"Miss, help me suck on this part. Yes, suck it even harder…"

In order to help me regain my ability to get my manhood up, Wendy Dyer, the beautiful young woman before me, is currently crouching before me while doing her best to suck on my willy as hard as she can.

Wendy is my cycling instructor. She has accidentally crashed into my crotch due to an accident. That's why she's anxiously helping me regain my ability to get it hard.

The thing is, I can already feel the way her mouth is wrapped around my length. Right now, I'm enjoying how tight her mouth is.

What I don't expect is that… Wendy's actions have caused my manhood to react to her…

My name was Joey Herring, and though I was already well into my 30s, I still couldn't ride a bike.

Recently, I stumbled upon an ad online. A college student was offering bike lessons for extra cash.

In the photo was an alluring, beautiful young woman perched on a bicycle, her long, slender legs drawing the eye.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I booked a session. Before I knew it, the weekend rolled around, and she showed up at the park we had arranged to meet at.

"Hi there. Wendy Dyer's the name, and I'll be teaching you how to ride a bike."

Her pretty face looked just like the one in the photo.

The cycling outfit she wore hugged every curve so tightly that even the area between her legs was clearly defined. Her bust was especially prominent. They were like two balloons testing the limits of her cycling jersey.

My brain completely short-circuited from the sheer sight of her.

I hadn't been with a woman for years, so because of how deprived I was, seeing someone so attractive and captivating standing right next to me was enough to cause something to stir within me.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Joey Herring. Let's get started."

As I shook her hand, all I could think about was how soft and smooth her skin was.

Reluctantly, I let go, and she began teaching me how to ride a bike. "So just put your feet on the pedals, hold the handlebars tight, and keep your eyes forward for now. I'll be right next to you to hold you steady."

I got on the bike, but since I had zero experience, I toppled over the moment I got on.

Wendy tried to hold me up from the side. Alas, her small frame just wasn't up to the task. With a thud, I fell right on top of her.

Half my shoulder bore down on her incredibly supple, springy bust, practically flattening it.

The sensation was so soft and euphoric that my body instantly betrayed me, making my arousal impossible to hide.

"Hey, you're crushing me! Get up, quick!"

She squirmed under me, but I couldn't get up right away because of the bike weighing me down.

Flustered, she parted her legs to try to kick the bike aside, but the lower half of my body ended up slipping right between them.

By sheer coincidence, the bulge in my pants slotted perfectly into the dip in between her legs. She blushed instantly, eyes fixed on me in shock.

Feeling awkward, I scratched my head. "S-Sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen."

Instead of getting mad, she looked surprised and even a little impressed. "I didn't expect you to be this hard. You're stiff as a board down there."

Hearing her say that made me feel secretly thrilled. What was more important was that she didn't seem bothered at all. If anything, she even looked a bit excited.

She was undoubtedly the bold type. I should take my time testing the waters later. After we finally got up, Wendy brushed the dust off herself.

The way her backside jiggled as she dusted herself off honestly drove me crazy. I couldn't help blurting out, "Here, let me help you."

I reached out under the pretense of helping, but I was just using the opportunity to cop a feel of her whole rear.

It had been way too long since I'd touched a woman's backside. As the sensation sent a familiar thrill through my body, the bulge in my pants became even more obvious.

What was even crazier was that Wendy even stuck her backside out while soft, sultry moans escaped her lips.

Like a cat, Wendy arched her back and even seemed to enjoy being lightly teased.

Honestly, I was over the moon. This deal was amazing. For just 80 dollars an hour, I got a chance to feel up a woman as pretty as her.

Soon I was back on the bike again, with Wendy patiently guiding me step by step.

When we got close to the downhill slope ahead, she let go of me and said, "Try gliding down slowly on your own."

Still shaky on the bike, I lost control, and it shot downhill.

With a loud thud, I hit the bike's front bar right in my groin.

The impact left me doubled over in pain, and the tent in my pants was gone in an instant.

Lying on the ground, I clutched my crotch and screamed in pain.

Seeing what happened, Wendy quickly ran over to help me up. "Are you okay? Where did you hit yourself?"

My face was red as a beet as I complained, "How am I supposed to be okay? My manhood is completely destroyed. I don't even know if I'll ever be able to get it up again. You're going to have to take responsibility for this."

At that, Wendy froze in panic. Having never been in this situation before, she didn't know how to respond.

Seeing how naive she looked, I had a sudden questionable idea. "Come and touch it to keep it stimulated for me. If the blood stops moving, it's going to clot up."

As a young college student, she immediately blushed at the request. "I-I don't think that's a good idea… How could I just touch that area like it's nothing?"

I deliberately played it up, curling up on the ground like I was in serious pain. "Why are you worrying about that at a time like this? What if it actually becomes a problem? Are you going to take responsibility?"

"Huh? Don't scare me like that. I'll just touch it then."

With that said, she gently placed her hand on it.

"It was as hard as a rock a moment ago. Why is it so limp now?" she murmured, sounding genuinely puzzled.

Her hand was so small and soft that it got me burning up all over. However, the pain from the impact just now was still too intense, so there was no way I was getting it up anytime soon.

"Use a bit more pressure and stroke it a little. You need to encourage blood flow to prevent the blood from pooling."

Truth be told, her gentle touch had actually made me feel better. The pain wasn't nearly as bad anymore, and I was slowly starting to get turned on again.

Even so, the fabric was dulling the sensation way too much. I wanted a lot more…

She blushed even harder when she heard that. She tried to grip it tighter through my pants.

"Like this?"

She moved her hand more, but the sensation was still too muted to really feel it.

I dropped my pants without a second thought, my length springing out right before her eyes.

Embarrassed, she turned her head away and covered her eyes with a hand. "Joey, why did you suddenly drop your pants? We're in a park! There are people around!"

I took a quick look around. There weren't many people in the park that day, just a few scattered figures in the distance. From that far away, no one could see what I was up to.

"What are you afraid of? It's not like anyone can see us. Wrap your hand around it for me."

With a nervous bite of her lip, she reached out with a shaky hand.

As her eyes stayed fixed on it, her breathing grew uneven. The way her chest rose and fell was incredibly sexy.

She seemed totally inexperienced with men, but there was no hiding the fact that she secretly wanted it.

"Is this your first time looking at one of these? What are you so shy about?"

Wendy nodded bashfully, a deep crimson blush spreading across her cheeks. "Yeah, it is my first time. I had no idea guys were built so differently from women. It looks really imposing."

Her hand hovered in mid-air as she hesitated to grab it.

The suspense was torture. "You're just doing physical therapy on me. It's fine, so just put your hand around it already."

"O-Okay then. I'll just help you for a bit."

With that, she went for it, her hand fitting around it just right.

Instantly, I felt a rush of heat down there. It felt like a jolt of electricity was running through my entire body, making every hair stand on end in a strangely good way.

"Oh, why do you feel so hot down here?"

A fleeting look of excitement crossed Wendy's face as she crouched down while moving her hand.

The squatting position made her spandex stretch taut, and that little dip between her legs became even more pronounced.

I had to admit, her hands were incredibly soft. It left me feeling all tingly, like my bones would melt at any second.

Parting my lips, I started breathing heavily.

Upon hearing the sounds, Wendy suddenly realized what she was doing. "Joey, does this feel good? I'm pretty much helping you relieve yourself right now, aren't I?"

Snapping out of it, I quickly made up an excuse. "Even if it looks like it, you're really just helping me get the blood flowing so that it doesn't bruise. If the blood clots up in there, it could get seriously damaged."

"I see."

Wendy started to move her hand even faster.

Dang, she was a natural at this. It seriously felt way too good.

As I lay there on the ground, my spine tingled as if electricity was running down it. Every cell in my body was buzzing with pure bliss.

The pain from earlier was completely gone, replaced by an intoxicating warmth, and I could feel myself getting even more worked up.

"Joey, it's getting really hot. It feels much harder than earlier now."

Staring at it with wide eyes, she inched closer out of curiosity. As she did, her lips parted slightly, revealing the tip of her tongue.

It felt like I was going to lose my mind. Just her hand wasn't going to cut it.

I wanted her to use her mouth. "That's a good sign. Now that you've gotten the blood moving, it's beginning to swell even more. You need to use your mouth to suck the trapped blood out now."

As soon as Wendy heard that, shock spread across her face, along with a hint of excitement.

Turning her head away, she said in a coy voice, "I'm not going to do that. Can't we try something else?"

"It's not like we have any tools with us, so it's either your mouth or nothing. If we wait any longer, I'll be done for. I'm sure you wouldn't want that on your conscience," I said, patiently spinning the lie while feeling like I was close to exploding.

She finally gave in, reluctantly leaning over and tying her hair up. "Fine, I'll help you out. But you can't blame me if something goes wrong later."

I nodded, watching her soft lips slowly lower.

In an instant, I felt an intense wave of warmth completely envelop me. It felt a million times better than her hands.

Every nerve in my body seemed to go off, and I couldn't help but tremble.

I dug my fingers into the dirt, and my toes curled up as I tried to fight off the tingling sensation that went straight to my core.

She grew feverishly hot all over, totally swept up in what she was doing. "Joey, it tastes good. I feel so restless… I want to do it."

She abruptly looked up at me, her eyes filled with a deep longing.

That made me thrilled beyond belief. I never expected a simple bike lesson would lead to something this incredible. "You do? Then get on top of me."

She couldn't get her cycling shorts off fast enough.

Soon, everything down there was completely on display, looking incredibly soft and rosy. She barely had any hair, which was dotted with little droplets of water.

Unable to take it any longer, I sat up, pulling her right into my arms.

She had this sweet scent and was soft to the touch. And her waist was so tiny that one hand was enough to wrap around it.

I steadied the bike before she eased onto the seat, the tips of her toes just barely reaching the ground.

As I abruptly spread her legs, she let out a soft moan. "Joey, are you completely fine now?"

"I'm better than fine. I'm in better shape than ever. Now, let me show you what a real man feels like."

With that, I dipped my waist and moved forward.