Date: Fri, 24 Dec 1999 12:09:42 -0800 (PST) From: Selena Anders Subject: Bicycle Seat I don't know exactly when humans first become conscious. Some say it is when they are first slapped and start to cry. Others say it is months sooner. But I can tell you that I became uncomfortably aware as I first touched the steel support stem of my bicycle. The discomfort soon went away as soft hands used a wrench to tighten the screw that would hold me firmly to the bike frame. Of course, at the time I didn't know that it was a little girl's bike, an Acey-rider, made in Korea. But the smiling factory worker was a pretty woman with yellowish skin and long black hair. She lifted my bike, and me with it, into a big flat box, and then she plunged me into darkness. It was a long time in that box, sometimes being moved but mostly sitting still. In the middle of that long period of darkness was a period when everything kept rocking, and my bike kept rolling back and forth a whole inch before bumping into the end of the box. Finally the rocking ended and there was a bumpy period, then I heard a deep voice calling, "Get these bikes out of the boxes, and be sure you straighten the handlebars before taking them on the floor." There was a tearing and popping sound, and then there was light! It was a different girl who reached down into the box and gripped me firmly by my back end, and grabbed the handlebars in her other hand. Up we went, free of the box, and the new girl put down the kickstand as we landed on the floor. This girl had pale pink skin, long blonde hair, and a blue smock with the word 'SavesMart' on it. Quickly she used a wrench just like the Korean woman had, to loosen the handlebars, turn them crossways to the front wheel, and tighten them again. She pulled a sticker off a whole roll of stickers, and put it right on the handlebars. Then she rolled me and my bike through swinging doors into a wonderland! There was happy music, with lots of jingling bells. There were lots of people, and the blonde girl had to roll us down the aisle carefully to avoid bumping anyone. We went past clothing, and batteries, and film, and turned down an aisle where Barbie dolls in hot pink boxes stared at us from both sides. My blonde girl slowed to a stop because in front of us was a lady and a little girl. The lady was saying, "Now what sort of Barbie would you like?" The thin little girl had long flowing red hair, a white blouse, a red pleated plaid skirt, white knee-socks and saddle-shoes. "Aw, Mom! Barbies are for little kids!" "Well what would you like, then?" The pretty little girl looked around and saw me, or at least she saw my bike. "A bicycle! I want that bicycle!" At this point I should describe my bike, while the salesgirl helps mother and daughter finish buying me. It is a very good solid trail bike, painted brilliant purple, with white rubber handles and sparkly streamers hanging from the tips. I am made of genuine leather, and at the time I was a brilliant white. As we emerged from the SavesMart, the little girl turned to her mother, "Mom? Can I ride it to the car? Please?" "Certainly, Linda. Just be careful." In the next seconds, I discovered the true meaning of my existence. Linda threw a leg over the back mud-guard and settled down on me. Her tiny cotton-clad bum settled on my sprung back, while my nose extended between her slim thighs. The slight dampness of her panties enhanced the aroma of her virgin crotch. Then we were off. Little Linda turned out to be an expert rider, and her skinny legs pumped wildly as we roared across the pavement. Linda leaned forward to go faster, pressing her pubic mound more firmly down on my nose. With her little plaid skirt flapping in the breeze around us, it was so exciting! After careening merrily across the parking lot of the mall, Linda came to a screeching halt behind a station wagon. Then we had to wait a few minutes for her mother to arrive. Linda got off me to examine all the beautiful features of her bike, but she kept one hand on me all the time to keep the bike from falling. It was a nice soft little hand, and made me feel good. Then Mom arrived and lifted me into the back of the car for the trip to my new home. Linda and I were inseparable after that. We went everywhere together. She rode me to school every day, including coming home for lunch. It was a school with a strict dress code, and didn't allow girls to wear pants, so I always knew just what underpants Linda was wearing. I liked the trip home from school at the end of the day best, especially on a day when Linda had phys-ed. On those days Linda's panties always smelled so much more like Linda. Linda's Mom was great. Every month she made Linda clean her bike, then wipe me down with special stuff made for leather car seats. Sometimes, on trips like that first trip home I got to talk to the car seats, but it seemed to me that they had a very sheltered life, without much fun. During school was fun too. Linda locked me to a big steel rack under an awning that protected us and the other bikes from too much sun and rain. She always put me with the bikes belonging to her friends. Linda was in grade 5, but she must have been mature for her age, because her best friends were in grade 7. Suzy and Fran's bike seats were great gossips, so I loved to be parked between them. Fran's seat was always bragging about the beautiful satin and lace undies her owner wore, and how they felt so much nicer than plain old cotton. Suzy's seat liked to talk about how Suzy was always rubbing her pussy hard against her seat, until she did something called cumming. Suzy was old enough that sometimes she was 'on the rag', and Fran's seat reported that her owner was spotting, which Fran didn't like because it made stains on her expensive imported panties. Both seats assured me that Linda would do all these things in a few years. I think that both of them were a bit jealous of me, because Fran's seat was made of padded vinyl, while Suzy's was ordinary hard plastic. Neither girl took as good care of her bike as Linda did. One day after school, Suzy and Fran asked Linda to go with them to the ice-cream store. They decided to trade bikes for the trip. Off we all went, and for the first time I was between the legs of someone other than Linda. Fran's seat was right! Fran was wearing panties made of satin in the middle with lace around the sides. She smelled kind of antiseptic, but the smooth satin slid so deliciously back and forth on me as she rode along. I really hoped that maybe someday soon Linda could get nice panties like that, and really enjoyed the trip. At the ice-cream store we bicycle seats gossiped among ourselves while our owners went inside. Our bicycles talked too, but they are beneath us; so we only talk to them when it is absolutely necessary. After a few minutes, all three girls emerged with big double-dip ice-cream cones. Fran had Vanilla, Suzy had Strawberry, and Linda had chocolate. They were laughing and talking about school stuff that we bicycle seats could only dimly understand. It was understood that Suzy would ride me back to Linda's house, so she was standing over me as she seductively slurped at her ice cream. "I'd really like to do this with Tim's cock!" "Oh Suzy, you're such a bull-shitter. I bet you never licked a guy's penis in your life!" Fran said. "Well, no, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't like to!" Suzy protested, and waved her ice-cream in the air to emphasize the point. That was a bad idea. The top scoop of her ice-cream toppled off and fell right on top of me! And it was cold! "Quick! Don't let it fall on the ground!" Fran cried, and all three girls got down on their knees around me. They started licking at the ice-cream blob, and as it started to melt and little rivulets started to run all down my sides, they licked those up too. They licked me all over, and it felt so good. The other two seats looked on in jealousy. They had never had three pretty girls lick them clean of ice cream. When I was all nice and clean again, lovely Linda told her friends, "Uh, I think it's time to go." Reluctantly the two other girls agreed, and they all hopped on each other's bikes. Suzy had thicker, fleshier thighs that held me closely, almost giving me claustrophobia. But she pedaled off powerfully along with the others. As we all wound down the side-streets to avoid too many cars, Suzy started to move herself just a little bit back and forth on me. She seemed to try to find bumps to hit, so I would bounce up into her pussy. (I had learned that word from Suzy's seat months ago.) Bounce! I boinged up into the thick flesh under her panties. Bounce! Suzy rubbed herself harder against me, especially against my nose. Harder and harder she ground her pussy down onto me, and my bicycle started to wobble all over the road, just barely under control. "What are you doing!?" Linda demanded. "I, I'm cumming!" Suzy cried, and suddenly her panties were all wet with a sweet-salty tasting liquid. I absorbed a tiny bit of it into my leather, but most ran down my sides and dribbled down her thighs. "You slut!" Fran whispered loudly as she rode up close to us. "Did you just cum on Linda's bicycle seat? That's awful!" "I'm sorry. I just couldn't help myself." Suzy tried to apologize. Nobody asked me if it was awful. In fact, the two other bicycle seats were more jealous than ever. "Well you can't expect Linda to ride on your own cum." Fran said. She always was the bossy one. "So you'll have to ride that bike all the way to Linda's house, then clean it off." So we all carried on, and I quite enjoyed the feeling of Suzy's wet panties and squishy thighs rubbing up and down my sides. When we finally got back to Linda's house, Suzy was going to clean me with a hanky, but Linda said, "No, don't bother. It's OK. I have some other cleaning to do anyway." The other girls thought Linda was mostly just being nice, so they said goodbye and rode of together. Then Linda carefully pushed my bike inside the garage to the usual place. Slowly she knelt down beside me and brought her nose right up to me, sniffing the smell of Suzy's juices from her panties. Then Linda started to lick me! Slowly she licked again and again from my bottom edge and across to my middle, making sure she got every last little bit of Suzy cream. After she finished one side, Linda moved around to lick me equally clean on the other. I just loved the feel of her lips and tongue all over me, especially around my nose. Linda finished by stroking me all over with leather polish, until I was almost as white as new, then her mom called her for dinner. It was almost an hour later that Linda came back. She called out, "Mom, I'm going to meet Fran at the library so she can help me with my social-studies project!" "That's fine, Dear." I heard her mother say, "Just be sure to be back by nine!" Then Linda opened the garage door and took her bike outside. She seemed excited, which was unusual for a trip to the library, and almost slammed the garage door shut. Then she swung her leg over my back, just like that first time in the mall, but this time she wasn't wearing any panties at all! Off we went, Linda and I, and as she squirmed her pretty pussy down on my nose, I knew I was in for the wildest ride of my life! ========= Special thanks to the real Linda, whose photo of herself on a bicycle inspired this silly story. I love you all. Selena