Pedal Pumping Stories

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Mustang Cindy

by Scranton on Sep 3, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Cindy straddled the bucket seat of the '67 Mustang fastback she was in. She felt a deep connection with the car as it reminded her of a lover. The jet black interior matched the exterior, and its lines - hard on the front, then sloping sexily to the back of the car - were beautiful. The intoxicating mix of the thick musky scent of leather and a mild hint o...

Hippie Chick Ch. 02

by DaveDevlin on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

It was a warm, sunny day as Lorraine drove the beat-up camper on the quiet two-lane highway. The camper pulled a nice looking boat. There hadn't been another car for miles. She saw nothing out here but cattle grazing on rolling yellow hills, trees, streams, lakes, and lots of forest. Which was perfect. She escaped the crowded cities in search of this: solitu...

The Twilight Dragon Ch. 02

by roftlheory on Sep 14, 2017
NonHuman

I wake up alone, which would have been a normal day except for the fact that when I did, it was in a stranger's bed, and if my memory served me correctly, a dragon's lair. I shove the tangle of blankets away from my body and leap to my feet, feeling the soreness between my legs. I don't know where Duke is, but I am not going to let this opportunity pass by....

Bonnie with Biceps

by NiceGuyInVa on Sep 12, 2017
Fetish

Even though I am quite shy and self conscious about my body, I recently joined a gym for naturists. I guess my self consciousness partly comes from my skinny body, at 5'7" 125 pounds, but mostly it is because I have always been stared at, with whispers coming behind my back because of my extraordinarily large cock and dangling balls. It measures 8'1/2 inches...

Westworld Romance

by velvetpie on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

I straightened my suit jacket for what seemed to be the fiftieth time and tried to calm my pounding heart. The guard shack was directly ahead and my wobbly legs were propelling me towards it. I fingered the laminated pass, too nervous to look at it but knowing that all of my hopes and dreams lay within its little 2" x 4" frame. I would have one chance and th...

Nude Cyclist Ch. 01

by toninb on Aug 30, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Jason woke from a fitful sleep. He lay on his bed, mesmerized by the slowly rotating motion of the ceiling fan, it's gentle breeze just managing to take the edge off the stifling heat. He got out of bed and walked to kitchen to get a drink. He opened the fridge door and stood, naked, in front of the cool air. After pouring himself a drink of water, he op...

Learning to Ride a Bike

by TxRad on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Lucy was twenty-four and had never ridden a bike. "That's right Chuck, I can't ride a bike." Chuck was Lucy's coworker, best friend, and sometimes lover. At the moment, they were lounging by the pool at the apartment complex they both lived in. "I thought everyone learned to ride as a child," Chuck said as he rolled his head to the left to look at his best...

The Birthday Gift

by jerrisgirlboo on Sep 15, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

My shiny Vette At age 27, I was hardily considered an old maid. In fact, you could say that my life was just beginning. My name is Jerri, I am truly special in every way. At 6'2", I am hardily what you would consider petite. However, I was blessed in other ways. I weigh in around 125, my girlfriends are so jealous, I have a models slender body with all the...

A Coming of Age

by soleful on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

Sally worked for my parents as domestic help. I always found myself drawn to her. She was unusually tall at an even 6 feet. Her features were quite attractive but she always dressed in plain clothes with no makeup with her hair tied in a severe bun. Did I mention that Sally also belonged to my parents? She was a robot, which were common domestic companions i...

The Freeway

by aquarius0131 on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I was cruising along in my car with all my windows down because it was finally warm enough. There wasn't much traffic and Summer of '69 by John Cougar Mellencamp was blasting on my radio when I pulled up alongside this little red sportster. Her windows were down too, but I couldn't tell if any music was blaring or not nor did I care. What I could tell was...