Bicycle Orgy
by Chubby Sex Blog Lena was riding her John Player Norton. I, as usual, was on the LeMans.
The big Guzzi throbbed between my legs as we swept through the turns one after
another. The Goose has a stiff suspension; there’s something very sexy about
the way the firm seat fits between my thighs, how the bike bucks over big
bumps. It’s almost like riding a man. Needless to say by the time we reached
the coast highway I was ready to lure my Lena off into the beach grass and have
my way with her.
But when we pulled off at one of our favorite overlooks what should we spy
but a gorgeous blue-and-silver Ducati and next to it, dressed all in black
leathers, one of our favorite riders. Frank was someone we knew through the
European Motorcycle club. We both liked him, but whenever we had talked it had
always been in the middle of a crowd. Today he was alone. After chatting a few
minutes Lena and I had evidently come to the same conclusion, for she invited
him to join our picnic.