A Slut On A Bicycle

I have to stop for a while! I really need to pee.

cried Agnes. Her colleagues André and Maartje drove for her. They had planned a cycling trip on a Saturday, after talking about it for a long time. All three had mountain biking as a hobby. One more fanatical than the other, but it finally happened. It just became a trip through the dunes on paved paths, but if it were quiet with walkers, they would also brave some unpaved paths here and there.

Up the road I think is a pancake house!

Andre called over his shoulder.

How far?

Agnes called back.

A kilometer or two, three.

I can't keep that up for very long. I stop here!

Agnes squeezed the brakes, unclipped her feet from the pedals, got off and leaned her bike against a tree.

She didn't wait for an answer, but saw that Maartje also slowed down, while she looked over her shoulder. André had already driven over the hill a little further on and disappeared from sight.

Agnes walked through the mossy verge between the bushes and looked for a suitable place to unseen to get rid of her cycling shorts. It had to be quick, because the others were waiting for her.

Quite inconvenient, those cycling clothes, if you had to pee as a woman. Men can do it standing on the pedals, which proves that women are not taken into account in cycling either.

She found a good spot in the woods and pulled down the tight black shorts. It was too tight to let it hang from the calves and then crouch down, so there was no option but to get out of it completely. Then she crouched down by a tree and let it run. God, what a relief that was. But now? She had nothing to wipe her flamoes with. There was nothing for it but to get back into her cycling shorts, she thought to herself.

At that moment, a hand pressed down on her crotch from behind. Startled, she looked around. It was Maartje.

I always carry paper tissues in my sweater pocket.

Maartje laughed. She made dabbing movements between Agnes legs.

Are you shocked?

Maartje asked in a soft voice.

Yes, but thanks for the tissues.

Agnes replied.

Maartje let the handkerchief slip from her hand and it fell to the floor. However, she left her hand on Agnes crotch and gently squeezed the labia.

No thanks, I've wondered for a long time how it would feel there with you.

Mary smiled.

Agnes smiled back awkwardly and stood up.

Sorry Maartje, I'm not like that.

She said.

You don't have to, but I think you're beautiful and I just wanted to look at you and feel you.

Maartje was a very sweet colleague, who always listened to you and always helped you with advice and action. That's why Agnes didn't react angry or annoyed. But she found it uncomfortable.

I find this a bit strange, Maartje.

Agnes said. She bent down to pick up her cycling shorts and stepped into them with her feet when she saw that Maartje was just pulling hers off.

Maartje sat down against the tree and stroked her own cat.

Go ahead and get to the bikes, I just want to finish this quick.

She said.

Agnes burst out laughing.

I never would have looked for this after you, crazy bitch.

Agnes looked down at Maartje, who pressed her middle finger between her pussy lips. She looked around tensely. They were not visible from the bike path. She looked down again and felt herself warm with excitement. She had never seen anyone masturbate in the open air, let alone done such a thing herself.

Are you in?

Mary asked. She winked at her colleague.

Agnes took another good look around. Not a person could be seen or heard. One more look into Maartje's questioning eyes and then she stepped out of the cycling shorts again.What am I doing?

She wondered aloud as she sat down next to Maartje against the tree trunk. She spread her legs slightly and rubbed her pussy lips. They were warm and moist, and they parted willingly when she pressed them with her middle finger. The finger slid into the warm, moist opening.

Maartje looked sideways in admiration, between Agnes' legs. Agnes next to her heard the sopping sounds of Maartje's fingers in her cunt. She, too, began to move faster. They had to hurry, because someone might catch them at any moment.

Maartje, however, put her hand on Agnes's in her crotch.

Shall I finger you and you me?

she whispered. Agnes could only smile.

Masturbating outside in the woods was already super exciting, but the thought of doing that together made her heart pound wildly.

Maartje pushed Agnes's hand aside and then slipped her finger between her colleague's warm moist cunt lips. Agnes took a deep breath and sighed. She put her hand on Maartje's cunt and started fingering her.

Yesfinger my pussy, sweetie.

Maartje whispered. She pressed her lower body firmly against her colleague's hand.

Just when Maartje was about to ask if she could lick Agnes pussy, a man coughed.

André stepped out from behind a tree.

Jesus girls, what are you doing?

Agnes was startled and wanted to get up, but Maartje stopped her.

What does it look like, André?

Maartje asked laughing.

To two horny girls fingering each other.

Get that pole out of your pants and jerk off with us.

ordered Maartje. Meanwhile she caressed Agnes's clitoris. She was still scared against the tree.

André had to perform some actions, but then his stiff case emerged from his cycling shorts. He immediately started pulling.

Maartje quickly got up and grabbed André's cock. She took the head between her lips and began to suck.

Agnes, meanwhile, had it no more. What was she supposed to do? To flee? Participate? It was a horny sight. She started fingering her pussy again.

But Maartje looked back at Agnes, turned around and knelt between Agnes legs to press her mouth on his pussy uninvited. Agnes looked down at Maartje's head, who was eating her cunt. When she looked up she saw André kneeling behind Maartje's ass and he pressed his cock into Maartje's. A loud moan came from Maartje's throat and she bit softly on Agne's clit.

Oh my God!

groaned Agnes.

He fucks you! He's fucking you!

Hmmm..

Maartje muttered between her legs.

Agnes heard the patter of André's body against Maartje's ass.

Maartje's tongue raced past Agnes cunt lips and clitoris. Agnes braced herself against the tree, feeling that the climax would not be long in coming.

Maartje stopped eating pussy abruptly.

Swap place?

Mary asked.

Huh?

Maartje pulled Agnes up and sat down against the tree. She spread her legs and pointed to her just-fucked cunt, which was still open.

Bef me.

she smiled at Agnes. He looked over her shoulder at André, who was kneeling behind her with his cock at the ready.

She leaned forward, her mouth to Maartje's dripping pussy, knowing that this position gave André free rein to force his cock into her cunt. She thought of her boyfriend, who was now at work. He was the only man who ever had her.

Her pussy lips parted and she felt the cock slide inside. She held her breath as Andre got deeper and deeper into her. Then she felt his warm body pressing against her buttocks. He stood there for a moment.

Lick me sweet horny Agnes.

Maartje whispered. Agnes smelled the horny smell of Maartje's cunt and she licked it between the lips. She felt the cock pull back and then slide back into her. A warm glow of excitement slowly spread from her lower body to her stomach and above. Now Agnes tensed her muscles to keep her ass in that place and to give Andre counter-pressure.

Bomb. There he was against her buttocks again. And he went back in again and in again. Slowly getting faster and harder.

Yes..lick me Agnes.

Moaned Maartje. Agnes felt her head turn red with excitement and she licked and bit and sucked Maartje's pussy lips and pleasure button. Meanwhile, that cock went harder and deeper into her own willing cunt.Oh yeah! He's fucking you too, Agnes! He fucks you!

Maartje gasped. Agnes sucked on Maartje's clit and pushed three fingers into her colleague's soaking wet cleft.

Almost at the same time, both girls held their breath and the muscles in their bodies tensed. They wriggled their lower bodies as the orgasms came. Agnes felt the gooey cunt juice flow from Maartje's cunt over her fingers and she eagerly licked it up. Her own cunt squeezed tight around the fucking cock. She moaned, panted and let out muffled screams.

Then André stopped pumping. Agnes felt the cock jerk and throb in her squeezing slit and a warm tidal wave of cum flowed deep inside her.

Oh my God! He sprays me full..

Agnes gasped. Not that she was afraid of the possible consequences, but now her boyfriend was no longer alone. And it felt so wonderfully wrong.

Creampie!

Maartje said loudly. She jumped up, hopped to Agnes rear, lay down between her legs and pulled Agnes ass down so that Agnes's cunt was just above her mouth. The slow jets of thick semen, mixed with the many fluids from Agnes cunt, dripped out and she caught them with her open mouth. She gulped and smacked and moaned with pleasure.

When Maartje pressed her tongue against Agnes's button, it cramped from hypersensitivity in that spot. Then another wave came pouring out of Agnes pussy and she swallowed it eagerly.

The three lay tired against the tree.

I thought you were a lesbian.

Agnes said after a while.

I'm very bi.

Maartje laughed.

Yes, it turned out.

I am very tired and sleepy.

André sighed.

And then we have to cycle home.

Agnes laughed.

She now had a secret that she didn't know if she could ever keep secret. She was now a slut on a bicycle. How do you find such a thing?