Riding the Lakefront Part 2

The event that actually changed my life began when I needed to piss about 6:30pm while on my bikeride. Tightfitting bike shorts were worn because of the padding in the ass area. But had I worn a pair of shorts with a zipper, none of this would have happened. Had I not worn a zippered tight biker shirt with my 48D tits showing, this might not have happened. But, it also was extremely hot and to be zipped up would have been ridiculous. 95 degrees, humid...typical August summer late afternoon/evening. Even at the gym, my bra was soaked. Sweat pouring forth. So, letting some air on the tits while riding seemed natural. Yes, I had a bra on while riding but a very skimpy bra as I enjoyed letting the twins out for air sometimes in public and few people ever rode the south side to actually get much viewing of my tits so I felt pretty comfortable doing so. The tits seemed to get some attention from a faction of people I was totally unaware of watching me. Yes, I went by parked cars but seldom gave them a thought.

The lesson I was learned and would continue to learn is...be aware of your surroundings and who is around. My need to piss cost me a lot...right at that time...being fucked and pissed on. But the cost would become much greater for me in the future. These guys held me at a total disadvantage. They knew me, my routine, days I rode, times I rode, and what I looked like. I couldn't identify them if my life depended on it. I never saw their faces. I am guessing one was white and one was black and they were about 25 but they both could have been white; both could have been black. What I DO know is...they both had very hard, thick, long cocks and didn't use any lube. They simply jammed and slammed my raw gurl pussy hole. They more than filled it. Yes, I had been fucked before but more with a little TLC and lube. Never just taking it deep and wide with little regard to the sensitive/tender tissue. What I do know is, they must drink alot as well because they pissed a hell of a lot. What I do know is they have my ID, my home address, my phone number, and other information I have for ID in case of an accident. I DON'T carry it for this purpose. Now, they had all that information as well. They also took pictures of their handiwork.