I’d be so lucky to see that ass again. He thought of Cathy’s ass from behind. Her pussy lips wantonly suspended in suck me mode. Jesus, he thought, these chicks were so fucking sexy.

When the sun rose the following day, everyone was lined up and ready for the race. Among the thousands of cyclists Tom could pick out juicy bits. He was so damn horny and this was good because all that passion could be put to good use. He could feel his oiled skin, bristling in the light fresh breeze that had begun to blow for the south east. He shivered slightly as he thought of what lay ahead. But he was not going to be daunted, not Tom, he had trained himself to keep the focus. Years of sex instruction from his Zen instructor had enabled him to harness his masculine power and put it to creative use. Not only this but he could fuck nonstop for hours on end. He was like a wild horse on the lookout for a wanton filly. Someone to play with. And he was not short of advances. The cycling fraternity was full of well-endowed fillies. And right now in front of him was one such leggy number. He could just make out her panty line beneath her white cycling shorts. Cor! What a nice bum!

It was Tom’s turn now. Like a well-aimed bullet, he shot forward. His own physical power taking him by surprise. He went straight for an already forming group up ahead of him, falling in on their slip. He’d ride them until it was time to make a break.

Tom road this pack for two hours. They were heading for a steep hill and he knew it was time to kick himself ahead of this one. He was just over the rise, having sprinted to break free of the pack when, inside a sharp curve, he hit a nut that was lying on the inner edge of the road. He saw it coming but his reflex was too slow and the swerve of his wheel caught it head on. The nut, in turn, sliced through the weave of his front tyre. Pulling onto the side of the road, Tom jumped quickly off his bicycle, just in time to see his lucky break disappear out of view. Jesus fucking Christ, he swore at his loss. He quickly checked his spare tyre and opened it up but something must’ve happened to it, or maybe it had been sabotaged because it was in tatters. Tom’s misfortune was unbelievable. He began cursing his fantasies for getting the better of him. Perhaps he had over looked this very important fact while thinking about bloody pussy lips and sexy butts. There was nothing to do, but to hit the road, on its verge, because hundreds of cyclists were streaming past now. If he was lucky there would be a water point up ahead where he could get a spare tyre.

At one point, a group of ladies sped past, Tom noticing their legs working hard. Yes, he could imagine how happy their saddles were! And then he saw her. It was his brunette fantasy, right up ahead in that very pack. She was jiving like a fucking dog on heat. God, he’d give anything to lay that filly. The thought was enough to put a smile back onto his face and not long after that his smile turned into a large grin. The brunettes group were way ahead at the bottom of the long hill he was descending on foot. There seemed to be a visible battle going on between them, because, within a few seconds there were fists flying, hair pulling and yelling. That was a one way ticket. It was brunette who got the whipping. Someone had shot ahead of her and cut her off short, catapulting her cycle to the side with a violent force. He saw her flying through the air and taking a tumble on the side of the road. By now Tom was sprinting downhill, bicycle slung over his shoulder. The group had stabilized and had left brunette behind with a very warped and buckled bicycle. No one was stopping to help. Mother nature had made sure of that.

Tom was breathing hard when he came upon brunette. He handed her is water bottle, offering a drink. She was happy for that. She seemed too shocked to recognize him. She was staggering a bit and mumbling something about her leg. Yes, Tom could see why. There was a large green and black bruise forming just above the knee. He motioned her to sit down. She was sobbing now, overcome with the emotion of having lost her position, but she obeyed his gesture and gratefully sat down. Tom came over and knelt down in front of her. Her legs were slightly spread apart. She was leaning back on her hands, her arms stretched out behind her. There was nothing more to do than to attend to the emergency on hand. May I? and Tom had pointed to her leg while showing her the muscle cream he had on hand for just such an emergency. She nodded. It was at this point that he realized that she was not from South Africa. On the front pocket of her shirt was a small Italian flag. Holy shit…this was a bella dona. Tom had heard from a mate of his how Latin women were masters at sucking cock. He’d never met one yet, but today, he knew that his misfortune had led to fortune.

This was more than just a Latin lovely in front of him, she was an intelligent beauty who was in tune with his every move.

Marina’s knee was hurting when she adjusted her crumpled bicycle. Those bitches had screwed up her chances. She had spent months training for this event. She was not going to be overcome by any of it. It was hot out and her leg ached. She was in a most beautiful country. Her first time to South Africa, she had arrived just five days before and herself and her girlfriend had spent the few days they had, exploring the Cape Peninsula. And then there were the men. She’d heard about South African men. That they could be quiet rude with women. Hard. Strange because their country was so beautiful. They were strong and rough. She knew they had to be that way for survival. She had long given up on the Italian male species. Opting out for the touch of women instead. Her men were too caught up in their own looks. She had friends who adored that, but for her it was a turn off. And just yesterday, she’d seen a hunk of a guy stare her down. His look had penetrated her and that night she had fingered herself twice. Once in the shower and once in bed before her girlfriend had jumped onto her with a large rubber cock. She had imagined this hunk fucking her from behind. She had ached for a real cock to ride her.

Tom, wondered what to say to her. Your name? he gestured with his hands. Ah, she had looked at him, taken aback by his interest. Marina…MA RIN Ah. Her delicious lips mouthing the ah at the end of her name. For a second or two, Tom’s mind stopped. He got a whiff of her breath. Honey. Oh My God! He was wondering if she had recognized him yet. May I?..he pointed to her leg. MA SSAGE? Yes, she had understood. She held his wrist and whispered, grazie. Her emerald green eyes sparkled. He could see beads of sweat still clinging to her temples. Qua,.. she pointed, and gently guided his hand to where she wished him to massage her. Si, si…aaah siiiii. She let out a deep sigh.

Tom gently massage some cream around the bruise. After this she motioned to him. Arnica..dentro and she pointed to a little moon bag strung under her bicycle saddle. Tom did not understand her words but he moved like a robot, obeying her every need. He found the bottle of arnica, opened it and poured its cool contents into the palm of his hand. He had then re positioned himself between her feet, brought the palms of his hands together and heated up the oil. Then he quickly smeared them over Marina’s legs. She was perfectly smooth. No shaving there. It had all been waxed right off. Even on the upward sweep there was absolutely no prickliness. Jesus, this was so sexy.

Tom was a good masseuses. He’d trained in Thailand and over the years had developed his own brand of massage. His fingers were like wizards over a woman’s body and he’d offered his service to any well-endowed lady who enjoyed such attention. Marina was now at the receiving end of his touch and he could feel the electrical current of attraction begin to build up in his loins. As he worked her legs, he allowed the energy inside him to flow up his spine through his shoulders, down his arms and through his fingertips. Marina happened to be exceptionally sensitive to this seeing that she had enjoyed the touch of a woman for a long time. She had written her male species off as a cock jabbing rock rabbit, hell bent on satisfying his animalistic needs at all costs. Women had given her the pleasure she had desired for so long and she was satisfied with that.

Sei Sud Africano? She asked. Tom caught the last word and nodded. She lipped a sweet smile and he returned it. He was now above the bruised area. Marina had relaxed her legs and they had fallen apart a bit more. Hmmm, bellissima she said. Tom though she meant he should go higher. So he did.

Marina took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She looked at Tom and suddenly put two and two together. It was the hunk from the day before. The one who had eaten her. The one she had fucked herself with. The thought startled her. She shivered and felt goose bumps all over her arms that were still stretched out behind her. She’d never experienced a man’s touch in this way before. His smell was divine. It was like the smell of the fields around her. Wild with a musky tinge to it. His massage was working on more than just her muscles. It was as if he was using something extra, something almost feminine. She had felt something similar with a woman before but never with a man. Bellissima, she sighed. And Tom thought she said higher. He was going right up. Marina dropped back onto her elbows and gently bit into her bottom lip. Tom was by now straddling her one leg and she could feel the heat from his base emanating over her. She reached down and drew her shorts up her thigh so that Tom could access her upper thighs. Tom kept quiet, working this hot Latina leg like a piece of warm wax. Her muscles were so pliable and she was beckoning him on.

Marina looked at Toms shoulders and felt his manhood. She had slid down a bit and her shorts had slid up into her by now very moist pussy. She felt the stretchy fabric ride between her lips and her little micro g-string bit into her swelling clit. She thought what the heck and hoisted her shirt up…per favour… and she pointed to her belly. Tom came in for the catch and massaged her belly. He was kneeling right over her and she could feel his throbbing balls on her knee. Another small shift downward and she felt his hardening cock on her thigh. Tom brought his face down and engulfed her belly button with his wet tongue. Marina put a hand behind his head and drew her fingers up against his hair, stroking him hard like this. The action spurred Tom on. When he looked up for a second he saw that Marina had hoisted her shirt right over her breasts. Her nipples were plump and pink in the autumn sunlight. She was toying both of them with either hand. Tom went back to work. He slid both hands down over her hips and she met his move by lifting her butt. Aspetta, she said. She grabbed both his wrists and brought him to a sudden halt. He looked at her quizzically. She flicked her chin up in a gesture signifying that he step back and then motioned him to roll over. Tom did as he was told, intuitively feeling his way into fantasy land with this Latin siren. He lay on his back in the grass away from the road. All he could hear was the constant buzz of bicycle tyres on the tarmac above him. Bellow him he could see False Bay. It was a perfect day with only the slightest of breeze to keep the skin cool.

Marina straddled Tom’s stomach. He pulling his shirt up so that he could feel her. And she responding by hoisting his shirt right up until they both managed to yank it off. He pulled in his abdomen and raised his back and she lay his shirt out underneath him. At this point she had her pussy right up against his abs and she gave a small thrust against them while giving a little yelp. He watched her moving. She loved it. He lay back. She then rolled back between his legs, her legs thrust skyward and promptly pulled her tight cycling shorts off. He watched from behind her. The crotch was wet with her slightly milky coloured juice. This was when he saw her erotic little black micro-g string pulled right up between her lips with its delectable little v covering her clit. Peeping out the top of this was a well-groomed landing strip. Tom received the signal, he was on his way.

He felt her cool skin on his stomach. Sei bellissimo.., she sighed…verramente.. bellissimo. Damn, what was she saying? Who cared, her puss was speaking now. She began riding his abs. Thrusting her hips backwards and forwards. Her hands and long elegant fingers spread eagled over his chest. She came down and nibbled on his nipples and he slid his hands up her inner thighs. Her clammy skin was silky smooth.

Tom’s fingers knew what Marina wanted. By the time he had located her cunt, she was riding his abs with her clit. This left her butt agape. Tom pulled her little string aside and touched her anus. She writhed. He collected some of her own juice from her moist fanny and used this to lubricate her excited rim. He played her there until she moved downward. Sliding out of his reach. He felt her tongue licking his chest, his stomach his pubes. He got his hands around his waist and slid his shorts off with one movement, his cock flicking back violently. She caught it midair and drove it deep into her mouth. This Latin filly was as horny as porn star. Marina suck fucked Toms swollen cock until he grabbed her hair and exploded his sperm deep into her throat. She moaned and drank all of it. It had happened so quickly and Marina was convinced that the show was over, given her past experience with men. She withdrew his big cock from her mouth, making sure to lap up ever last drop of cum. She then slid up over his chest and met his mouth. By the time they began kissing there was not a drop of sperm left in her mouth. He met her tongue and she met his. They rolled over and over on the grass. Laughing and kissing. Tom kept up with the play, finding all the erogenous zones of this horny highness until in one fell swoop he mounted her and drove his hard lingam straight into her dripping pussy. The sheer force of the action, made Marina’s back arch and she moaned loudly as the first wave of orgasmic pleasure enveloped her muscular frame. Forte!...forte!! she yelled and Tom fucked her like a bucking bronco. She was holding onto his back and thrusting her hips against his, sweat dripping from their bodies. Then he pulled out and she got on all fours. Tom mounted her from behind, his 22cm cock finding her cavern pried open by her own passion. He slid in easily, grabbed her hair from behind and rode her. She yelping with pleasure. After a while he pulled out. His cock was dripping from her luscious juice. She dropped lower down and indicated he continue. When he got up to enter her he spotted her anus, all relaxed and open. Tom got right in there. At first slowly he pushed his cock into her until he could feel anal juices slipping along his shaft. Marina was overcome by another wave of orgasm. She was clawing at the gravel. She had never had a fuck like this. She was in fucking South Africa and it was out of this world. Tom’s cock was pushing up on her clit from the inside. The pleasure was beyond anything. She exploded into another orgasm. She thrusted against him. The two of them fucking each other raw. Tom pulled out and Marina lay on her back. She motioned him to go in from the front. She wanted him to explode inside her. Tut aposto she had said and Tom had known it was alright. He entered her, his knees on the grass. He got his hands cupped over her butt cheeks and pulled her onto him. She opened her legs and rested them on his shoulders. He felt her suck him in. Then Tom wanked her clit but he couldn’t maintain the position so he dropped his hands down onto her butt. She in turn sorted her own clit out, slapping it and working her juice all over her gorged lips. There moaning reached a crescendo before she brought her legs down grabbed Toms shoulders and let him fuck her, his own mound banging up against her clit every time he came in on a hard thrust, until she flet his cock suddenly swell big and hard and he shot another load deep into her. She yelled out louder than before and then relaxed.They lay there sweating and kissing. It was time to get back. The race was over.

Tom found Cathy at the finish line with a huge look of disappointment on her face. He ambled over to her and gave her a wet peck on the lips. She looked at him quizzically, “you smell divine baby”, she said, “Pity about the race, though, but by that look on your face, you’ve got a surprise waiting for me, no?” and she winked at Tom. “You bet”, said Tom. “How would you like this surprise to be presented to you my luv?”. And Cathy replied with a horny glint in her eye, “let’s celebrate hun and do some dogging tonight”, “I met another couple today who would like us to meet them out at Simons Town”. This was good news for Tom. Dogging was one of his passions, although he liked to keep it as private as possible, only partaking in places where he was not a local. He was going to keep his episode with Marina a secret for now.

One there way back to the car, Tom quickly whatsapped Marina a message.

That night after a candle lit dinner on the wharf, Cathy and Tom headed out to Simons Town to meet Cathy’s new friends. At one particular moment while cruising down De Waal drive, Cathy tipped her seat back and relaxed as if to catch a cat nap. Tom drove on, he was in high spirits and not tired at all. He knew that had he completed the race, that he would be totally exhausted by now. With Marina’s hot body and the memory of her tight cunt eating his cock, still embedded in his brain, he was feeling hornier than usual. This was the fun time he and Cathy were waiting for after weeks of training.

Tom’s thoughts came back to the interior of the car where he was with Cathy. Her feet were up on the dashboard and her head was lulling to the side. Tom put his hand out and rested it on Cathy’s knee. Cathy pretended to be asleep. His hand stayed there. He could feel the coolness of her skin. How he ached to feel her legs. He could not resist it and began to lightly stroke her thighs. At this point he had to guide the car around a sharp curve and the movement of the car made Cathy’s legs move apart. The movement made her skirt ride up her thigh to reveal her silky flesh and a few blond leg hairs that glistened in the car lights. Tom stroked Cathy and Cathy felt his hands communicating messages to her vagina that was nestled up tightly behind her cotton panties. Slowly but surely, her pussy began to stir inside and ooze some love juice out from between her lips. Cathy’s cotton panties absorbed this wetness and blended its perfume with that of the cotton.

They were approaching Simons Town now and there as planned they saw the yellow mustang pulled up next to a small beach parking lot. This was their date. Tom drove up and parked next to the mustang, switched off the engine and the lights and opened his door. There was no one in the mustang and then some loud whispers for them to come over. There was a moonlight picnic happening on the beach. The bar was open and so were the babes. How fate had played a hand that night, Tom could not tell, but leaning back on the sand next to another couple, the ones who had the mustang, was Marina. The Lord of the dance was out in all her splendor and it was Tom’s night out.

One thing led to the next and he ended up with both Cathy and Marina French kissing each other while each one took it in turns to fuck Tom’s face. The other couple watched the show and fucked each other and there were even some other folk who rolled up during the course of the evening.


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