Summit Victory

Let's take a quick look at the overall situation: We have a blonde, extremely delicately built woman on a turquoise Bianchi Infinito CV: thru-axle system, disc brakes, internal hydraulic cable routing, carbon frame. Speaking of frame: As already mentioned, the Lady's chassis also has excellent values: 174 cm tall, 60 kilos light, 95-66-102. Her pulse is currently only 120 beats. That will change as this story progresses - and not just because cycling training will become more intensive...

16.24 kilometers have been covered when the climb begins. A quick sip from the bottle, then shifted into a gear that allows for upward reserves. The climb will be almost 10 kilometers long and have an average gradient of 6.6%. The athlete - she is in her late 30s - plans to be at the summit in about an hour.

This much can be revealed: She will be on a summit beforehand - but this does not mean a topographical event. More of a sexual one. However, she will not reach the mountain top today. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's focus again on the here and now. Bridget - that's the name of our study subject - not only attaches importance to the highest quality when choosing her mobile vehicle. Her Castelli triathlon one-piece is anthracite grey and shimmers seductively in the bright sun of this summer morning. Graphic elements in dark hibiscus on the upper body, hips and legs emphasize the woman's curves. It's worth looking twice at these: these shapes are delicate, see above. We're not just dealing with skin and bones, but with well-proportioned, sensual, juicy female flesh. The highlights are certainly the woman's magnificent breasts, the narrow waist and her curvy hips. A body that is not only perfect for long bike tours. It doesn't take much imagination to imagine that this body is perfect for sex in all types imaginable.

This leads us to the woman's lips. She is wearing subtle make-up, even during endurance sports. Bridget is a woman who leaves nothing to chance. The lipstick is hibiscus coloured, as are the fingernails. Unfortunately, Oakley heliostat sports glasses prevent us from seeing her eyes. This much can be said with certainty: despite the sporting activity, she looks relaxed. It's okay to exert yourself when cycling, but it's not okay to be overly exhausted. That's Bridget's credo. She only exhausts herself during sex, her favourite sport.

Let us now take a look into the pretty head of the ambitious athlete. What is Bridget thinking right now? Her mind is set on sex. Because Bridget is not only an ambitious cyclist, but also an extremely ambitious fucker: on Monday she had sex with Nate, her husband. Extensive sex, even celebrated BDSM sex, including spanking and a magic wand treatment for her pleasure cleft. No wonder the woman's ass hurt a little this morning as she swung herself onto the mercilessly hard sports saddle. On Wednesday she had an appointment with Timo, the car mechanic. He did not subject the car to a performance test, but rather his customer. Timo was extremely satisfied, the sex was spontaneous, intense and short. A quickie, you could say. And yesterday, Friday, Bridget had her lover Dimitri as a guest in her penthouse. Dimitri didn't have to lift a finger to get Bridget wet: a man of the world, wealthy, passionate. Well-groomed appearance, well-groomed manners, magnificent tail. All the ladies reading these lines know what we're talking about...

This were too many men, even for Bridget. So today she's going on the bike. To repent? Yes, there might be something to that. For enjoyment? Yes, that is also true. Cycling itself doesn't trigger happy hormones in Bridget. The shower afterwards and the nap on the terrace were very comfortable. Maybe she cycles out of vanity? Direct hit! Bridget was vain. A lot. She loves to turn men's heads with her appearance! She has a high IQ anyway, but her 95-66-102 needs some care. Cycling is just the thing!

What Bridget doesn't know at kilometer 20.85 is the fact that she would have sex with not three, but five men that week. Given her open relationship with Nate, this isn't a problem on moral grounds. However, she won't be able to curb her sex addiction with her consumption of men.

Dear readers will now justifiably ask themselves, who are men number four and number five? After all, it's Saturday morning and the week is almost over.

Numbers 4 and 5 are called Erik and Ben. The two have just completed kilometer 23.2. They're sweating and panting, the climb is taking its toll on them - even though they only manage an average speed of just over 7 km/h. The reason for this is not that they are unsporting - on the contrary. But neither of them is an endurance athlete. Erik and Ben are two really big guys. Muscle men, if you will. Guys who lift weights and mostly just do strength training. Every now and then, on the weekend, the two of them meet up to do a little endurance sport. Endurance sports are difficult for such strong boys. Because it is quite strenuous to keep these mountains of muscles moving for a long time by running, cycling or swimming.

Bridget's trained eye recognizes the two cycling male delicacies from afar: strong legs, cute butts, broad shoulders. Bridget also notices that she is getting closer to the two guys very quickly. What she doesn't notice is the slight increase in her speed: Sexual curiosity apparently gives wings...

At kilometer 24.4 Bridget has almost caught up with them. The men's muscles work, their lungs breathe heavily. Bridget, on the other hand, is light on her feet: high cadence, moderate pulse. Now Bridget slows down a little so she can admire the two aesthetic men's bodies at work. When she has seen enough, she starts to overtake. We are at kilometer 25.1.

“Where did you hide your electric motor?” asks Erik, panting, after admiring the long legs of the woman driving by, her wonderful ass in a tight cycling dress and her blonde hair.

“Told you that the view on this route is brilliant!” Ben says to Erik and grins with a tormented grin. The first thing Ben noticed was the woman's deliciously packaged breasts.

Bridget grins. She's not surprised that she can't drive past the two men without hearing a few quick jokes. Of course that's fine with her, she loves flirting.

“Why are you so slow? You look pretty sporty!” Bridget teases the two men. She is now level with the two of them and acts as if she were looking them over carefully from top to bottom.

At this point, dear readers, we realize that Bridget is about to break her resolutions. Shouldn't cycling be a compensation for her excessive consumption of men? And what is she doing now? She's flirting. And whether she likes it or not, she is imagining what a menage e trois with these men could look like: arm muscles as thick as tree trunks, super-compact abs. The two of them would be able to lift her into any position imaginable, with playful ease. And she would be flirtatious, provocative, signalling her availability. First Erik's cock and then Ben's? Or the other way around? Or both at the same time? Bridget sighs as she makes it out of her sexual fantasy and back into reality. She has just completed kilometer 27.

“Why don’t you keep driving instead of saying stupid things!?” says Erik in a friendly but firm manner. Bridget grins. “Offended vanity, how cute!” Now she starts to sway, briefly increases her cadence and sits down in front of the two men. They think that Bridget would now humiliate them and leave them in a few moments. Instead, after her short sprint, Bridget adjusts her pace back to that of the men. Her rear wheel ends a few inches in front of Erik's front wheel.

Erik can't believe how good this woman's bottom looks. The thin, grey cycling jersey hides no detail - this woman is in such good shape! Her brown lower legs shine.

“I can’t stand this!” he murmurs. But that murmur, dear reader, was louder than Erik had intended. Bridget hears it loud and clear.

“What can’t you stand anymore?” she calls back curiously. For a moment she thinks Erik actually has a problem - a health related problem, for example.

“I can’t stand this prospect! What else!” gasps Erik. Bridget understands immediately. She shifts her weight to her right ass cheek and demonstratively lifts the left part of her buttocks. Then she slaps herself on the ass. “Not bad, right?” she asks in a naive voice.

Eric sighed. “Could you please stop doing that? That’s distracting!”

Then Ben speaks up from the back: “If you can’t stand the sight of a pretty woman, then we can swap positions!” “All right!” replies Erik, panting. Swap positions. Bridget can't help thinking about something completely different...

“What do you actually want from us?” Ben asks a few moments later. The view in Bridget's slipstream - if it even exists at barely 8 km/h - is actually spectacular.

“I thought I would motivate you a little. You look like you could use a little motivation!” Bridget falls back again and is now cycling next to Erik and Ben again.

The threesome is now approaching kilometer 29. Bridget knows the route. And she knows that kilometer 29 is crucial. At this point there is a junction: if you keep to the right, you go up to the mountain peak. However, if you take the narrow road on the left, you end up at a small alpine lake. The path to the mountain summit is the path of virtue: there are still many kilometers and meters of altitude waiting for our group of three. Some painful climbs, a lot of bends. The circulation would be trained, as would endurance and the ability to suffer. This right path stood for self-mortification and overcoming.

The left path, however, was the complete opposite. The best way to find out the reasons for this is to take another look into Bridget's mind. Bridget daydreams: She arrives at this lake with the men in tow. Nobody else is here. No wonder. The lake is small, is off the beaten tourist path, is too high and very cold at this time of day and year. Perfect for refreshing yourself after a strenuous bike ride. In her mind's eye, Bridget sees herself getting off the bike and unzipping her sportswear. Breasts glistening with sweat would spill into the light of day and the men's eyes would pop out of their heads. In the next moment, now completely naked, she would carefully step into the water. The men would – quite rightly – interpret this as an invitation to have sex. Bridget sees these two model muscle boys in front of her, with greedy eyes and hugely erect cocks. Then she would take Erik on her lap, or Ben, and they would do it, completely unrestrained and persistent.

Bridget gasps. The first time during this bike tour. “Everything okay?” asked Ben.

“Yes, everything is fine. I'm currently thinking about whether we should take a detour to the lake. What do you think, boys?”

“A lake? Never heard of it before…” says Ben. The conversation falls silent. The two guys can hardly keep up with Bridget's pace, which makes it difficult to talk.

Kilometer 28. Bridget will soon have to make a decision. Should she stay on the right path or decide for sex at the mountain lake?

Kilometers 28.2. No, not today! Would Bridget be well-behaved today? She was here to do a workout. She has had three men this week, THREE! Wasn't that really enough?! Why is she so insatiable? Today she would prove it to herself and give up temptation.

Kilometers 28.4. Shit! Bridget really wants sex now! Why did she have such a strong tendency towards vice and excess? Let yourself go, give in to the impulse! A good fuck never hurt anyone, right?

Kilometers 28.6. The intersection appears ahead. Bridget's head is pounding. Between her legs anyway. Now a decision has to be made: get to the summit! And without the two gorgeous guys in tow! This way she would get her speed average back up again...

Kilometers 28.8. Bridget feels her good intentions evaporate. A superhuman force pulls her towards the path to the lake - there is no escape. She needs something between her legs, something thick, plump, juicy, pulsating, thrusting. The faster, the better.

Kilometer 29. Ben asks where they are going now. "Wasn't the path to the summit the right one?

“It's going to the lake, weren't you paying attention?”, explains Erik. “Maybe the lady up front has a little surprise for us?” Erik is a clever guy. He suspects what her training partner is after...

“If you have a big surprise for me…?” Bridget suggests clearly and ambiguously. The guilty conscience is long gone, now the anticipation of what is to come prevails. Two more kilometers. There is a small bay there. And it lies in the sun in the morning.

After a few minutes, the threesome reached their destination. When she sees the exhausted men, Bridget begins to have doubts: Is there anything left for her to get?! Erik seems to be able to read her thoughts:

“Just a moment, then we’ll take care of you!”, he explains in a much stronger voice. Bridget takes off her helmet and frees her long hair. Then she opens her jumpsuit and gives the men a look at her cleavage. Now she takes off her cycling outfit and announces: “Triathlon! For us, swimming is the second discipline!” The third discipline is fucking. She no longer needs to explain this any further. The men don't ask either. Bridget is already standing on the bank and checking her toe in the water. It's warmer than expected, thanks to climate change. But still delicately fresh.

When Bridget turns to the men, she sees a promising sight. They both look even tastier without their cycling clothes. And Ben already has a huge Big Ben...

Dear reader! Should we now leave the three of them to their instinctive actions? Should we stop our participant observation?

I just see that we have to hurry up with our decision. Erik is now also in the water. Bridget can't wait any longer. She swims towards Ben and wraps her long legs around the man's hips. The water reaches the men just below their six-pack abs. The buoyancy magically lifts Bridget onto Ben's lap. It's a good thing that he has already deployed his huge anchor hook.

“Ooops!” Bridget giggles as she takes in Ben’s erection.

Erik is now pursuing his own evil plans. He has pushed himself up to Bridget from behind and is pressing his cock against her wet bottom. Then he greedily reaches under her shoulders and onto her breasts.

“Do you actually fuck everything you come across while doing sports?” he whispers in Bridget’s ear.

“Not everything, I’m picky!” Bridget replies, panting.

“I bet you’re just as good at spreading your legs as you are at cycling!” Erik doesn’t let up.

“I have a lot more practice spreading my legs!”, Bridget provokes the man. Multi-tasking is a little difficult for her right now: What should she enjoy more? Erik's Dirty Talk or Ben's Mighty Big Ben?

Then Ben speaks up: “Can we continue on land? The icy water hurts!”

Ben isn't complaining, the cold water is really a pain. It's so icy that the muscles cramp and everything feels paralyzed. “Agreed!” Bridget squeezes out.

The moss is dry and warm. Erik's cock is wet and cold. Popsicle, Bridget thinks and shoves the treat down her throat. It doesn't taste like lime; it tastes like a hot man. Bridget's favourite flavour...

Ben pushes his cock into Bridget's pussy from behind. “Horny bitch!”, he moans and starts thrusting. Bridget gives herself to the two men. Stunned, but as if through a haze of lust, she takes note of Ben's extremely high fuck frequency. His cadence on the bike was rather moderate, but when he has a woman in front of his hips, he rams like a jackhammer. Bridget is satisfied and turns her attention to her lip and tongue play. She won't let Erik escape, that is for sure.

So, 60 kilos of Bridget is currently dealing with 207 kilos of male muscle mass. An extreme gender ratio, right? Before we leave this menage e trois to its sensual activities, it's worth taking another look at the vital signs. Bridget now has a pulse of 155, her highest value for this sporty morning. Your oxygen saturation leaves something to be desired. No wonder, with a cock almost the size of a cucumber in her throat, it's hard to breathe. Her pussy is very full - well filled by Ben's erection, which still doesn't let up.

Erik is more comfortable. He lies relaxed on his back and admires the woman's full lips and her skilful finger play. His 132 heart beats per minute are almost in the green zone. The situation with Ben is completely different. His pulse has reached absurd levels. The 190 beats per minute of his heart fuel his greedily throbbing cock. He has long been in the anaerobic range. Will he hold out until Bridget climaxes? He will now have to show a little stamina. Because Bridget is really well on her way in terms of fun, but she's not quite at the summit yet.

Then Erik remembers that he could also pamper Bridget's back door... Is there a shortcut to the summit? Ben doesn't think twice...

At this point we stop our voyeuristic activities. We already have an idea of how things will end. Bridget gets what she wants once again...