My father bought me a new bicycle for my journey's to and from college. During the colder Spring months we've just had, I wore trousers. Recently with the warmer weather I wanted to wear skirts, but the seat wasn't correct for me, so I had my father alter it
Riding out to college six weeks ago wearing a knee length flowing skirt, I hit a pot hole in the road and a number of things happened. Firstly the seat moved upwards, I was forced up and then landed on the narrow pointed end of the seat. My skirt had flipped up at the at back and as I landed back onto the seat, it inserted straight through my knickers and on up into my pussy. My skirt flopped back down and to all intents and purposes as I moved forwards, nothing had changed.
Fully seated in a way with my pussy impaled on the bicycle seat, lots of cars drove past me. And not wanting to show any them my predicament, I carried on pedaling. In doing so I began to fuck myself on the seat.
I swear I genuinely was going to alter what had happened further up the road, where I knew it cut by some waste ground. But the more I pedaled, the more it began to feel amazing. By the time I reached the waste ground, I was very nearly having an orgasm. Using the road as a kind of vibrating system, I free wheeled for a short distance pushing my pussy harder onto the seat, and had the most wonderful of climaxes.
Stopping and lifting off the seat. I let myself calm down and was going to adjust the seat. But I figured what the hell, I wanted to try it our again. Propping the bicycle up, I quickly removed my knickers and then sat back onto the bike, knowing the seat would slide straight up into my wet pussy.
Knowing it was going to happen, I was able to move myself so it inserted further into me by pushing down on the rear of the seat. Then I set off for college. It was such a thrilling ride in every sense, not only feeling the seat fucking my hole, but also cycling past people walking and in their cars whilst having sex with my bike.
Reaching the college gates, I'd just recovered from yet another orgasm when a friend of mine stopped me. She said I looked flushed, to which I replied "You would if you'd just cycled up that hill". I made out I'd come to college the longer way round, not wanting to tell her my seat was still very firmly inserted up my dripping pussy.
These last six weeks I've cycled every day, and every day I've had some fun along the way. Either having the seat massage my clit, having it so it fucks my pussy, or like last week, I let my arsehole take the pointed end. It hurt at first, but I soon got past that and enjoyed a very very exhilarating ride back from college. I even begun to ride my bicycle for fun around the country lanes where I live.
If it wasn't for that pothole I would never have discovered just how horny a bike ride could be. Now I thank the local council every day, for being so poor in their road maintenance.