It was a hot day last Summer, when I decided to set off for the day, on my Kawasaki 500. I like to wear lingerie under my biker gear, so I slipped on a black bra, matching suspender belt, black silk stockins, and my favourite black lacy French knickers. I put on a nice powder-blue camisole top, then put on my normal male T-shirt and jeans. A lightweight riding jacket, boots,and helmet, and I was ready to go. After about 50 miles in the blazing sunshine, I stopped off to let the bike cool down, and myself as well. I found a shady spot down a country lane, took off my jacket, and settled in the shade of a big leafy tree. The lane was very quiet and peaceful, and before long, I started to doze off. The sound of another bike drawing up caused me to open one eye, to see a well-built guy dismounting from a big BMW. "Sorry to disturb you, mate", he said, " but I just gotta take a leak." He hopped over the fence behind me, and I heard the sound of his zip, followed by the sound of water splashing on the grass. After a couple of minutes, he climbed back over, and went to his bike. He took a flask out of his pannier, and asked if I fancied joining him for a drink. I hesitated, but he assured me that it was only iced tea, so I accepted. He sat beside me on the grass, and poured me a generous measure into the lid of the flask. It went down like liquid gold, and as I handed him back the cup, I thanked him. "No problem," he said, smiling. "Bikers like us have to stick together ." "True," I said, "bikers usually do" " Yes, I know, but some bikers are special". He smiled at me, then suddenly, he reached over, and slid his hand across the front of my jeans ! "Hey, man, what the fuck are you doing?" I yelped. "Just making friends," he grinned. "What makes you think I'm like that?" I spluttered "Well, the fact that you are showing a little bit of pale blue silk between your shirt and your jeans, gave me a clue, but you've been lying on damp grass, and the back of your shirt is now almost transparent . So much so, that the straps of your black bra are quite plain to see!" I started to get to my feet , but he put his hand on my arm. "Don't panic," he smiled. "I said bikers like us!" He leaned back on the grassy bank, and unzipped his jacket, then his shirt. I could hardly believe my eyes as he revealed his chest, clad in the loveliest emerald green bra! His man-breasts were quite large, filling the lacy cups without the need for padding. I put him at about a 36C, and his nipples were prominent enough to show even through the silken material. He slowly unzipped his jeans, to reveal that he was wearing matching panties, suspender belt and lacy-toppped stockings. We quickly climbed over the fence into the field behind us, where we quickly stripped down to our feminine lacy undies. My new friend, Paul, sank to his knees in the grass, and took my throbbing cock into his mouth. It felt so good out there in the open, his hot lips sucking on my cock as his fingers probed my arse-hole. He did this for a few minutes, sucking and finger-fucking me, until I couldn't stand any more. I pulled my knob from his lips, pushed him onto his back, and went into the 69 position. As I lowered my mouth onto his lovely weapon, I slid my hands up and down his silk-clad legs, feeling the sexy tops of his stockings, up past his suspenders, until I found the gap in his panty-leg. He was doing the same to me, and I gasped with delight as I felt his fingers penetrate my eager hole, first one, then two, then three. I was in heaven as he prceeded to stretch my hole further that it had ever been stretched before, and he groaned with pleasure as I did the same to him, managing four fingers before he gasped "Enoughhhh!" "Back in a minute", he said, and went to his bike. He was back in seconds, with a tube of KY "Go on, darling!" he gasped,"I've always wanted to be fisted, but never felt I could take it, until now!" He dropped to his hands and knees, and I knelt behind him. I pulled his panties down to expose his man-cunt, and spread a load of KY all around his hole, I lubed my hand, and set to work. First I slid just one finger in, making sure he was well lubed all the way in. then inserted a second. He gasped, and for a second I thought he was going to pull away, so I rested for a bit until I felt him relax. He had his head tucked well down, so I wasn't surprised to feel him reach between his legs, and start to fondle and stroke my panty-clad cock ! I applied more lube, and as his stroking got faster, I gently slid another finger in, making three ! More lube, and in went finger number four. By now he had pushed his head right in between his own knees, like a bloody contortionist, and then I was amazed to feel him start to kiss and suck my balls! I pulled my loose French knickers aside so that my cock swung free, and he took it in his mouth ! I could hardly believe that anyone could be so athletic and supple, but there it was ! I let him suck my cock and balls for a minute or two, by which time his arse-hole was totally relaxed, ready to receive my thumb. I formed my fingers into a tube, with my thumb in the middle, applied a little more pressure, and a lot more lube with my other hand. I pressed harder, and reached around to the front to caress and stroke his rock-hard prick. I gave his balls a squeeze, and at the same time, gave my hand a good firm push. A bit of resistance, a yell of pain from Paul, and my hand slid right up him, right past the wrist! He gave a shuddering moan, then collapsed in a heap as I let go a hot load of spunk right into his mouth. At the same time, he emptied his balls into my hand. Still keeping my hand up his arse, he wriggled around onto his back, opened his mouth, and showed me the load of spunk which I had just jetted into him. I let him see his cum in my hand, then raised it to my mouth, and licked it all up. He put his hand around my neck, lifted himself up to my face, and kissed me, hot and strong, so that our spunk mixed in our mouths. As we kissed, we swallowed the mixture, and I opened and closed my hand, still up his back passage, "Don't pull it out yet!" he gasped "I want to take it to the elbow, and I don't think I can go through the pain of taking your fist again just yet !" "OK", I said, "But I would like MY first fisting, too !" I got it, but that's another story !
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