Jim and I decided to venture out into the hills of Surrey to try and find bicycle boy. There had been reports in the local paper of an unknown cyclist creating mayhem on the roads with some dodgy signalling and 'shock horror' not using the cycling lane and we knew that it was bicycle boy. We ventured out at the weekend and for some unknown reason, there were no cyclists to be seen. Surely he hadn't terrorised the rest of the cyclists off the road too! We spotted him and yelled out the window for him to follow us, after he nearly careered off the road in surprise, we caught up with him in a quiet road so he couldn't cause any more chaos. I asked him a simple question 'would you like to come back and fuck my bum', his answer, 'will it help me cycle faster'? Now most girls would be offended but I said Yes! So we went back to the apartment and I dressed up in my frilly pink dress with white stockings. He was a little nervous on his first anal quest, but I would guide him through easing his cock into my tight bottom and building up until he finally could shoot his huge load over me again. It was a little awkward at first, but we soon got into the swing of things. Thats what I like about non-porno folk, the desperation! Bicycle boy is as keen as mustard and always gives 110%. Even if he isn't a good cyclist, if there was ever a spunk shortage, the NHS should definately give him a call.
