Mountain Bike Mayhem I have been riding mountain bikes since their inception. My first bike was a Raleigh Mustang, heavy, no suspension, but I loved it! How things have changed. I now own a full suspension bike - 8 inches of travel front and rear. Try and say that and not have a schoolboy smirk on your face. Well, less about the bike and get on with the story. We have a group who go out riding once a week on Sundays. We keep it reasonably local and are not into big long, classic rides. We tend to go to the woods and moorlands that surround us. Push up the hills and come down them in exciting abandonment. Extreme sports! Oh yeah, last year I had three trips to casualty, but again I digress. Well this was one ride I was not going to forget in a long while! I had a phone call from a mate a last minute thing had come up; his words not mine, and had to let us down. Mike and Chas were out for the count with major summer colds. Paula and Gary had to work. So I pedaled down to our meeting place to see if anybody was coming out to play. Sat there on her downhill rig (that's a bike to the less initiated) was Pegs. Dare you call her Margaret! She'd flatten you! I nodded as I slew my bike to a crazy angle as I skidded to halt in front of her! "No one else," I said my voice muffled by the full face helmet I was wearing. "Nope," she replied, "been 'ere art an 'our" After a bit of useless banter slating the guys who didn't come out we decide on the woods as a place to ride. We pedaled off chatting idly about nothing in particular and the ride to the woods past quickly. Pushing the bikes up a fire trail, remember these bikes are about 40 odd pounds in weight; we started to sweat under the rising sun. I stopped and pulled my motocross shirt over my head and tied it round my waste. She kept hers on happy enough with the sleeves pushed up to the top of her arms and pulling at the neck. We cut through the trees and followed the bike trail ensuring that nothing was on the track. Clearing rubbish left by louts who treat our countryside like their towns. We also checked ramps, jumps and drop-offs were all sound. Eventually we reached the top and had a breather. We then did rock, paper and scissors as to choose who went down first. I lost. I did a final check of my bike brakes, handlebars et al and pushed hard down on my pedal and launched down the hill. Speed picked up quickly and I hit the brakes for a bus stop chicane through some trees and then hit the power again. The next braking zone was into a series of switchbacks and a small drop off (this is where the ground finishes and you are launched into the air until you hit where it starts again. I took satisfaction in feeling the suspension taking the landing in its stride. A few jumps later and I burst out into a clearing near the bottom of the hill. Several seconds later Pegs came hurtling out. As we pushed back up we analyzed the run, where we had run wide, too slow here and overcooked it there. Part way up we stopped and looked at the bank, a huge 55 degree slope that only the brave and foolhardy attempt to get down (I'm in the latter category). We continued to the top and did another run and then another and we became more relaxed in one another's company. Pegs removed her shirt and sported a fairly durable sports bra that was more like a crop top. Her body looked mighty fine. Her alabaster back flawless, her muscles working as she pushed the bike. Her ass was fantastic, even though it was covered in mountain bike shorts. I shook my head and said to myself, "it's Pegs for pity sake." But each time I looked at her I found myself becoming more aroused and felt myself stirring. All she did was look back at me and smile. "It's Pegs!" We did a couple more runs and then Pegs took a big tumble trying to keep up with me. Her handlebar caught her mid rift and left a red wheal mark on her muscled stomach. I could help it I touched the mark with my gloved hand and lightly stroked it better. Then quickly retracted my hand and said I would check her bike, so as to hide my embarrassment and my swollen cock. When she felt up to it we pushed back up and stopped at the bank again. If a horse bucks you, you get back on so as not to get scared. So over the edge she went and I followed a few seconds later. I was catching up on her when she went down and she started to roll down the hill till she stretched out on her back and stopped her slide. Unfortunately, I clipped her bike and went over the bars and rolled down and landed on Pegs as she removed her helmet. I pulled mine off and put it to the side. We stopped and looked into one another's eyes and electricity like I had never felt before passed between us. She kissed me, I didn't lower my head, she lifted hers. A tender kiss on the lips and then more passionate, forcing her tongue against my teeth. I opened my mouth to allow her access and our tongues danced and fought and entwined. I pushed her top up and then moved the bra up exposing her breasts. They were full, not huge, but ample. The nipples stiffened in the slightly colder air created by the canopy of the trees. Sunlight smuggled through and caught the dust motes above us and swirled as we became more frantic in our movements. My mouth took her left nipple and my hand massaged her right. With my teeth I grazed and pulled at the hardened pink bud. My fingers pulled and pinched at her other nipple making her writhe and moan in pain and pleasure. Her hands found my chest and slipped up over my pecs and then back down over my six pack. Her hands slid easily as sweat covered my body. When her hands reached the top of my pants, I pulled away and whipped my top off and then dropped my pants, leaving only my boxers covering my modesty. She sat up on her knees and stroked my belly and my cock stiffened. She pulled my boxers down over my jutting member and swallowed. I am proud of my cock. All blokes are, and so they should be, big or small. Mine isn't huge around 9 inches, which is supposedly bigger than average. Averages weren't on Pegs mind nor mine as she kissed the swollen purple head. Her tongue flicked over and caught the eye, pushing into its confines licking at the salty pre-cum. I sighed and the back of my thighs knotted up as she popped the head in her mouth and her tongue deftly circled the head on the sensitive underside. She kept flicking over it, loving the sensation of feeling me tighten up involuntarily. Her hand now pumped at my foreskin that was left exposed from her mouth as she hungrily gobbled at the part in her mouth. I took her head in my hands and started to move her head in the rhythm I wanted. It was not long with her tongue work I felt the tightening of my ball bag and that flutter in my stomach and sack. I always tell a lady when I am going to come and I started to pant the info which made her go for it even harder taking more than two thirds into her lovely face. She really turned the suction on pulling up and going back down again. I couldn't hang on, and my cock twitched vigorously in her mouth and she quickly dived to one side as my wad fired across in a high arc and ending on the floor, seeping into the pine needles. She told me that she never swallows, possibly saving that for her husband, one day. I felt weak and as my cock went limp again, I looked at her flabbergasted. She sat down, still bare topped and removed her shoes. Laying down our shirts on the ground, she sat on them and removed her shorts and knickers. Her, thatch was neatly trimmed, dark curly, v-shape lodged between her thighs. She lay back and said you can do me now, and opened her legs. The pink of labia poked through the dark hair, she was slightly wet, a glistening trail was caught on the pubes closest to her sex. I put my head between her legs her aroma instantly pricking my nostrils and I inhaled her feminine fragrance deeply. I kissed her right lip and then her left. My tongue then found the cleft between the inner and outer lip and I ran my tongue up and down each side. I tentatively put my rigid tongue into her cunt to taste as well as smell her. She was good, her back arching slightly as I did so. With my tongue tipped upwards I pulled out dragging it along the top of her love tunnel, so as it came out it popped up and hit her clit. She bucked as my plan worked. I then pulled her hood that was now partially covering her clit out of the way gently and kissed it directly. Her response was to mewl in delight and then protest as I moved away her hips lifting as if to chase my intimate kisses. I dived back on it and sucked the tiny bud into my mouth under high suction and flicked my tongue back and forth over it rapidly four times. Her scream made a couple of birds bolt for the sky in noisy haste. I repeated this process four times until she was creaming from her hole. A white rivulet made its way down from hair to hair towards her backside, some smearing her thighs along the way. I didn't want her to come yet. My mind was full of ideas, chances like this don't just fall in my lap everyday. I wanted to make the most of it. As I tongued her clit again I took two fingers and pushed them into her sopping cunt. It just swallowed them almost sucking them in greedily as her mouth was on my cock just a few moments before, I curled them up and stroked the top of her warm, moist tunnel and hunted around until I found that spongy patch of membrane and I started to work on it quite aggressively. I pushed up and made her wince slightly, but a quick flick of the tongue across her clit made her force her cunt into my fingertips. I would make quick darts to the back of her stroke her cervix, then back to that G-spot area. I quickened the pace, flick on the clit, push on her g-spot and a stroke on her cervix. Her cunt was making sopping noises she was so wet and her backside was off the floor pushing into my face and hand. Her mewling became louder and louder, mixed speech from no to oh! Yeah! To caveman grunts and snorts. I really frigged her g-spot going for gold! In and out my fingers pumped making sure I really pushed into her, licking her juices from my finger as they became exposed. Her backside pumped at my hand. I saw looking up passed her stomach her head was thrashing away and was also thrown back at an almost crazy angle. The sopping noises became louder as my fingers pistoned in and out of her. She screamed no and this white fluid shot from her cunt catching me off guard in the face. Not a huge amount, but about half of what we produce. I could feel it trailing down my cheek below my cheekbone. I didn't know if I was in awe or reviled a mixture of both states. Her orgasm was still wracking her body. I kept flicking her clit till it became so sensitive it hurt and she pushed my head away. I sat up female come still on my face. I said to her see what you produced and jokingly said you don't swallow come do you? Not even your own. She sat up and kissed me on the lips and said thank you. I beamed broadly and then she sucked her honey off my face and snogged me deeply. The heady mix of her taste, smell and the simple act of kissing was enough to get me hard again. She stroked my prick idly, encouraging it to grow again and with what I now had in my minds eye it grew to a size that was visibly larger than what it had been before. I may have grown to double figures. You'll just have to believe, won't you? She lay back and I lay on her and positioned my cock and slid it home in one deliberate move. I grunted in satisfaction and started deep, deliberate strokes. I tried to impale her as deeply as possible. It was hard to concentrate with the feel of her moistness surrounding me. Her hand pushed against my chest and I pulled out. She then kissed my prick on seeing my rejected look and then pushed me on to my back. She mounted me, but back to front and started to feed my cock into her fanny again. Her rhythm started slow, but as she became more turned on so her speed increased till she was bouncing hard down that I was in fear of my foreskin splitting. Circumcision by fucking was not what I had on the cards. Her hand stroked my balls, creating new waves of desire deep within me and I stiffened my cock to rub the head harder against her juicy wall. Her other hand played on her clit and soon all thoughts passed through unacknowledged. It was just our sensations and how we tried to pleasure on another. She offered her ass to me to stroke whilst she bounced, so my middle finger stoked that tight little rose bud and her rhythm became a bit more frantic. I tried to insert it past that tight band, but she was quick to dissuade me. She liked it stroked, but was not about to be butt fucked. I didn't care I was in seventh heaven. She stopped in a position with my cock about half inserted and then started to milk me with her pelvic floor muscles. It was crazy! If your bird can do it, get her to! It's awesome! It was doing something for her as well! Her breathing became panted and shallow and her head was lolling to one side when all of a sudden her body tensed and waves of orgasmic muscle spasm passed through cunt massaging my cock and I knew I was done. It fluttered and a blinding flash of ecstasy exploded in my mind and everything went white hot as I unloaded deep into her still writhing chamber. She screamed as she felt me tense and shared my moment as she orgasmed again in quick succession. Her pussy fluid ran out and down over my root and either side of my ball bag. I could feel myself shrinking and despite her best efforts she couldn't keep my spent cock in her. An embarrassing ten minutes passed as we dressed and got the bikes with out slipping down the slope. We returned to home and parted at our original rendezvous point. We went out riding again, but other people were with us. It was just three weeks later she told us she was engaged to her boyfriend of 6 months and they were going to Barbados to get married. Was it a last fling? Induced by circumstance, I don't know? We all still go out riding, her with her husband in tow, but we have never talked about it since. Trust is a great thing and it brings you closer than possibly great sex even.

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