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Bike Race (F-solo, rom)
by Ric Carlson - Written for Lois Daniele

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Each time she pushed with her legs, she felt the pressure decrease
on her pussy.  The movements had been continuous for some time
now.  The control was all hers.  The rhythm of the movements she
was making were driving her crazy.  She pumped faster, drove her
body higher.

It was a perfect fit between her legs, allowing both her pussy and
her clit to feel the effects of her movement.  She was so wet that
she almost lost control as she slid across it.  She had known it
would be good before she started.  Even though she knew she could
lose control, she still did it.

Her body welcomed it's hardness.  The narrow tip with the body
that widened toward the base seemed to conform to her receptive
pussy.  She could feel every inch of it as her legs seemed to
cradle it and guide it toward her cunt.

Her legs were pumping faster now, taking her toward the finish.
She knew she was going to cum again, soon.  Bending forward, she
felt the change on her pussy, felt the hardness as it rubbed her
clit.  Her breathing was getting faster.  With each push of her
legs she felt the movement of it away from her pussy and then the
ecstasy as it's hardness crashed back into her, pushing between
the lips of her cunt.  She sensed the finish coming near and
worked harder to get there, to CUM.

Her body exploded in another  orgasm just as she finished.  Her
legs stopped pumping as she coasted to a stop.  She had won the
bike race. Her body had won also.  The rubbing of the seat against
her pussy had rewarded her throughout the race with orgasms.  Her
body was so wet from sweat that no one would ever know why she
liked bike racing so much.

She looked over and saw him standing there.  She knew his cock
would be hard, waiting for her.  He knew the effect these races
had on her.  He was the reason her legs were so strong.  It would
not be long now, before she was sitting on top of him, feeling his
cock slide between the lips of her pussy.  It would feel so much
better then the bike seat.