Wheels of Fortune

I was cruising along a relatively flat stretch of road without too much 
headwind, when, in the rear-view mirror mounted on the end of my 
handlebar, I spotted someone coming up behind me. I'm no racer, and I 
figured whoever it was would eventually catch me, but I thought I'd see 
how long I could hold them off.  I shifted the rear derailleur to a 
larger cog to get my rpms up a little before switching back to my 
original gear.

The speed on my computer climbed steadily and I shifted to keep the revs 
in the nineties - about my limit. When I hit twenty five MPH, I was 
pretty much maxed out unless I wanted to the race to end in the next 
hundred yards or so, with me gasping my lungs out while my pursuer 
breezed past.

I thought I was holding my own for the next couple of miles, but 
eventually my 'occasional' rider status began to weigh in, and the other 
rider began to gain on me.  It took another three miles, but ultimately, 
she pulled up alongside.

"Show-off!" I grinned.

She smiled back and slowed to my pace as we pumped up a little roller.

"Where you headed?" she asked. I felt a little better that she was 
breathing almost as hard as I was.

I jerked my head forward, "Corners."

(Readers who don't cycle should understand that, in order to get enough 
oxygen to the body and carry on a conversation, cyclists, especially 
those of us who aren't in Tour de France condition, often drop 
unnecessary words from their conversation to save lung power.)

"Mind if I ride along?" she asked.

"'f you don't mind snailin' along with an old man!" I grinned.

"Old man my ass!" she snorted, "I thought I was never going to catch up 
with you!"

"Yeah," I acknowledged, "took a lot out of me.  Not going to be able to 
keep that pace for the next thirty five miles."

I glanced over and noticed that one side of her jersey was filled out 
and the other wasn't.

"I'm Ted." I said.

"Charlotte!" she replied, "Nice to have someone to ride with for a ways!"

I nodded at her chest and asked, "Breast cancer?"

She seemed a little surprised that I'd be so direct, but answered:

"Yeah," she made a face, "Radical mastectomy. Lymph nodes and all."

"That bad?" I asked, "Or did you just have a male doctor who didn't want 
to take chances?"

She looked startled and said, looking at me oddly, "Male doctor, but I 
agreed with him."

"Well, if you're okay with the result," I replied, "then it was the 
right decision.  How long has it been?"

"Going on five years. So far the tests are still coming back clean."

"That's great!" I meant it. My wife hadn't been so lucky.

"You sound like you're familiar with breast cancer." Charlotte said, "Do 
you know someone who's been through it?"

"Yeah," I replied, reluctantly.  I was getting better, but the memories 
were still painful. "My wife. They caught it too late and she didn't 
make it."

"I'm sorry..." Charlotte began, but I waved it away.

"Don't be." I interrupted, "It was several years back, and I've begun to 
come to terms with it. Funny thing, I always thought I'd prefer to 
remember her the way she was before the cancer, and those are fond 
memories, to be sure.  My fondest memories, though, are of the months 
before she died. When none of the treatments showed any improvement, she 
told them to stop the chemo and the painkillers. For weeks, almost every 
moment we had together she was smiling, telling jokes, and trying to 
cheer me up."

I looked over at Charlotte, "She was dying, and spent her time trying to 
cheer me up! I knew she was in great pain most of the time, but she 
refused any painkillers until just before the end, because she wanted to 
be with us, mentally as well as physically, for the time that she had 
left. Those have become my most treasured memories of her. That wan, 
skeletal face that used to be so beautiful, in those last weeks seemed 
to glow with an inner light, and I was humbled in the face of her courage."

Charlotte nodded, "Yeah, I met a lot of people like that at the 
hospital. They helped me through the radiation and chemo, and the 
depression and fear, even after my husband caved and bailed on me. 
Bastard couldn't stand looking at me after they took my breast!"

I had no comment to make on that, and didn't really want to dwell on 
this particular subject any longer, so I shook my head to show my 
disapproval of her husband's weakness, then changed the subject.

"So, how long have you been riding?"

Charlotte looked a relieved and said, "About three years.  Used to jog a 
lot but it was getting hard on my joints, so I took some of the money 
from my divorce settlement and bought this bike.  Took me a while to get 
used to the clipless pedals. Seemed like I was falling down at almost 
every intersection! Used to wear kneepads and skater's wrist braces when 
I rode."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." I replied, "I started on a mountain bike 
with toe clips, but my knees weren't liking the angle forced on my feet 
by the clips, so it was clipless or stop riding.  I practiced on the 
trainer until I got used to twisting my feet out of them, but it was the 
unusual situations that got me."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I could remember to unclip yards before I got to any intersection 
or other predictable stopping point, but one time I was making a slow, 
tight turn on gravel, and the bike got unstable.  I was able to get my 
outside foot loose, but the bike fell toward the inside of the turn. I 
think I was picking gravel out of my knee for three days after that!"

Charlotte laughed and we swapped anecdotes of our riding experiences for 
a few more miles.  When we reached the Corners, we took a breather and 
each ate an energy bar before heading back.

Charlotte, it turned out, lived only a couple of blocks past my house, 
so when I invited her in for a cold drink, she accepted.

We talked about cycling and other things for a while, then she pulled at 
the sweat-soaked fabric of her jersey and said, "I'd better get home and 
take a shower, or these are going to get so crusted I won't be able to 
get them off!"

On impulse, I said, "Why don't you just shower here? I'm sure I've got a 
clean robe or something around here that you can wear. I'll put your 
bike on the rack and drive you home later, if you like."

She looked at me speculatively for a moment, "Are you coming on to me, Ted?"

"Isn't that obvious?" I smiled, "I'm a little rusty at it, but..."

"I like you, Ted," she said seriously, "but I'm not up for a pity fuck, 
so if it's okay with you, I'll just shower at home."

I was dumbfounded! "Pity fuck! I don't DO pity fucks, Charlotte! I'm 
coming on to you because I like you!"

She eyed me some more.

"Ted, if you're lying to me..." she said.

"Look, Charlotte," I said, in all sincerity, "I don't want you to do 
anything you're not comfortable with, but you're an intelligent, witty, 
attractive woman who happens to have some interests in common with me. 
In every other instance where I've met women under those circumstances, 
I tried to make sure we could spend as much time together as possible. 
Is there some reason why this situation should be different?"

"You know very well there is, Ted." She glanced briefly at her chest to 
indicate the reason.

"What the hell does that have to do with the price of tea in China?" I 
asked, "It's not your chest that's kept me laughing and involved in the 
conversation for the last couple of hours! If things work out the way 
I'd like them to, I won't be fucking your chest, either!  Look, tell you 
what: Let's shower together and see how it flows. If, at any time, you 
don't like the way things are going, then tell me so. I'll back off and 
see that you get safely home, okay?"

Charlotte suddenly looked somehow smaller, "I'm afraid, Ted.  I couldn't 
stand to have you look at me the way my husband did...!"

I took her in my arms and held her until she had calmed some.

"Not to worry, Charlotte." was all I said.

She turned her back to undress, and wouldn't face me in the shower until 
I took her gently by the shoulders and turned her around. Her face 
pleaded with me not to look, but when I took her hands in mine and 
gently pulled them down to her sides, she hung her head and let them drop.

Her left breast was full and beautiful, not too big, not too small. The 
right side of her chest held a loose flap of skin and a large, ugly scar.

"Haven't decided about an implant yet?" I asked.

"No. It would help when I'm wearing clothes, I suppose, but won't hide 
the scar," she answered softly, "and I can just stick a breast form in 
my bra if I want to look symmetrical."

I bent and kissed the tip of her left breast, drawing a gasp from my 
shower-mate. I suckled it for a few moments and gently slipped a middle 
finger between her legs, seeking out her little bud, hidden in its 
fleshy hood.

"Oh, God! It's been so LONG!" she moaned, humping at my finger as it 
eased between the slippery lips of her pussy.

On impulse, I switched sides and ran my tongue along her scar.

Charlotte gave a startled cry and grabbed my hair, pulling me away from 
her chest. She was breathing wildly when I looked up at her face.

"Did that hurt?" I asked, concerned.

"NO!" She gasped, "It was just so, so, unexpected! It almost felt like 
my breast was still there!"

"So," I asked, shaking water from my eyes, "shall I stop, or continue on?"

Hesitantly, Charlotte guided my face back to her chest. Gently, I licked 
onced more at the scar that marked where a lovely breast had once been, 
drawing gasps of indrawn breath from the lovely cyclist.

I switched back to the other side, and nibbled at the nipple, while a 
second finger wormed its way into her. Charlotte moaned and humped at my 
fingers, still holding my head between her hands, almost as if to be 
sure it was really there.

I moved back to her scar and took the flap of skin between my teeth, 
nibbling at it the way I had done her nipple. Charlotte shrieked and 
humped at my fingers, cumming around my hand as I continued to work on 
the sensitive flesh that used to be her breast, sucking, kneading with 
my tongue, and occasionally nipping with my teeth. Two, three, four 
times she came as I worked over her breast and her scar.

Finally, she jerked my head back and bent to give me a long, soulful kiss.

"Enough, Ted!" she gasped, "Save some for later!"

As I regained my feet on the slippery tile of the shower floor, I said, 
"I took a chance there, but it seemed the right thing to do at the time..."

Charlotte flashed me a sultry smile and said, "You don't know HOW right, 
big boy! I think you have single-handedly restored my faith in the male 
of the species! It's not the same as when the breast was there, but it 
reminds me, you know?"

Well, of course I couldn't know, but I nodded.

The water was getting cold, so we hurried through the rest of our shower 
and dried each other off.  As Charlotte brushed her hair and tied it 
back, I stood behind her and cupped her breast and her scar in my palms 
as I kissed my way down her neck. She moaned and leaned her head back 
against me, turning to kiss me on the mouth.

I picked her up, a little surprised at how light she was, despite the 
cycling muscles in her legs and back.

I'd like to say I laid her gently on the bed, but the best I could 
manage was a controlled fall, so as not to strain my back. There was a 
time... but not anymore!

I landed on top of her, taking my weight on my arms, and as I moved 
around parallel to Charlotte's body, her legs parted, welcoming me 
between them.

I squirmed my way downward until I was face to face with her pussy, 
dewdrops of water still hanging from her pubic hair. She moaned 
soulfully as I planted my face in the middle of her heat and inhaled 
deeply, nudging her button with my nose as I licked upward from the 
tight pink entrance to the hooded little scrap of flesh at the top of 
her slit.

"Sssooooo gooood!" she hissed, moving her hips sensually against my face 
as my tongue made love to her reawakened fountain.

Ever so gently, I inserted two fingers deep into her cavity, then drew 
them slowly out to massage the rough, spongy patch at the top of her tunnel.

"OH SHIT!" Charlotte cried, as I flicked her clitoris rapidly with my 
tongue. Her long fingers dug rhythmically into my scalp like a kitten's 
claws knead its mother's teat while her hips danced at the end of my 
tongue.

I pressed the balls of my fingers against her G-spot, letting her 
movements provide the friction, then whipped my head rapidly back and 
forth, lashing her clit into a frenzy with the tip of my tongue.

"AAAAGGGGHHH!" she cried, tightening her grip on my hair to pull me 
tighter against her. Charlotte went rigid beneath me, her pelvis raised 
high in the air. She held me mashed against her slimy pussy for so long, 
I thought I would pass out from lack of oxygen. Finally relinquishing 
her hold on me, she collapsed bonelessly to the bed.

Charlotte lay breathing heavily for a few moments as I crawled up beside 
her and propped my head on my hand.  Her face was a portrait in 
satiation as her breathing gradually slowed.

Eventually, Charlotte turned toward me, scrutinizing my expression, and 
well she might.  I watched her with a smug little smile that said 'Damn, 
I'm good!'

Ah, how pride doth go before a fall!

Suddenly Charlotte's gaze turned positively predatory. With her short 
auburn hair in wild disarray, and a smoky, slutty look on her face, she 
pounced! Pushing me flat on my back, she attacked my neck, sucking and 
biting, never staying more than a few seconds in any one place!  She 
nipped my earlobes, ran a warm, wet tongue around the inside of my ear, 
then descended to assault my nipples, sucking, biting, even taking them 
between her teeth and pulling them an inch or more from my chest!

My cock was instantly erect! Still moving downward, Charlotte, dug her 
tongue into my navel, then set my abdomen vibrating with nervous 
reactions as she nibbled at the sensitive flesh between my stomach and 
my thighs.  Her hand grasped my bobbing rod, and her mouth dove between 
my cooperatively spread thighs to suck my entire scrotum into her mouth. 
The warmth of her mouth and the probing of her warm wet tongue sent 
shivers up my spine, that were multiplied when her teeth closed briefly, 
and thankfully, gently, behind my family jewels!

My gonads popped from between those sucking lips, and without pause, she 
filled her vacant oral cavity with the entire length of my rampant 
shaft! Tears sprang from her eyes, and her throat worked savagely to 
quell the urge to throw up, but her nose stayed buried in my pubic hair 
until she had it under control.  With a slow, sensuous twisting motion, 
the auburn haired cyclist raised up just far enough to draw a deep 
breath, then plunged down again, moaning around my sensitive glans!

Gritting my teeth, I fought back the almost overhwhelming urge to empty 
my nuts deep in her throat. I had a feeling this wildcat had more in 
store for me, and I wanted to wait around for it.  Sure enough, after 
taking me as close to the edge as I could go without plunging over, 
Charlotte straightened and swung her leg across my body, and staring 
into my eyes, settled her dripping pussy onto my cock.

"Don't you DARE cum yet!" she warned, fiercely.

Eyelids aflutter, the lovely lady sank slowly down until my plum nestled 
against the hard bump of her cervix, her girl-tight sheath threatening 
to squeeze the blood from my shaft!

"Oh my god!" she breathed, "It's almost like being a virgin again!"

Charlotte's eyes rolled upward and with a groan, she dropped onto my 
rod. For a moment, my shaft bent painfully under her weight, but a quick 
twist of her hips, and something gave inside her, allowing my spear to 
complete its journey!

"YES!" she cried, "OH GOD, YES!"

For several seconds, the auburn haired beauty swirled around my 
constricted shaft, stretching, hollowing out a place for me inside her 
overstressed cavern.

Apparently satisified with the result, Charlotte used her toned cycling 
muscles to fling her body up and down my cock with total abandon! Faster 
and faster she shuttled along its length until, finally, the dam burst, 
and the sexy cyclist slammed her hips downward, going instantly rigid, 
strangling my spitting shaft as my own orgasm strove to fight its way 
through the constriction!

"AAAIIIIIIGGGHHHNNN!" she cried, collapsing forward onto my chest.

For long, long moments, the only sound in the room was our gradually 
slowing breathing, and the slow, slippery slide of my depleted cock from 
its tight, warm berth.

I thought she was done, but after taking a few seconds to catch her 
breath, Charlotte sprang up and reversed herself over me. Unabashedly 
planting her sloppy pussy on my face, she bent forward and once again 
took me into her mouth, her tongue and teeth playing dangerous, 
delicious games with my most prized possession.

It didn't occur to me until much later that at least some of the fluid I 
was lapping from Charlotte's swampy gash was mine.  If it had, I doubt 
that it would have mattered.  I was so caught up in her passion,  that 
nothing mattered beyond the primal urge to bring ourselves once more to 
completion!

I devoured Charlotte's overheated pussy with the same fervor she 
expended on my newly resurrected member. For several minutes, the 
atmosphere in the room reverberated with primitive grunts, groans, and 
moans, as though a pair of animals was rutting on my bed!

With my rod once more standing proud, Charlotte again bounded up and 
reversed her position. With a groan, she sank down my length and paused, 
savoring the sensation before rising up and shifting my cock backward an 
inch or so.

Charlotte's face wore an expression of intense concentration as she 
strove to force my engorged plum through the tight, tight opening of her 
anus.  To keep her going in the right direction, I reached up and 
grabbed her nipple with my left hand, and the flap of skin marking her 
missing breast with my right, and pulled gently downward.

My wildcat lover's eyes flew open and stared through mine as she let out 
a gasp, marking the passage of my glans through the constricting ring of 
her anus. Slowly, ever so slowly, she sank downward, fraction by 
fraction, until her firm, athletic buttocks rested on my pubic bone. 
Shivering slightly, her legs trembling from the effort of slowing her 
descent, Charlotte rotated her hips around my flexing pole.  Her eyes 
rolled back in her head as her motion caused my bloated plum to 
rearrange her intestines.

I lay passively for a few moments as she gingerly raised and lowered 
herself on my shaft, gradually getting accustomed to its length and 
girth. When I judged she was sufficiently stretched, I flipped us over, 
rolling atop the lovely auburn haired sex goddess.  I pushed her 
muscular legs up to her chest, allowing my spear its deepest penetration 
yet, and locking my mouth on hers to capture her cries of passion, began 
slamming myself hard and deep into her clinging, gritty, velvet sheath.

Arms around my neck, Charlotte rose to meet each and every thrust!

She tore her mouth from mine and cursed, "Fuck me, Damnit! Ream my 
slutty little ass! Oh CHRIST your cock feels SO damn GOOD!"

My pubic bone slammed repeatedly into her sensitive clit, and the auburn 
haired slut vibrated and rotated beneath me, using my rod to stir her guts.

"AAAARRRRRGGGHHH!" Charlotte cried as her orgasm overtook her.

The edge taken off my passion with my earlier cum, I pounded on, getting 
creative with the angle, direction and vigor of my thrusts.  Using my 
cock as a pivot, I kneeled up and flipped Charlotte to her hands and 
knees. She came again as she felt my veinous shaft rotate inside her, 
and her arms collapsed.  As she lay on her face, her buttocks raised 
lasciviously before me, inviting my invading spear deeper, I grabbed her 
hip bones and started pistoning into her willing nether hole.

The tight ring of her crinkled anus flexed and nibbled at my rod like 
the mouth of some tiny animal as I machine gunned in and out. Three more 
times, Charlotte came around my battering ram before I could take no more.

"Cumming!" I gasped as I instinctively tried to force my pelvis through 
the portal of her anus, every ejaculatory gland in my body turning 
itself inside out!

As Charlotte felt my lava flooding her bowels, the auburn haired cyclist 
clamped down hard on my rod and shuddered through another intense 
climax, thrashing about so wildly I thought she would tear my cock out 
by the roots!

I collapsed sideways, keeping Charlotte's still spasming ass as close to 
my pelvis as possible.  We lay for several long minutes savoring the 
aftershocks as our super-sensitive organs gradually returned to a more 
or less normal state. Finally, my wilted noodle slipped deliciously from 
its warm, safe haven inside her body, and Charlotte looked over her 
shoulder at me.

"All I can say, Ted," she panted, "is that if THAT was a pity fuck, you 
can take pity on me anytime!"

"And all I can say," I replied, also panting, "is that I pity the poor 
sucker that thinks he's giving YOU a pity fuck!"