This is a story that goes with some pics we took with a guy from AMM that we have on our profile. We used to love fucking to themes and turning them into amateur porn. Here is how it goes.

SLUTTI PUMPED UP

Miss Slutti has packed carefully for her sunny Sunday jaunt on her bicycle. She hates it if she arrives at her picnic spot to find she has left something behind. She has a checklist as follows:

1... Cool and pretty cotton dress. (Skip the bra)
2... Bottle of wine. (A nice chilled rose').
3... A book to read. (Something light but fun.)
4... Fresh white panties. (In case of a fall from her bike and a trip to hospital where she meets a nice nurse?)
5... Condoms. (In case of a fall from her bike and a trip to hospital where she meets a nice doctor?)

Once at her chosen place for the afternoon, she sets out her picnic blanket, pours herself a glass of wine and lets her book fall open where it will. Miss Slutti's favourite read is a very naughty old work titled ‘Eveline- The Amorous Adventures of a Victorian Lady' by ‘Anonymous'. It is the ‘unexpurgated' edition! Miss Slutti Pants is soon lost in the chapter where Eveline is riding her horse upon the Chalk Downs, in the company of her father's stable hand. She reads Eveline's words:

‘Jim handed me down. We stood between the horses. "Pull it out Jim. I want to see it again." The groom needed no coaxing. He unbuttoned and let out his monstrous limb, throbbing with desire and instantly erect.'

Miss Slutti's own hand slipped down the front of her white cotton undies. Her fingers started doing slow circles over her clitoris. The circles became faster and more firm as she read on.

As Eveline's moment with the stablehand reached its climax, so does Miss Slutti, and while the girl in the story went on immediately to another sexual adventure, our heroine on the picnic rug, wine glass fallen from her hands, falls herself into a deep satisfied sleep.

A sleep in which she had a dream...

Actually, more a nightmare in which she discovers that the tyre of her bicycle has mysteriously become flat! Furthermore, she dreams that all her careful packing has been to no avail, for while she has condoms in three sizes, (big, huge and monstrous) ... she has no tyre pump!

Fortunately, as is often the case in Miss Slutti's dreams, a Knight in shining Lycra is not far away, careening down the very same lonely bush track which she herself has so recently ridden, and playing manfully on his gorgeous red charger.

He comes skidding to a halt, right in front of our maiden in distress and her disabled two wheeler. He is Mountain Bike Man!

Bicycle riding Slutti is saved!!!!!!

Mountain Bike Man wasted no time in showing Slutti he had just the tool she needed. "Fear not my lady. I will soon have you mounted!" he cries as he sets about doing his duty. "Oh Mountain Bike Man ... how can I ever repay you?" she returns.

And as so often has happened in her dreams, when the Sluttstress has been reading books and drinking wine before falling asleep, one terrible part of her nightmare leads to another, and soon again as always before during these sexual night terrors, she is being forced almost to perform fellatio on her hero.

But then, Miss Slutti's dream takes an odd turn.

Always in other erotic sleep fantasies of this kind, after the licking and sucking bits, and after the part where she rolls on the condom for a good fucking, but just before the cock actually goes in her .... she has always frustratingly and annoyingly woken up!

Not this time.

"What a strange dream I am having?" Miss Pants thinks as she leans over her pushie to get it from behind. "His cock feels so real! I can almost feel him in me?"

Slutti's odd and disturbing dream eventually cums to a most satisfying end all over her chest. What a very odd dream it had been for her ... first to feel deflated, and then to be elated at being saved, before being pumped up, and then finally pumped on! After having tossed and turned on her picnic blanket for what had seemed an hour (but was of course just a few moments) her sleep musings leave her, and she falls back into peaceful slumber.

It is the sleep of an innocent!

Mis Slutti sleeps on for some more time, but the cooling air across her barely clad body eventually wakes her. She repacks her pannier for the pedal home. But as she is about to set off she remembers a dream she had. Something about a flat tyre? She checks her tyre but it is fully inflated? Then she notices something ... the valve cap is off and there is an empty condom packet!

Suddenly the rest of her dream comes flooding back!