It was a gorgeous spring day in Florida, the kind that northern locales get many of, while our spring becomes blazing hot summer after a few days of such weather. The temperature was perfect, and the bluest blue sky was contrasted by white, puffy clouds scattered about. And most amazing of all, it was Saturday, a weekend! These gorgeous days always seemed to come on work days, where if you went out to lunch, it would take a while to convince yourself that you really should return to the office instead of running away to a beach or park for the rest of the day.
When I walked down my driveway in the morning to get the newspaper, the beauty of the day was immediately apparent, and I decided there and then that I wouldn’t squander it on the chores and projects that often filled my bachelor weekends. I hadn’t been out on my bike as much as usual during the short winter and decided a daylong ride in a state park would be the perfect way to celebrate such incredible weather.
I was almost thirty, the ‘Hope I die before I get old’ age, and had been decidedly unlucky at love. I wasted a good portion of my twenties with a girl I thought was ‘the one,’ but she didn’t agree and left me full of sorrow and then regrets for the time spent. I didn’t have any trouble getting dates and was told I was handsome by more than one candidate, but what ‘handsome’ means to the so-called ‘fairer’ sex is a mystery to me. In many cases, I felt I was treated in a decidedly unfair way. I often wondered if I was taking it all too seriously rather than just ‘taking it’ for fun.
These thoughts were far from my mind as I loaded my bike onto the rack of my small car and headed to the park. Getting out of the car, I congratulated myself on a good choice of weekend activity. I unloaded my bike, strapped the bag with refreshments and a small blanket on the rear rack, and set off.
I usually rode for exercise, watching my pace and cadence to push myself for the health benefits and that great feeling that comes with a challenging and successful workout. Today, however, I rode strictly for pleasure, to enjoy the wondrous day. I kept a decent pace, but nowhere near the fifteen miles per hour I usually tried to maintain off-road. Neither would I typically bring a blanket or anything to eat except two bottles of water. Music from my Bluetooth earbuds often provided some distraction and occasionally a rhythm for the fast-paced exertion, but today, I wanted to hear the sounds of nature, not the hard rock I usually listen to.
I rode some of the paths I usually took but also wandered off onto less traveled trails, enjoying the solitude as though I were alone in the park. A slight breeze provided a natural soundtrack, with the rustling leaves a pleasant background rather than the challenge of stronger headwinds. Riding slower, I had abandoned my helmet, so it also felt good blowing through my hair. The dappled sunlight filtering through the hammock of tall live oak trees was still cool enough to appreciate the open areas where the sun’s rays were unobstructed and tingling on bare skin.
It couldn’t be a more beautiful day, and I looked forward to laying my blanket in a grassy meadow a mile or two ahead and lying in the sun with a glass of wine. I didn’t care that the wine would likely affect my performance; it was intended to enhance the enjoyment of such a day.
I’d been riding for about an hour and had turned off onto ‘the path not taken’ when I heard distant voices behind me. I looked in my mirror to see two riders, their image enlarging rapidly, meaning they’d overtake me soon. A few seconds later, they were close enough that I could see they were girls; well, women, really, and they were coming on fast. Once they were right behind me, they slowed to match my pace.
“Hey, handsome!” one called out when I’d looked back to see them better.
“Nice butt!” the other commented.
“Yeah, and look at those muscular legs!”
“Wanna take a ride with us?”
On another day, I might appreciate the reversal of the usual roles and not one, but two young women trying to entice me with … with what? Today, I just wanted to continue my ride.
“No, thanks, ladies. I’m just out for a pleasant ride in the park,” I replied.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, we could show you a good time!?”
“Not today,” I laughed at their use of the common phrase used by men.
They didn’t reply but sped up to pass me, allowing me a better look at them. A blonde and a brunette with bodies I’d never turn down under other circumstances. Well-toned, with shapely legs that bragged of their strength as they pedaled past.
The brunette passed first, with a loose-fitting red tank top that revealed nothing about her chest and tight maroon shorts that held tight to her muscular legs. She offered a smile from a cute face, her long hair trailing out of her helmet behind her.
The blonde was next, and I felt something in my gut when I saw her beautiful face smiling at me. Wearing no helmet, her long blonde tresses in a high ponytail accentuated her pale skin and blue eyes. A very tight, royal blue crop top strained to contain her ample breasts and had me wondering just how big they were. With legs like the first, her shorts looked more like panties, even from the side, barely covering her hips.
“Have a nice day!” I offered inanely, wishing I could take it back as soon as the words left my mouth.
If they looked nice from the front and side, they were spectacular from behind, and I was happy when they slowed again to match my pace. While not quite hourglass figures, both had broad shoulders, narrow waists, and hips that begged to be grabbed roughly.
I noticed a reddish tinge to the brunette’s hair as it flowed down her back, but it was her ass that was the main attraction. Though her shorts didn’t reveal as much as the blonde’s, they enhanced the two fleshy cheeks with a deep cleft between.
Again, though, it was the blonde’s beautiful bottom beginning to make the tightness in my crotch uncomfortable. Just like a pair of cheeky panties, her shorts left her ass mostly exposed, and in comparison to the brunette’s, she had small, firm buns. If we’d been walking, I would have to fight an overwhelming urge to grab them in both hands.
I was beginning to regret my refusal of their offer, but as I rode behind them, I was pretty sure they hadn’t given up on me. Each would stand on her pedals, not for added pedaling power, but to wave their increasingly enticing butts for my enjoyment. The brunette started it with three or four shakes of her ass that had me groaning internally and the blonde giggling.
“Oh God!” I said aloud when the blonde followed suit, the thin strip of spandex between her legs just barely covering her crotch. They must have heard my plea to the powers that be because they continued their sexy display, giggling like schoolgirls. Between the brunette’s legs, I could see a dark line, barely visible, calling attention to her prominent labia on each side, causing me to wonder if it was sweat or arousal and hoping it was the latter.
“Are you sure you don’t want to join us for some fun?” blondie said, looking back at me.
“Don’t you like what you see?” the brunette asked as she stood on her pedals again, rocking her hips like she was riding a cock.
“Maybe you’d like a better view?” the other said as she pulled the crotch of her shorts up into her crack and joined the brunette in her imaginary ride.
“Oh, I like what I see, all right!” I replied, and with a frankness that surprised even me, added, “You make me wish I was a bicycle seat!”
“Ooo, do you like having your face sat on?” blondie asked with piqued interest.
“Yeah? You like having a nice, wet pussy stuffed in your mouth?”
“Maybe I should make you eat my cunt until I cum all over your face, drowning you with my squirting orgasm!”
“Where?” I asked with an unsteady voice, unable to contain my enthusiasm.
“Follow us!” the brunette called back, then said something to the blonde that I couldn’t hear getting a nod in response.
After a couple of hundred yards, they turned right into an offshoot with a sign on the corner indicating a campsite ahead and looked back to see if I was still following. With a come-on like that, how could I not!? Moments later, we reached our destination, and I watched them both dismount, enjoying the view their spread legs allowed when they lifted them over their bikes.
The park had many such sites that could be reserved for backcountry primitive camping, with a picnic table and a large clear area for tents of any size. Looking around to see how private it was, I could see the trail ended here and had curved on the way in, so we were not visible to the trail we turned off. With no other structures, people, or sounds nearby, I was satisfied that, at least for a while, we wouldn’t be disturbed.
The girls were inspecting the table when I walked up.
“The top’s kinda rough. Hafta, watch out for splinters!”
“The benches are better but a bit narrow to lie on,” the other replied.
“I think I have a solution,” I offered and went to my bike to retrieve the blanket from my bag strapped to the back. I spread it across the top of the table, and it was just large enough to cover it with a bit hanging over the side.
“Well, well! Look at the boy scout, Casey! Always prepared!” the blonde commented.
“Yes, but is he prepared for what’s to cum?” Casey replied with emphasis on the last word. “Hm? Are you?” she asked as she stepped up close, putting her hand on the prominent bulge in my biking shorts. “I’m Casey, by the way. And you are?”
“Mark,” I replied with shaky breaths due to her stroking my ready-for-anything cock. “And, yes, I’m ready if you are!”
“Oh, I’m very ready!” she challenged as she ran a finger over that dark line between her legs.
My knees went weak when I saw it bisected a perfectly formed cameltoe in Casey’s skin-tight shorts. I couldn’t wait to get my tongue in that deep slit.
“I’m Xena,” the blonde said, and the image of the ‘Warrior Princess’ sitting on my face came unbidden. She’d taken Casey’s place before me with a new hand on my straining cock. “Mmm, he’s big enough, but how good is your tongue?” she asked, and before I could respond, she grabbed the back of my neck, planted her lips on mine, and thrust her tongue into my mouth. The suddenness of it had me a bit slow to respond, but finally, seeing it as a challenge, my tongue wrestled with hers to a draw, if not a win. “Ooo, very good! So, you want to lick my cunt?” she asked as she grabbed the hem of my shirt.
“I’d love to,” I answered as my shirt was being pulled over my head.
At the same time, Casey had a grip on my shorts and dragged them down to my ankles, tapping each leg for me to lift my foot so she could pull them off over my shoes. Looking up to see my dick waving in the wind, she took it briefly into her mouth for a few strokes with her tongue before she stood up next to her friend. Xena smiled as she leaned in for a rematch with our tongues while stroking my cock with her hand.
“Lie on the table,” she said when her tongue exited my mouth, and each taking an arm, led me naked but for my shoes onto the table’s surface.
In my supine position, the sight of two gorgeous women standing on the benches beside me had my tongue thirsty for the juice of their peaches. I love licking a woman’s pussy more than almost any other sexual act, and I’m told I’ve gotten pretty good at it. Always aiming to please, I’ll take it in any position, but shoved in my mouth with its owner sitting on my face is my favorite. My wish to be a bicycle seat was one I’d often had while riding behind a woman grinding her pussy into the seat, so my off-hand comment, while the first time I’d said it aloud, wasn’t so off-hand after all.
“Heads or tails?” Casey asked.
I looked at her, confused as I didn’t see a coin to flip, but answered ‘heads’ as I always do on the first flip.
“Ooo! I get his tongue first!” Xena said enthusiastically and immediately started to strip, which, like me, was only two articles of clothing. Apparently, Casey was ‘tails.’
The top was the first to go, and my eyes opened wide at the pendulous breasts free from the confines of the athletic crop top. She smiled at my reaction to them hanging from her chest when she bent over to pull her shorts down.
“Mmm! You look delicious!” I said when she stood again, giving me my first look at her naked pussy. Plump lips, probably swollen, defined a perfectly straight slit hiding the tender bits within and a small, close-trimmed patch of blonde hair above.
“You like, Mark? Hm? Wanna lick it?” she asked, noticing me licking my lips.
I held up my hands, urging her to sit, and she climbed onto the table’s surface. Standing over my face, she gave me that luscious view from below and the enlarging image of her cunt descending onto my face. Pulling her lips apart, she enveloped my mouth between them when she finally made contact.
“Oh yeah!” she sighed immediately. “Mmm! You like having my cunt forced into your mouth? Eat it, Mark! C’mon, eat my cunt!” she demanded as she wiped her slippery wet lips on my face from my nose to my chin.
She continued the dirty talk for a while, but eventually, the intense pleasure made it superfluous. At times, she was immobile, allowing my tongue to wander around, through, and into her pussy. Acute agitation would result in her rocking her hips, my face sawing through her gash, while she rubbed her pussy against my face.
My hands were free and had been holding onto her hips, but the sight of her bouncing tits during one of her more excited times had me reaching for them. I held them gently, enjoying their heft, but that wasn’t enough for her, so she covered my hands with hers, squeezing them hard to show me that ‘gentle’ wasn’t on the menu. She was approaching her climax when I started pinching her nipples.
When I took one hand to tease her other hole in back, she pulled my hand away and put it back on her tit.
“Save that for Casey! She likes it up the ass!” she gasped between labored breaths.
Things accelerated quickly from that point, and I could tell her climax was imminent when her body stiffened bolt upright. She reached down and held my head between her hands and pounded it into her crotch while her hips jerked forward with each punch.
“Oh God!” she cried just before the juice started flowing, her hips still rocking to spread it over my face and into my mouth. Sitting back with her pussy out of reach of my tongue, I just watched as her body twitched with each temblor that passed through her.
“Mmm, that was good!” she said as though she didn’t expect it. “Your turn, Casey! You’re gonna love it!”
“Thank you,” I said for the compliment and experience. Something had me expecting them to take what they wanted and leave as quickly as they’d come, but I hoped to get another taste of Xena’s pussy before they did.
Once or twice, I’d wondered what Casey was up to while her friend was riding my face, but Xena’s pussy quickly reclaimed my focus. Now, though, she climbed onto the table fully dressed and proceeded to give me a strip show as she slowly worked her loose tank top up her abdomen until her smaller but equally enticing tits were exposed. On her knees, she offered them to me, but when I tried to hold them, she stopped me.
“Uh-uh! No hands! Just your mouth!”
I smiled as she fed one then the other to my open mouth, sucking on her petite nipples and flicking her hard nubbins with my tongue. She held them from below as they took turns in my mouth, and I could hear her breathing as she pressed them to my face and rubbed them against my cheeks.
“So. You’re pretty good at eating pussy, are you?” she asked as she pulled my toys away and sat up. “You want this? Hm?” she asked, rubbing her crotch through her tight shorts that enlarged the wet stain I’d seen earlier, a result of watching me and Xena, I guessed. “You want me to stuff this in your mouth and make you lick me until I cum on your face?”
“Yes, please!”
Standing over me, she pulled her shorts down like she had her shirt, agonizingly slowly down one hip and then the other. She held them in place with one hand still pressing them to her crotch while the rest of the fabric hung loose.
“Ask me for it!” she demanded as she did a stripper’s dance on the tabletop, letting me see her voluptuous ass in the process.
“Please, Casey! Let me lick your pussy?” I pled, but she remained silent, a raised eyebrow suggesting my plea wasn’t enough. “Stuff your delicious cunt in my mouth while you sit on my face and make me eat it until you cum in my mouth!” She smiled her approval and let her shorts fall about her ankles.
I drew a sharp breath at the sight. If Xena’s pussy were pretty, then you’d have to use stronger words for Casey’s. Sexy. Sumptuous. Luscious. Juicy. Savory. All words that fit. Large, meaty lips that I couldn’t wait to feel pressed to my mouth, inner folds peeking out between to be sure they weren’t forgotten, and a thick yet neatly trimmed bush of reddish brown hair on her mons, all sporting the sheen of arousal.
Apparently, she liked my reaction and moved into position, quickly sitting and granting my wish to feel her lips covering my mouth. Painting with her slippery juice, she wiped my face with those fleshy lips.
More animated than Xena, she did most of the work, my tongue reaching only what she wanted it to. Her body writhed above me, a continuation of the sexy stripper moves she’d exhibited earlier, but every movement carefully calculated to enhance one stroke or another of her pussy against my face. At one point, she too held my head, but just to hold it in place while she ground her cunt against my face; my nose, lips, and chin, all just something to rub against.
“Casey, do you mind if I …” Xena started, but Casey cut her off.
“Not at all! Maybe he’ll last longer for me!”
With only an inkling of what they were talking about, Xean confirmed my suspicion when I felt her sitting on my thighs and stroking my cock. I was gasping into Casey’s pussy when I felt the tip of my dick gliding through her slit a few times before being inserted inside her.
“Oh my God!” I mumbled into Casey’s seething slot as Xena sat, slowly impaling herself on my stiff shaft.
With my face in one cunt and my cock in the other, I prayed for this to be one of those times I’d last longer than usual while the girls used my body as their sex toy. Both kept my movements to a minimum, with Casey continuing her lap dance on my face and Xena gripping the base of my dick tightly.
Xena bouncing on me encouraged Casey to do the same, though thankfully not as fervently since my head was on a hard surface, not a bed. It was like a race to see who would come first. Xena lay back with her arms supporting her, my shaft exiting her slippery tunnel at an unusual angle, prompting unintelligible exclamations coming from Casey’s pussy. Xena could feel I would cum soon and returned to her upright position with a firm grip holding the torrent back.
Attempting to get my attention back on her, Casey returned to pounding her pussy with my face, and before long, all three of us were approaching our respective summits. Trying to give Casey what she deserved since I was utterly helpless below, I reached up for her tits, and, as with Xena, I squeezed them roughly while pinching as well. On each push into her snatch, I sucked the meaty lips in and tried to lick them before Casey pulled my head away, her lips popping out of my mouth.
Remembering Xena’s comment about Casey, I managed to run my finger through her slit to gather some lubrication and found her tight bumhole.
“Oh yeah! Do it!” she cried with the first pressure of my finger on that tight hole and gasped aloud when I pushed it in to the first knuckle. With both arms wrapped around her hips, one hand just held on while the other plunged deeper. “Oh, Christ!” she screamed as my lips reattached themselves to her pussy, my tongue flicking her clit.
A chorus of grunts and groans preceded each climax as we fell like dominoes, with Casey first, me second, and Xena last. All motion slowed but didn’t stop as we milked every last morsel of bliss from each other. I didn’t have to ask how they liked it as their sighs and breathing told the whole story, and mine as well.
Casey slid back far enough that she could bend forward and kiss my lips and face, certainly tasting herself in the process as my face supplied more than enough of both girls’ heady liquor.
“Get him hard again for me, Xena?” Casey asked when I moved to get up, assuming they were done with me. “Not leaving yet, are you? Xena was impressed with your cock!” she said, feeding my ego. “Can’t I have a ride, too?”
I answered by grabbing her hips and pulling my face back into her sloppy slit just as I felt her friend’s hands stroking my not-quite-flaccid cock, with her tongue teasing the tip. Just eating Casey’s pussy would be enough to get me hard again, but with Xena’s help, it happened more quickly.
“I think you can do the rest, Casey!” she said as she moved onto the bench with one hand still clutching my cock.
Casey smiled with her lower lip between her teeth as she slid down my body, lifting when she came to my revived cock. Bending to take it in her mouth, she licked and sucked to ensure I was full size again before aiming it at her cunt. With the tip in, she let go and smiled with an open mouth as she slid slowly down my pole, her eyes and mouth open wide as I reached her depth.
I always love to see a woman moving up and down, releasing and recapturing my cock. I watched with rapt attention as I disappeared inside her each time, her mouth open and gulping air as she reached the bottom. I would have been satisfied to continue with Casey alone, but Xena had other plans.
Kneeling on the table beside me, she fingered her pussy with squelchy noises as some more of ‘me’ dripped out.
“Would you like another taste?” she asked kindly, not insisting as before.
“Mmm, yes! Gimme that pretty pussy!” I replied, and seconds later, it was once again in my mouth.
More gently this time, she rocked her hips as my nose and tongue passed through her slushy slit. Reaching around to grab her ass, we shared the job of guiding her tingling, wet lips across my face, her heavy breathing the result.
Meanwhile, Casey was riding like a rodeo champ, bouncing hard with each downstroke to get the maximum penetration with a loud ‘Huh!’ on each landing. Before long she sacrificed depth for speed, leaning forward as the pace of her ride, as well as her aural responses, quickened.
“I’m cumming!” she cried out as I lifted my hips to meet hers until she came with a loud, “Oh, fuck!”
With Casey temporarily satisfied, I focused on Xena’s pussy, but as I hadn’t cum yet, Casey started a new ride, leaving me trying to please two women at the same time again. Feeling like I’d cum soon, I worked on Xena to get her caught up to us. We moved well together as I kept my hands on her ass, adding a little extra push when needed.
With Xena’s climax close, I put something extra into my upward thrusts into Casey’s cunt. I could tell she was close now, too, as was I, so I tried to give them what they needed to get them over the edge together.
“Oh, God!” Xena cried out, bathing my face in a fresh supply of her musky nectar.
“Jesus!” Casey cried a few seconds later as I pounded her crotch with quick, stabbing lunges to her pussy, and after half a dozen such lunges, I came as well.
A fantastic finale, they both sat beside me with their feet on the bench and their chests heaving under the strain of breathing while I remained lying on the tabletop. Xena brushed a soothing hand over my chest, smiling broadly at me. Casey moved to the other side and contributed her own brand of quieting caresses.
Once we’d recovered, Xena bent down to give me a long, passionate kiss and her thanks. Casey followed suit and I thanked them as well.
“And you just wanted a ‘pleasant ride in the park!” Casey said with an ‘I told you so!’ look on her face.
“Fortunately, you convinced me otherwise!” I said, getting another tender kiss from Xena.
I rolled to my side when they got up to get dressed. Besides enjoying watching them stretch their skin-tight activewear over their luscious bodies, I’d decided this was as good a place as any for a glass of wine. I suddenly remembered I’d brought two wine glasses in the event I’d meet somebody, though I surely never anticipated two ‘somebodies’ like Casey and Xena.
I went to my bike, pulled out the wine and glasses, and held them up as an offering just as they mounted their bikes.
“Would you like to share a bottle of wine with me?”
“No, thank you, Mark,” Xena said with a pouting look as though she really would like to stay.
“No, we’ve got someplace we need to be, and we’ll just make it in time if we leave now,” Casey added.
“Are you sure?” I asked as feet engaged pedals and their bikes started rolling.
“Not today!” they said, simultaneously echoing my earlier decline and giggling madly.
I watched until they were out of sight and poured myself a glass of wine, offering a toast to the two women who had made an already beautiful day even better.
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You’ve probably realized by now that I really like facesitting. How about you? Ever had a similar wish when faced with an extraordinary female body abusing her bicycle’s seat in the interest of exercise? Please ‘like’ and/or ‘favorite’ my story if you enjoyed it and … Thanks For Reading!!!
