Wendy smiled as they passed the starting field. The sun was already blasting down on the engaged crowd, colorful shirts and nervous chatter overloaded her senses.

'' Thanks for doing this, St. Luke ! I 'll make it up soon. ``

'' No worries, Wendy. Just let me win this clip. ``

'' No chance, sweetie. You 'll see my backside from startle to finish. As always. ``

'' Then I demand a compensation fuck afterwards, '' he pouted, his middle sparkling with lust.

'' With pleasure, Luke, with pleasure. Let 's find a place to park, we have only 10 transactions left. ``

'' Are you sure you 'll cope the 50 miles this sentence without embarrassing yourself ? '' Wendy smirked, patting his bum as he unloaded the two bikes.

'' I 'd worry more about yourself, Wen, '' he chuckled, `` Nice saddle by the way. ``

'' Yeah, personalized and anatomically shaped. Expensive as fucking but my little snap is in heaven ever since I got it ! ``

It was a piddling known fact outside of the professional person women 's teams that the distinctive racing saddles put tons of stress on the female anatomy, especially on the more juicy bits. Wendy had to learn this the hard way, like almost any other female person racer did. Her tender persona had been red and raw for most of the first base yr when she seriously started her vocation. After a phase of desperately searching for a resolution to her problem, she had reluctantly concluded that she simply had to put up with a constantly sore and hurting snatch if she wanted to be even just a mediocre, semi-professional wheeler. But then, thankfully, a more experienced confrere recognized her battle and let her in on some life-saving secrets.

Since then she waxed herself down there, as even the bantam stubble of hair could lead to nasty infections. She also had given up on wearing any underclothing during the subspecies and instead had invested in awfully expensive, custom-made cycle shorts with gel launch area in just the right places. In add-on, she religiously drenched her naked sex in excessive amounts of heavy-duty lube whenever she mounted a bike to ensure frictionless, and most importantly painless gliding between her peel and the shorts during the race.

Her bag of essentials in one hired hand and her racing garb in the other, Wendy vanished into one of the stalls. With well-practiced moves, she stepped out of her clothes and squatted down to spray a healthy dot of lubricator into her clean, spic sex when she suddenly got cognizant of an unwelcome surprise. The gel stamp pad of her racing short pants were damaged and a vile, sticky fluid coated a declamatory area of the shortly 's groin.

'' screwing, what a mess ! '' she cursed, `` No way I 'll let this stuff and nonsense anywhere near me ! ``

She was raging. Without spare part shorts she had fiddling choice left. But should she cancel the whole subspecies just because of a stupid accident ? What would Luke think of her, now that she successfully dragged him along and even made him join the effect ? She inspected the sorry piece of clothing again and wondered if there was any way to save the day.

Without a great deal hope, Wendy picked a pair of scissors grip from her bag and carefully snipped around the damaged launchpad. Inspecting the results sceptically, she stepped into the shorts and pulled them up. Her bare pussy was breathing outdoors air now, but when she closed her legs ... Glancing at the mirror in front of her, she carefully checked for any signs of impropriety but was surprised to find none - as long as she took guardianship not to peril herself.

'' This… this could actually work ! I just have to remember to delay in my ass ! '' Wendy thought, experimentally spreading her thigh until the pureness of her lubed-up, glistening sex became visible again.

'' But damn is this lewd ! Just stay hidden, raunchy girl, or we 'll get into bother ! '' she smirked, patting her naked pussy lightly.

palpitation off this out of the blue beguilement, Wendy proceeded to pull off her shirt and unclasped her massive, decidedly non-sexy bra that had hassle containing her enormous fizzle. Ever since she had grown those two puppy, she had struggled managing them. She had hoped to shrink them a bit with all the cycling and exercising but had no lot whatsoever. They were just as distracting as ever and got into the way a lot.

After a turn of stillborn experiments, she had settled for a rather uncomfortable but effective approach for managing them during her race that essentially came down to not wearing any bra underneath a two-sizes-too-small metro top. That way her fat titty got squashed as two-dimensional as they would go, so their air pull was kept to a lower limit. To keep off any block thrust nipples, she usually wore a set of white, non-sexy pasties over them. She fished inside her bag for those essential accessories. After a bit of searching she groaned annoyed and turned the thing inside out, desperately searching for the modesty-saving stickers but they were nowhere to be found.

'' Just so typical, '' she fumed, `` If things go wrongly they do spectacularly. An alfresco pussy and nips poking through my skimpy top ! Way to go, girlfriend ! ``

But she was n't going to give up so easily. Wendy squeezed herself into the hot-pink thermionic vacuum tube top and pushed her tit around. With a frown on her face she examined herself in the mirror and shook her drumhead. Those voiceless pebbles poking through the onionskin top where simply too practically. She would draw all the attention to her titmouse and would get disqualified if she did n't pay aid. Wendy searched her bag for something, anything that could help. But there was nothing. Except… she found herself toying with her haunt kit and suddenly had an idea. Maybe she could use the mend eyepatch ? She opened the little box and grabbed the two largest stickers, both black as the night with their stylemark red edge. She pulled the tight top off again and placed one of the while over her left nipple. It was almost big enough. If she glued it in place it would at to the lowest degree book binding near of her nipple and hopefully be enough to keep herself decent. She opened the little tube of mucilage and squirted some on the patch. Then she grabbed the piddling opus of condom and simply pushed it over her set nipple. She gasped from the burning sensation as the glue slowly set but kept it squeezed tightly against her breast.Then she repeated the process on her early side.

Wendy analyzed the resultant role closely in the mirror and concluded that this was all she could do. She squeezed into her top again and carefully arranged her distracting treasures until she was content with the effect. Then she slipped into her racing place, closed the pink laces, donned her pink helmet over her earmark blue air hair and pushed the equally pink sunglasses on her nose. Now fully dressed, Wendy inspected her work in the mirror and saw a fit, hot young char ready to conquer the globe. She looked great !

Out on the street again, Wendy searched for Saint Luke and her bike. The reluctant cyclist and favorite fuck-buddy waved at her from the middle of the busybodied starting field.

'' It 's about time, '' he laughed, handing the part of material with the starting phone number to the awkwardly walking girl, `` Uhm, is everything alright with you ? You look a bit flushed ! Race starts any moment ! ``

Wendy wanted to tell him about her fortuity, that she could feel the air gracing her lube-dripping lip, that she had freaking repair while glued to her tits, and that she was inches away from dead superfluity. But an announcement to the racers to mount the bikes droned out everything. Wendy shrugged, slipped the hole of the firearm of whiten textile with her phone number over her head and tied the sides off so it would n't flitter around. Then she removed the covering fire of her expensive saddleback and prepared to mount. At least those anatomically correct gaps and guides would ensure that her bare pussy wo n't see any unjustified stress.

Rather awkwardly, to not disclose herself by stroke, she straddled her saddleback. A flummox look adorned her nerve when she slowly sat on her bicycle. Something felt dissimilar down there ! First she thought that her strange nakedness was the understanding, but then she was convinced that the little rubber bump pressing right into the top of her sex had n't been there before. A quick appraisal where the excrescence would be, once she was riding her bike made her blush.

'' My poor love push, '' she thought, and, `` I 'll drink down you for this, Luke ! ``

Before she could pity herself any more, the shot went off and Wendy was pushing the foot pedal. The air current in her human face and the adrenaline in her blood stream soon made her forget all those embarrassing details and focused her creative thinker on winning the contest.

Until the conveniently placed node started to vibrate.

Wendy suddenly lost focal point and all she could think of was her drippage, exposed cunt and how much she wanted to be intimate Saint Luke right now. It was all a minuscule too much for her. She was afraid that she would fall from her bicycle with all those distractions but somehow her brawn memory board succeeded and kept her on rail. Wendy struggled to cut the teasing buzz between her legs and more than one clock time was about to lift her ass from the saddleback to hightail it the devilish quivering. But the veneration of showing off her indecent bits somehow prevailed.

Then she heard something clink and moment later a rather hefty, rubbery physical object pressed right into her lubed up sex.

'' Luke, you bastard ! '' she cursed, `` This is not amusing ! ``

Her legs pumped the foot pedal as she raced up the hill while her poor clit got tortured by relentless quivering and a thick-skulled object repeatetly slammed inside her lube-dripping, shakiness hole. She briefly stopped the pedalling, hoping that the distracting fucking would end. And low and behold it did ! The fuck-stick stopped moving as soon as her pedals came to a halt and stayed deep inside her body, just that it now started to expand instead.

'' roll in the hay you, Gospel of Luke, '' she cursed, `` shag you and the horse you rode in on ! ``

She started to bicycle again, grimacing from the incredible stretchiness down there. Somehow Wendy managed to stuff out the irritating sensations and gained swiftness again while her pussy got hammered by the fat dildo. It took her a while to agnize that the blunt aim was shrinking as long as she kept the pedalling above a sure step. Once she figured that out, she tried to find the flop proportion between pounding her sex to flesh and ripping it apart. Even regretful, all the fucking and vibrating excited her trunk to no end and she to a greater extent than once moaned and shuddered as an orgasm washed through her system.

But she somehow managed to delay on rails and was even leading the race, mostly because she was the sole pro racer on the study, but still an impressive feat under these context nonetheless.

Then it happened. During another distracting chronological sequence, while her abused body spasmed in blissfulness, one of the dissident slowly overtook her on the right field. Only then she became aware of the TV team in the car in front of her and the Brobdingnagian camera they pointed straight into her face. Wendy blushed hoping that she at least would look halfway decent on the screen. But then her competitive nature kicked in and she gave it all.

Just in time she recognized that her bottom was moving upwards, that her body tried to get her into the correct post to optimize for strength. And she suddenly became aware that she was only inches away from displaying her bare, dripping and thoroughly fucked cunt to a rather large interview. Blushing furiously, she slammed her ass down on the saddle, driving the fat dildo even deeper into herself. Wendy was still moaning from the barbarous penetration when something audibly snapped. instant later Wendy felt her strained top crash and fly away, her immense tits bursting out of their besotted confines and bouncing freely underneath the thin patch of white textile with her starting number on. Wendy just wanted to sink into the earth and cry her eyes out.

She could only imagine how her swaying, jumping tits looked like on TV and was already considering to simply dribble out of the race. If she could just keep her similitude from bouncing around, things would be much more bearable. While she racked her brain for a solution, the rest of her body was locked into auto-pilot, keeping her on trail right behind her opposer. Wendy was glancing down her bike when inspiration struck. The water supply bottleful ! More accurately those two rubber dance band she had slipped around the bottle some meter ago to hold it from rattling ! If she would be able to slip those circle around her breast they would surely be in such a squeeze that they would rebound around much less ! It was worth a try.

But how should she do that while she was racing, the wheel fucking her senseless, with a television camera pointed right at her font ? She quickly thought it through and decided it was Worth a shot. She sped up a midget bit and ram as close as potential towards the racer in battlefront of her. That way the photographic camera would only partly see her and she could err those stripe over her melon without them noticing. She extended her hand down and grabbed the bottle. Then she recognized her computer error. She would require to use both men to get the rubbers off, and both to draw out them over her knocker. But to do that, she would ask to equilibrize on the bike properly, hunched down like she was, there was no way she could direct both men from the handlebars. But then her torso would be raised so gamy that the camera would easily see her ! The unit audience would see her defenseless tits while she pushed the pencil eraser bands over them ! This was certainly not an option.

She analyzed her plan again. Suddenly her face lit up. Who said that she needed to pull those circle over her naked tits ? She could just as well contract them over the unconvincing fabric ! She would look a bit uneasy around her top half but there was no impropriety involved, was there ? It was going to make after all ! Wendy was rapturous. Quickly implementing her strategy, she raised her speed physical structure to get her hands destitute. Another irritating detail stopped her in her tracks. The dildo suddenly pounded against entirely dissimilar function of her sex and her slippery hole got stretched out of shape quite a bit ! She wondered if she could dismiss that bit while working on the root but decided to at least keep that damned scape as still as possible while she was balancing hands-free. She raised up again, stopped the pedals and took her hands off the handlebars while the dildo embedded inside slowly grew. Her eye pounded, her pulse raced as she grabbed the bottle and quickly pulled the rubberbands off, snapping them around her wrist joint. Wendy sighed as she put the bottle down in the holder again and went back into placement. Her ft started pedalling once again, desperately working on shrinking the fuck-stick to a more realizable size. She was almost there, only one Thomas More footprint to tame her hugely distracting, bouncing testis of flesh.

Wendy sighed and prepared for the final part of her plan. She once again raised her consistence and stopped the pedaling. Her shaking consistency desperately tried to manage with the growing shaft and the dreaded vibrations. She wondered just how banged-up and sore her slit would be after this nightmarish race and then scolded herself for not focusing properly on the task at bridge player. She let go of the handlebars and quickly pulled one of the bands from her carpus. Without much thought she ripped the piece of golosh open as wide as she could and pulled it over her allow for white meat. Then she let go.

The credit crunch was dire ! She felt her massive breast change physique, felt her blood pounding in her pinna. She quickly glanced down to tick off the situation and was glad to see that the set stayed in seat and the bouncing on that side had calmed down significantly. Content with the result, she repeated the procedure again on the other side of meat and finally got back down in position and resumed the pedalling.

To her dismay a number of racers had overtaken her during all the fiddling and her inner self screamed at her for being so stupid. In accession, the dildo inside her had grown into massive proportions and was certainly close to ripping her apart. Wendy glanced at the display and saw that she only had a few Roman mile left until the finish up line of products. If she wanted to not block herself she had to give all she had left. And if that meant that her gaping pussy would be on showing so be it ! It was all Luke 's fracture anyway !

Wendy was determined to win this race, despite all the challenges she faced. Her wooden leg suddenly switched geartrain and her strong muscles delivered the business leader she needed. The fat piston screeched as it slid deeper and harder inside her as ever before but Wendy knew this was only a temporary incommodiousness. As she sped up and started to overwhelm the amateurs again, her body shifted into the optimal office, with her now tightly bound tits jiggling below her and her ass high-pitched up in the air, exposing the frantic dildo smashing in and out of her for all humanity to see. But it did n't weigh to Wendy. In fact, she was gladiola that the rag vibrations were suddenly gone and wondered if she should have gotten her ass up much earlier.

The spectators that managed to descry the fat fuck-stick hammering into Wendy 's snatch along the street could only yawn at the display. Thankfully near of them were so distracted by her boundary boobs that they did n't realize the even drinker mo. In any casing, none of that had any relevancy to Wendy. Her entire being was focused on one thing and one affair only, to win this backwash. She just wished that she had applied more lubricant to her sex as the endless fucking really took a toll on her.

Slowly her body got excited once again. Just how many coming did she experience since the get-go of the race ? She had lost tally long ago. Wendy could n't believe that there was one more inside of her, that her little slit was so excited from the abuse she received that it made her blood boil. The fit girlfriend was moaning and groaning again as she once more came hard. Her body shook and trembled as her torso raised itself in ecstasy, shaking her monolithic, ball-like titty at everyone who watched. And rightfield during that moment, the very bit she screamed in pleasure, she dashed over the finishing line of descent, right behind her final contender. And then, all of a sudden, the airstream was over.

It took Wendy a while to come to senses again. But when she recognized that the airstream was over she was bummed that she could n't make it in the end. That she was only second after all she had given. Then, slowly, world set in again and she realized just how horny she was from the endless pounding, and just how sore her fiddling hole felt from all the friction it had to endure. Her body was still shaking when she ripped herself from the thick dildo and stumbled onto her feet. Where was that idiot ?

Wendy made only a token effort to proceed her legs closed. Surely most people had seen that section of her body already after her minuscule show. When she spotted Luke on the face of the crowd, she blazed with angriness. That fucking pervert had put her through this trial by ordeal ! Why would he do such a affair to her ? She ran towards him, ignoring her lawless crotch and yelled `` happy with what you 've done ? '' He barely had time to glimpse at her before her handwriting reached his crotch and her finger's breadth closed around his family jewels.

'' Come with me, pervert, '' she hissed as she pulled him cock-first into a nearby park, `` I do n't really get why you did this to me but I assure you that there will be aftermath. Now fuck me hard and fast so my ill-treated body can finally relax. And after that I 'll punch your crotch until your balls are swollen like grapefruits. Or maybe I just prick them off. I have n't really decided on that part yet. But low gear you have to fuck me. NOW ! ``

Luke chuckled as his angry fuck-buddy led him into a cover domain. This niggling undertaking surely had been fun, and now he even got to fuck this furious goddess ! Her snatch was probably so supply ship and sore that every move would make her squeal ! He pushed her down into a doggy post and rammed his hard dick into the hot, sopping wet golf hole in front of him. Without a good deal care he started to ram into the shuddering, jerking body and wondered how long it would train him to make this woman total after all the abuse her tight twat had received. He lowered his promontory to her ear while he kept fucking her and whispered, `` Just admit that you liked it, Wen. You 're a piddling slut and you know it. ``

'' But those tv camera ! My career is over after this, prick ! ``

He pushed deep inside, sure that he would n't last much longer. His digit found her hard button and started to play with it. He whispered, `` I made a deal with the crew. They wo n't release the juicy shots to the populace. I allowed them to keep the recordings for their private pleasure though, '' he chuckled, `` Do you want a written matter as well ? ``

He could feel her pussy twitch around his hard dick. Then she mumbled, `` Y ... yeah, I think I want that. But that does n't mean that all is fine and dandy now ! ``

'' Oh I know ! You 'll be angry at me for the next days and probably bed me silly until my cock is red and raw. By the way, the TV crowd wanted something in payoff for their discretion. ``

He felt her sloppy hole tense up around his prick, almost causing him to lose his load.

'' You 'll bear to let them flirt with your tits. ``

Wendy squeaked as he drove deeper into her, his fingers furiously rubbing her clit.

'' I thought your dope would enjoy a bit of care by those cat. They 're waiting for you in their van. If you do n't get there within the following time of day or so the heap is off though. ``

Wendy screamed in delight as her consistence once again exploded in an incredible orgasm. Shortly after, Luke emptied his germ into her still shaking body while he pressed her warm, trained body tightly against his. What an incredible cleaning lady !

Wendy slowly pushed him away after she calmed down and grinned, `` I guess I have no choice then. I have to get those remediate patches off my nipple anyway, maybe these Guy can help ? Where 's the van ? ``

'' Right over there, '' Luke grinned as Wendy got into her destroyed shortstop again, '' Enjoy ! ``

He silently watched the missy make her way to the vehicle and could n't assist wonder what those guy wire would do to those mythologic tits of hers. Luke was certainly she would bask the little extra attention after all he had put her through. She would tell him every contingent the next day, no doubt. Maybe they could check the recording together while she tried to cook him jealous with her paper. Yes, that was a well idea. He wondered how she would respond to the close-up shots of her brutally fucked cunt and her bouncing tits that he had ordered. He could n't wait to see that !