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sticking up out of the seat, so lewd and evil looking. It was spongy and soft when I squeezed it and tight fitting on the seat post. I noticed that the black insulation showed through the latex, giving it a dark tone along its shaft. Other than the pink corona, it looked exactly, like Johnstons penis! Memories of that night flooded back into my brain as I studied my creation. It was about the same thickness and nearly as long as Johnstons and crazy notions of fulfillment raced through my head. Of course, I immediately named it "Johnston" then raced back upstairs to get the KY. After I spread lots of goop all over the monster, I whipped off my bicycle shorts, shoved the mouth of the tube into my pussy and squeezed a big blob of lubricant into my vulva. I feverishly spread more all over my labia. My thighs quivered in anticipation as I stepped up onto the pedals!
Standing straight legged on the pedals, I inched my bottom backwards until I felt the slippery latex corona brush between my bare buttocks. I pumped my hips back and forth slightly so the big fat knob would split me open. When I figured I was ready, I moved my hips back and looked down at it. It looked every bit as disgustingly evil as the last time I saw it. I recalled some of those same insane thoughts I conjured up on our first meeting, combined that with my passion for Johnston then let my mind wallow in the mire of my invented lust. Id rub back and forth against it then stare at it over and over, reveling in my evil notions.
It was my intention just to tease my vulva but my quivering thighs gave out on me and I went into a free fall down on the post. In a split second, it seared right up through my entire vagina and stopped only when my crotch slammed down hard on the seat! Afraid to even breathe, I sat motionless and waited for the pain to rush through me. After four heartbeats, no real pain ripped through me. My crotch and bum tingled from their hard landing but my pussy just felt hot and strangely smug about being split and impaled on my evil Johnston post.
I lifted up and off then carefully got off the exercise bike. I wiped my fingers through my slit then checked them for blood. No blood! I looked up and down the shining wet condom but again, no trace of blood. Thank God for KY jelly! Satisfied I hadnt damaged it, my pussys throbbing immediately told me it was empty and wanted to play again. Carefully I squatted down on the seat again. The second launch was much slower and I felt every inch of Johnstons corona plunge up into me. I wiggled my hips a little as I sat and immediately felt the rigidity of its steel core. I wiggled back
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and forth to loosen myself up. Upon hearing the usual rude slurping noises emanating from my pussy, I carefully began to pump the pedals.
Standing up on the pedals, I pumped hard, as one does while bicycling up steep hills. That produced a rhythmic bobbing action in my hips. That motion resulted in a gloriously smooth, seven inch long thrust up and down the dildo. Between Louises locket flopping my clit around and my big spongy Johnston plunging away at my pussy with each and every pump of the pedals, I was sure Id found heaven.
Following my routine, I went next door to Louises to water her plants. Sitting at her computer, I smugly contemplated what had assuredly been the most superlative week of depravity and self-indulged sexual gratification in the history of the world! I thought briefly about going to church to seek forgiveness or enrolling in therapy for sexually obsessed sluts like me. Last week, however, had certainly been a new awakening in my sexuality so Im forgiving myself all my sins by blaming Louise for my addictions. I was a good little wife and mother until I met up with her. Im wondering if theres a chat room on the Internet for fallen women. Oh lookie here, A Valentines Day message pour moi!
With great anticipation I read:
"Oh Laura, I need you so badly. Ive just returned from the funeral parlor after making the arrangements. Theres a terrible winter storm raging outside and my brother is unsure if our cousins from Gaspe will be able to get here for Mothers burial.
It will be a few weeks before everything is settled here so Ill bring you a pretty little Valentine present you can touch and taste before the end of the month. I love you so much that just the thought of you makes me quiver!
Dougs birthday began exactly as I anticipated. The hype and advertising for the Stanley Cup had been increasing for days and he was primed for Sundays game. I was reminiscing about New Years days events. Memories of lust and desire, excitement and disappointment began to fill my mind. I took stock of the years activities and found myself amazed at the depravity I had experienced in these few short months. Being Sunday morning, I decided to repent and come to grips with my sins. I tried my best all morning to ignore all of my nagging clits pleas for attention by putting all my energy into my turkey dinner. At supper Doug ate and ate with gusto, not slowing down until he devoured a second big slice of chocolate cake.
The game played on but after about half an hour of fast moving action, he got out of his chair, stretched and said he needed to get a little exercise. He said he still felt stuffed and could use a little fresh air. I was finishing off the dishes about ten minutes later when the phone rang. It was Doug. He said he
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