Date: Tue, 7 Dec 2004 12:33:49 -0800 (PST)
From: cindy shemale <missmann69@yahoo.com>
Subject: biker's secret (fisting)

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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