It was his usual custom to have a drink and just a rest before the climb, even if it had only been a short ride whereas today it had been one of over 50 klms. He was pondering what to do for the rest of the afternoon. His wife had been invited by one of her old school friends for a brief holiday at her beach house, so he had a few days to enjoy his rather secret activity and that was to contact a woman who was an accommodating sexual partner as his wife, for reasons of her own wouldn’t partake in any form of sexual conduct as least not with him. He had taken his mobile out when he heard the crunch of the gravel from an approaching bike.
The woman was definite overweight and even before she stopped in front of him it was obvious that she was pretty well exhausted. “Fuck it is hot and I’m a lather of sweat”, she said as she stopped. It wasn’t uncommon for a woman to say ‘fuck’. He had worked with a very attractive woman who in every sentence ‘fuck’ was a standard word but the thought that went through his mind was ‘as she says it would she actually do it?’ For in the seconds after she stopped he gauged her appearance. She wasn’t over attractive, however, although she was very plump, large and definitely sagging tits her backside counterbalanced them so in a way she was in proportion and tits, especially like this woman had were his first point of reference. “Ridden far?” he asked.
“Grief no”, was her reply as she helped herself to a drink from her container. “I don’t think I have done more than a few kilometres. I know I should get out more often, but riding by yourself is not much fun. Do you ride a lot?” she asked.
“As often as I can”, he replied. “As a matter of fact the group I ride with headed the way you came about ten to fifteen minutes ago. We had just completed a fifty plus ride. I stop here for a bit of a breather before I start the ride home, it is a bit of a climb, not over the top but it is a climb”.
“Fifty kilometres”, she gasped. “Fuck I could never do that”.
“Neither did I”, he replied. “I have been riding with the group for nearly two years now and when I first started I could only manage a short ride so if you keep at it you will find that the kilometres are just eaten away”. There was a brief silence till he asked. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?” She was silent for several seconds. “I really have none. I live by myself that is why I said riding by one’s self is not a great incentive to get out and about”.
“Oh! My name is Rick”, he said. “I was thinking because I have an interest in checking out an antique shop in the hills which I’m doing when I get home and as you have nothing on the agenda would you like to join me. We could have a light lunch as it is near lunch time and they also have some nice coffee shop in the hills for afternoon tea”. The woman was staggered and it was several seconds, almost touching a minute before she responded. “My name is Karen” she said. “I haven’t been invited out by a man in ages. I’m not attractive and I know I’m overweight, men aren’t interested but … but I would be delighted to take up your offer, but you said something about a climb”. He laughed as he put his drink bottle back into the rack on the bike. “You have gears on your bike, the climb isn’t that exhausting and if necessary we can walk, I’m not far off my destination”, he said as they moved off.
The climb was done on the bikes and she was quite impressed that she had made it. “Because we were talking and you had company the climb wasn’t really noticed”, he said as they rode into his carport. “Do you live by yourself?” she asked.
“No! The wife is away for a few days visiting an old school friend who has a beach house”, he replied as he put his helmet away and removed the bike jacket. “Would you like a shower?” he asked for it was very noticeable that she sweated a lot. Her face lit up for this was another item of conversation that was alien. “ You … you don’t mine”, she stammered.
“Of course not”, he replied. “I’ll get you a towel”. He showed her the bathroom and how to operate the taps for they were new and a bit stiff. He had just come out when she opened the door and said. “Would you like to wash my back?” There was really no need to answer that for the thought of her naked, with sagging tits and a large backside and hopefully an unshaved groin was enough for him to begin getting an erection. “You are one attractive woman”, he said as he undressed. “I really like women with large tits and especially ones who don’t shave”. She giggled as they stepped into the shower and he began to soap her up, moulding her tits and giving that very hairy triangle a good rubbing and then a solid fingering and while she began to dribble saliva she reached behind her, gripped his hard and throbbing cock and pushed it between the cheeks of her bum. The invitation was clear and it only took a few seconds before he was fucking her up the bum and with each thrust that buried his cock she gave off grunts and groans that only increased the length of his ravishing cock. Her grunts and groans were quickly replaced with a ‘Ahhhhhh!’ as he emptied his load.
She was all smiles as they dried each other. “Fuck I enjoyed that”, she said. “I haven’t had a cock up me in ages and especially not up my bum”. She was silent as he rubbed her down giving that lovely backside a pat that made her smile. “Want it again?” she asked with a smile. “You drained me completely Karen, maybe later. Would you suck me before we fuck next time?” She didn’t answer just licked her lips but the reaction was enough to convince him that her mouth would be the next port of call for his cock.
They wandered through a couple of the antique shops till he purchased what he liked and these items were a couple of weapons from colonial days. “Like that sort of thing?” she said as they entered one of the many coffee shops. “Yes I do”, he replied. It was then just chit-chat till their order was taken, the coffee delivered and drunk. As they left the shop he said. “Fancy a walk, there is a nice waterfall, a bit difficult to get too but nicely isolated”. She didn’t immediately answer and it was only as they trod along that she turned. “Isolated enough for me to suck you off?”
“Why do you think I mentioned it; the waterfall is nice, been here before but the thought of your mouth around my cock was the reason for the invite”. The track veered off to the left, a bit of climb and they were behind the crushing volume of water, totally concealed. He didn’t say a word, just dropped his trousers, his cock was at high mast. She smiled, went down, gave the shaft a lick and then, inch by inch took his cock into her mouth and sucked so by the time he grabbed her head and pulled it into his groin not a fraction of cock was out of her mouth. He held her, as he did to all women who sucked him, till she had drained his balls and then released her. She fell back, flapping like a crazy as cum and saliva poured from her mouth like a fountain. “Fuck that was a load”, she finally managed to say after washing and wiping her mouth.
As they approached his vehicle he asked her what, if any were her plans for the evening. Again she shrugged her shoulders. “Now would you fancy staying the night, I’m not a bad cook either for the wife won’t lift a finger regarding getting the meals”.
“What does your wife do?” she asked. The answer came without the slightest hesitation “Fuck all. Spends most of the time on the phone to ‘goodness knows who’ or has her nose in some book or the paper. She does do the housework but what you have been doing regards sex, it is a taboo subject in such a way I don’t even bother raising the question of ‘shall we fuck’.”
“You like sex”, she said. “By the way you operated in the shower and the way you reacted as I sucked you certainly means you have been well accommodated and your cock hasn’t missed out”. He laughed as the vehicle reached its destination.
“That was a lovely meal Rick”, she said. “I haven’t had a meal cooked for me, for … for ages. I can’t remember when it did happen. That does beggar the question why is your wife so hostile, you would think that she would be grateful, I know I would. If you were mine and prepared a meal like you have given me, boy you could fuck me off the planet and I would suck you till you couldn’t produce another drop of cum for weeks”, she concluded with a giggle. “Maybe the way she was bought up”, he sighed. “Even when we first got married, fucking was something that she didn’t enjoy and I’m sure was just tolerated for ‘reproduction’. I haven’t taken my wife in any position for decades now and regarding ‘sucking’, she wouldn’t have a clue”.
“You poor bastard”, she said. “Come here Rick and let me reward you”. It was another one of those invitation that required no answer. It was the most delightful suck that he had ever had, it went on for what seemed ages till again he gave the gasp ‘Take the lot, take the fucking lot’. She wiped her mouth and smiling said as she got up and moved from the kitchen. “I guess I will have to wait for a refill before I can have a belly full of what you just gushed into my mouth”. A belly full she got, not once during the night but every time he hardened and he hardened a lot and she would make sure her thighs were well spread and that triangle of hair that covered the lips of her cunt ready to accommodate that throbbing length. It was well into the morning when they both ventured in for a late breakfast and then spent some time in the shower for both; especially she bore the evidence of a sexual marathon.
Later that day he asked her if she would like to join their bike team. “You said that riding by yourself wasn’t fun. I guarantee Karen you would be welcomed”. The thought of joining a team would not only help her with her weight but give her enjoyment, however, the enjoyment that she was thinking about was riding with a group, but the enjoyment that she was going to get was pure sexual. Rick introduced her and it was suggested that as she was new she should be initiated into the group. “What must I do?” she asked when told of the initiation. Rick smiled and just said. “This is a bike crew and for the initiation you become the bike”. She gasped but as each of the men bared their cocks, she clapped and as she stripped delightfully gasped. “Well boys ride me, initiate me, fuck me stupid and fuck her they did and the women clapped and encouraged her and later joined in, turning that one afternoon into a full on orgy that earned Karen the nick name ‘The Initiated’.
THE END
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