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Why I like cycling
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Why I like cycling My cycling team meets every Saturday at 6am, year round, unless there is snow or ice on the road, and we ride for several hours in Lancaster County and the adjoining area. Up until about fifteen years ago I was a semi-professional cyclist, holding down a full time job, racing on the weekends. even competing in Europe several times. To say I enjoy cycling is an understatement. It is a stress relieving outlet, relaxing and a way for me to relive my youth. I first met Carly a few months ago when she joined our team and began riding. I was immediately attracted to her -- at 34, she's quite a few years younger than me, gorgeous with a dynamite body and long, auburn hair. I knew she was attracted to me as well -- she frequently asked me about what it was like riding in the Europe, and each weekend our flirting would intensify. One afternoon I ran into Carly, her husband, and at a soccer game. She seemed sheepish, almost uncomfortable throughout the conversation, but I was more stunned at what her husband looked like. Short and flabby, the guy seemed like a total loser. I couldn't understand how a woman as hot as Carly settled for a lump like that. It was then that I focused my efforts on getting between her long legs. The following weekend when our team met, I was sure to take my cycling jersey off after our ride so she could see my body, and what a real man looked like. I caught her checking me out, and I started to talk to her about going on rides without the rest of the team. We agreed to get together the next day, Sunday, for a cycle through the hills around Mt Gretna to Reading and back. I offered to pick her up at her house, but she insisted she drive to my place where we put her bike on my Jeep. I figured she didn't want her husband knowing where she was going, and I was right. That Sunday we headed to a remote area north of Lancaster. After an exhilarating ride -- watching Carly's hot body move in<b> spandex </font></b>all afternoon -- we packed the bikes back and headed towards home. On the way back, I pulled off the main road into a remote clearing on a ridge, with a view for miles. I leaned over and started kissing Carly, and she responded. But after a minute she pulled away. "I shouldn't do this," she said. I was incredibly turned on, and I knew I had to convince her otherwise. "I think we need to," I said. "It's wrong," she responded. "Feeling good isn't wrong," I said, placing her hand on my rapidly swelling cock, bulging beneath my<b> spandex </font></b>shorts. As she gingerly felt my shaft, she began kissing me slowly, then suddenly kissed me hard. She seemed to start hyperventilating as she strengthened her grasp around my cock and groped it. "Fuck me!" she said. "Fuck me right now you fucking stud!" We tore each others gear off and she straddled me in the driver's seat, lowering herself onto my throbbing column. As I slowly entered her soaking wet snatch, she moaned and whimpered. "Oh, fuck I knew you were going to be huge!" she exclaimed. She was so tight as she rocked back and forth, at one point leaning back and hitting the horn on the steering wheel. There was nobody for miles around us though, and her moans of pleasure echoed off the trees. She came fast, and I felt her juices squeezing out of her down my legs. Picking her up, I moved us and reclined her on the back seat. Her legs were pressed up against the front seats, with me between them. Her body looked amazing as I fucked her over and over again, her screams increasing with each thrust of my cock. Holding onto the roll bars of the Jeep for leverage, I fucked her like a jackhammer. "OH Shit, you're so fucking hot you stud!" she yelled as I pounded her into ecstasy. I moaned loudly myself as I pulled out and came all over her stomach and tits. She purred like a cat as she rubbed my semen all over her body. We caught our breath for a second, but we weren't done yet. It had felt so liberating and uninhibited to fuck in the outdoors like that, so we got out, both naked, and she bent over the hood. I fucked her from behind for good measure, and right before I came she spun around, took my cock in her mouth and swallowed my load. We dressed and got back in and headed home. "I've never been fucked like that," she said on the drive back. As Carly went home that evening, she told me I have a body that won't quit. We kissed each other goodnight, and we knew we this was about to become a habit. And it has. That was four weeks ago, and we've met several times since. I was at home Thursday night when I got a text from Carly. "I'm hungry 4 cock" it said. Turns out she was out for dinner with her husband and and was looking for a way to get away from them and come over. I texted back that she should tell them there was a work emergency; she works in advertising project management, so it was plausible. And it also worked. Forty minutes later Carly showed up at a local motel. She looked hot as ever in jeans and a tight black polo, and I didn't waste any time. We both went at it, peeling each others clothes off. Soon she was on her knees and was taking my throbbing shaft into her mouth. I ran my fingers through her hair as she sucked me off, periodically gagging as she tried to take my entire column down her throat. "I can't wait to fuck you," I began telling her as she reached her hands up and rubbed my hips and abs. I came hard and fast, and she stroked every last drop of come out of me. We were both horny as fuck now, and it didn't take long for me to reload. "Fuck me right now!" she commanded. We moved onto the edge of the bed and I sank my cock into her drenched pussy. I began fucking her with slow, languid strokes as she purred like a cat. "Your body is so fucking hot," she groaned. "Hotter than your husband's?" I said, purposely slowing my rhythm down to torment her. "Shut up," she gasped, grinning and pulling my body in tight to hers. I quickened my pace, filling her snatch with each thrust. Her gentle moans became screams, and I fucked her like a jackhammer. Her pussy violently contracted, and she came over and over again. Her juices squirted out from her all over my balls, and with a few more thrusts I pulled out and came, letting out a loud groan myself. As I came all over her tits and torso, she began rubbing my essence all over her body. Her skin turned a bright shade of pink as she moaned my name. I got up to get us a drink as she lay on the bed in a state of ecstasy. After a few minutes she sat up and we started talking. "You don't like my husband do you?" she asked. "I don't really care about him," I said. "But I think you underachieved." Carly smiled her sexy little grin. "Thanks," she said. Then she called me out. "I think sleeping with a married woman turns you on." We were both naked in my living room, and my cock was starting to get hard again. "Well," I said as I started to rub her clit, "It's not like there's a lot of sleeping going on." "Ya but admit it, it turns you on," she responded. "Well it must turn you on too," I said as she started to moan softly. "That's why you're here fucking me rather than that fat ass." Her eyes closed and she arched her back up, groaning as I played with her clit and fingered her. "Oh my god, fuck me again you sexual athlete!" she exclaimed. I picked her up and sat her on the bathroom counter, entering her once more. I fucked her hard from the start this time, and she dropped to her back on the counter, squirming and screaming. "You're the hottest fuck I've ever had," she moaned. "So are you," I said. She suddenly sat up, got off the counter and turned around. Taking her from behind, I teed off on her doggy-style as she played with her clit herself. Just as I was about to come, her cell phone started ringing. We were both in a sexual frenzy and I yelled out "I hope that's your fat husband now." We both let out a primal scream at the same time, and this time I came inside her, her snatch clamping around my cock like a vice. Our tight, fit bodies were fused in ecstasy, and she bucked backwards into me, trying to take every inch of me as I filled her with come. We collapsed on the floor making out, and my condo was suddenly quiet. As we cleaned up and put our clothes back on, Carly checked her phone - it was her husband who called. "I better go," she said. |
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