Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt. If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination. This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but if you make money off of it, you're breaking the law and pissing me off. _________________________________ Wheels of Fortune - The Ride of My Life (Mf, Fm, Ff, reluc, toys, bond, best, anal, caution) (C)Copyright 2004 - Shakes Peer2B shakes_peer2b@NONOsbcglobal.net (remove 'NONO' from the above address to contact me) /files/Authors/Shakes_Peer2B/ http://storiesonline.net/ (go to the Author's page under 'S') ________ *********************** This is the first in what I envision as being another episodic set of stories, rather than a series, much like the House in the Woods set. Each story will have different characters, different perspectives, but very little to interconnect them other than the setting and main character. This was actually going to be my very first story published, then the idea for HIW-Bethany came along, and this got dropped and never picked up again, until now. It's changed considerably from my original idea, so I hope you like it. *********************** I'm what's loosely classified as a cycling 'enthusiast' - someone who rides a bicycle more than 25 times a year. I don't belong to a club, and I'm not training for the Tour de France, but I do own a reasonably nice road bike (bought after riding my mountain bike off-road resulted in one too many injuries!). I don't go to great lengths to find different routes to ride. For me, the riding is kind of a meditation. It helps clear my mind and keeps my body in reasonably fit condition. I abhor riding in groups or even with another person, simply because it takes too much concentration to keep from hitting them, keeping them aware of what I'm doing so they don't hit me, trying to carry on a conversation when I've barely got breath to keep my legs pumping, etc. Mostly, I start from my house and take one of five or six different loops that eventually bring me back home after doing anywhere from 20 to 60 miles. I enjoy it, and hate when the weather or some personal obligation keeps me from a scheduled ride. Occasionally, one of my rides turns into an adventure. This is the story of one such ride. The little computer on my handlebars said I had gone a little over 17 miles, and I was pedaling easily on a relatively flat stretch of road, when I became aware of a 'thrub, thrub, thrub' sort of noise just behind my right leg. I started braking easily and looked back toward the source of the noise. I had just identified the black balloon protruding from my rear tire as inner tube, when it gave a sort of disappointing 'PLAK!' sound, and the rear tire went flat! I really had no trouble getting the bike stopped, even though I expected a good deal of instability. I guess those really narrow tires have hidden benefits! I unclipped my shoes from the pedals and stepped down. When I got the wheel off and inspected it, to my disgust, the kevlar tread tire I had counted on to protect my tubes from going flat had simply opened up along about six inches of sidewall and let the tube out! I had a spare tube and the tools to change the tube but nothing that would boot a sidewall tear that long, and no spare tire! Dreading a 17 mile walk in cycling shoes, I crossed the road and headed back in the direction I had come. I hadn't gone far when a pickup pulled up alongside. The driver, a pleasant looking young woman in her thirties, leaned across the passenger seat and asked, "Need a lift?" "You're a life-saver!" I said, lifting my bike into the bed and climbing into the cab. "Nice shorts!" she said throatily, eyeing my lycra clad ass as I parked it on her seat. A few years ago, you wouldn't have caught me dead in public in spandex or any other kind of form-fitting wear. Thanks to all that riding, though, I actually don't look half bad in it these days! "Thanks!" I said, giving her an appreciative grin. "Where do you need to go?" I told her where I lived and she said, "Sure, I'll take you over there. Mind if I stop at the house and take care of something? Might take half an hour or so." I shrugged. If I had completed my ride it would have taken longer than that, and she was doing me a favor. "Suit yourself!" I said, unstrapping my helmet and running a hand through my sweaty hair. She stuck out a hand and said "I'm Nancy! Nancy Simpson!" "Oh, Ted Marks!" I shook her hand lightly, mindful that my grip often has other men wincing, but needn't have bothered, she had a good, strong grip, "Very pleased to meet you! I really wasn't looking forward to that long walk in these shoes!" Nancy pulled the truck into a long driveway between immaculate white fences. The house must have been a quarter mile or more from the main road, and in the pastures on each side were a number of miniature horses. If you've never seen them, they're smaller than Shetland or Welsh ponies - perhaps a little larger than a Great Dane, though thicker of body. A couple of them were chasing each other around the pasture. Most of the rest were grazing contentedly at the lush grass. "Yours?" I asked, poking a thumb at the scene outside the window. Nancy nodded, saying, "Yeah. Mine and my partner's. She should be home. I'll introduce you." 'She?' Hmmmm. Well, it WAS California! She parked the truck in front of the house and invited me in. "Karen!" She called as we entered "Karen?" Someone, presumably Karen, flew through the air and wrapped all four arms and legs around Nancy, engaging her in a passionate kiss, her pale, petite blonde frame in stark contrast to Nancy's rangy, dark haired, olive skinned body. Nancy returned the kiss for a few seconds then peeled her partner off of her, saying, "Karen, may I introduce you to Ted Marks. Ted, my partner, Karen." Karen gave me a predatory once over and cooed, "Ooooh and all wrapped up in spandex! How delicious!" She extended a delicate hand and in a sultry voice said, "I'm VERY pleased to meet you!" Karen was wearing a man's shirt that came to just below her ass, and apparently nothing else. I couldn't help but notice that it rode up to expose part of her hairless vee, as her hand came up to be shaken. "Uh, very nice to meet you, as well, Karen." I said nervously, hoping Nancy wasn't getting too pissed about her partner coming on to me like that. Nancy, though, laughed and said, "Come on, Karen, let him catch his breath before you jump his bones!" Karen turned back to Nancy and in a hard voice said, "Aren't you forgetting something, slut!" Suddenly, the world tilted and my perspective skewed as Nancy, on hands and knees, meekly crawled across the intervening space and buried her face between Karen's thighs. She kissed Karen's shaven mound fervently before looking worshipfully up at her partner and begging, "May I lick it, Mistress Karen, please?" "Well," Karen said wickedly, "Since you've brought me such a lovely present, I suppose one taste won't hurt!" The petite blonde, obviously in complete control of the larger woman, spread her legs and shuddered as Nancy's tongue swiped at her bare pussy. "That's enough slut!" Karen commanded, "Get in the bedroom and get naked! I want you on your back and spread by the time I get there!" Nancy crawled down a hallway, and when Karen turned back to me, she seemed a different person than the one who had just terrorized poor Nancy! Slinking up to me, she gently caressed the outline of my growing erection through the stretch material of my cycling shorts. "Ooooh! You're a big one!" she purred, "Tell me Ted, would you like to fuck my little slut?" Well, opportunities like that don't come along all that often for a guy my age, and I wasn't about turn it down, not when opportunity was not only knocking, but bashing the door down! I thought my head would fall off from nodding so hard! "And," she cooed, biting my nipple through the material of my jersey, "would you like ME to fuck you, too?" Duh! Would I like to have one of my favorite fantasies come true?! "I'd like that very much!" I said, though it took a couple of tries to get my dry mouth to work. "Well, then," she hooked an arm through mine and led me down the same hallway Nancy had taken, "Why don't we go see if the slut's ready for us!" We entered a large bedroom to find Nancy absolutely naked, the rings in her nipples and clit glinting in the subdued lighting from the blinds, lying spread-eagle in the center of a king-sized bed. She waited silently as Karen stripped me of my cycling togs, oohing and ahhing over the toned muscles underneath, especially my legs. "I've promised Ted that he can fuck you slut!" Karen addressed the supine girl, "And I want you to fuck him back! Make sure he enjoys it, or I'll whip you within an inch of your life!" "B-but Mistress!" Nancy cried, almost in tears, "He's a man!" Karen sharply slapped the sensitive flesh of Nancy's inner thigh, saying, "He's the man I gave permission to fuck you, slut! And I'm ordering you to make it good for him! Is that clear!" "Y-yes Mistress!" Nancy blubbered, "I just thought I was bringing him home for you!" "That was sweet of you dear," Karen said, caressing the side of Nancy's face, "but you know how generous I am, and I want to share him with you!" The wicked blonde came back to me, gently stroking my bobbing erection, "You've got a nice, big one there, boy. I want to hear her scream, ok? Balls deep on the first stroke, or so help me I'll cut 'em off for you!" It wasn't 'til I was aiming my rampant shaft at the pink opening that I realized Karen had coated it with some kind of lubricant. Generally, I'm a gentle lover. I know how big I am and I try to take my time and let my partners get accustomed to my size. About half of them never take the whole thing! This situation, though, and Karen's threats, overcame my personal preferences, and, praying that it wouldn't hurt her too badly, I drove full depth in one massive thrust! To my relief, Nancy must have been accustomed to large penetrations, because she accepted me much more easily than I expected, though nobody takes something that size, that quickly, without SOME pain! "Good boy!" Karen said, when Nancy's scream had died to a whimper, "Now, slut, wrap your arms and legs around him and show him how much you're enjoying your first heterosexual fuck!" Reluctantly, Nancy complied, as I flexed my pole inside her, trying to make room for what was to come! "Well, what are you waiting for, boy!" Karen cooed, caressing my butt, then smacking it, HARD, "Fuck the shit out of her!" I did as ordered. I pulled all the way out to my glans, then slammed back in! Each thrust brought a cry from Nancy's throat, though after a while, the nature of those cries changed from pain to lust! The nature of Karen's caresses on my butt changed, too! I felt a greasy finger slide deep into my ass and almost came right there! Thankfully, or not, even with the split saddle, I still lose a measure of sensation in my nether regions after sitting on the bike for a while. It was just enough to keep me from finishing right then! I hated to think what Karen's reaction might have been had I lost it so soon! Not having been given any other instructions, I continued to fuck Nancy, whose arms and legs tightened around me, urging me deeper. All too soon, the finger departed, leaving me feeling strangely empty. I felt the bed sag as Karen climbed up behind me, and something hard and slippery nestled into the greasy depression of my anal ring. Karen leaned over my back, digging her rigid nipples into my shoulder blades and whispered sexily, "Ok, boy, here's your dream come true! I'm going to fuck you while you fuck Nancy!" Just about that time I finally figured out that what was poking at my asshole must have been Karen's strap-on and I started struggling to get away! No dice! Nancy's arms and legs tightened around me even more, and she covered my mouth with hers, absorbing my scream in a passionate kiss as Karen entered me the same way she made me enter Nancy! I hadn't been in the saddle THAT long! God Damn! That HURT! My poor, abused hole couldn't decide whether to clamp down or open up! Every time it closed against the invader, searing pain shot up my nerves, screaming 'DON'T DO THAT!' to my brain, but my brain just knew this thing wasn't good to allow into my body, so it kept sending back 'DANGER WILL ROBINSON! INTRUDER ALERT! DEFENSIVE POSITIONS!'. The result was that my poor confused ass sort of vibrated around the plastic, shooting pulses of gradually diminishing pain throughout my body! By the time the pain subsided enough for me to become aware of some of my surroundings again, Karen was snuggled tightly up against my back. I shook my head, saying "Well, shit! If you'd just TOLD me what you had in mind, I'd have gone along willingly...!" Then, shooting a venomous look over my shoulder at Karen's grinning face, "...IF you had promised to take it easy on the entry!" "Hey," she laughed, "How was I supposed to know? Anyway, I did tell you! I even asked your permission and you said 'yes', remember? Besides, I LIKE the way you scream!" I started to protest as I thought back over our conversation. She hadn't - oh shit! I've GOT to start listening more closely! '...would you like ME to fuck you too?' Crap! I thought she was just being sloppy with her language like everybody else! Now in much less pain , my erection began to resurrect itself. I had to admit that there was something totally sexy about having sweet young Karen's breasts flattened against my back while her dong stirred up my guts and my re-awakened prick dug into Nancy's dripping hole! "Well," I said, grudgingly, "might as well finish what we started!" No sooner said than done! Karen started long, slow strokes in and out of my rectum and I realized that her dick had to be much bigger than mine! "Jesus H. Christ, Karen!" I said "What the hell are you fucking me with? A telephone pole?" They both laughed at that and Karen said, "Not quite! This is to get you ready for the next round, if you're up for it!" Try as I might, though, I couldn't get them to tell me what the next round entailed, so I just settled down to enjoy my sandwich. This was a first for me! Though I'd always fantasized about getting shafted by a beautiful woman with a strap-on, I never really expected it to happen! Karen's outstrokes pulled me part way out of Nancy, and when she shoved back in, it was sort of like a giant telescoping cock going into Nancy. As soon as Karen's pelvis hit my ass, my cock was shoved back into Nancy. When, on the outstroke, the bulbous head of that thing hit my sphincter, it pulled me out again! Faster and harder Karen stroked my colon with that monster, and I could feel things rearranging themselves inside me with each plunge! Karen shifted forward slightly, changing her entry angle downward, and started battering my prostate with each stroke! Meanwhile, Nancy's educated pussy was doing some kind of internal massage number on my cock! With the numbness from the saddle fading fast, I knew it wouldn't be long before that giant pole in my ass and the unreality of the situation drove me over the edge! Sure enough, Karen hit my prostate at a particular angle and I saw stars! My prostate and everything else emptied through my dick deep into Nancy's milking pussy! Nancy came too, though I wouldn't call it an earth-shattering climax. She seemed happy with it though. As I lay there on top of Nancy, panting, I felt Karen moving around behind me. When she got off, the dildo stayed behind. "Put your hand back there, Ted," Karen said, "and hold that in!" It didn't occur to me to question Karen or her motives, at least not then, nor when she said, "Hmmm. Better use both hands, just in case." I didn't think I'd have any trouble holding it with one hand but I was in a really compliant state of mind, so I added my other hand to the base of the dildo to join the first. Clarity came only as the cuffs snapped onto my wrists! Damn! That was twice I had let this little minx trick me! "Now, keep that in there, Ted, and come with me." I felt something loop around my scrotum, and I was pulled backward off the bed by my balls! Karen got me stood up, and passing the cord she had fastened to my ball sack through my legs, set off down the hall, saying, "Come along, slut! You won't want to miss this!" I waddled along behind Karen, primarily because I was quite fond of my balls, and didn't want her taking them anywhere without me. It didn't occur to me NOT to hold the dildo in my ass! Karen set off at a brisk pace through the house and out the back door. I was relieved to see that the house and barn were screened on three sides by a veritable hedge of trees, as I skipped along behind Karen, trying to maintain my lifelong attachment to my gonads without dropping the dildo. I wasn't sure what the brown squishy stuff my bare feet stepped in on the way to the barn was, and was pretty sure I didn't want to find out! Karen spread a horse blanket over a bale of hay, pulled me down by my ball cord until I knelt next the bale and pushed me face down over it. Then she told Nancy, "Go get Walter!" "Now wait a minute!" I protested, "A dildo's one thing, but I'm not into guys!" I tried to stand, only to find that my balls had been tethered to something under the hay bale! "Don't worry big boy," Karen said, playing with the dildo in my ass, "Walter's not a 'guy'!" Not a guy? Then what the hell or who the hell WAS Walter? I only had a couple of minutes to puzzle over this before Nancy came back, leading one of the miniature horses. Funny, from this angle, he looked a LOT bigger! "Ted," Karen said, taking the horse's lead from Nancy, "Meet Walter!" "OOOHHHHH no!" I said, guessing from my position and Walter's hanging maleness what was coming next, I started shaking my head. Karen knelt beside me and said, "Ssshhhh, baby! Walter's really good at this! He's gonna make you feel great! Won't he Nancy!" "Oooooo yes!" Nancy said, hands busy between her legs. Suddenly, I thought I had a little insight into how she had been able to take me so easily. Walter was not big for a horse, but his dong, if stretched out along his belly, would have come almost to his chest, and it had this sort of irregular flattened mushroom shape at the end, where a human male had his glans. I was still protesting when Karen coaxed the beast to put his front hooves on the hay bale beside me. As she pulled that enormous dildo from my ass, I had occasion to be thankful, after all, for its huge size. One of them must have slathered some kind of lube on walter's dick, because that flat mushroom had little trouble squeezing through my cringing opening. Not so me! My damn ass was on fire again as it clamped down behind that broad head, onto the narrow part of Walter's shaft. At first, I thought Walter had lost interest in the proceedings, since he just sort of stood there for a few seconds, shifting his hind feet in the straw. Boy was I wrong! That sucker was just getting his hooves planted the way he wanted them! With one mighty shove, he crammed that monster dick as far up my chute as the dildo had gone, and a couple of inches beyond! I guess Karen did like hearing my screams, because she knelt in front of me staring at my face with a smile on hers, and masturbating to beat the band. Suddenly she stood, as Walter drew back for a new assault on my poor stretched ass, and commanded, "Get over here, slut, and put that talented tongue to work! If you do a good job, I'll let Sam fuck you when Walter finishes with Ted!" Walter got a little deeper with each thrust, pushing guts and other things out of the way to make room for his big ol' cock, and the total wickedness of it, along with the fact that my ass no longer hurt as much, had me going again. Damn, that thing went a long way up there! The horse's cock, behind the head, was no bigger around than mine, but from there back, it tapered to what felt like about the size of a baseball bat at the sweet spot. It was such an incredible feeling when that weird flower on the end rumbled over my prostate and through my colon as my intestines shifted and straightened to give it room! Karen must have cum about a dozen times while she watched Walter ream my ass. She particularly enjoyed when I started rocking back into his thrusts, tipping my pelvis upward to get the maximum penetration! Walter's sheath was knocking at my back door by the time he hunched really hard into me, and that flowery mushroom head of his swelled to almost twice its former size, plugging me tight as he shot me so full cum, my belly started to swell! I didn't cum with him, but it wouldn't have taken much to push me over the edge as that hot spooge inflated my insides! Walter rested there above me for a few minutes, breathing like he'd just finished a race, then he backed off, casually pulling that enormous rod from my bottom and wandering off somewhere to graze at the hay. As for me, I was frantically spreading my legs as far apart as they would go to try to avoid the splatter from my first horse-cum enema! As I knelt there, the last remnants of Walter's love, running from my ass, along with whatever had been there before he got there, Karen released my balls from the cord, and walked me to a concrete pad about ten feet square. Leaving me there, she uncoiled a hose and blasted everything off of me. My balls shrank into my body as the ice cold water sluiced over me, and I gasped, barely able to breathe, but I turned this way and that to help with my cleansing, even getting the brown squishy stuff out from between my toes! Karen must have enjoyed Nancy's ministrations, because, by the time my 'shower' was done, Nancy was laying across another bale of hay, coaxing another of the miniature horses to mount her! Karen sat on another bale, and motioned me to turn around in front of her. She released the handcuffs, then draped herself face down over the bale. "Ok, big boy," she said, seductively, "this is your chance for revenge! Use me like the little slut I am! Fuck me with that big dick like that horse is fucking Nancy!" I was already thinking along those lines when she took the cuffs off, and didn't need her encouragement. In one vicious stroke, I slammed into her wet, shaven pussy, suddenly discovering that I liked hearing HER scream! When my pounding of her pussy no longer elicited screams, but excited moans, I pulled out and went in the back way! Karen's shrieks almost deafened me, but she made no move to defend herself against my onslaught. "Oh YESSSS!" she hissed, "Fuck my poor defenseless butt!" "Look how frail and vulnerable I am!" she cried, "Pound me! Pulverize me! oh God, what a cock! Sodomize my pale, bleeding little ass!" Her ass wasn't bleeding, but the image that conjured up in my mind, made my cock, incredibly, even harder! I grabbed her silky blonde tresses in my fist and used them to yank her head back as I slam-fucked her little white butt! "You little bitch!" I growled in her ear, "If you wanted a good fucking, all you had to do was ask! Now all your going to get is..." With a superhuman effort of will, I jerked my raging cock from Karen's ass to the sound of her vehement protests, at the same time I slapped the cuffs on her wrists. Taking the cord she'd used on my balls, I put the loop around the chain between the cuffs and slung the other end over a beam. I pulled until Karen's shoulders were in danger of departing their sockets, then tied the cord off to a nail, ensuring that Karen would stay face down over that bale until someone released the cord. "NO!" Karen screeched, "Get back here and finish fucking me! You wimp! You pussy! Can't even fuck like a man! Come on you son-of-a-bitch! Finish what you started! BASTARD! ASSHOLE!" I waited until the horse finished fucking Nancy. Karen's tirade continued, getting weaker and weaker. Nancy was coming continuously as Sam fed her that big ol' sausage, and I couldn't tell for sure, but I got the impression that Karen's predicament had something to do with her excitement. When Sam dismounted, I rinsed Nancy off and frog-marched her into the house as Karen, now whining and pleading, cried at our backs. I watched while Nancy got dressed, then stayed between her and the bedroom door while I got my clothes back on. I went through her pockets and got the keys to the pickup while she stood docilely letting me manhandle her. I drove, and when we got to my house, I unloaded the bike before giving her the keys. "Guess you'd better go let Karen loose." I said. To my surprise, she gave me a grin, and said, "In a little while. She's been making me fuck those horses for her entertainment ever since we got together - not that I minded! I love fucking the horses, but I think it's about time SHE gave it a try!" She waved as she drove away, and I went inside to put the bike away and jerk off, kicking myself for departing the farm so hastily!