Roadside Ass Worship: A Cyclist’s Raw Confession

I’d pedaled over 50km, muscles burning, sweat dripping, body humming with that deep road rush. Early morning sun lit her up by the roadside ditch. Bent low picking flowers, simple dress hiked high. Thighs like silk, ass plump and promising. Heart slammed as I flew past. ‘Oh, what a gorgeous flower!’ She waved, blue eyes flashing. ‘Thanks, champ!’ Brakes screeched. U-turned. Up close, short blonde hair, smile wicked. Joked about her beauty. She laughed, invited me in for orange juice. House tasteful, books everywhere. Sat on facing couches, me drenched in sweat, cock twitching already.

She teased my pickup line. Admitted her bent pose, thighs exposed, got me. Crossed legs slow. ‘Liked that?’ Stood, turned, bent over the couch ‘searching’ for a magazine. Exact replay, closer now. Two meters. Legs spread just so. ‘Don’t move. Perfect.’ She hiked the dress higher. Satin skin, white thighs parting. No panties. Bush peeking, ass cheeks blooming. Fabric up to hips. Knee on seat, thighs wide. Pussy lips swollen like ripe fruit, blond fuzz wet. Asshole winking in dark crease. Heart thundered. Freed my cock, thick and leaking. Stroked slow. ‘Your ass is fucking divine. Got me raging hard.’ Voice hoarse. She purred, ‘Hope so.’

The Fever Ignites

Stood, approached. No hands. Lips to her puckered hole. Kissed soft. She gasped, sighed. Licked the star. Tongue flat, wet. She spread wider, moans raw. Saliva dripped. Tongue tip pierced, slid in. ‘Ahh, what’re you doing?’ ‘Tongue-fucking your ass.’ ‘Yes, encul me!’ Piston motion, deep. She bucked, râles escaping. Pulled out, kissed it farewell. Grabbed broom handle from corner. She sucked it deep, slobbering like cock. Passed behind. Teased her slit, lips gripping. She impaled herself, slow grind. Fucked the wood hard, juices gleaming. ‘Bait yourself, slut.’ Pulled out slick.

Blaze of Forbidden Ecstasy

She begged my cock. Dropped trou, unveiled thick shaft, heavy balls, smooth head. Hand wrapped, skinned back slow. Branled expert, eyes locked. Balls cupped, weighed. Pace quickened. Phone rang. She answered, hand never stopping. Speaker on. Neighbor Laure. ‘Jerking a real hot cock.’ Invited her. ‘Five minutes.’ Cock throbbed. She swallowed head, tongue swirling. Sucked savage, cheeks hollow. Balls tight. Exploded down her throat, ropes pulsing. She gulped, milked every drop. Pulled off, lips shiny.

Door knocked. Laure entered, eyes hungry. Joined, stripped. Tongues on my spent cock, reviving it. Fucked them both, asses up. Pounded deep, sweat-slick skin slapping. Came again, buried in blonde’s ass. Collapsed, bodies tangled. Skin still scorched, hearts slowing. Licked sweat from thighs. Unique blaze, etched forever. Smiles shared. Roads call, but this hunger lingers.