We Are Loving Bisexuals And They Are Living Bicycles - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

hey there buckaroos. i will go on record as saying i am partial to way of VALENTINES DAY. most (maybe all) major holidays at this point have evolved into massive rumbling corporations drivin by devils to sell as much PRODUCT AND CONTENT as possible, so i cannot really call out valentines day for this way because it is true of them all. i still enjoy holidays on a personal level regardless, moved by the way we have these SPECIFIC DAYS where everyone agrees to come together and celebrate something unique and particular. this strange agreed upon way reminds me of some giant subconscious performance art project flowing through everything and that is pretty cool

but VALENTINES DAY in particular is close to my heart because i am BIG ON LOVE as you have probably noticed. also big on pounding, and so i admire that everyone has just kind of come together and said 'you know what lets make today about love'

anyway valentines day has not yet arrived but in preparing for this time i have trotted out new audiobook for BISEXUALLY BANGED BY THOSE HEART CANDIES WITH ROMANTIC MESSAGES THAT TASTE KINDA BAD BUT I STILL CAN'T STOP EATING a story that you patreon buckaroos already have right here.

so i thought 'what tingler can we revisit to mark this occasion? maybe something with a couple who has a nice erotic adventure?'

then like a FLASH OF LIGHTENING i was struck by the perfect tingler for this exciting moment. please enjoy classic tingler WE ARE LOVING BISEXUALS AND THEY ARE LIVING BICYCLES

Melissa and Jeff are a happily married couple looking for a way to bring more of the great outdoors into their lives. While discussing their options over dinner, they grab the attention of another couple, living bicycles by the name of Trinta and Bendo, who quickly invite them out for a ride.

Now these two couples are embarking on a journey up the mountainside, but the real journey lies in the erotic tension that begins to blossom between these new, same-sex bicycle and rider pairings. Soon enough, the group is experiencing a full swap of bisexual mountain bike passion, learning there’s really nothing like a good, hard bike ride.

This erotic tale is 4,000 words of sizzling human on bisexual living bicycle action.

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WE ARE LOVING BISEXUALS AND THEY ARE LIVING BICYCLES

By Chuck Tingle

There are a lot of ways to stay fit and active, and it usually takes some time to figure out what works for you. While the gym can be a very direct and useful approach to personal health, it’s also not usually the most enjoyable place to spend your time, staring at the wall while your ears are flooded with a series of grunts and groans and the clanging chimes of metal slamming into metal.

Sure, it’s easier to get the job done when this is all that you have to focus on, but my husband and I need something more when it comes to our exercise routine: we need to get outside.

For a while I tried joining a few of the local sports leagues. It was a lot of fun, and we made plenty of friends in the process, but running up and down an open field still didn’t have that outdoor connection that we craved. Certainly, every soccer pitch and baseball diamond we used was blessed with fresh air and shining sun above, but there was little correlation to nature other than that.

When my seasons ended, I never got around to rejoining the teams, and yet that craving for the great outdoors was still there lurking within me.

“What about hiking?” my husband, Jeff, asks as we sit across from one another at the restaurant, discussing the future of our workout routines over a nice candlelit dinner.

I shake my head and let out a long sigh. “It’s a good idea, it really is, but it takes too long. I can’t spend my whole day trekking up a mountainside for two hours and then coming down for two more.”

“You’re looking for nature, though,” Jeff reminds me.

“I’m looking for everything,” I reply. “Something outside, something medium to high impact, something I can do every day that won’t take up that much time.”

My husband starts to laugh. “I don’t know if this magic activity exists.”

“And you’re fine just hanging out in a sweaty gym all day?” I question.

Jeff shakes his head. “I’d love to get outside more, but… for now the gym works. Don’t get me wrong, I’m right there with you, Melissa, but it’s all I’ve got.”

Suddenly, at the table next to us, two figures lean over. I glance to my left and see these other diners are not human at all, but beautifully sculpted mountain bikes. There’s a man and a woman, both of them equally well crafted with all the bells and whistles. You can tell they take good care of themselves, but despite this fact there’s still a little mud and dirt up under their tires, giving them both a sense of rugged charm.

“Sorry to interrupt but we couldn’t help overhear,” one of the bicycles offers. “I’m Bendo Greems and this is my wife, Trinta Greems.”

The other bicycle waves and smiles.

“Nice to meet you,” I reply. My husband nods as well.

“I was just wondering if you’ve tried mountain biking,” Bendo continues. “I know hiking can take a long time, but mountain biking is slightly faster thanks to your speed on the way back down. It’s a great way of getting outside, too.”
 “We were just in the canyon this morning,” Trinta chimes in. “Absolutely beautiful up there right now. All the flowers are blooming. It was a great little vacation away from this city life, at least for an hour.”
 The second the beautiful living bicycle says this I blurt out with a stab of laugher, much louder than I intended it and instantly drawing the attention of this entire restaurant. It’s only then that I fully realize Trinta hadn’t been going for a strong punchline, she was just talking with enthusiasm.

My husband glances over at me awkwardly, then the conversation resumes. Still, I can’t help wonder why I did that. What is it that makes me so anxious and eager to impress this beautiful bicycle?

“I’m guessing you two bike a lot?” my husband replies, breaking the tension.

The bikes nod in unison.

“What gave it away?” Trinta offers with a smile.

“We’re up there on the trails Monday through Friday,” Bendo explains. “Honestly, it’s a serious workout but it doesn’t feel like it. The second you start seeing those trees and feeling that fresh air you forget what you’re doing. It’s very meditative. And when you get back home you’ve still got a your whole day ahead of you.”

Jeff nods, clearly liking what he’s hearing and appreciating the advice. “That sounds like exactly the kind of thing I’m looking for,” my husband replies. “Only problem is we don’t have any mountain bikes.”

Trinta and Bendo exchange glances with one another, then turn back to us. “Well, you know, you’ve got two new bicycle friends that might be willing to give you a ride,” Trinta states playfully.

The offer is so generous that, at first, I’m not entirely sure what she’s trying to say. I quickly scroll though my mind in search of who she might be referring to, and when I finally realize she’s talking about herself, my eyes go wide.

“Oh! Wow!” I blurt. “Really?”
 “Sure!” Trinta continues generously. “We’re going up tomorrow morning. If you two are available then we’d love for you to come along.”
 “That’s not gonna… slow you down?” I question. “We’re a lot of extra weight to haul up the side of a mountain.”

“Well, you’re not just gonna sit there are you?” counters Bendo, jumping in. “You’ve gotta pedal if you want to get your exercise.”
 Now it’s time for me and Jeff to exchange glances, my husband unable to keep the smile from creeping its way across his face. We’ve always been pretty adventurous, and this is just the kind of moment that we revel in saying yes to.

“Sounds like a plan,” Jeff replies.

We arrive at the trailhead a half hour early and find that the two bicycles have already beaten us here, squirting oil into their chains and pumping up their tires with air for the ride to come.

I drive up and park, then hop out of the car to greet them. “I can’t believe you beat us here. You said seven!”

“Seven for you, six for us,” Trinta says. “Looks like you’re even more punctual than expected, though.”

“Hey, we’re just excited to get up in the canyon,” I reply, a twinkle in my eye.

Trinta seems to notice this, and for a brief moment the two of us lock eyes with one another. We remain completely silent, but our gazes send more than enough information back and forth than any words ever could. It’s a strange and powerful feeling, one that I’m accustomed to feeling with my husband, but in this particularly case it also feels fresh and new.

“You wanna ride me today?” Trinta questions.

I just stare at her blankly. “What?” is all I can think to say.

“You wanna ride me, or my husband?” Trinta repeats. “We’re the same size, so it’s no problem if you’d prefer to take him up to the top.”
 “Oh, no. That’s fine,” I stammer, suddenly realizing what she’s saying. “I’d love to ride you.”

“Good,” Trinta replies with a playful wink.

The tension between us has built to a breaking point, and suddenly I find myself incredibly uncomfortable. I’m a married woman after all, and despite the fact that I’m openly bisexual, this same-sex muscle is not something that I’m used to flexing.

Making my escape, I turn to check in on my husband, but the second I do I stop in my tracks. Jeff is currently hard at work massaging oil into Bendo’s chain, the bicycle overturned in the dirt as the two of them share this startlingly intimate moment. There’s definitely a connection between them, and although I’m not sure I can compare it to what I’m feeling with Trinta, I certainly wouldn’t be surprised if things ended up that way.

“They’re cute,” Trinta offers, rolling up next to me.

“Yeah,” is all I can think to say.

Eventually, the guys finish up with their preparations and Bendo returns to his upright position. My husband and I climb up onto our respective bicycles and the next thing I know we are cruising along a single-track dirt path into the canyon.

Almost immediately, I find myself flooded with a sense of peace and tranquility. It’s been unbearably hot lately, but out here the air is cool and fresh, still covered in shadows of the morning while the sky above awakens with a glorious light blue tint. There are birds chirping happily, singing their songs to the steady pump of our pedals and the crunch of soft dirt below our tires.

We ride in silence for a very long time, simply enjoying this moment and getting in touch with the landscape around us. Finally, however, Trinta speaks.

“It’s nice up here, right?” I beautiful bicycle questions.

I nod. “It’s incredible. Much better than the gym.”
 “I agree, and it’s a good workout, too,” she continues.

I laugh. “It doesn’t feel like too much work.”

“That’s because we make a great team,” the sentient bicycle explains. “We’ve got a good rhythm together. We’re in sync.”

I can’t help but find myself drawn in by her words, sensing a potent weight to them that’s difficult to ignore. I’ve been trying to hold it together as our bodies press tight, but the erotic tension finally gets the best of me. The next thing I know, I find myself getting slightly aroused, and this only serves to pick up the flood of emotions even more.

With every passing movement of my knees and legs, I can feel my pussy starting to ache, the sensation blossoming out across me with a gradually building momentum. This position on the bike hits me injust the right way, and despite my best efforts to squirm away from it, it’s no use.

Of course, I could always slow down and stop, make up some excuse about why I can’t push on until I give myself a slight break, but that would require calling out to my husband and Bendo, who are now quite a few yards ahead of us on the trail. I’m trying to act natural, not cause a scene.

“You okay up there?” Trinta questions suddenly, noticing the way that I’m readjusting on her seat.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I assure her.

“Seat okay?” she continues.

I nod. “It’s just… hitting me in an awkward way.”

Suddenly, the living bicyle’s eyes go wide as she realizes what I’m saying. “Oh, I’m sorry. We can stop and readjust for a moment.”
 I can feel our pace begin to slow.

“No, no,” I blurt. “It’s really fine. I don’t mind at all.”

We return to our normal pace as Trinta glances back at me, eyeing me with a face of deep curiosity.

This whole trip the tension between my living bicycle and I had been obvious, but we’d still been able to play it off as I bit of mischievous fun. Now, there’s no denying its there, and with the erotic venom that currently flows through my veins, it’s getting harder and harder to not push even deeper into it.

A slight sigh escapes my lips, immediately pulling me back into reality. I realize now that my eyes had been closed, relying on the bike’s navigation to carry me forward without tumbling off the path. Now, however, my expression is one of complete and utter embarrassment.

“You sure you’re okay up there?” Trinta questions.

I take a deep breath and let it out, realizing that there’s no use in trying to deny this blooming attraction. “Oh, fine… it just feels really nice.”
 “Well, it feels really good having you on me,” my beautiful bicycle offers in return.

“Really?” I ask, my mind suddenly wrapped up in a million questions of bike anatomy.

“Not like that,” Trinta clarifies, “but I do like riding with you. You’re super sexy. Your husband is really hot, too.”

“Oh, thanks,” I stammer, flushing red with embarrassment.

Suddenly, the trail turns off onto a beautiful bluff, the canyon opening up to reveal that our slight climb has gradually brought us to a majestic peak overlooking the landscape below. We ride over to the edge where Jeff and Bendo are resting, the two of them gazing out at this glorious view in silence.

I hop off Trinta and stroll over to my handsome husband, throwing my arms around him and kissing him on the cheek. “You having a good ride, baby?” I question.

“Hell yes,” Jeff informs me, pulling me close.

As the two of us cuddle up together as our bikes roll away, sharing a moment of our own.

“Can I admit something to you?” I finally begin once the living vehicles are out of earshot.

“Of course,” Jeff replies, pulling back slightly as he looks down at me with concern.

“I think my bike is hitting on me,” I admit.

“Oh,” is all that my husband says, not at all surprised. “And?”

“And I think I’m hitting on her, too,” I continue.

Jeff’s reaction is not quite as alarmed as I expected. In fact, he seems strangely validated in the moment, grinning slightly in a calm told-you-so kind of way.

“Why don’t you seem upset, or even shocked?” I ask.

“Well, I’m not upset because I’m not the jealous type, and we’re not exactly strict with our monogamy. We’ve had a few threesomes in our time,” Jeff reminds me. “I don’t mind that you’re flirting with another woman.”

“That’s… very sweet,” I reply.

“The other reason I’m not surprised is that Bendo was exactly the same with me,” my husband continues.

Now it’s my turn to be shocked, my eyes going wide at the revelation. “Whoa, I didn’t realize.”

“Sounds like we’re both having a pretty good ride,” Jeff continues with a slight chuckle.

I glance back over at the living bicycles, who are having a similar talk on the other side of this lookout. I can’t help but wonder what it is they’re discussing over there, if they’re enjoying the view or if they’ve found themselves in a similar deep discussion.

“They’re both super hot,” I admit to my husband.

“Agreed,” he replies as I turn back to him.

Despite the fact that Jeff has only given up a single word of agreeance, his expression tells a much more detailed story. I can tell he’s been struck by a deep and powerful yearning , a desire to explore these exciting feelings even more and take them to their natural conclusion. As I’ve said before, neither of us is the type to shy away from adventure, and right now adventure is certainly knocking.

I realize suddenly just how hard my heart is slamming within my chest. My husband and I lock eyes, neither one of us sure how to say what we’re both clearly thinking.

Finally, Jeff makes his first move. “Do you want to fuck her?” he asks, the words falling out of his mouth with a direct and blunt thud.

My first instinct is to deny the truth and to keep denying it, to shake my head as forcefully as I can and shut this whole thing down. But that’s not really what I want.

“Yes,” I finally muster up the courage to say, trembling now. “Do you want to fuck him?”

My husband nods.

As strange as it sounds, this moment between us is breathtakingly intimate. Despite the fact that we’re talking about intimacy with other people, or bikes in this particular case, it feels as though we’re participating in this togetheras a loving couple. I feel a deep and powerful connection to my husband, and more than anything I’m excited for him to explore this part of himself. I can tell that he feels the same way about me.

“Any ground rules?” I question.

Jeff shakes his head. “Not unless you’ve got any.”

I try my best to really consider the question, to make sure I won’t have any regrets after this train leaves the station. As deep as I search through my mind, however, there’s nothing that comes up, nothing that scares me about the potential encounter to come. In fact, the only thing I feel right now is excitement.

“Nope,” I reply.

My husband and I turn and head back to the living bicycles, who roll towards us with a strangely knowing look in their eyes. It feels as though everyone has been picking up on the same vibrations, the unspoken erotic tension even more powerful than I originally thought.

“Ready to keep riding?” Trinta questions.

“Yeah,” I offer with a slight smile.

“There’s another viewpoint just three miles farther,” she explains.

I shake my head. “I don’t mean that kind of ride.”
 The four of us sit in silence for a moment.

“Do you want to fuck?” I finally question, taking charge of the moment.

“You mean… all of us?” Trinta asks.

“We can all be here on the bluff together,” I reply, “but I was thinking the focus could be me and you, and my husband and Bendo.”
 “That’s kinda funny,” the beautiful bicycle offers in return. “We were thinking the same thing.”

The next thing I know, the bikes are rolling towards us. My husband and I frantically begin to strip away our clothing, tossing fabric to the side as we reveal our toned, nude bodies to the fresh morning air.

The bikes pop up onto their back wheels in unison, rolling up so we can kiss them passionately from the standing position. My husband and I can’t seem to tear our eyes away from each other at first, but slowly our exciting new lovers begin to draw our gaze.

Soon enough, I’m completely locked in with the beautiful bike before me, exploring her perfectly crafted form with my hands and working my way down towards her waist. Soon enough, I’m hovering directly above her beautiful bicycle pussy, teasing her.

“Please,” Trinta begs. “I need it.”
 I wait a little longer and then finally have mercy, slipping my hand down across her clit and gently beginning to run my fingers is circles across her most sensitive area.

A satisfied groan escapes the bicycle’s throat as she reels from the sensation, clearly enjoying herself. To my right, I can hear the guys moaning as well, their hands wrapped tight around one another’s cocks as they continue to make out.

I’m suddenly hit with yet another surge of arousal, anxious to take this to the next level. Soon enough, I’m dropping to my knees before Trinta, gazing up at her with a hungry look in my eyes while she continues to balance on one wheel. I don’t hesitate for a second, diving in with my tongue and lapping away at the gorgeous bicycle pussy. I begin to drag my tongue slowly across her clit, watching as her body begins to tremble.

Trinta and me quickly fall into a rhythm with one another, her body rocking in time with the movements of my tongue. She’s whimpering louder and louder, lost in this powerful moment of erotic pleasure.

Meanwhile, my husband and his new bicycle lover are working on a similar timeline. I glance over to see that Jeff’s on his knees as well, diligently sucking off the muscular bicycle who stands above him. The two of them look absolutely incredible, the raw pleasure the courses through their veins unlike anything I’ve ever seen.

Trinta’s whimpering soon begins to escalate, growing louder and louder as I continue to orally service her. Eventually, I slip my fingers within her pussy, which makes her moan even more, the sounds now transforming into a series of repetitive words.

“Just like that, just like that,” the bike begins to murmur over and over again, completely lost in the moment. With every passing round her voice grows louder until, eventually, she’s screaming out at the top of her lungs. “Just like that! Just like that!”

I continue to work her until suddenly, Trinta erupts in a fit of orgasm, throwing her head back and letting out a frantic scream that echoes down through the canyon around us. Her hips pump hard against my face as her muscles contract around my fingers, carried away on a wave of carnal bliss.

When the living bike finally finishes she rolls back and returns to her two wheels, struggling to collect herself after such a potent orgasm. Fortunately, the climax doesn’t seem to have tuckered her out at all, and with a newfound fire in her eyes Trinta rolls towards me.

The living bike pushes me so I’m lying on my back, rolling forward until she’s hovering directly before my aching pussy. From here, I get a perfect view of the scene as it unfolds around me, watching as my husband sucks off his handsome lover.

Trinta begins to lap away at my pussy, starting slowly as she tickles my clit with her tongue. I place my hands on the top of her wheel, taking a position of power and then pulling her even closer to me.

Behind, I can see my husband has pushed things even farther. Now he’s on all fours and Bendo has rolled around behind him, the living bicycle popped up over the top of Jeff’s body and shoving his cock deep within my husband’s ass. Jeff is gripping tight onto the ground before him, reeling from the potent sensation of this handsome bicycle hammering away at his butthole.

We lock eyes and I give my husband and encouraging wink, completely in awe of him as we share this powerful moment as a couple.

“Take that bicycle dick!” I call out encouragingly.

Before me, Trinta has picked up speed. Now she’s swirling her tongue around my clit with frantic enthusiasm, working me expertly as the sensation of pleasure flood across my body. It starts deep down in the pit of my stomach, a strange and mighty ache for release that grows larger and larger until, eventually, it’s looming high above.

The beautiful bicycle could make me cum at and second, yet she refuses to push me over the edge. Instead, she forces me to hover here, just barely teasing the point of no return then quickly pulling back before the erotic flood can sweep me away.

“Fuck, I wanna cum so bad,” I groan, biting my lip. “That feels so fucking good.”
 My husband has reached down between his legs and is frantically beating off his hanging cock now, joining me as we hurtle towards the end of our journey together.

Second’s later, Jeff and Bendo stop what they’re doing, whispering something to one another in hushed voices.  Bendo reaches down and grabs my husband by the waist, picking him up and rolling him over to me. Now we’re right next to one another as Jeff continues to take his anal plowing from behind.

My husband reaches out and takes my hand in his, locking eyes with me.

“Are you ready?” he questions.

I nod as Trinta finally pushes me over the edge. Suddenly, and eruption of pleasure blasts across my body like a volcano of sexual bliss, releasing every bit of tension that I’d still been hanging onto. I let out a frantic scream as I climax hard, then listen in awe as my husband joins in with cries of his own. Next comes Bendo, who pushes deep into Jeff’s ass and expels a hot payload of milky bike spunk within, filling his butt to the brim.

When the gang finally finishes we collapse into a twisted heap of bikes and humans, panting hard as we catch our breath. I feel absolutely incredible, and as my gaze lands on my husband, I feel closer to him than I ever have before.

“That was amazing,” I gush.

“Pretty good workout, huh?” Trinta chimes in.

“I think so,” I reply. “How about another ride next week? I think this would be a really nice addition to our routine.”