Her Bicycle Seat
By B. Tweenercheeks
Chapter 1
Natalie Kramer had just finished school and had landed her first
real job in Indianapolis as a physical therapist. She was the
first Kramer in three generations to move out of Kirkville, the
small town in which she grew up. The Kramers had secretly
practiced witchcraft for generations. It was second nature to
Natalie.
Natalie met Barry her second week in Indianapolis. She'd rarely
socialized with non-witches before, had never dated, and was
terribly naive about men. Her coworkers at the hospital had
talked her in to dinner and drinks at the local pub. That's where
her eyes met Barry. Barry was laughing with his stockbroker
friends when saw the spiral curled blonde, with the trim,
athletic, but not curvaceous body, staring at him hauntingly
through cobalt blue eyes. Drawn by those eyes, he left his
barstool to meet Natalie. He checked out her thin 5'6" body from
behind. Her worn jeans framed her tight ass perfectly. Barry
liked what he saw. He was good at this. He already knew exactly
how to play Natalie. He would charm her for a while. She'd be
crazy about him. After some good sex he'd find a new, hotter
girlfriend and move on. She'd make a nice "tweener" until the
next "knockout" came along.
They wound up dating for six months. In a short time Barry had
become Natalie's world. Barry took full advantage of her
feelings. Though she had been a virgin before meeting Barry,
Natalie wanted to please Barry any way she could. Natalie
submitted to him every way he wanted, since Barry had a voracious
appetite for sex. He fucked her hard, deep and fast but always
finished by ejaculating with deep thrusts into her ass. While he
pretended to care about how it felt for Natalie, all Barry just
wanted to use Natalie to come over and over again. For her part
Natalie thought that this was how sex was supposed to be. She
paid scrupulous attention during sex so that she could learn from
Barry. After time she learned to orgasm from this dominant,
savage sex.
One Saturday night, they had "The Talk". Natalie asked about
marriage. Barry said "no" in the same charming way he did
everything else. "You're the only one I want, the only one I've
ever wanted, Nat. I have no idea where I'm going with my life and
I won't risk your future with my indecision."
The words bit at Natalie's heart. She had become infatuated with
Barry. Her lack of experience in relationships made her
experience self doubts. 'Maybe it's my lovemaking. Aren't I his
fantasy? Barry fulfills mine; maybe I don't fulfill his. I need
to know exactly what his deepest fantasies really are. Then I'll
do them with him. Then Barry won't be able to resist me.' Natalie
began to work on her plan.
She called Barry early Sunday morning. "Look, forget about last
night." She said. "It's a beautiful morning. I'll meet you in the
park. I'll even bring coffee." Barry reluctantly agreed to meet
her.
Natalie picked up a black coffee on the way. She took off the lid
and poured from a vial she had worked on all night. She had to
know what Barry really wanted. She had to know his deepest
fantasy. The potion would tell her. His desire to experience his
strongest fantasy would be multiplied 100 times. He wouldn't have
to say anything. He would not be able to control himself. She
would find out what really turned Barry on.
She would satisfy his fantasy. Then he wouldn't be able to
control himself. He would marry her.
Barry sat on a park bench along a bike path reading a folded
sports section. Natalie sat down next to Barry, handed him the
coffee, and kissed him in the warm Sunday morning sunshine. They
made small talk while Barry hid behind sunglasses trying to
inconspicuously scope other women in the park. Finally, Barry
popped open the lid and took a few large sips of the coffee.
Natalie watched for a reaction.
'What kinky thing can I do to win you forever?' Natalie thought.
She waited a while longer then started. "Barry, I need to know
what you long to do. What things you would like to do. What is
your fantasy?"
Barry stopped moving. He took off his sunglasses. His eyes opened
wide. His mouth opened slightly and his lower lip hung loosely.
His gaze fixed upon something in the distance.
"Barry, honey, tell me what do you want to do? What is your
fantasy?"
Barry wasn't looking at Natalie as she talked. His eyes stuck on
something in the distance. He couldn't talk. Natalie followed
Barry's line of sight, turned and looked. Pedaling a hot pink,
girls ten-speed was a tanned, college aged girl in a white T-
shirt, silky green nylon shorts, white gym socks and tennis
shoes. Her long brown hair, pulled back in a ponytail, waved in
the passing breeze as she pedaled. As she passed the couple now
staring at her, the exotic brown-eyed knockout broke into a full-
lipped smile and giggled a "Hi!" As she sped passed, Barry's head
turned with the bike.
His eyes dropped lower as the exotic brown haired beauty passed.
Barry stared directly at the exotic girls' ass as she pedaled.
His mouth now drooped open even further. His face began to flush.
His heart began to race. An uncontrollable erection began to
grow. That was it. That's what he wanted. To be under those
cheeks. Right there.
Shattered Natalie shrieked "Her? You want to have sex with her?"
"Her bicycle seat..." struggled Barry.
"What?" demanded Natalie.
"Her bicycle seat..." the entranced Barry repeated.
Natalie was both crushed and furious. Barry had fooled her for
months. Her family had been right; she never should have dated a
mortal. She could have dealt with a butt fetish, even one as
strong and bizarre as Barry's. But Barry wasn't interested in
her. It was some exotic stranger's ass that he longed for. He
never once looked at Natalie once he swallowed the potion. His
eyes never moved off the exotic stranger.
Natalie tried, "Honey, I..."
"Bicycle seat!" Barry said again, now drooling.
Tears welled in Natalie's' eyes. She had been so wrong about
Barry. He was a one-dimensional pig like most mortal men. Still,
while she was furious, she also still loved Barry. Even if it had
been phony, she loved how he treated her. She was still
infatuated with him as flawed as he was. But the potion had
rendered him hypnotized by his fantasy about this exotic
brunettes' ass. Perhaps the potion was too strong. Perhaps his
fetish was stronger than she imagined. Perhaps his mind was
weaker than she thought possible. The fact remained that while
she still loved Barry, Natalie was not his fantasy.
The exotic girl continued to pedal away. A forlorn, confused look
came over Barry's face. He continued to stare at that all
encompassing rear end.
"Barry, I have magical powers. I could have given you anything:
riches, sex, a family, anything you wanted, and I still can.
Please just look at me." Natalie begged.
Barry started to break down. The potion had left him with one
thought. He knew what he wanted and it was pedaling away. His
face looked like that of a child who left a candy store empty
handed. His eyes strained to see the girls' ass atop the seat of
her hot pink ten-speed.
"Bicycle seat!!" he cried.
"But Barry..."
"Bicycle seat." he whispered.
Tears streamed down Natalie's' face. Her fantasy had been
unrealized. Barry had realized what his strongest and bizarre
fantasy was. He wanted it more than anything in the world.
Natalie looked at this pitiful, lost man. Her heart was already
broken. She could sill fix Barry's.
"Very well." Natalie caved in. "If this is truly your fantasy at
least I will know that I gave it to you. You will have the
existence of the object you have chosen and all that comes with
it. So that you experience that existence you will still have all
your human senses. You will live so long as that object exists.
Your soul, your mind everything will be there, for better or
worse. However, you will be an object. You will have no power of
self-determination. Do you understand that?"
Like a junkie needing his fix he murmured "Bicycle seat..."
"One more thing, Barry. I will not sit and watch while you
humiliate yourself. I cannot do that. Do you understand?"
Barry stared blankly in the distance and mouthed, "Bicycle seat."
Natalie stood and said "Then goodbye Barry." and kissed him on
the cheek. Natalie thought a moment about what to do. 'I'll just
need his head.' Natalie thought.
Barry felt a slashing pain in his neck as if he'd been beheaded.
Suddenly Natalie looked like a giant. He could no longer feel his
body. He felt his cheeks and jaw squeezed and become narrow. His
skin pulled taught and felt thick. Barry's entire existence was
reduced to a twelve-inch bike seat. Natalie looked down at Barry.
She smiled at him and said, "I hope you enjoy your fantasy." When
Barry looked up again Natalie was gone.
His full consciousness began to return as if he woke from a
dream. Suddenly Barry felt a rush of wind and saw a blur of trees
on either side of him. The blur on either side slowed to a
leisurely pace. He felt the sensation of lying face up, traveling
chin first, up a hill. Barry realized his head had been
transformed into a shiny black leather bicycle seat. He was
mounted face up, on the hot pink ten-speed.
He began to realize what Natalie had done to him. The reality of
his situation terrified Barry. As he looked up he saw the exotic
girl's brown ponytail whipping in the wind as she stood to pedal
up a steep hill. The perfect rounded ass, covered in green silky
running shorts together with tanned muscular thighs pounded the
pedals until the hill crested. Barry tried to move. He looked for
Natalie but she was gone. He tried to scream for Natalie. He
desperately looked for an escape. Barry had never thought of the
full consequences of his fantasy.
"My god, I'm a goddamn seat on a ten speed."
Then he gazed up at the enormous stunning girl that towered above
him. She looked huge. He loved the view. He thought of the
countless occasions when he stole a glimpse of some girls'
perfect young ass and wished he could shrink and be right there.
Secretly where he now was about to be, face into her ass.
Suddenly the furious pedaling stopped. The exotic brunette
coasted while standing on the pedals for a few seconds. Then
Barry saw her shorts covered ass lowering down towards him. Barry
felt as if his eyes rolled back and he relaxed. This was, after
all, his fantasy.
Chapter 2
It took forever. Barry couldn't wait. He reopened his eyes again
just in time to see the giant perfect ass jutting out as she and
bent down and sat down onto the smooth, shiny leather bicycle
seat that once was his face. She squished him snuggly into her,
separating her rounded butt cheeks with Barry. Her voluptuous
cheeks hung over the bicycle seat. Her warm rear end enveloped
him. The pressure of her weight felt incredible.
He had expected it to hurt, but it instead felt exhilarating.
This enormous perfect giantess perched comfortably on his now
tiny face. Her positioning was perfect. He could see up her back
from where his eyes were in the rear of the seat. His chin was
now the very front tip of the seat which peninsulated between her
thighs. His mouth laid directly under her warm, soft pussy.
Barry's nose was a pair of nylon shorts and cotton panties from
the protruding soft lump that was her @!#$. He could not hold
back. Barry inhaled deeply. She smelled of sweat, stale perfume,
and slightly of pussy. Barry was surprised and a little
disappointed how mild she smelled. She must have just begun her
ride. Still, Barry was incredibly aroused.
After some time she met up with another female bicyclist. The two
talked and laughed the entire ride. Barry learned all about his
rider. Her name was Anna. Barry had guessed from her exotic,
Mediterranean looks that she was Italian. It turned out that she
was Mexican. She cycled as cross training for volleyball. She was
to start her sophomore year at Indiana State. She talked of a
boyfriend, some musician, but spent most of the time talking
about other guys she liked. She laughed and smiled a lot.
Anna and Cathy, the other cyclist, rode at least 15 miles every
day. Today was Sunday, "so they could do a long ride." Barry
loved that idea.
As the two headed on, the sun continued to beat down. Barry had
been under Anna for only 10 minutes when he started notice
moisture. As they rode he looked up her back and noticed a line
of sweat forming down the middle of her nylon shorts. The
constant gentle sway of her ass was driving him insane with lust.
As time passed, Barry began to feel slippery in her sweat. Her
smell became ripe. She tasted salty. Anna's smooth, tan inner
thighs gently brushed Barry with her every turn of a pedal. He
could feel her panties through the nylon shorts.
Barry felt Anna's sweat saturating him. He tasted and sniffed her
pussy and ass. As Anna sat on him her ass and pussy rhythmically
ground into Barry's face with every turn of the pedals. Finally,
he could take it no more. Barry exploded in orgasm. As he didn't
have a human body that needed to rest, he could come over and
over again. Barry thought he had died and gone to heaven. He was
so thankful Natalie had made his fantasy come true.
The two girls continued to pedal on. Barry listened to their
conversation. They talked about dating, school, parties, concerts
and other pretty typical college stuff. Barry began to find that
he hung on Anna's every word. She was not just incredibly sexy.
She was smart, and pretty funny too.
As they neared the end of the ride the two began to cool down at
an easy pace. Anna took her hands off the handlebars, clasped her
hands behind her head and arched her back in a long, luxurious
stretch. As she did the Barry's view from below of her firm, pert
tits in her sweat drenched white T-shirt was unbelievable. Barry
came again.
The two girls finished up the ride and stopped in front of the
dormitories and discussed their plans for the evening, "Nobody
goes to the bars on a Sunday night in the summer, and besides I
don't have a decent fake I.D." objected Cathy.
"We will." joked Anna. "Besides I know a cute bouncer at
McKinney's. He'll let us in."
Exchanging goodbyes, Anna grabbed the handlebars with one hand
and Barry with the other. He enjoyed looking up at her as she
guided the bike into the dorm. It was an incredible view as he
stared up at her from her waist. He felt very subservient to be
Anna's possession. He enjoyed that. He wasn't prepared for what
she did next, however. Anna suddenly hoisted her ten-speed by the
frame onto her shoulder as she carried her bike to her third
floor dorm room. Barry was positioned right next to Anna's face
as she marched up the stairs.
It was the first time he had seen this giantess beauty up close.
It felt remarkably intimate to be so close to her face. She was
gorgeous. She looked like a Greek goddess. Anna's determined big
brown eyes looked up as she climbed the stairs. A few stray hairs
glued to her soft, olive skin in sweat. She flashed her large,
white-toothed, flirty smile at two guys on the landing as she
ably and confidently took her bike off her shoulder and rolled it
down to her room. Anna unceremoniously placed her bike in her
closet. She grabbed her shower gear, some clothes and a towel and
headed to the shower.
Suddenly, Barry felt disconcerted. It was so warm and personal to
have been right next to her face. Previously he would have kissed
a woman who was that pretty and that close. They rarely objected.
Yet Anna didn't know "Barry" existed. He was just part of her
bike. Barry watched as Anna returned from her shower. She entered
the closet and grabbed a pair of faded jeans off the shelf.
Wearing only her a bra and white panties, Anna bent over to grab
a pair of white sneakers. While Barry enjoyed the view, Anna
turned out the light, exited and closed the closet door.
Chapter 3
Time is different when you are an object. You no longer measure
the passage of time by human needs. You are not hungry three
times a day. You don't have to go to the bathroom. You don't need
to sleep at night because you're tired and you don't need to get
up in the morning because you want coffee. The sun helps. If you
can see the sun you know it is at least daytime. If you can't see
the sun, or judge time some other way time virtually stops. Barry
found this out. He had no idea if he had been in the closet for
an hour or a week. Finally he heard a key enter a door.
Barry heard a stumble and then laughter. It was Anna. Instantly
the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol filled the dorm room.
Anna and her friends had been out drinking and dancing. She
fumbled around for the light.
The closet door flung open, and a perky red head in a mini skirt
reached for the mini-fridge next to Anna's ten-speed and said,
"Got any beer?"
She pulled out three bottles and handed them out. Anna sprawled
on her side on the bed. The red head sat on the desk chair. Cathy
opened a white fast food bag and passed out burritos. Barry sat
and watched the three girls eat burritos, drink beer and talk
about their night. He watched Anna closely. She was so confident
as she lay across the bed. She knew how hot she was. Her
confidence just made her sexier to Barry. He watched her mouth as
she ate. He watched her sexy lips. He wished he could kiss them.
The night ended and Anna's two guests left. "See you at six."
said Cathy.
Anna twisted back and forth as she pulled down her tight, faded
jeans. She threw them on the floor under Barry. Unhooking her bra
she threw that on the closet floor as well. In only her white
panties and socks, Barry was astonished at her beauty. As Anna
searched for a nightshirt he admired her 5'10' tanned, slender
but curvy body. Her breasts were even better than he had
imagined. Pencil erasers popped out from silver dollar nipples
that sat high on firm large breasts. Anna found an oversized T-
shirt out of a drawer. She pulled it over her head, turned out
the light, and stumbled into bed.
Barry watched Anna sleep. The silhouette of her figure even
looked sexy under covers. Anna snored. Barry thought it was cute.
With Anna in the room with him morning arrived quickly. There was
a knock at the door. Anna groggily climbed out of bed and opened
the door. Cathy waited to ride.
"Give me two minutes." Anna said. She stepped into the bathroom.
Soon Barry heard the unmistakable sound of pee. Anna flushed and
immediately started to get dressed.
She grabbed her green shorts out of the dirty laundry bag and
pulled them over her white panties. She stepped into her
sneakers, and snapped on her bra. Anna grabbed a tank top and
pulled it over her head and then pulled her dark mane into a
bungee. She grabbed the seat and handlebars of her bike and
started out the door. Anna's hands were almost the size of Barry.
It was almost frightening when this giantess goddess reached for
him.
Anna's warm soft hands and bright red nails touched his smooth
black leather surface. Her touch electrified Barry.
Once outside, Anna climbed on, stood and pedaled. Barry stared up
at her again transfixed her beauty. He waited in anticipation for
Anna to sit on him again. Finally, Anna lowered her butt onto
Barry. He was shocked by the pungency of her aroma. Not only had
she not changed her panties, but also she wore the green nylon
shorts from yesterday's sweaty ride. She had been out dancing and
drinking and had not showered.
Beautiful Anna reeked. She smelled of stale perspiration, faded
perfume, skanky pussy, cigarette smoke, and @!#$. Cathy led Anna
at a torrid pace. Anna was soon breathing hard and feeling the
effects of a night of drinking. Soon sweat stung Anna's eyes. Her
T-shirt hung heavy soaked in her sweat. The scent of her crotch
became even stronger. All the time Barry looked up in admiration.
He savored the experience with his every sense. He was where he
wanted to be.
After a half-hour at a tortured pace, Cathy relented and the two
rode together. As the two talked Anna complained about last
night's burrito.
"I think it's making me a little sick," Anna warned.
With that, Barry was subjected to something he had not
anticipated when he asked for his fantasy. Something he would
have never believed that such a pretty young girl would ever do,
let alone for fun. Anna farted. Then she laughed. Cathy laughed
too.
"I wonder if Sean would want to go down on me if I did this" and
Anna farted long, wet and loud.
Both girls giggled. Barry was grossed out. His face was pressed
into Anna's ass with his nose trapped just below. He felt her
@!#$ protrude and pucker each time she farted. He felt the
warm bubbles of gas vibrate her ass cheeks. They smelled
fiercely.
"I can on command, can you?" said Anna.
"Go!" replied Cathy.
Over and over Anna and Cathy exchanged beer and burrito farts and
laughter. For a split second Barry wondered if somehow Natalie
put them up to this. Nobody could accidentally be this
humiliating. Strangely enough, this cruel, humiliating domination
turned Barry on. He came hard as Anna sat on him and farted. His
view of Anna had changed. The image of Anna as a pristine, young,
innocent flower was fading. She was beautiful, funny, conceited
and deliciously twisted.
Chapter 4
Barry loved being under Anna's perfect ass. To feel, taste,
smell, see, and listen to this sexy, funny, young lady was like a
dream. Going out to bars, meeting some woman, and nailing her got
old after a while. Sure he could imagine being under her ass when
he went down on some woman, but it wasn't like this. And none of
those women were anything like Anna.
Weeks of daily riding went by. The ecstasy of a giant Anna
pedaling while sitting on his face never faded. Barry couldn't
wait to see her in the morning and longed for her at night. At
first Barry liked the fact that Anna was completely unaware of
his existence. She just acted natural, and Barry could admire her
nonchalant beauty and savor his fetish for her ass.
But Barry began to fall in love with Anna. He had never fallen in
love before. He had never understood why the women he had dated
had loved him, faults and all. Now he began to. Barry saw how
flirty and teasing Anna was. He saw how conceited she was. Still,
he was drawn to her uncontrollably. Barry wanted to act upon his
feelings. Sometimes he would try to talk or move. It was then
that Barry realized the prison of his fetish; Anna could sit on
his face but would never know that he exists. He was only an
object. An object cursed with human senses, feelings and
emotions. He could feel her tanned, sweaty thighs brush by him,
but he couldn't reach out and touch them.
He watched this beauty laugh, smile and flirt, but he couldn't
respond. Barry longed for a chance to kiss, hold and make love to
Anna. He thought back to Natalie. She had loved him. Perhaps she
would help him. Barry scanned for Natalie whenever they rode near
her apartment. He looked for her in the park. Barry even tried to
contact Natalie telepathically. But Natalie never responded.
One late summer morning Anna mounted Barry for her daily ride.
She traveled the familiar path from the dorm through the park.
Barry saw a couple on a bench locked in a deep passionate kiss.
The two groped each other and darted tongues deep into each
other's mouths. He thought about how he missed the chance kiss.
He thought about Natalie and wished she could hear him. The
couple broke apart from the embrace. Slowly, the girl turned and
looked over her shoulder directly at Barry. Slowly an evil smile
grew over her face. It was Natalie.
Natalie jumped up from the bench and attempted to flag down Anna.
"Hey, hold on a second." Said Natalie.
"What?" Asked Anna.
"It's your bike. I used to have one like it years ago. I loved
it. My father bought it for me just before he died. I've looked
for one like it for a long time. You wouldn't want to sell it,
would you?"
"I've had this bike for six years." Anna said. "It's okay, but
it's nothing special. How much would you offer?" Natalie asked.
"How about $500?"
Anna's eyes widened. "How much?"
"$500" replied Natalie.
"You're kidding." Said Anna.
"Will you sell it or not?"
"Sold!" Said Anna, climbing off the bike.
Anna walked her bike with Natalie and her boyfriend Steve to a
cash station. Natalie withdrew the cash and gave it to a shocked
Anna. Anna stared at the money and smiled.
"Enjoy the bike." Anna said as she quickly shoved the money in
her pocket and jogged away.
Chapter 5
Barry helplessly watched Anna's ass as she walked away. As
bittersweet as his fetish had turned out to be it was his fetish.
"Are you nuts?" Steve said. "That bike isn't worth $50."
"Oh wait and see," Natalie said. "I think you'll like almost as
much as I will."
Natalie and Steve walked her knew bike towards a secluded wooden
restroom.
"How could Natalie do this to me?" Barry thought. "She took what
I loved the most away from me. I thought Natalie loved me."
"I guess I just wanted you back." Barry looked up at the blond
slender giantess walking next to him. Her mouth wasn't moving.
Apparently they could hear each other's thoughts. "I want us to
make love just like before. Well, sort of." Natalie thought as
she stared at her new bicycle seat menacingly. "I also want to
experience your fetish with you. Now maybe you'll get to feel
like I did."
With that, Natalie wheeled her new bike into the woman's
bathroom. She ran out, grabbed Steve by the arm and playfully
said, "Come on in, nobody's around."
Realizing what she wanted Steve immediately became hard. The two
kissed deeply and began to tug each other's clothes off. She had
parked the bike in the doorway of a bathroom stall. Natalie
pushed Steve down onto a toilet, sat on his cock, and engulfed
the entire length of his shaft into her pussy in one motion.
"Geez, girl, slow down." Steve said.
"This is how I like it. Fast, hard and deep." Natalie said,
smiling coldly at her new bicycle.
Barry felt a twinge of jealousy. It seemed like just yesterday he
fucked that pussy. Natalie never enjoyed it with him like she did
with Steve. Natalie had changed too. She was in control. She had
become more like Barry. Steve merely sat while Natalie pleasured
herself with him. Barry noticed that Natalie now knew all about
sex. Strangely, something about watching Steve @!#$ his former
girlfriend turned Barry on.
Barry watched as Natalie bounced up and down on Steve's prick.
Looking in from the outside of the stall Barry saw Natalie's
mouth open partially and heard her breathing become frenzied. He
watched as Natalie bounced harder on Steve.
"I can't believe you're teasing me like this." Barry thought.
"Don't worry." Natalie assured, "You'll get another chance with
me."
"Thank god, you're going to change me back." Barry thought.
Distracted for a second, Natalie gave Barry a confused look. She
then laughed and returned to pumping Steve's cock in earnest.
Barry began to feel uneasy about the situation. Natalie threw her
head back. Her half closed eyes rolled back and she moaned
loudly. She reached into her crotch and teased her clit. Bucking
her hips hard Natalie came. She relaxed for a minute. Steve
moaned and started to move his dick inside of her.
"No honey, I want you to come in my ass."
Natalie stared directly at the hot pink ten-speed parked outside
the stall. She stood slightly and felt Steve's cock slip out of
her pussy. She repositioned herself, grabbed the front of the
toilet with one hand and Steve's cock with the other. She slowly
sat back onto Steve's pussy slicked cock. His prick pried open
her sweaty bunghole. After several gradually deepening thrusts
Steve's cock was soon deep into Natalie's ass.
Grunting hard, Natalie bounced on his dick like a pogo stick.
While her @!#$ gripped her lover's dick tightly, her teeth
clinched in a scowl. Natalie's cobalt eyes stared intently at
Barry. She panted in rhythm of the pounding her @!#$
receiving. Soon Steve could take no more. He grabbed Natalie's
hips, pushed them all the way down and frantically returned
Natalie's thrusts. Stream after stream of his warm semen shot
deep into her @!#$. Natalie smiled.
Steve withdrew from Natalie's @!#$. "Here, let me help you
clean up." Steve said as he offered Natalie some toilet paper.
"You're sweet but no thanks. I like the feel of a cummy crotch."
Natalie smiled as she looked at her new bike. She clenched her
sphincter muscles tightly. Natalie pulled her cotton panties up
followed by skintight cotton shorts.
"So tell me, why am I gonna like this bike almost as much as
you?" Steve asked.
"Because nothing makes me want to @!#$ again more than a vigorous
bike ride right after sex."
Natalie smiled. Her cobalt eyes pierced Barry. The two walked out
of the washroom.
Natalie kissed Steve and ordered, "Stay here. I'll be back for
round two in a few minutes."
Natalie walked next to Barry as she guided her new bike down the
path. Watching her @!#$ Steve had both driven Barry crazy and
made him incredibly horny. Barry stared up at her beautiful,
athletic ass as she walked. Natalie looked gorgeous. He longed to
feel, touch, taste and smell that perfect little butt.
"So you still have the ass fetish, huh Barry?"
He had forgotten that she could hear him think. Embarrassed,
reality hit Barry. "Please change me back, Nat. You've tortured
me enough."
"I tortured you? I loved you. I gave you your dream fantasy. What
did you give me? A broken heart. You didn't even know what your
own fantasy was. You fucked me every way a man can just to give
yourself some self esteem. You know why Barry? Because deep down
inside your fantasy is to be humiliated by a beautiful woman. So
you @!#$ 'em and leave 'em to make up for your own inadequacies.
Now you want me to change you back? So you can do it again? The
bad part is that I still love you Barry. You humiliated me. You
only wanted to dump your come into me. Well now it's my turn."
Natalie swung her leg over Barry. "No, don't." Barry screamed.
It was too late. Instantly Barry realized Natalie was right.
Repulsed by the situation Barry tried to squirm.
"You're a bicycle seat Barry, remember? You can't move." Natalie
laughed.
The humiliation was too much for Barry. He couldn't help himself.
Slowly Barry surrendered and experienced his favorite part of
Natalie. She felt different than Anna. Her pussy felt the same,
warm and soft, but he couldn't feel her @!#$. Instead of a
soft bump there was a concave divot.
Natalie gently pedaled her new bike. A vengeful smile came over
her face. Then she laughed. She relaxed her sphincter muscles and
pushed out her @!#$. Steve's come began to run out of
Natalie's crack. Natalie forced Barry to experience his
replacement's sperm. The unmistakable smell of come, @!#$ and
pussy filled Barry's senses. Soon the crotch of Natalie's shorts
became come-soaked. Barry became slippery in the mix of sex
juices. She purposely smeared her warm, soggy bottom side to side
into Barry.
"How does it feel honey? You dumped your come into me for six
months. Now it's my turn to dump my come on you."
Barry relaxed. His humiliation was complete. Barry had gone from
her stud lover to an object for her to sit on after fucking her
new, better lover. Strangely, this aroused Barry. He sniffed
Natalie's freshly fucked pussy and ripe @!#$. He felt the
warmth of her crotch and ass as she pedaled. Her thighs gently
brushed against him. He looked up at this blond giantess beauty
who towered above him. Barry began to come hard. Natalie reached
into her panties and scooped up some of the sticky mess. Her
enormous hand suddenly touched him and smeared some of the sticky
mess into him.
Natalie smiled. "I knew you'd like it."
THE END
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