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Runners

By: ketup



I don't know how long I'd been asleep but when I woke everything seemed fuzzy and bright. I moved to rub my eyes and found my arms bound. I shot awake then, I tried to move my legs, they too were bound. Panic began to set in. I couldn't quite see around me but from what I could see I seemed to be in some sort of medical room or a lab. Everything was sterilized silver or white and shining. A hum filled the room that was built with a high rounded ceiling. I craned my neck and could see I was naked and covered with a white sheet. 

I was startled when I heard voices talking. I didn't see anyone around but I could hear as clear as day these metallic voices talking. The pitch made it hard to hear at first, almost a squeal, but then it normalized and I could hear what they were saying. It was two people discussing something.

"Yes, sir, this is our best specimen yet and our best shot!"

"Well good, cause if this doesn't work we're going to have to terminate the project and the specimen will be recycled." 

"Understood, sir."

"Have all the eggs been returned into the new cavity?"

"Yes, sir. The eggs have been spliced with our local runners." 

"I trust you chose the small breed of runner? I have seen the size of your specimen and if we are to get a full litter out of this one we will need the smallest available runners to breed" 

"Yes, sir. We have spliced the genes in her eggs with that of several medium to small runner breeds, sir. We have also modified the runners DNA so it will not destroy our specimen upon exit and will instead be birthed through the new canal we provided."

"Why a new canal?"

"Sir, we felt it best if we increase our options by also splicing some eggs with our own species. This will mean two litters of two different species shall grow at once and maximize production time."

"Great thinking!" 

"Thank you, sir"

"Have you grouped a few donors together?"

"Yes, sir, for this trial run we have a few runners ready in cages. We have covered their faces to prevent destruction of our specimen during breeding."

"And what about for the other litter?"

The voices went silent...was I the specimen they were talking about? What had they done to me? What was going to happen? New canal? Breeding? 

"Well, sir, I was thinking, forgive me for being so forward, I was thinking that perhaps you, sir, could be a donor."

"Me?!"

"Yes, sir, I felt yours would make a great litter of soldiers."

The other voice chuckled and then said, "Well, indeed, how about we both donate to this mighty cause" 

"I would be honored, sir! Would you like to meet the specimen now?"

"Oh absolutely, now you have me pretty anxious to see what you've done to modify the creature for breeding purposes." 

There was a whooshing sound above my head followed by a clicking noise. 

"Oh, it looks as though our specimen is awake, sir. Perhaps I shall page for the crew to prepare the breeders."

"Definitely. Tell them to begin fluffing them in due time. For now I think we shall be the first to sample this specimen." 

My heart was racing, I felt something cold touch my shoulder and then move down to where I could see it. Long dark green fingers were sliding down my chest now where they grabbed my breasts under the sheet and squeezed them tenderly. I whimpered, out of fear not pain.

"So how does this thing work?" the disembodied voice of the hands asked.

"I'm glad you asked, sir." and this tall slender figure came out from behind me and moved towards my feet. It was a paler green than the hands that were still on my chest and strode with confidence up to the table I was strapped to, "you see, sir" it said as it removed the sheet from my body, "here we have the first of three openings." 

3 openings? What was it talking about. I felt it's greasy cold fingers touching the opening to my pussy. 

"This is the entrance which you and I shall fill with our seed. Down here is the second hole, it's where it passes it's waste. I have bypassed some organs and shifted things around to keep this particular section in action." His finger traced over my anus giving me a chill, "And lastly, I have replicated the second hole here in the 3rd. I borrowed some of the original cord that was attached and used it as a passage to the cavity I have added filled with seeds ready for Runner fertilization." 

What? This thing had given me a second ass hole? This had to be a bad dream. I closed my eyes tight and waited to wake up but as his cold fingers returned to my pussy it felt so real I panicked more.

"I see, and so I am to use this first one am I?" the dark hands left my breast and he came out from behind me. Covered in dark patches and spots and seeming to sag in places the second alien was now visible to me. I noticed for the first time the aliens weren't wearing clothes. I might not have noticed were it not for the large rod that was poking out from the second alien's body. 

"Yes, sir. There is one trick however. You see the specimen has a blockage to keep you from entering it's womb. Here, let me show you." Cold fingers slid into my pussy and spread it open. Both heads lowered to look inside my opening, I wanted to cry I felt so vulnerable. "You see, here." I felt a painful jab to my cervix. "The solution seems to be to cause convulsions to make this open and close sporadically. We can accomplish this by," the fingers left my pussy, allowing it to close and began to rub my clit, "satisfying the carnal lust this being has.

"How primitive. But I will give it a shot." 

And with that the light green alien stepped back to make room for the dark green saggy patched alien. "Mmmmm, it's been a long time since I've donated to a good cause. I think I am going to enjoy this more than usual." I felt his cold probe of a penis slide into me slowly. I was surprisingly quite wet. I moaned out and whimpered. How was I going to get out of this? 

The slender alien moved up towards my head, "Hello." he greeted me, "I'm sure you have many questions for me. But none of them are important."

"MMm ohhhh yess...this one is tight!" the other moaned.

"Indeed, sir." he turned back to me, "you see you have been selected to save our race and perhaps yours if you co-operate. As a benefit to you I did not remove your blockage which will mean this won't be completely work for you. Although I do apologize, our runners are mere animals and quite savage, they do not have manners such as we, and so for their part it might be a bit more rough But with your co-operation I will ensure your continued stimulation as best I can. You are our last hope and so I must ensure your safety, thus I will do everything I can to keep the runners from injuring your during breeding. Now, lean back and enjoy. Is there anything I can do to help stimulate you further so the captain can breed you quicker? Not that speed is important you see but I understand if you would like to complete the breeding session so you can move forward in the trial."

It was clear I had no alternative choice but to take what was given to me and let these slimy creatures explore my body, or tell them exactly what to do and get some enjoyment out of this breeding. My stomach flopped as I told him to stimulate my clit soft at first and then faster and more firmly in time. The slender creature nodded and moved down to help his captain. 

The captain continued to push into me. Strange noises were coming out of his mouth and throat as he picked up speed, "Well, are you going to start the stimulating process before I complete my donation?"

"Absolutely, sir. I have instructions from the specimen directly so this should be most successful." And with that he began to stroke my clit. The feeling was sensational, it was always more tantalizing when my boyfriend would rub my clit back home. But this foreign feeling of being probed by this alien captain while rubbed by his 1st officer was stimulating even more. I felt myself begin to writhe and push back against the probing. It began to feel good and if I closed my eyes from seeing the alien species I could imagine some human face connected with it instead. 

I began to moan and flex, "mmm oh yeah, she's ready for my seed, she's ready."

"Just 5 more minutes sir, the convulsions are only just beginning."

"Well hurry, I am about to blow my seed deep into this one."

"Yes, sir" I felt something cold touch my hip. I opened my eyes and saw the slender alien now had a rod protruding from his torso. Similar to the first one but seemed shorter and fatter. While he stroked my clit he began to rub his rod in quick rhythm. Oh my god, he was preparing to follow right after the captain. I was going to be double filled. The idea scared and excited me and I began to feel the tingle that said I was close. I screamed out, "She's ready sir, prepare her first with your seed and then when you withdraw I shall donate mine!"

With his 1st officer's permission the captain grabbed onto me with his cold clammy hands and began to pound deeply into me. The 1st officer worked feverishly on my clit and his rod. "Ohhhh rooodoooo mmooooo" the captain moaned and just as I felt myself cumming I felt a jet stream of fluid hit me so hard it knocked me up the table. Before I finished cumming I felt them switch positions and the 1st officer very quickly made haste of his ejaculate. When his jet stream hit me I was in full orgasm. My stomach flexed and spasmed and I opened my eyes to see it swelling as the 1st officer held his final thrust into me. Four of his eyes were closed tight but one of them stared intensely at me. "Sir, if you could flick the switch I will release my hold and remove myself from the specimen." 

"Of course." I looked to see the captain cleaning up his torso of purple goo. He stopped what he was doing to walk towards the bed and flip a switch. The bottom of the bed lifted up and as it lifted the officer fell out of me. I felt my stomach slosh with the switch in weight. My insides tingled, I'd had my boyfriend cum inside me before but I never felt it like that before. I was truly spent and relaxed in post-orgasm bliss. 

The officer took me out of it when he stood by my head and said, "Excellent, you did a good job. Now you shall have 30 of your earth minutes to absorb our seed before we shall lower you for our second round of breeding with our runners. I do apologize as you had no blockage in the hole I created for you and therefore I have no reason to bring you to spasm once again. However, I shall talk to my captain and encourage it as a medical treatment for human mental frailty. After all the runners are not going to be gentle with you. They are interested in two things, destruction and breeding."

He patted me on the head, "But you've been a great breeder so you shall surely be fine. We will see you shortly. "

With that he turned and headed out the passage behind my head. 

That hadn't been so bad, in fact, I'd rather enjoyed the feeling. I was a little apprehensive of the idea of being a gestation creature for these species but if they kept those orgasms coming...perhaps I could put up with a ... litter or two. 

I closed my eyes and fell back asleep

(cont.)

Runners Ch. 02



I slept so well, if it truly was only 30 minutes I must have really needed them after my breeding. I woke to the familiar voice of the first officer as he entered the room.

"Now earthling, how was your sleep?"

I yawned and smiled. 

"Very well. Now let me see how you have done with absorbing our seed." with that his hand went to my belly. He pushed on me a little and I noticed already my stomach was quite firm. He took 3 of his fingers and positioned them on my swollen stomach very quietly. "Excellent, it seems you are gestating quite splendidly. I count maybe 6 eggs are growing and shall soon exit your passage."

Six eggs? How big were they going to get before I passed them? 

"Now, I have some bad news, unfortunately the captain did not approve your physical stimulation during the runners breeding process. Mostly because we could not find any volunteers willing to stimulate you in the presence of a runner while it is breeding. However, the good news is I am confident this experiment will go well and when it does and volunteers see how safe it is they will be lining up to take part in the historical saving of our planet and yours." 

I felt anxious, my nerves were on edge and I was not sure I was up for this anymore. But I didn't really have a choice.

"Now, let us tilt you back," he pressed the button on the bed and it lowered to it's normal position. 

As he did that I felt goo slosh out of me, "Perfectly natural he said," as if he needed to reassure me, "I'm sure you are not used to the expansion of our ejaculate as your species does not expand upon exit." More alien cum sloshed out of me and made a sick splat on the ground. 

"This next part is soon, being that it shall be rough and since I can not stimulate you I thought perhaps to allow you to walk around and such before we prepare you. I can free your appendages but you must first acknowledge that trying to run will only prove futile as you are in space and have no real idea on how to return to your home planet. You could run around the ship screaming and crying but you'd eventually be caught and quite likely severely punished. Can you agree this is not ideal?"

I nodded. 

"Very good. So would you like to take a walk around?"

I nodded again. 

"Very well, I shall give you ten of your earth minutes while I prepare your table for the next breeding session." and with that he flicked a switch and I was free of my bindings. 

I sat up, slid off the bed and looked around. As I walked around I noticed my belly swayed and had an amount of weight to it. I had a strange maternal instinct and my hand went to my stomach. 6 babies, sure not completely human, but not completely alien either. They were my 6 babies. What was going to happen to them? 

Time passed quickly as I wandered around the lab rubbing my engorged belly, "alright, the table is ready, please return now." I turned and noticed the table had a bend to it. 

I looked at the officer and then back at the bed. I noticed a hole in the bed, what was supposed to go there? My ass? My stomach flopped with panic.

"Oh, perhaps you do not understand, you see I have prepared your third hole, but in order to give them access we need to have you on your stomach." He looked at my swollen stomach, "And of course this is no longer an ideal option as you are with litter. So we have designed the table to accommodate your new belly while still giving optimum access to the runners when they mount you." 

I understood now, I climbed up, wedged my belly into the hole in the table and bent over the fold in the table.

A button was pressed and clamps went over my limbs again another button tilted me forward and spread my legs while lowering them and increasing the fold. I could not possibly be more exposed. 

"I shall now walk you through this and it is important you pay close attention for these creatures can be quite aggressive during breeding."

He walked in front of me and looked me square in the face. "First I shall prepare your third hole for them, making it desirable in both scent and texture. I shall also plug your first and second hole to eliminate errors. After I have finished preparing your entrance I shall depart."

He took a step back and revealed the door in front of me, "After my exit you will hear a buzz sound as we release the first runner. It may be quiet at first but don't be fooled, it is quite dangerous. We have taken every measure to reduce risk to you. We have special muzzles to protect you from any acid it may spit or any bites it might try to induce. we have also equipped it with strong shoes to protect you from it's claws cutting you open."

My heart fluttered and I gulped in fear, he continued, "However, if any of our measures should fail, I will be watching from a hidden camera and will flick an escape button. This will release you from your bondage and you must immediately run for the exit I leave through. If this happens and you make it to the exit with sufficient time before the runner does we will be able to release you. Otherwise you will be at it's mercy. Do you understand everything?"

I nodded.

"Excellent, well let's get you prepared." he walked to a table filled with instruments and pulled out a long metal looking probe. He walked behind me and in a few seconds I felt a cold metal sliding up inside my ass. I heard the officer writing down some data and then he clicked something and I felt a stream of slime hit my anal walls. Or at least the walls of my second anus. 

"Alright, you are ready, best of luck. When this is over we shall prop you up once more and then it's all fun and games until it's time to deliver and see if the experiment worked." With that he walked out the door in front of me.

I was left laying spread eagle bent over a table but propped up and downward. The most peculiar position I'd ever been in. My ass tingled, well my second ass, but for everything in my mind it only felt like my ass. I felt full in my pussy, I forgot he had said he was going to plug me up. 

Although the room was a nice temperature I felt goosebumps prickle my arms. What was a runner, what was I in for? I didn't have to wait long. The wooshing sound of a door opening to my left and I saw a creature step in. An alien stood behind it, covered in a stranger uniform from head to toe. It was anxious to get away from the creature and the door quickly shut, separating them. 

The creature jumped at the door, snorted and snarled. I heard a hiss sound and then it jumped back. It must have been trying to use it's acid, but it's protective muzzle would have repelled it back at it. I couldn't help but chuckle at that. It made me think of the shock collars we had back home. Home...would I ever be home again? 

My chuckle caught it's attention, it looked over it's shoulder at me. It's face was mostly covered but from what I could see it had an oval head that ran the longest from shoulder outward to the muzzle on it's face. It walked on all fours and had what appeared to be a tail like appendage on it's back. It was firm but slimy in appearance, and it was getting closer. No scales, no fur, just wet hard shape picking up speed as it approached me. It was almost like a cross between a machine and a being. 

It was just a little thing, what were they so scared of, at least with the muzzle on it couldn't kill anybody. Right? It was right next to me now and I could hear it breathing. It began to sniff me out, right until it reached my ass. A deep rumbling sound came out of it from behind me and then a high shrill screech as it launched at my back. 

There was no warning, no attempt, it launched right at me with it's body and it's dick instantly met it's mark. The pain was incredible. I screamed out in horror as it slammed into me with great fierce, focused thrusts. I'd never been fucked in the ass before and even with the lubrication the officer had provided this felt like being ripped open with knives. 

It grunted and panted on top of my back and at least for my sake it didn't last long. With one deep thrust I felt a shot of hot liquid fill my anal cavity. It burned like a gentle acid might burn but the burning subsided, maybe that was the act of the lubrication the officer had injected me with. After all, these were acid spitting creatures.

The muzzle slapped my back a few times like it was trying to get at me and then with a few failed attempts it slid out of my ass and walked away. A light went on to my right, attracting it in that direction, a door opened and the spent creature wandered out. 

That wasn't so bad, it was short at least. I waited for the door in front of me to open and for the officer to return. But he didn't. Instead the door on the left opened again and in was shoved another runner. This one was angry, it ran around the room, smashing into things and making a mess. 

It was the size of a human, just walking on all fours. It's tail was different than the tail of the other, this one had a stub for a tail. Other than that they were mostly the same. Although what it didn't have in a tail it made up for in it's dick. That thing was huge, and scary looking, it was spiked and angry looking. I gulped, it turned at me and growled. 

I closed my eyes tight, when I opened them it was laying down in front of me. I didn't understand, these things were supposed to be violently interested in breeding. It just lay there like it was going to take a nap. It pawed at it's muzzle. I became scared, if it was successful in getting that off...it was between me and my exit!

A disembodied voice sounded in my head, it was the officer, "I'm so very sorry, evidently after you have already been bred by a runner you lose the scent I injected you with. In the future I will keep a larger supply at the ready and inject you between runners. The only way to increase it's interest at this moment is to add some competition. I was hoping to give you breaks in between but perhaps it's just as well you get this over with fast. I will have a few more officers join me to watch and ensure we don't miss the first sign of trouble. We have your best interest at heart. Hold on tight, this might get rough."

And with that, the door to the left opened and 3 runners were shoved in. The only distinguishing features so far seemed to be size and tails. They had no markings, no difference in color. Each of them looked like solid machines coated in slimy flesh. Even their slime seemed to ooze the same. 

There was a very short one with a long tail, another the size of the one with the stubby tail on it had a tail with knots in it that was still long and the last one frightened me. It too had a stub for a tail but it was smaller than the one currently laying by my face. What frightened me was the rage it showed. It jumped at the door as it closed and I thought for sure it would break it down. It bounded at the other runners in the room. 

If it wasn't for the muzzle they would be dead by now for I heard several hiss noises followed by angry pained growls as it would jump back. I felt confident now that when they hissed they were spitting acid and that the muzzle caused it to burn their own face.

They fought uselessly for a bit until the littlest one noticed me. It jumped up and let out a shrill squeak. It squeaked all the way toward me as it ran. I was scared of the others but this one made me laugh. It was so small, it probably couldn't even reach my ass. I was wrong, oh how wrong was I. 

The littlest runner took a leap without slowing down and landed on my back. It went right for my head, pawing at my shoulders and headbutting my neck. Were I not protected by it's muzzle and claw coverings I would likely have been beheaded by this alien creature. Instead, after a few hiss noises that sent chills up and down my spine I heard it sniff, it turned around on my back, squeaked and headed for my bottom. 

Having reached my ass I felt it's muzzle prod me before it turned itself around, spread it's little legs and began to have it's way with my tucked away ass. It was so small it didn't hurt as much as the first time. But what scared me was how mad it seemed to make the others. 

The other three runners, now noticing me and the tiny one on my back, surrounded me and began growling and hissing. The stubby smaller one leapt and snarled at the small one which ignored it, focused, as the officer said, on destruction and breeding. 

The original stubby one became angry with the shorter stubby one and they began to fight futilely in the corner. The little one began squeaking loudly behind me and within seconds I felt a tiny gust of fluid. It barely made it past my sphincter it was so small. It didn't get to rest itself as the one with the knotted tail dove at it, knocking it out of me and I was immediately filled with the knotted one. 

More growls behind me as the one with deep knots began to ravage my ass. The pain wasn't as strong this time. The knotted one's dick must have had similar appearance to it's tail, it felt like tiny balls being pushed in and pulled out of me. Like what I imagined a cord of beads would feel being repeatedly shoved and yanked out of your ass. 

It's feet slapped against my ribs, hitting me hard like punches to the side. I whimpered in pain, knowing that I'd be covered in bruises later. Just as quickly as it had started it had reached it's climax and I felt that runner's cum filling my ass. It burned like salt on a fresh wound. I cried out in pain as it thrust deep into my ass. The liquid the officer injected was wearing thin. I wasn't sure if I could handle two more runners. 

But as I began to whimper the shorter stubby tailed one looked up. The original stubby one dove towards me but the shorter one smashed it's head hard with a covered claw. The first stubby one flew backwards and hit the floor with a thud. I thought it might be dead, it lay there motionless. 

Without missing a beat the shorter stubby tailed one came growling and screaming at me. The knotted runner ran off screeching to the right door which mercifully opened for it. I couldn't see if it exited because my eyes shut tight in pain as the 4th runner slammed into my ass. The first one was peanuts next to the pain this one caused. I screamed out in pain as it pounded my ass. It felt like 5 dicks shoved in my ass at once for how spread I was. 

It gave me no mercy and the more I screamed the more excited it seemed to get. A few hisses, a few headbutts and several punches to the ribs as it excitedly rode my ass. 

"you're doing excellent, only two more donations and we shall be finished." the voice assured me. Two more? I began to cry. The runner growled and moaned and just as the last runner was coming to I felt it fill me with it's seed. The burning was incredibly painful and I squirmed wishing I could free myself. The runner climbed off me and finally the last one came over. 

It pawed at my ass with it's covered claws. Several punches to my sore ass before it gave up on ripping me open and instead mounted me. The last runner had gapped my ass wide for this one and so the pain had subsided. The runner thrust at high speed into my ass as I heard the previous one leave through the door on the right. I sniffled back from crying before and closed my eyes to try to mentally absorb the pain. 

I felt myself passing out from exhaustion and physical pain. My ass was surely bleeding and ripped open. As the room went dark I felt the start of the last runner's cum hit my walls. Like a knife to my ass I screamed out until I was gone. 

When I woke I was on my back, my lower half lifted, my stomach was huge, blood had pooled around my back and the officer was studying between my legs while shaking his head. 

He looked up at me, "oh, you're awake. I'm terribly sorry for that. Some runners become more aroused in the presence of competitive males. This was supposed to be quick and virtually painless for you. But as I can see, one of our runners became so excited he seems to have engorged your cavity and torn it clean open. We might have to do away with your waste source and expand your cavity to accommodate for size changes such as this. In the meantime, do try to remain comfortable. We shall leave you like this for several earth hours so try to get some sleep. In the morning it shall be nothing but good food and fun while you gestate your litter." 

And with that he left me hanging almost upside down and went out the door above my head. 

What would tomorrow really bring? would it make all this worth it? 

(cont)



Runners Hi



Sara likes to run. I prefer bicycling, running hurts my knees. Cycling covers more ground in less time, and the only thing that ends up hurting is my butt. Runners have loose-fitting suplex outfits. Bikers get padded spandex shorts and gloves. I'll concede air cushioned shoes, but that doesn't compare to Gel seats and 18 gear ratios. I'm considerably faster than dogs. Sara's got a spray, but usually forgets to take it along, relying on her charm I guess.

Speaking of charms; I got to admit, watching her run can certainly be erotic. All that flesh moving in different directions. The guy that came up with jog-bras; I think should be shot, deporting him to Malaysia obviously wasn't good enough. They still import those things, and they certainly do suppress the movement of some of the good parts. Not to mention how hard it is to peel one of those things off someone when they've got five or six miles of sweat in them. 

It's nearly impossible to peel a jog bra off a woman, who's not in the mood to cooperate. Sara's got this reoccurring fantasy, and it's sort of the opposite of mine. Mine is two women pampering me. Massage, lots of smooth, soft, warm, ample feminine flesh doing every nice thing they can think of to ME. 

Jack and Jill (no nursery rhyme jokes please) were almost instantly our friends when we moved into the state. We've done lots of things together over the past three years, but last Saturday was incredible. Better still, Jill made a video of it so I can re-live the experience anytime (within reason) I want. Pay-backs for this are going to be hell. 

I don't have any experience at this, well at least most of this. I feel stupid for a number of reasons. This - this is kidnaping. I'm not even sure I can run fast enough to catch her, if I can't catch her within the first hundred yards this won't work. Plus taking my sex life out into public is scary, not the mention the possibility of meeting a Good Samaritan; or worse, a Professional Samaritan (a.k.a. police officer) would take this beyond the realm of stupid into criminal. Good God the things we do for love, or at least lust.

I'm sure she's going to take this path. Every time the wind is from the east; like today, she 'does' the forest preserve. Maybe she's just going slower today. I hope not, she'll be more rested, therefore possibly faster . . .

"There she is, right on time," says Jill. "Tape is rolling studs." I see the red light come on her camera from all the way across the path where she is hiding by a couple trees. 

"It's show time. Go get her you guys!"

Easier said than done. Jack moves onto the path; bends over and grabs his calf, and the red food color squeezes out between his fingers and starts running down toward his ankle. Now the 'ham' starts limping toward the camera, and has his head turned away from the approaching runner. She's maybe ten yards away and looks like she's going to pass him to my side. Now she seems to have noticed the crimson color on his leg and is slowing down. Five yards and still slowing. Two yards and she's made him; too late, her momentum is going to carry her forward. I step out my hiding place ready to tackle her and I can see her accelerating. 

I've certainly been hit harder, but not since my college days. It's amazing how quickly I'd forgotten how much it hurt to tackle someone, especially without pads. (Mental note: take rugby off the list of leisure activities to try in the future.) 

"Hang on Ted! Help him Jack!" Screams fearless leader from behind the shrubbery. 

Jack grabs her around the waist, and I've still got one of her legs. Within seconds we form a pile of knees and elbows writhing on the ground. I'm digging in my back pocket for handcuffs and trying to find one of her wrists. Finally I get one of the cuffs around a wrist and start searching for the remaining one. 

Jack has his knee between her shoulder blades and is trying to pry the remaining arm out from under her chest. Her head and legs are still flailing about, but eventually we get her hands cuffed behind her back. Jack continues to keep her pinned down to the ground with his knee, while I go looking for our little bag of tricks. 

It's not really much of a collection. Actually it's a roll of duct tape and red rubber ball in a gallon size plastic freezer bag. Returning to our victim, I sit on her legs and begin taping her ankles together. More squirming and threshing about at this time, but it's obvious who's going to win this contest now. After I turn around, Jack takes his knee out of her back, grabs her elbows and pulls them together for me to tape up.

"Okay, roll her over and finish the job. We've got to get moving." Says our director with the camcorder, and we obey. I lift my butt off her legs, rotate her hips, and sit back down on her upper thighs. We're now face to face and I don't think she knows who I am. Must be the ski mask, what a great invention.

I can see fear in her eyes now. She opens her mouth and begins screaming for all she 's worth. Jack grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her head back so I can shove the ball into her mouth. She's still yelling her fool head off, but it's not nearly as loud. I take the plastic bag and slip it over her head. Her eyes are now twice as big, and her head shaking is more violent. I take the roll of duct tape; pull off about 3 feet of the sticky stuff and begin closing the opening of the bag to the base of her neck. Not really tight, but there isn't any air moving into the bag either. Suddenly she becomes very quiet and still, her eyes following me very carefully. 

"Don't forget to blindfold her." That woman is relentless, but she's correct, we can't have her pleading eyes ruin whatever resolve we have left. So it's back to the duct tape, and now I apply wrap after wrap around her head at the eyes and mouth. 

"Want to keep on breathing dearie?" Says Jack. She nods her head and grunts now for all she's worth.

"All rightie then, hold very still while I open some holes under your nose."

Once again she calms herself, as Jack takes a pen knife from his pocket and punctures the plastic. I can hear wind whistling in and out of the bag, and her posture relaxes a bit.

"Pick her up. Come on. Come on! We're wasting daylight guys." Jill turns off the camera after we've moved her into the woods. Some five minutes later we reach the clearing Jill scouted out yesterday. 

"Okay guys, the ropes' are already attached to the tent stakes." Jill has turned the camcorder back on and is documenting our adventure once again. 

"No guys, face her to the tree; not too close, bend her over at the waist, pull her arms up and to the tree. Now tape her arms to the tree." Jack and I turn her around as per the directors' instructions. I remove the handcuffs and wrap tape around her wrists three times, holding them tightly together. I continue using the duct tape to fasten her wrists to the tree. 

Jack and I each grab a leg. Jack uses his pocket knife to separate her ankles. We pull her legs wide apart and wrap rope around each ankle. We might have gotten a bit carried away, because she looks really uncomfortable. I start to loosen up the rope when: she who must be obeyed says . . .

"Leave that the way it is. She can take it." And she's probably right, I'm just too soft for my own good. Besides; this is Sara's fantasy, not mine.

"Okay guys, it's time to strip her. The scissors is next to the tree, and be quick about before she cools off too much."

The shorts were easy. The top was a bit more complex. That running bra was a nightmare. Her panties were soaking wet; but . . . her butt was magnificent. 

"Guys there's a condom for each of you, next to where you found the scissors. Jack you're bigger, so you get her pussy. Ted it's either left overs or use her ass, it's up to you. She doesn't care." 

It's a lovely day in the neighborhood. Temperature is about 85 degrees, a light breeze from the east, did I mention this before? But you know there seems to be a wind-chill when you drop your pants in the middle of the woods. 

"She's too high, I can't reach her" says Jack.

"Don't you make me come over there. Tie her tits to her knees if you need to lower her butt. Come on guys, this ain't rocket science, think about what you're doing." Jill doesn't suffer fools very well. I look around the base of the tree and sure enough she has provided a spool of fishing line. I make a loop and lasso Sara's right nipple and begin tying it to her left knee.

"Pull it tighter, her knees' not moving and neither is her butt." She's right of course. I pull harder and Sara screams into her gag, but her butt does drop a bit. I tie up her other tit and knee the same way and she's got a steady moan going now. I can also smell her pussy juicing up now. She is lubricating very hard right now. I can see it starting to run down her thigh.

Jack moves in behind her and Sara screams into her gag. I can see the muscles in her shoulders, back and legs straining. Her breasts despite the lines tied to her legs are swaying with each stroke. Less than five minutes and her first fucking has ended almost as abruptly as it started.

My turn. She looks terrible. Sweat is running off her neck and breasts. Her fingers have a slightly blue tinge and the inside of the plastic bag on her head is beginning to accumulate little droplets of moisture.

"The longer you wait, the longer she stays tied up. Get with it Ted." More directors' wit and wisdom. Maybe I'll skip my turn.

"She looks terrible, let's just untie her."

"No way Ted, she's expecting to get gang banged. Once is not a gang. This is her fantasy, not yours. Now get with the program."

Program indeed. She wants' a banging, a banging she gets. Here's something to remember me by dear. I take aim on her ass hole. She wails into her gag for almost the entire four or five minutes it takes for me to cum. When I'm finished, we both look terrible.

"What else?" I ask.

"Put Jack's knife in her hand and get this stuff picked up. It's time to go. Don't forget your lines." Says Jill.

"Does she really want to be called all those names?" I ask.

"Think of it as acting. She needs it to put a finish on the drama."

"Okay, okay." I turn to Sara, put my lips next to her ear and with as mean a voice as I can muster say.

"Thanks for the party you slut. You got a great pussy. You're definitely the best whore I've had in months. Your checks' in the mail bitch. Ha. Ha. I put a knife in your hand, let yourself out. I've got better things to do. Like fuck your sister."

We go sit down at the picnic table and watch as she starts working on her predicament. I did a pretty good job, it must have taken her twenty minutes before she got her hands free. When she's finished, Jill hands her a towel, removes a wash cloth from a baggie and gives it to her.

"Your clothes are in the duffle bag when you're ready. How was it?"

"Good, but those guys talk too much. I recognized Jack right away and knew they were doing my kidnap fantasy. It's distracting you know." Sara says.

"Hey, we haven't done this before. Give us a break." Says Jack.

"Yeah, it's not like this is something we could practice for." I say.

"Say now there's an idea. Let's just consider this practice for when you do me next weekend" says Jill.

Pay-backs are hell. Let me tell you. 



Runners Hi the Segue



"Hey Ann. How would go about tying up your lover if he wasn't going to cooperate?" I yelled as I ran up the stairs from my basement office. I had written myself into a corner again and was really focused on the deadline in two days so I was looking for a little brainstorming help from my soul mate.

"Hi Kathy. Sorry Ann, didn't realize you had company. I'll catch you later."

"What were you asking?" said Kathy.

"Oh nothing important." I said. I couldn't remember if she's one of Ann's friends that know about my sideline.

"It's okay Ter . . . " said Ann. "Kathy found one of the web sites the other day. We were just hinting around the subject. You might as well sit down and join in. I'm sure she's already developed some impressions, and she may as well get it from the horses' mouth."

'Impression' now there's a carefully chosen word. My impression was one of this not being a really good idea. That I was about to be even more uncomfortable than some of the damsels in my short stories. If that was possible. Horses have it good, their marvelous design precludes the ability to insert a hoof in mouth. Homo sapiens are another matter entirely.

"What do you wish to know?" I thought leading questions would only make matters needlessly complex. 

"Well I read a short story called 'Runner's Hi' on one of the web sites the other day and I thought I recognized you two and Jay and Jane who just moved into town last year. After I thought about it, I decided to ask Ann about her jogging through the Forrest Preserve and see where it ran, so to speak?"

"So?"

"So . . . I guess there was some truth to the fiction I read then."

"There is always some truth in fiction, you have to stick to what people will believe or it won't hold their interest." I said.

"Yeah, but you weren't just retelling some police blotter crime report, were you?"

That was a clever lure if I ever heard one. A lot like someone asking 'if you'd stopped beating your wife,' no way to come out of that smelling like anything but a rat.

"So. . . . what do you want to know?"

"If that article is mostly true, why do that?"

"Before I answer, let me ask you a personal question? How did the article affect you?"

"Well since it was on a bondage site, I assumed it was supposed to be erotic, and on some level I guess it was. But it was scary also, maybe too close to reality on some other levels."

"How are you on roller coasters?"

"What does that have to do with . . . Oh I get it, adrenaline and intensity of experience that kind of thing. Sure, but those things are tested safe for people before I get on one."

"Well we didn't just decide one Saturday morning to take a field trip to the Forest Preserve to tie up Sara."

"So you did write that article, and Sara was Ann." 

"Something like that."

"Why don't we let her think on that for a few minutes. We'll discuss your original problem. What are you writing about today?" Asked Ann.

"Okay . . . The 'dungeon dude' has two women tied up. After tickling them, he has gone upstairs to prepare their evening restraints, when one the girls discover that she is able to wiggle loose. They decide that they want to reverse the roles on the guy. After getting free how would they go about it? Physically one on one it's doubtful they could over come him without use of deadly force. They supposedly are lovers, but conversation alone won't do it either. They are going to need some kind of plan. Timing will probably be a big part of it."

"Is this how you work through writing the stories? Talking about it."

"Mostly, or we'll break up the action up into modules and test them individually in the safety of our homes. To work out the kinks, if you'll pardon the expression."

"Funny, ha ha. Doesn't that take some of the fun out of it?"

"Maybe . . . but better safe than sorry, lets you play another day. Besides it's the accumulative effect that becomes greater than the whole. We all knew how handcuffs worked before the field trip, and Jane prepared everything we were going to need before hand."

"How long did you guys plan that gig in the woods?"

"That one took almost a month, but some of that was bad weather delays on the weekends. Usually a week to ten days is normal. If you can call this normal."

"Was that you who tackled Ann?"

"Yeah, it's usually best for the pairs to do it to each other. Not that Jay would be any harder or softer on her than I would, but I'm not real good about watching someone else beat up on my wife. Butter-buns is another matter."

"What's buttered buns?"

"Watching someone else do your significant other. It can be extremely erotic. Especially if she's having a good time, it can be very instructive."

"I'll take your word for it." Kathy voiced that to Ann.

"It allows one to 'borrow' ideas on how to please one's mate."

"I believe you." Kathy was really looking for a segue off the topic now.

"Really? Have you ever been tied up for sex?" I said.

"I don't think I want to share that with you."

"Trust issues are a big part of bondage. You don't do any of this unless you trust the person or persons involved. That's one reason couples don't start something like this the first date. You need time to work into it. Usually after you've had sex with him, so you know intimately how he will treat you. Both then and the morning after, because some guys change a bit later on." Said Ann.

"No kidding."

"Hey, I always told my daughters to get used to it. They were going to kiss a lot of toads before they found their 'Prince Charming'. It's not pretty, it's just the way it is."

"Yeah, whatever."

"I didn't mean to lecture, on second thought I guess I did. Anyway we all know what it's like to give and get in these fantasies. We have our preferences, and since they are known to the group; and held in confidence, we work out our adventures accordingly."

"A group therapy approach?"

"Yeah, very funny."

"Seriously . . . you test your ideas against the people in your, what would you call it 'a club'?"

"A 'group' minus the therapist, because we're just poor lunatics. As opposed to yuppie neurotics who can afford real couch time."

"That's not what I meant . . . "

"Ease up Terry. The concepts are new to her. It takes a while to learn the vocabulary and the rules. Everybody is different, remember?" Scolded Ann.

"I'm sorry. I get carried away. Cape'd crusader at your service madam."

"That's a fantasy for another time. Back to the 'Dungeon Dude' project."

"Ahhh yes my pretty."

"You two definitely have vivid imaginations."

"The better to see into your soul with my dear, said he smacking his lips. Come closer Little Red Riding Hood, let me get a really good lick . . . er . . . look at you."

"That is sooo over the top."

"I know, but it's easier to edit then create. So we prune it down later and just go with the flow, when it's flowing. So to speak."

"So where's 'Dungeon Dude' when the women are free of their fetters?'

"Upstairs moving back and forth from the living room to the bedroom. He's setting up a post to tie the girls to as if they were Indian princesses. Lots of rope and leather thongs I imagine. I'd attach the leather to the top of the post to tie their wrists above their heads and use the rope on their torso and legs. That way you can get them quickly secured and take your time roping their bodies, playing with them etc."

"What's available to the girls from the basement dungeon?"

"Good question Kathy. I don't know. Presumably if one of them wiggled free that would have had to been rope or leather, but the other one could have been in manacles or leather. Keys would have been somewhere close by."

"Then handcuffs would be a possibility?" said Ann.

"Sure, this is fiction. Most things are possible. Within limits of course."

"I'd go for an ambush in the bedroom, away from the post he's preparing. Just in case we aren't successful." Said Kathy. "That way he only gets one of us with the handcuffs."

"Not true, he might get one wrist from each of you cuffed, then what?" I said.

"They would have to help each other to prevent that." Said Kathy.

"Maybe you want to keep them out of sight until you gain control of the subject." Said I.

"Yeah, good idea. Maybe we could drop a sheet over him and wrap a rope around him."

"That might hold him for three or four minutes if he doesn't see it coming, then what?"

"We'd have to keep tying him up, get his legs, wrap rope around his arms." Said Kathy.

"Tape maybe, we don't have to make knots that way, just wrap it around him." Said Ann.

"You guys are way past the acquisition phase. How do you initially gain control over him? That's what I'm trying to figure out." I said.

"We'd just smile at him; and jump on him, or something."

"I like that, 'smile or something'. That should do it. Why didn't I think of that?"

The two women then looked at each other and looked back at me, and as if one mind and in chorus said . . . 

"Fuck you, you asked us remember."

"Sorry I brought it up. Excuse me whilst I go to powder my nose." With that I left for the smallest room of the house wondering to myself why I bother. I should have known this was going to be an exercise in futility. 

After the 'other' pause that refreshes I exit the water closet and Ann's waiting for me in the hallway. Her posture seems to indicate an agitation of spirit has possessed her. She indicates that she wishes to speak to me in the bedroom. I follow her into our room, as I clear the door she says.

"Shut the door please."

As I turn to close the door, it swings shut without my intervention, and Kathy launches her body toward my chest. I feel Ann grabbing for my shoulders as my body begins its descent toward our bed. What a mixture of grunts and giggles as these two roll me onto my chest and start wrestling my arms behind me. I wasn't too worried until I felt my handcuffs being applied. The leg irons looped through the handcuffs was a nice touch. I imagine they were Ann's panties that got taped into my mouth, but then again. 

How long do you suppose they're going to leave me like this?



Runner's High



A friend had just left for class and I'm sitting in the Student Union nursing a cup of tea, resisting pulling some stuff out of my backpack and starting studying when I notice Chad Brown looking at me and then heading toward me. Chad and I barely know each other, although we've shared at least one class. He's quite the hunk. Tall, thin. Looks to me like a swimmer with a long, lean but muscular body. Great shoulders. Good enough looking, dark hair. Sort of long nose to match his long body. I've heard the old rumor about the size relationships between noses and cocks but have never been able to either verify it or prove it false.He's never shown any interest in me but I'd sure be willing to consider him if he did.

"Hi, Nancy," he says, sitting at the table across from me. So he's decided to notice me. "I understand you're planning on running the marathon next week. So am I."

Well, that's a surprise. "Yes, I am. I didn't know you had any interest in marathons."

"I've never run one before but how tough can it be when thousands sign up?"

"Are you a runner? I mean, have you run other distances? Are you runnning now, getting in shape for the marathon?"

"I ran a 10K in high school and no, I'm not doing any running right now."

"You're probably going to find the marathon very difficult. You realize it's a little more than four 10K's all in a row?"

"But you're running in it?"

"Well, yeah."

"And you plan to finish?"

"Yeah."

"Well then, how tough can it be if a girl can do it?"

Fuck. He's that much of a chauvinist. How do I handle this. "My plan is to better my time. I've run a couple marathon's before. I've been running every day for months to get ready for this. Most people who just show up with no preparation fail to finish. It's very, very grueling. The last miles really separate the haves and have nots."

"So you think I won't finish?"

"I didn't say that. I don't know you well enough. Don't know what shape you're in. But most people doing what you apparently are planning on doing don't finish. Don't even come close."

"So you don't think I'll finish?"

"As I said before, I never really said that but if you push me, yeah, I guess I don't think you'll finish."

"I bet you I will."

"No. It really is not important to me whether you finish or win the whole thing. Why should I bet? Besides, I have nothing to bet, I'm barely making it as it is, I can't bet money on anything, even a sure winner."

"Well, I'll bet I do. And you have something great to put up, something better than money. If I finish, I get to have sex with you."

"What? You insufferable . . " What is this shit head doing to me? I hate him. "I don't think you understand women at all. At least decent women. I realize there are whores who sell sex for money and there are sluts who have sex just for the heck of it but most women consider sex something private and great involving a strong emotional connection with the guy involved. You don't make sex the object of a bet like you might a couple dollars or some beer."

He grins. "You're really pissed off aren't you?"

"Of course I am. You come up out of nowhere and tell me you plan on fucking me without considering what I want in any way."

"Well, you're a pretty girl with a great body, it's true that I'd love to fuck you. You say emotion has to be involved. Well, I'm sure that before I'm done you'll be emotional."

"But the emotion is supposed to be love, not hate, you insufferable bastard. As far as I'm concerned, go ahead and try to run a marathon, maybe we'll all luck out and you'll have a heart attack or drop dead somehow." His mouth drops open. "I'm sorry," I add, "I don't wish you dead at all, that was just from anger, more than I should have said. But the insufferable bastard part stays."

He grins. "You really get worked up pretty quick. I bet sex with you will be very, very good."

I grab my pack and shove my stuff in it and stand and start away, turning to blurt out, "You wish!"

 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

I ran the marathon. I did manage to better my time. I'm not a threat to win but I'm doing o.k. Chad did start the race but he never finished. I asked around and my understanding is that he started fast and tuckered even faster, making it through about six miles of the 26+ before sitting down on the curb. He got up after a while and got in maybe another mile before giving up.

 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

I run every morning at 6:00 am. I'd love to road run but I don't want to be off somewhere alone so I run on the school track. There is always someone else around, often several. Then one morning, Chad shows up and tries to talk to me as I run and he tries to keep up. Fortunately I manage to outrun him and leave him behind easily. The next morning he's there and the next and the next. He becomes a regular just like me. 

One day, he waits until we finish and as we're both walking to cool down, he says, "I never finished the marathon. You were right."

"Yeah, I heard."

"That's why I'm running, to get into some sort of shape and try again sometime."

"So you're planning on being serious about this and keep it up?" He indicates that he is.

I'm running to keep in shape, not to win anything, so I'm not going fast. Well, maybe a fast jog. So, after perhaps three weeks, he's going at roughly the same speed as me. I run for an hour, that's perhaps seven miles at the speed I'm going. So he does an hour also. Most days he does say something to me, even if it's just hello. But he doesn't bug me, he just keeps showing up and getting better and better.

Finally, after one morning's run, I say to him, "Road running would probably be better than going round and round this track. I've avoided it because I'm afraid of being out in the middle of nowhere alone. Would you like to run with me on a road sometime?"

That started us. For months now we've runevery morning. We take different routes, some through the city, some over country trails, some along roads. We start stretching it, going further and faster but we don't take much more time. We both have classes to make each morning. On our return, I head to my dorm and he goes to his fraternity house. The first thing I do back in the dorm is shower, I guess he does the same because we both look presentable when we're in class later.

He asks me out. Says there's a good movie and would I go with him and then perhaps for some dessert or something. We've run together long enough and talked often enough that I feel like I know him fairly well and he seems much nicer than that first time. Besides, I've noticed that long, lean body of his and he looks good.

Nothing odd about the date. It was a good movie, then we had ice cream. No problem talking, very comfortable with each other. Back at my dorm he comes close and I look up at him and he kisses me, keeps kissing, gets his arms around me and holds me close. I kiss back, We actually trade tongues a little. I can feel his erection against me, it turns me on a little. I had a steady boy froend in high school and once we got around to it we had sex a lot. I've missed that here in college. A lot. Instead, I've studied hard and long, run a lot, and kept busy with other things. And masturbated. But that kiss definitely turned me on.

"Would you like to go for a walk in the country with me tomorrow or Sunday?" he asks, still holding me and pressing his erect cock into my abdomen. 

A walk in the country? Why not, whatever that might mean. "Sure," is all I say.

"My family used to vsit a ranch not far from here when I was a kid. There's a nice stream that forms sort of a pond at one point. It's pretty and it isn't that hard to get to. My cousin still owns the ranch, although some of it has been sold and it's just a weekend or vacation home for him now. He told me I could go whenever I want, the stream's still there. He and his family won't be there this weekend though. I'll buy some sandwiches and a bottle of wine so we can have sort of a picnic. Dress for a short hike, it's a couple miles off any road."

I masturbate hard as soon as I get up to my room. I'm going to have that cock of his tomorrow, one way or another. I try to sleep and can't. I bring myself to another orgasm, not as huge as I hoped, but it seems to calm me enough to sleep. The next morning I dress in shorts and sneakers and a button up blouse that I left unbuttoned more than I should. I toyed with the idea of going commando but ended up wearing my standard panties and bra. When he saw me, he said "You look really sexy in that outfit."

He's in shorts, too, and although I'd seen his body often while we ran, the sight of him turns me on again. "Thanks, so do you," which is pretty lame but all I could come up with at the moment. Then we drive. And we drive. It ends up almost two hours, heading East through L.A. and out into the boondocks. Southern California is basically desert so I'm used to seeing desolate areas. It also has very high mountains, which have their own beauty. But where we are is different and not what I'm used to here. It's rolling hills and grassland, meadows, with a scattering of trees. We climb some to get here so it's probably at some slight altitude at least but the day is gorgeous. It's spring but the weather is summer, mid eighties perhaps and very dry, the humidity must be below 30 %. The longer we drive, the hornier I get. I'm about to reach over and unzip him and pull out that cock just to see what it's like. I bet that would surprise him. We're on a side road and turn on to an even more narrow road and then he pulls off into a dirt road that leads into grassland and in just about the length of the car there's a fence and closed gate. He gets out and unfastens the gate and swings it open, comes back and drives through and then gets out to close the gate behind us. The track in front of us shows that it's been used as a road but not a lot because it's almost all grass.

"That gate is never locked but I think I'm better off closing it behind us just in case some dumb tourist sees it open and decides to drive in. This way we're guaranteed privacy."

That's fine with me, I hadn't thought of it but I wouldn't want a stranger to walk in on us naked and fucking. He goes on perhaps half a mile and turns the car around in a spot that looks as if it's been used for that before. "From here, we walk but it isn't far." he tells me. He tosses a small back pack on and off we go. It's slightly up hill and as we reach the top of the rise I see some trees ahead of us, native California oaks, I think. "Those trees show where the stream is, " he says. "and we're just up that way a little to where the stream backs up to form a small pond."

We get there and it's beautiful. A couple large trees give scattered shade and the little pond looks as if I could cross it with a dozen swimming strokes. I wonder if it's deep enough for swimming. "This is really beautiful Chad," I tell him and pull him to me a little. I look up at him and we kiss. I get my tongue into him and he responds. I hold him close and he holds me close and I can feel that erection pressing into my abdomen again. I break the kiss, still holding him, "Is that pond deep enough for swimming?"

"My brother and I used to swim here a lot, skinny dipping. Some of our cousins joined us at times."

I tried to look sexy. I hope he thought so. "Skinny dipping? Well, that gives us a good excuse to get naked, doesn't it?"

In reply, he lets go of me, swings the backpack off and sets it on the ground, then starts unbuttoning his shirt. I quickly follow. Soon, I'm completely naked and he's ready to push down his briefs so I kneel in front of him and help pull them down. I know it's a corny description but it's true in this case that his erection leaps at me as his briefs pass it and almost slaps me in the face. I grab it as his briefs go to the ground and he steps out of them. A terrific cock. Long like him. Noticeably longer that the only other cock I'd ever been familiar with. Same thickness so I could almost get my fingers to meet as I wrapped a h and around it. 

I kiss the tip. I turn my head to lick up along a side, then the other side. I use my other hand to hold and fondle the wrinkled sack holding his balls. I feel hypnotized by that lovely big cock. I get my lips around the head and lick and suck a little. I slide my lips down. I'll never get all of this in my mouth, I think to myself. I'm sure I'm grinning. Or grinning in my mind. In fact my jaws are stretched open to fit my lips around this. But I'm very, very happy. I think I hum a little or maybe it's a moan of pleasure. I lick and suck and taste him and back off a little only to slide down and take him in again, then again. I moved my hand from his balls down to my vagina to start fingering myself. This is pure sex, just what I've been dreaming of. I've only sucked one of these before so I'm probably not perfect but I love what I'm doing so I hope that shows. I start running my fingers right behind and then ahead of my lips, masturbating him with both my lips and my fingers, while I lick and suck and moan in sensual satisfaction. 

I know it will happen. I want it to happen. I want to taste him. But it's a surprise when a load strongly hits the back of my throat. I move my lips back some, keeping the head in my mouth but leaving room for what's about to fill me. He shoves his hips forward with each spurt, four or five times, four or five loads. I swallow. I take all of his cock that I can fit into my mouth and grip it tight and slide my lips back, trying to get every last drop that I can. It's like that old coffee commercial, good to the last drop. And then I go back on my heels, kneeling there, holding his cock and just looking at it, smiling. Then I look up at him.

He bends down, gets his hands under my armpits and lifts me and holds me against him and kisses me. My toes are just above the ground, he's holding me up with his arms and his body. Then he gets one arm around my back and another around my butt and lays me flat on my back on the ground as he lays atop me. He kisses me some more. We exchange tongues, then he's kissing my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. His hands are at my breasts. He kisses and licks and sucks a nipple, then the other. He kisses down over my stomach. I spread my legs in anticipation, in hope. He's soon there and I move my knees back to me and his fingers pull my pussy lips apart and his tongue goes in. I'm sure he's better at this than I was sucking him. At least it seems to me that he's a pro because nothing could feel any better than everything he's doing. I think I come close to passing out, I have no idea of how much time is involved, and I'm cumming. I can hear myself moaning, making sort of guttural sounds, and he gets a face full of my fluids.

Then he slides up over me, I keep my legs where they are and reach down with one arm to help aim him into me and fortunately that's exactly what he wants. I can feel him pushing between my lips, my insides getting forced open as his cock moves up into me. This is all much, much more that I had even dreamed of as I masturbated. "Do I need to pull out before I cum?" he asks. 

"Just fuck me," I tell him. "Fuck me. Fuck me." and I'm moaning and grunting and loving every moment. He's all the way in and starts pulling out. I push my hips up to keep him in me and then he's pushing back in. Over and over and over. Slow and beautiful. "Yes," I say. And then again. "More." He continues to pump in and out of me, it's driving me nuts. And then I can feel it. I'm cumming again. He can feel it, too. My insides grab him, I'm sure, because he pushes in and holds it. As I start to relax, he starts pumping again. More and more. "Harder." I tell him. I want him to just pound me. "Faster." He's banging into me. It's absolutely glorious. I'm yelling, I can hear myself. I don't know if my orgasm ever ended or if this is a new one but here it is again. I sort of scream as my insides grab him. I wrap my legs up around him to hold me to him. He bends his back enough to get his face down to my level and kisses me on the lips. He pulls completely out.

"Turn over. On your knees." I do what he says and I can feel that cock starting in to me again, pushing it's way through my insides, opening me. He must hit bottom somewhere, his cock is so long. It feels as if he's into my stomach. And it feels perfect. As he starts pulling out and pushing in again, I push back with my hips. Soon, he's holding my butt and pounding into me even harder and faster than he did before. I'm pushing back and getting forced forward with every stroke. I can hear myself again even though I'm not consciously trying to yell. This is the greatest experience yet, even better than the first time I fucked my boyfriend back in high school. And then I can feel him shooting off in me. He pushes in and holds it as he unloads. That triggers me into still another orgasm and I know my insides are squeezing him, trying to get all of his sperm into me in some animalistic reflex. 

He pulls out and lays to the side, on his back. I roll over and get about half on him, my one leg on him and my wet pussy, dripping his sperm, on his hip. I kiss him and he kisses back. "That was the best experience of my life," I tell him. I don't know why I feel I need to explain but I do, "I went steady in high school and we finally got around to sex and then did it often. So you're my second. And there's no comparison, you are the best by far. I sure hope we do this often." I kiss him again. He has an arm around me and another on my ass. He feels my ass.

"I've watched you running for months, dreaming of getting into you like we just did. I think I must have spent half our miles out running with a hard on, just looking at your body."

"I was feeling the same about you. I've wondered about your cock. Almost the first time I saw you I wondered if the stories about a long slim body meaning a long cock were true or not. I guess they are because you have a much longer cock than my boyfriend in high school did. I shouldn't do that, does it bother you for me to mention my only other guy I've had sex with?"

"No, mention anything you want, just make sure I manage to get at that lovely pussy of yours some more."

"I hoped you would do what you did. My room mate and other girls have said some guys don't do oral and I love doing oral and getting oral. I love the feel and taste of your cock in my mouth."

"And your pussy is delicious."

"I've been on the pill for over a year and I was beginning to wonder if I was stupid to keep taking it here at college because I had no need to. I was too busy studying and working to get with a guy. I'm glad it's finally happened and I'm glad it's with you. I was ready for you since I first saw you. And this is a perfect spot for this. I kiss him again. I realize I 'm draining a lot of his cum and mine on him. "I'm draining all over you. Maybe we should try that skinny dipping."

He grins. "It's probably very cold," he says. 

I climb off him and stand and look at the pond. I walk to it and step one foot in. It is cold. Too cold. I've been in this situation before. I mean, it's over eighty degrees, the water's come miles from where it was melted snow, it can't be that bad. I purposely almost run a couple steps and then dive forward, a flat dive and hit the water and sink under. Wow! It's cold. I come up and get my feet under me. I can touch bottom but I purposely stay covered up to my neck. I look toward where Chad is. "C'mon in. chicken," I yell. He grins and does what I did, running in a bit and then diving forward. He comes up next to me. "Shit, this is cold!" I get an arm around him and kiss him, pulling my body against him. "If I stay here my cock is going to shrink so small it'll take an hour to thaw and be usable again."




Runners High



Runner's High

Step.

Step.

Step.

The monotonous rhythm of my feet on the forest floor hardly registered anymore. I felt my heels sink a little in the soft ground then my body moved forward and pressed the balls of each foot until finally my toes touched the ground and I pushed off to make my body maintain its speed. Slight pain registered in my legs, indicating that I had been running for a while now, but that wasn't something to worry about yet. I felt drops of sweat on my back as I perspired faster than it evaporated, even on this warm day. My hair seemed to be continuously plotting to block my vision; I kept pushing it away but it came back as soon as I did.

I heard birds around me but only occasionally saw one. Oh look, a squirrel! And...

Oh my!

It's the guy who takes the same route I do. We have been seeing each other during runs now for the past few weeks, occasionally making small talk and I have been getting more and more interested in him. He looks okay, not overly handsome, but he has a certain aura around him that attracts me to him. I'm not sure what it is. I took my usual position next to him, ready to talk about the weather and daily events. I had been debating whether or not to take it a little further but did not have the courage yet to ask. He might say no.

"Want to try a little competition?"

His words pulled me out of my daydreaming and I looked at him. He had a playful smile on his face that I had not seen before; he was clearly up to something.

"What kind of competition?"

"Who is fastest getting to the parking lot at the end?"

"Okay, I can do that. So what does the winner get then?"

"Mmmm, interesting question," he said. "You know, I have been looking at you for quite a while now. The winner gets the other for one hour."

"Say what!"

"Hey, just an offer; I noticed how you have been looking at me. It's just a fun idea to spice things up."

"I wasn't angry," I said. "Okay, let's do it. I am going to win you know!"

"Well, let's go then. Ready, steady, GO!"

While I accelerated I just thought about how I'd gotten myself into this. I liked the idea though, having him for myself for one hour, ha-ha! This was going to be fun. I felt the excitement running through me while I ran. I had started a little faster and I heard him breathing behind me. It stimulated me immensely to just try to run a little harder and create some distance while in my mind ideas started to form; what I could do with him when I won or...what he would do to me if he won. Oh the possibilities, this was going to be so much fun.

When I passed a bunch of trees close together the forest slowly opened up. There! I could see the parking area. I was going to win; he was going to be mine.

SLAM!

My face hit the dirt before I realized I'd fallen on the slippery slope on the way to the parking lot. I quickly got up only to get some extra mud in my face due to him passing by. I ran after him, approaching him fast, but he made it just a few seconds before me. He looked back and smiled.

"I won," he said. 

"Yes you did," I replied. 

"Time for my reward then; you're mine."

"Okay, okay, just let me catch my breath."

"You are dirty with mud."

"Yes I know." 

"Take your clothes off," he said.

"What! Here?"

"There is nobody here at this hour and you know that. Take them off and put them in the car."

I did as he asked; I was scared, but on the other hand excited. Nobody had been that firm with me before and the thought of being seen not only made my heart race but excited me. Next he told me to run after him, back into the forest. Feeling the wind on my skin, touching my nipples and playing with my pussy got me so horny. I could have just jumped him here but I did as asked and followed him.

He told me to get on my knees before him. I did and looked up with big questioning eyes. What would he want with me? Well I could see what he wanted; he was getting a huge hard-on in front of my eyes. I did not wait and started to strip down his pants and grabbed his erection in my hands. I kept it pointed up and started to lick and nibble on it. That met with his approval. He placed his feet in a more steady position and started to enjoy his moment of victory. I teased the top, playing with my lips and my tongue. "Do it," he said and I took him in my mouth, sucking at it until I could hear him moan at the touch of my tongue.

He made me stop and took me to a tree that had fallen and lie on it. He got between my legs, which I put on his shoulders for balance. His eager tongue drilled inside my pussy. I closed my eyes, relaxing beneath the touch of his mouth. I could hear the buzz of insects in the forest, activated by the early heat of the day. His tongue found my clit and started to play with it while his fingers closed in and penetrated my pussy. The trunk of the tree rubbed my back; I liked the sturdiness of the bark. A slight wind played with my exposed breasts. The thought of anyone passing by and what they would see got me so excited. That thought and the touch of his tongue pushed me over the edge and I screamed as he brought me to a very intense orgasm. 

He pulled me up and turned me, putting my hands on the tree. He grabbed my hips and pushed his cock inside me. I watched the forest, remembering that the path where I tend to run wasn't that far from here. Other runners could pass us by and I might actually see them. I had another orgasm just thinking about being so exposed, with him moving inside me. I could not help but moan and moan. Please let nobody hear it, please! 

He groaned and moaned; I could feel his hands tensing up and his rhythm changed as he came inside me. We sat on the tree for a moment, still touching each other. Then he got up.

"Wait here, I will get your clothes."

While he went to get my clothes I was reliving the events. I remembered slowing down just before the parking lot. I could have won the race even after the fall, yet I did not. Why? I don't know, maybe I just wanted to let him win, to see what he was going to do. I looked in the direction of the parking lot and could vaguely see him moving between the trees.

As he walked towards the parking lot, he looked back for a moment and took another look at his prize. Wow, she was something! He got another erection just thinking about what they had just done. On his way to the car he retrieved the bucket that he had used to water down the slope this morning. It had worked quite well to win the game. That and the fact that he had not actually run the whole way; he had taken a shortcut to the spot where he knew she would be. 

I know, I cheated, he thought, but the result was worth it.

He got her clothes out of the car and walked back to the spot where they'd had sex. "Here you are. Same time next week? You might win this time?"

"We'll see," she laughed. "You did well; I could hardly keep up."

"May the best runner win and claim the prize! See you next time."

"Bye!"



Runner's High



When Kyle pulled in to his usual spot at Brooklawn Park he was glad to see the lot was nearly empty, which meant the jogging path would be deserted. It wasn't a surprise. Sweat was already pouring off his face and neck and he hadn't even stretched yet. Only a fanatic like him would brave humidity like this, which was fine with him. The less people the better. 

The heat wasn't too bad, it was only the mugginess making it so uncomfortable. But it wouldn't make a difference once he got going. In fact he liked it. On days like this he would purge every last bit of stress from his body and he never slept as well as after a good sweaty 10 mile run. 

His loose-fitting Dri-Fit gym shorts and tank top allowed for maximum ventilation and would keep him as cool as he could possibly be under the circumstances. The only thing that wasn't loose was his jock strap keeping his cock and balls tightly contained, though the stretchy mesh allowed him to breathe. He hated seeing dudes flapping in the breeze on the jogging trail. And with his size, it would practically be a public menace. 

Halfway through his warm up his dark curls were already plastered to his skull and rivulets were just pouring down his neck. It was a sauna outside. But he had the afternoon off from work, for once. He wasn't going to let a little heat stop him.

He loved this park. Half the well-trodden path ran through open hills, the other half through forest. He didn't know what they were—oaks or elms or some other kind of huge, leafy trees which provided a canopy of green against the sky. That part of the trail was cool and dark and empty even on a crowded day.

He was just about to get started when he saw a flash of bright color and movement in his peripheral vision, and he turned to his left to see a woman bending straight over, giving him a full view of a pink spandex-clad ass--a sweet, perfect spandex-clad ass that made him freeze in his tracks. 

He hadn't had any intention of checking women out on the trail; he was only here to run. But that ass looked at him like a pair of eyes winking right at him. Two tight cheeks curving up on either side of a deep cleft, with just the right amount of jiggle in the center. A sweet, heavenly ass on a toned body. He couldn't help running his eyes up and down. She was gorgeous, and he'd never seen her here before. She got extra points from him for coming out in this heat. It made him curious.

But she took off suddenly, in the opposite direction from how he usually liked to go. He didn't get to see her face, just a high blond ponytail. Aw, too bad. He couldn't stay behind and watch that sweet ass in front of him. But at least he'd see her face on the way around. 

+++

Lindsay had seen the guy in the tank top when she'd pulled in, but she hadn't thought too much of it. She was only here to run.

She was new to the area and had only recently discovered this fabulous trail. She liked how it wound through the trees. 

She'd planned on running in just her shorts and a matching sports bra, but only because she thought no one would be around. She got too many stares when she didn't cover up. Her breasts weren't huge, but they had a tendency to jiggle noticeably no matter what kind of bra she wore. So she threw on a black tank with teeny straps when she saw the guy start stretching. 

She looked at him briefly. He was in fabulous shape, and, she could not help noticing, had a rather big bulge at his crotch. She felt her nipples harden and a pleasant ache throb in her pussy looking at him. Cute. Very, very cute. She had to look again, and surreptitiously check him out at leisure while he wasn't watching. God . . . fantastic thighs. She loved big bulging thighs. Big hands, powerful biceps. 

She shook her head and finished her own stretches, laughing at herself. She could always tell when she hadn't had sex in a long time because she found herself fixating on little details like this.

She hadn't been with a guy in months, not with all the stress of her move and not knowing anyone in town yet. But maybe it was time to think about it. Like later tonight, after a shower, in bed.

+++

Kyle took off in the opposite way around the track and at the first opportunity got a look at the face of the blond-with-the-hot-ass.

Oh fuck. She was a sweetheart. So pretty. She had that cheerleader look, blue eyes and shiny white teeth, but she was smart, too, he could tell. And focused and disciplined on her run. He thought he saw her eyes flicker in his direction, but then he decided it was just wishful thinking.

The heat and humidity kicked up a notch, and by the next intersection around the circle, Kyle's entire body was drenched in sweat, from his neck down to the back of his calves.

She was, too, though her sweat, he couldn't help thinking, was adorable. Her straight hair was pulled up and off her face and the few tendrils left curled sexily at the base of her neck. She was covered in a very light sheen, like a spray of suntan oil. It made her taut muscles glisten. 

He couldn't help thinking she'd be so . . . slippery. How easy it would be to wrap those slick legs around his hips. How their bodies would slip and slide against each other's. 

This time, he made definite eye contact. It was ridiculous not to. They were the only two people around. He caught her eye, and made a gesture that said, "Good job keeping up in this heat." She made a little shrug with her shoulders, one die-hard runner acknowledging the other. "Yeah, it's a bitch, but we wouldn't be here if we didn't love it."

This kind of run demanded so much, physically, at first. It was a struggle. But once the high kicked in, it was all worth it. 

+++

The next time they passed each other, Lindsay flashed him a bright smile, and he flashed one back.

The hard part was over, and now they were both feeling damned good. Every muscle, every cell, every deep breath, brain and heart and body, in perfect unison, forming a brand new whole. When their eyes locked they both knew exactly what the other was feeling at the moment. 

Lindsay felt like she could go for hours, like she was flying. The only thing that came close to this feeling was sex. Good, hot, passionate, athletic sex. The best sex she ever had was right after a long run, before she'd gotten in the shower, while she was still on her natural high. Her ex would be waiting for her and she would just jump him and they would fuck like rabbits, extending her work-out for another hour. 

The memory of it kept popping into her head, only this time she was picturing cute guy. He certainly was, with intelligent dark eyes in a handsome face. And yes, he did have a huge bulge, she could see it. Her gaze flickered that way at each encounter and before you knew it that was all she could think about in her turns around the path. 

Her feet pounded out a rhythm of sex. She imagined him fucking her from behind, his strong, powerful hips slamming into her, her lithe muscles so pliant and supple in his hands. 

She didn't even bother to hide it the next time they passed each other. She looked right at his crotch and up into his eyes, and she knew he saw her because he broke into a huge grin.

As soon as he was behind her, she reached down and tugged at her black tank top, pulled it off and tossed it into the grass. 

+++

Kyle's feet on the dirt path pounded to the same sexual beat. 

He pictured her ass stuck up high in front of him as he nudged her thighs open and got between them. He was thrusting up into her wet pussy as he ran and ran, just pounding her, fucking in and out. God he loved to fuck after a run! He could last so long, and enjoy it for so long. He'd make his ex come so many times before he did, he loved it so much. He wore her out changing positions, twisting her around, his cock so hard and pulsing from all the exercise. 

When he saw the blond next and her gorgeous tits were jiggling right in his face, he made up his mind to do something.

He turned right around and sprinted to catch up with her.

Lindsay felt a rush of nervous excitement when she heard him behind her, but at the same time broke into a secret smile. She knew he'd come. And she wanted him to.

He lingered for just a few seconds behind her, and she laughed to herself. Cheeky bastard. He was letting her know he was checking out her ass.

"You mind if I join you?" he said, when he got next to her.

Lindsay glanced down at her breasts, at her rock hard nipples pushing out through her thin bra. He saw the look, she knew he did.

"Not at all."

"Oh good, because otherwise I was thinking I'd have to tackle you to the ground."

"You think you could?" she said, doubtfully.

"Oh, no question."

"Pretty sure of yourself."

"Yeah, I am. And I'm sure you're a pretty good runner."

She smiled. She hadn't expected that.

"Well so are you."

They fell into a nice rhythm, their breath coming hard and fast, legs pumping, muscles clenching. 

"You know, most people can't take this kind of heat," said Kyle, "But I love it. I can go for hours."

Lindsay tried unsuccessfully to hide her smirk. Yeah, he was a cheeky bastard.

"Is that so?" she said, not dropping a beat.

"You want to find out?" 

"Right here?!"

"We're on a jogging path, where else?"

"Oh—"

"What, you thought I meant—what a dirty mind!"

Lindsay could only say "Tch," glare at him, and sprint ahead.

Kyle watched her pert, jiggling cheeks and bobbing ponytail as he stayed behind her. God she was cute!

He ran up to her, slowing down to murmur, closer to her ear, "Trees. Right over there. No one would know," before running ahead.

She stayed behind, watching him, wondering if he was serious or not.

He turned around and jogged in place, waiting for her.

"Hi, I'm Kyle. 30. Lawyer. I come here all the time. I'm a certified harmless stranger. And I can't believe I've never seen you here before."

"I'm not afraid of you."

"Really? You should be."

"Why's that?"

"Tell me your name, first."

"Lindsay."

"Because, Lindsay-with-the-amazing-ass, I told you—hours. You don't want to know."

"Is that a dare?"

"If you want it to be."

Lindsay reached up to tighten her ponytail, sticking her beautiful breasts out in the process.

"Well . . . Kyle . . ." she said, "I don't know you, but I think you might want to talk to my ex before issuing a challenge like that."

"Oh really? And what would he say? Besides what an idiot he is for breaking up with you."

"Maybe I broke up with him."

"Nah."

"What makes you so sure?"

"We like the heat, you and I. Most people can't take it after a while."

She glared at him, again. He was spot on.

"So he left you because you were too 'sexually demanding.' I get it. And like I said, he's an idiot."

"Don't tell me—you're just the man for me."

He got in front of her again, running backwards with his arms spread wide, his entire body, his hair and his clothes completely drenched, just like her. 

"I'm here, aren't I? We're both here." 

"Yes . . . and so does Kyle-the-harmless-stranger have a girlfriend at home?"

"No. They leave me. They always leave me."

"And why's that?"

"Same reason. Well, it's either that or my big cock, I'm not sure."

Lindsay could not help bursting out laughing. 

"What? I saw you checking it out. It's not like it's a secret."

"You really are sure of yourself, aren't you?"

"Ah, that's not fair. You are, too. Just the same as me. We're exactly the same."

"Well, not exactly."

"Why's that?"

"Because it's not just how long you can go, it's how high you can get."

She flashed her blue eyes at him before speeding ahead into the forested part of the path. 

Kyle was absolutely bewitched! He ran after her, but she was so fast, and he eventually lost sight of her bobbing ponytail. 

Ahead of him he saw only an empty trail, and he was puzzled until he saw a flash of pink to his right.

She was there, in a little sheltered clearing, looking at him expectantly.

He crashed through some underbrush getting to her, and when he did, he picked her up and spun her around until she was leaning softly against a tree and he was up close to her, his arms pinning her in.

"You know, it's not good to stop running without a cool-down," he said.

They were both gulping deep breaths and panting. 

"Who said we've stopped?" said Lindsay, as she slid to the side and spun around so he was up against the tree.

"Hoh! Feisty wench, aren't you?" Kyle said, turning her around and pulling her back towards him so that her ass was mashed up against his now rock hard cock. 

Lindsay pushed her cheeks against him. Then she took one of his big hands and placed it right between her legs and held it there with both hands.

"See? Haven't stopped."

Kyle stroked her through her spandex, finding her hot and wet and open. His middle and ring fingers pushed up into her with rhythmic thrusts as his palm expertly found her swollen clit.

"You mean like this?" He pushed his cock into her ass in tune with his fingers, making her squirm and gasp. 

"Mmmm . . . yes . . . oh, god . . . we should not be doing this, we shouldn't, oh . . ."

She whirled around to face him, and Kyle grabbed hold of her silky, bouncy ponytail to bring her mouth onto his. 

"I don't care. Kiss me," he said against her lips. 

"Oh, mmmmmm . . ."

His hands roamed over every inch of her luscious ass while he opened her mouth wide with his. She pushed her tits into his chest, gluing herself to his sweaty skin, merging and mingling their heat and wetness. His tongue plunged into her opened mouth and found hers as he gently yanked her head back so he could feast on her panting lips. 

"Mmmmm, you are good," she gasped under his hot, soft kisses. "Very impressive," she whispered, as her hand traveled down to cup his sizeable bulge. 

Kyle growled in his throat when her hand found his dick bursting and pushing and straining at the seams of his jock strap. He clutched her to him, his hands and arms sliding on their slippery skin, seeking out tits, ass, pussy, lips, every single bit of her. He nipped at her throat, using his teeth to lightly bite her neck. He couldn't get enough of her! 

"Why have I never met you before?"

"Why have I never met you! But what will you think of me?"

"You? What about my reputation?! Letting a hot blond grope me in the woods!"

Lindsay laughed as she kissed him, deeply, sucking his tongue into her mouth, licking, swirling, tasting their sweat and desire. 

She whispered, "I want to get you home, in my bed."

"Oh, you can have me, baby. Later . . . after . . . " he whispered.

His fingers traveled to the elastic band of her shorts. He hovered there while looking questioningly into her wide blue eyes. 

She spun around and bent over at the waist. She thrust her round ass out and hissed "Keep going. Don't stop now."

Kyle felt dizzy as he yanked down her shorts over her smooth, slick hips. His fingers slipped in the wetness of their bodies and she cried out "Hurry!" as her hands groped blindly behind her, unconsciously pleading for him to get them down and off her. 

He pulled the pink material down over her waist, revealing a sexy ass shining white against otherwise deeply tanned skin. Perfect, beautiful humps, round and tight and firm, were framed by a stretchy pink thong in a tight "T" across her hips and down into her crack. Lindsay arched her back, hands on her thighs, pushing her ass higher and wiggling her hips in anticipation. 

Kyle tugged at the thong with one hand, with the other pushed down his shorts. They gathered at the base of his thighs but he didn't bother to step out of them. He frantically freed his cock from his jock strap and groaned, "Oh, fuck!" when he finally burst free into the open air. 

Lindsay heard him. She knew he was out and hard and ready, and she waited, each second agony, her pussy aching with need. He was going to fuck her! In seconds she was going to feel him. She shifted her feet in the earth to find a better stance, spread her thighs and bent further over, waiting.

"Fuck!" Kyle gasped. He kept one hand on her wriggling hips, keeping her still. With the other he held his dripping prick, swollen and red, massively hard, sticking straight out at a perfect 45 degree angle from his groin. 

"Oh god, yes!!" Lindsay moaned when she felt him parting her legs with his heavy thighs. They were wet and sweaty and had light traces of scratchy hair. He nudged her open, wider, wider.

"Here we go, here we go," Kyle whispered, as much to himself as to her. His fingers found her pussy dripping wet and he probed her gently, preparing her, opening up the lips. He continued to hold her labia wide open as he directed his cock to her hole, and let the head lodge in the opening. He pushed, gently, enough to get a secure lodging in her tight channel, before he let go and grabbed onto her wiggling hips.

Lindsay cried and whimpered in need as he teased her. She pushed back trying to impale herself on his cock, but gasped when she felt how big and thick he was. 

"Oh my god!" she cried, in both pleasure and fear. Her womb contracted in powerful spasms of anticipation, sensing the massive tool he had for her, and she got soaking wet. God she needed it! She needed him to fuck her, hard and deep! 

Kyle pushed in further, gently, slowly, letting her adjust to his size, seeing her pussy get wetter. Her juices coated his cock and ran down to his balls and he sluiced in and out just an inch at a time, getting her ready. 

Finally, he leaned over her, one hand guiding his prick, the other wrapped around her waist and resting right on her belly as he slowly drove all the way inside her. 

"Shh, shh, hang on. . ."

Lindsay's gasps and moans were loud and feral as his 8 inches slowly penetrated her to the quick. She was stretched open, each millimeter of contact with his cock exponentially increasing her pleasure and pain, until the pleasure won out and she was a sodden wet mess, stretched on his big cock, pinned onto his hips, gasping like a fish in sheer delight. 

"Shh, that was the hard part. Just like today," he whispered into her ear.

Lindsay moaned and moaned. Yes, it was. 

She hadn't been fucked in so long he felt huge inside her. But she quickly adjusted to his girth, and before long was pushing back, meeting his tentative thrusts, and urging him to go faster. She let go, went entirely into her body, let her feelings take over, and sunk into the delicious, naughty pleasure. She wiggled her hips backwards, clenching her cheeks, drawing him in deeper and deeper, oh it felt so good!

Kyle was impressed with her ability to take his size. He fit inside her like a hand in a glove, perfect. Her hips roused his aggressive need to just fuck into her, and he, too, let go, ran with it, hard and fast.

He began to fuck her, no holds barred. His hands kept slipping on her slick, slim hips, but he held on, watching his cock flash in and out of her hot cunt, faster and harder. He paced himself, in it for the long haul. He wanted to feel her come a few times before he did. 

"I'm so . . . glad . . . I . . . met you today," he said through clenched teeth as he sluiced in and out of her opening. "So . . . fucking . . . glad. You're so . . . goddamned . . . hot, Lindsay! So fucking hot! Oh, baby, do you like my cock?"

Lindsay could only moan, lost to her pleasure. 

Kyle kept up the dirty chat, urging her on, watching his cock fuck into her. She arched her back, tossing her ponytail, and he grabbed it and tugged gently. 

Lindsay had her eyes closed as she moaned, thinking only, "Keep going! Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!"

They fucked like animals in the forest, with no one to hear their groans. Their perfect, athletic bodies at the peak of their form shone in the sunlight, muscles slick and wet, chiseled biceps against delicate thighs, dark against light, hard against soft, cock and cunt locked into an escalating spiral of pleasure only these two were capable of experiencing. 




Runner's High



Kyle picked up the pace, getting into a hot, fast rhythm. His hips slammed into her ass as he drove into her wetness. At one point he heard her cry out, saw her legs trembling and her cheeks clench. He felt her pussy contract in orgasm around his cock and he pushed harder, driving her immediately to another peak.

The sweat flew off their bodies. Lindsay panted, eyes closed, concentrating on the relentless beat of his cock against the most sensitive part of her body. She felt another orgasm growing, gaining, flowing out from the first, stronger than before. 

"Oh God, fuck me harder, HARDER!" she yelled out.

Kyle eagerly complied. He was hot and he was on fire, driven by her moans changing into drawn out wails of pleasure. 

His hands grabbed two tight fistfuls of soft flesh from her hips as he rammed into her with short fast strokes, raking the head of his cock to push himself to his own climax. He couldn't stop it now. He gnashed his teeth and grunted like an animal, completely at one with his body, every sensation, every thought, every cell now focused on the intense need gathering in his groin. He felt it coming, oh it was coming, he couldn't stop it!

Lindsay sensed it, heard his breathing getting faster and quicker and more out of control. He made little whimpers in his throat, little grunts, edging himself, right at the limit. She pushed back on him, grinding her hips hard against his and wiggling her ass. She clenched down hard on his cock with her pussy as another orgasm hit her. 

Kyle felt it, and it was the spark that set him aflame. He saw an explosion of stars behind his closed eyes as he let go, just let go, the cum flying out of his cock, spurting in thick jets, coating her spasming pussy. He was flying, at one with his drives, riding this wave, this beautiful high. It was like the peak of a run, when his body pushed his soul to a new state of pure ecstasy that was as much out of the body as totally within it. His mind and cock pulsed as one, the orgasm going on forever, in one long release, draining into her and her sweet, lovely body. 

"Take it," he whispered, as if in a trance. "Oh, take it all. . ."

His voice, her whimpers, their bodies, only slowly calmed down from such intense heights. He relaxed and throbbed inside her for several minutes, twitching, feeling her wet, slippery pussy around him, loving him. 

+++

Fifteen minutes later, they emerged from the trees, laughing, exhilarated, arm in arm.

He walked her to her car, and she leaned against it. He played with the tendrils around her neck and gazed into her blue eyes. They were still floating, their bodies pumping out endorphins, in the sweet come-down that could go on for an hour. 

He kissed her lips. 

"So do you want to give me a try?"

She smiled. 

"My house. Fifteen minutes. I'll meet you at the door."

Kyle grinned as she drove off.

He didn't think he'd be wearing her out anytime soon. At last, he might have found the perfect partner.



Runner's High: First Meet



I had always thought girls were attractive, and I considered experimentation, but I then would chicken out.

See, I grew up in a very conservative town in a very conservative state. If I hadn't found my clit myself, nobody would have told me I had one. Sex was strictly something you did on a honeymoon with a husband. Sex was said to be painful the first time. And what came of it was painful: childbirth. And then the children grow to hate you. And that's how sex was portrayed. Something painful both physically and emotionally. It was best to be avoided unless it was time to continue our species.

Thinking about sex with boys was both exciting and foreboding. I liked the idea of human touch, but was also frightened about the consequences. 

Thinking about sex with girls -- my own gender -- was both exciting and forbidden.

Had it not been for the loneliness of long distance runners, I fear I would have never touched another girl.

It happened a few years ago. I had received a partial scholarship at a Midwest university to participate on its basketball (fall) and track (spring) teams. My freshman year, I feared getting to know anybody too well, so I concentrated on my athletics and academics. I played very little basketball, but when you're one of 10 girls vying for a spot as small forward, that happens. However, my specialty was running.

I love running. I am on my own. 

And while I'd experimented with a few alcohols and a fewer drugs in my 19 years, nothing made me more exhilarated as The Runner's High. The Runner's High also had the advantage of being completely legal. Of course, I'm sure Mr. Ashcroft will eventually try to outlaw it as well.

Our track team went to Colorado for our first meet against a bunch of mountain schools. We had stayed there for two days prior, trying to acclimate our bodies to the altitude and limits of oxygen. Supposedly, it was to help us in our own running back in our Great Lakes region. But the lack of oxygen had made me very tired the first night, and I fell asleep shortly after getting back to the hotel room.

I was sharing the hotel room with my track mates Tiffany and Jennifer. All three of us were distance runners, although they needed strong sports bras. Both of them were much bustier than I.

The first night was without incident, at least as far as I knew. We had two beds and a hammock. We were supposed to rotate who slept where to make it equal. Bed, bed, hammock -- and the next night you switch. 

In the morning, I woke to see Jennifer and Tiffany sleeping next to each other in the bed next to mine. It made sense on one level. A lot of girls were known to be comfortable enough to share a bed. But they seemed to be cuddling. It was very cute.

Oh, okay, everyone always wants descriptions of those involved. Here you go: both were juniors in college. Both were 21 but neither drank. Jennifer was the shortest of us, at 5 feet 5 inches. She has beautiful long, straight hair that slides down her back. Her skin is like a soft cloud, brightly white. Her breasts are ample, very ample. She wears a 34D which means she'd sometimes where two sports bras for assistance. Guys (and girls, too) love her breasts, but they don't help her running a 3200 race. Not unless she one day wins a race by a nipple's length ahead of another.

Tiffany is the tallest at 5 feet 11 inches, she is also the most athletic. Along with track, she is a cheerleader for our school during football and basketball season. Her hair is golden brown and cut just to her shoulders. Her skin is a warmer shade of white, she could get a great tan when she wanted. She loved running in just a sports bra to show off her lean abdomen which -- if she wanted -- she could flex and ripple. Tiffany always, always smiles. She smiles when she runs, it's crazy. Oh, and she wore a 36C sportsbra.

I'm Erica. I am almost 5 feet 8 inches tall. My ancestry of American Indian and English-American gave me a mix of dark skin and small breasts. My hair is dark, long and curly down my back. Jennifer and I were both asked to have it cropped shorter like Tiff's, but there's a reason God made Scrunchies and hair-ties. So I can run one minute and go dancing the next. 

We were returning to our hotel after a day of time trials and practice runs. The three of us wandered into the front lobby eating apples and bananas. (No, you pervs). We had been giggling about news we had just heard on the radio -- that a porn movie had been made in some dorms on our campus (we'd been voted one of the best party schools in the nation). The film company snuck into a dorm and even had some students help out. It was too funny to comprehend a much of adult movie people doing anything in the Midwest, except trying to get out of it.

But they had been there, and now our school was freaking out about its student population having orgasms before their wedding nights.

"I wonder if Rachel's going to be in it. She is such an exhibitionist," Tiffany had laughed.

"Hell, I might have," Jennifer responded.

"Oh my God," I giggled.

Jennifer walked up to the front desk. There was a boy in his 20s sitting there. I hate to demean anyone, but he was looking like a pure geek and her attention to him made him quickly blush.

I didn't hear what she said. I just saw his response. His eyes had gone from her face to her breasts to her face and back to her breasts.

"Yaa...yaa..." he stuttered as he glared at her chest. "Yesss...of course."

"What did you say to him?" I asked.

"Erica, have you ever seen a porno?" she quizzed me.

"Well, just those 10-second things on the net. Why?"

"Because I just got us free porn all night long," she laughed. "All I had to do was let him stare for a few seconds and tell him he was a cutie, and I asked him to give us free access to the adult movies tonight."

"Oh my God," I laughed. Jennifer was crazy like that. She was never inhibited about sexuality. She'd talk about having lovers or masturbating and it was no big deal to her.

"Free porn," Tiffany smiled. "For education or inspiration?" she asked.

"Huh?" I responded.

"Nothing," Jennifer retorted, smiling.

We all called home and did some cool down stretches in the room. We had stripped from our sweats to our shorts and sports bras as we did. There was a new tension in the room. Jennifer and Tiffany kept looking at each other, like there was an inside joke I just didn't know about. It had something to do with sex, but I had no idea what it was and was too apprehensive to say anything about it.

I was partially embarrassed, and a little hurt that they weren't letting me in on the secret, like I was a middle-schooler out of the rumor-mill loop. And I was excessively horny. I wasn't sure how to take care of my first trouble, but I knew a solution to the second.

"I'm going to get a shower," I mentioned.

I left the door partially opened just to eliminate steam from the shower. I'd considered taking a bath, but the splashing of water would have made my masturbation obvious, and obvious masturbation was frowned upon in our culture. As the shower started, I heard the two laughing and roughhousing. I really wished I was in on their secret.

I tied up my hair and enjoyed the hot water against my body. The shower head was one of those that has a massage setting, so I turned it to that and inhaled as the thump-thump-thump of the spray slapped my skin. I cupped my hand and drank some of the water. I needed hydration and even heated water helped. I stepped back and let the thump-thump-thump slap against my breasts. I stretched my body to it, stepped back another foot and the thump-thump-thump pelted my aching abs. I listened to make sure I was still alone in the room, then looked out of the shower curtain to reconfirm. 

Knowing I was alone, I crept my hand between my thighs. My fingers swept across my pussy and I felt the heat just below my surface break out like a backdraft. I leaned forward and was able to have one of the three jets of water hitting my breasts and chest, while another collided with my clit. My knees tried to give way to instinct and I had to remind myself not to fall on my ass. 

I twirled my finger against my body and my clitoris came out to play. I bit my body lip and rubbed two fingers along it. The water added the sensation of an invisible lover.

Thump-thump-thump.

I slipped my finger into my body and writhed against myself.

Thump-thump-thump.

I knew I was horny, and realized it wouldn't take long to crest into a climax. For about three minutes, I repeated my actions with my fingers. Letting the massage stream migrate from my clit to my belly to my breasts to my shoulders. An invisible lover thump-thump-thump.

I was quietly gasping for breath when the sensation covered me like sweat on a long-distance run. I had to rework my footing several times as I came against my fingers and the pent-up hormones released. Inside, I thought, Oh-my-God, Oh-my-God. I moaned as quietly as possible.

"You okay in there?" Jennifer asked from the doorway.

Not quiet enough.

"Um, yeah. Yeah. Just fine," I said to the shower curtain sheepishly, slipping my fingers from inside me and instinctively covering my breasts with my arms. She couldn't see me, but hearing her words made me feel like my actions had just been noticed by the entire Western Hemisphere.

"Okay."

I reached up and changed the setting to light spray, and turned the water to a cooler temperature. From the side of the tub, I grabbed my body wash and lathered it against me. I tried to actually cleanse myself with the fresh-scented lather, but my evil fingers kept wanting to visit their friend, clitty.

Eventually, I somehow prevailed. I draped my school emblem towel around my body and stepped back into the hotel room. I looked for my bag where I had put it that afternoon. I looked for it where I thought I had put it that morning. And then I looked where I thought I put it when we arrived. It was gone.

"Did you enjoy your shower?" Tiffany smirked. She and Jennifer were laying on their tummies, still in their bras and shorts, watching a sitcom with the remote between them.

"Um, yeah," I said, this time shyly to the ground. Was the orgasm worth the shame? Here I was, wet and wet, and I couldn't find my luggage.

"Were you masturbating, Erica?" Jennifer pressed the questioning.

I didn't answer. I gave her one of those knowing smiles, hoping she would back off and accept my non-answer answer.

"Tell us and we might give your luggage back."

How frustrating. Now they were hazing me for being a freshman and a human with needs. I decided to not answer, and got underneath the other bed covers with the towel as my only coverage. They would eventually have to give me my clothes, wouldn't they? 

Jennifer turned the channel and it wasn't a sitcom or news or a cartoon. It was two women, one wearing a red dress, the other a blue dress. They were slow-dancing together.

"Porn!" my busty friend giggled.

I had never seen any real significant pornography. I wasn't going to look away, but I was also aware that my hormones had already seemed to get me in trouble one time this afternoon. The two women on the television circles and tenderly touched one another's shoulders and cheeks.

"Red or blue?" Tiffany asked Jennifer.

"I'll act out red," Jennifer responded.

The two women in my room got off the bed and embraced in a dance, starting to circle. Jennifer and Tiffany glanced at the television to see what was going on. They were taking their directions from it. Red's hand touched Blues' ass -- Jennifer complied, running her hand to Tiffany's backside. The two women kissed on television, and Jennifer kissed Tiffany.

I felt high. Like I just had run twelve miles. My breathe escaped me. I was wet and confused. I closed my eyes for a second, then opened up. Jennifer's thumb was massaging Tiffany's breast as she brushed along her athletic bra.

"You guys?" I stammered.

"Is it okay that we dance, Erica?" Tiffany asked.

"Yaa ... yaa ... yes. Of course." I felt like the geeky boy at the front desk as I pondered how far they would go. I started to reconsider their relationship. A lot of flirtation. Sleeping together. They were letting me in on their secret.

The girls on TV kissed. The women in my room did the same. Their pink tongues darting from their red lips, splashing like waves on the ocean. I stopped watching the porn, and concentrated Jenn and Tiff. Jennifer pulled Tiffany's sport's bra off, cupped her breasts and kissed her nipples. She pulled Tiffany's body to her mouth and bathed her with saliva and love. Jennifer's fingernails reached and slowly ripped down Tiffany's shorts and panties. Tiffany got on the bed where I was covered, she crawled to my face and gave me a peck of a kiss on the nose and lips.

"Are you okay?" she asked to my wide-open eyes.

"Uh-huh." I was hidden from view, but my legs had spread slightly as my wetness leaked like sweet sap in the cool fall.

"This bed big enough for three?" Jennifer asked.

"Of course, love," Tiffany said. It was true. They were lovers. Jennifer kissed Tiffany's ankles. She used her fingers and palms to massage Tiff's legs.

"This is where the action gets good," Tiffany whispered to me. Jennifer continued forward as Tiffany rose her hips until Jennifer's lips kissed Tiffany's pussy. She licked back and forth, up her inner thighs and back down. Tiffany was completely shaved and I couldn't believe that I was watching this happening so close to me. Within a few feet. 

Jennifer looked at me. She lifted her mouth from Tiffany for a moment. "Want to help?" she asked. I was shocked, and hesitated.

"Um. Um," I licked my lips. "Uh. How?"

Jennifer returned to her oral pleasuring of Tiffany.

"Kiss me, Erica," she said.

So I did. Still under the blanket, I leaned over to Tiffany and kissed her slowly. So much different from most men. Sensual. Our pink tongues darted from our lips, splashing together like waves on an ocean. Jennifer and Tiffany both used one hand each to pull my blanket from me. It bunched up between us.

"Get over here," Tiffany commanded. I laid on top of the sheets and comforter, my towel loosening and wanting to be free. I returned to kissing her lips. Her breath quickened as Jennifer attacked her. I looked in her eyes as our lips smacked, and I slowly moved to her neck, sucking along her skin like I had a boyfriend at my high school prom.

"Mmmm," she moaned. One of my hands apprehensively touched her ribcage while my other hand returned to my clit. Yes, Fingers, have some more fun with your friend Clitty. Tiffany pulled my towel from my body with her one hand. With her other, she ran her fingers through Jennifer's long hair. My lips paced like a long distance runner and slowed as they climbed her snow-white breasts. They were already wet with Jennifer's saliva. Tiffany touched my body with her fingertips. From my back to my breasts, hanging down to gravity as I was on my side. 

I had a unique perspective to their love affair from the peak of her nipple. If I turned my head to my left, I would see Tiffany, her lips quivering and her eyes looking at her friends kissing her body. If I would shift my head to the right, it was Jennifer, her hands spreading Tiffany's legs as she lapped against her friend.

"Mmmm. I love you, Tiffany," Jennifer said.

"MMMmmm. Don't stop, hon," Tiffany whimpered. I saw Jennifer grin an evil grin as her mouth licked again at Jennifer's pussy. I watched her bring two fingers to Tiffany's entrance. As she did, she looked at me.

"Want to help?" she asked again. What more could I do, I wondered. Without speaking, Jennifer pulled my hand on Tiffany's rippled belly to wander between her legs. Jennifer sucked on two of my fingers. I spread Tiff's lips open with my finger width and Jennifer lapped against her exposed clit. Jennifer was finger-fucking Tiffany with two fingers. I started twirling my finger against Tiffany's clit as Jennifer progressed from licking her to licking my fingers. Tiffany's body rose and fell, rose and fell, rose and fell in pleasure.

Thump-thump-thump.

Jennifer sucked and then lightly bit Tiffany's inner thigh, leaving a small hickey. Then she went full-force tasting, sucking and pressing into Tiffany. Tiffany's body rose and fell, rose and fell, rose and fell in pleasure. I felt her wetness slick on my fingertips. I turned my face to Tiffany's and watched as the climax began to wash over her like running sweat.

"OH GOD!" she exhaled. "Oh, sweet Jennifer!" I could feel her heart beating quickly under my lips that wandered between her nipples and breasts. "I'm cumming," she announced to the room. It was fascinating. I'd never watched, much less felt, another girl climax. Jennifer cooed sweet nothings as she continued to lick into Tiffany. 

I was so wet from the experience. 

~end of Part I "First Meet"~ 



Runner's High: Long Distance



Conservative upbringing had told me my body was a temple.

These two were crossing the moat between my legs.

Jennifer climbed up Tiffany and met me at her 36C breasts. She smiled at me, and licked along the same breast I was tasting. Jennifer kissed my cheek and then kissed my lips hard, running her tongue -- sweet with Tiffany's essence -- into my mouth. We kissed and I took in the new taste. It was a taste I knew I was going to be getting to know much, much better.

"You two are so sexy," Tiffany breathed. 

I pulled away from Jennifer and Tiffany. I crouched back onto my knees. My white and crimson towel dangled on my body like a fallen shawl, covering one of my breasts and the middle of my thighs. 

"What are you thinking, Erica?" Tiffany asked.

"If I admit to you that I masturbated in the shower, will you give me my clothes back?" I smiled.

"No," Jennifer stated. "Show us the beauty of your masturbation," she continued.

Tiffany pulled the towel from my torso, my nipples rising in the coolness of the air. One of my hands was already between my legs as I teased my body. Fingers flicked through my pussy and against my clit, one at a time. Three fingers, one finger at a time. 

My wetness was extraordinary for me. Never had I been so turned on before. 

The women of the porn, Ms. Red and Ms. Blue, were done, but we were far from it. We weren't watching the free movies now, we were living out a scene that some girls and a lot of guys back at our No. 1 party campus would have been proud of -- crazy, fun sex between three young, attractive women.

Naked, Tiffany crawled behind Jennifer and wrapped her long arms around Jennifer's short torso. Tiffany snaked a hand into Jenn's shorts as she kissed her collarbone and shoulders. Her other hand wandered from Jennifer's thigh up to her chest, pulling the sportsbra up one beautiful breast at a time. She lightly pinched against Jennifer's nipples.

"You're both so sexy," Tiffany spoke as she kissed along Jennifer's ear. 

Jennifer stared intensely into my eyes as my legs shook below me. It had taken less than three minutes for me to cum in the shower. Here, with this desire racing through my veins, it probably wouldn't take as long. 

A portion of me spoke to the conservative side of Erica, mentioning the fact that what I was doing was considered immoral by most standards I'd be raised upon. But I ignored that voice like I do anyone who tries to control my physical needs. Lusting for other women wasn't something I thought was any more wrong then lusting after some men. 

It was in my nature. Jennifer and Tiffany were allowing me to enjoy that nature without fear of repercussions.

And maybe they'd eventually give me my clothes back.

I leaned back onto my ankles as I let Tiffany and Jennifer look onto my body. I wondered if they found me desirable. They were both so sensual and sexy, seeing their two bodies welded together skin-to-skin. Tiffany continued to grope Jennifer's heavy breasts from behind like she was enjoying the texture of silk in her hands. Jennifer pulled her shorts down to her own knees. I noticed Tiffany and I were both trimmed close for comfort and sensuality, but Jennifer was completely shaved between her legs.

Now, like me, she was settled back on her ankles as we watched each other. 

My knees spread from my perched knees. I pulled against my skin and ran two fingers over my clit, pleasuring myself. My eyes closed and my neck craned backwards as a small orgasm took over my body like red wine flowing through my heart and arteries.

"Mmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmmph," I signed in ecstasy. I slipped a finger inside me and pushed over and over, feeling my body contract over it, wetness surrounding it like an invisible lover.

Opening my eyes, I found Tiffany and Jennifer were much closer to me. They had crawled to my body as I climaxed. My eyes showed a sign of surprise, and Jennifer reacted to my hesitation.

"Can we touch you, Erica?" she asked, whispering to me like she was sharing a secret among friends.

I couldn't answer. I just bowed my head up and down in acknowledgment. They surrounded me on my left and right. They alternated in kissing my lips, and then the three of us shared another uncoordinated buss, lips and tongues flaying like hands cheering on a music concert -- independently, but with a same purpose.

Jennifer spoke in my ear.

"You're so sexy..."

I felt their hands on my body as they kissed my ears, neck and collarbone. They nibbled and licked at my neck like it was a long-awaited dessert. Tiffany continued down the rise of my breast to my tummy and licked slowly, from side-to-side, at my panty line. Then, with no further warning, she opened her mouth and craned her neck between my legs. Her mouth to my low wetness. It was so much different from anything I'd felt. Jennifer maneuvered between my neck, shoulder and breasts. She returned her lips to my mouth, paused and smiled at me.

"You're going to experience something new," she grinned.

"I already am," I confessed.

Tiffany's fingernails scratched along my bottom as she drank from me as if I was a bourbon glass in a mansion. My body is a temple, and she was crossing my moat. So much less invasive than the doctor's visits I had, but at the same time so much more physical. Maybe the physical wasn't as important as the emotional. I had hidden my desire, and now the three of us were sharing secrets.

My hips rose instinctively to allow Tiffany to taste whatever she wanted to. Feeling her tongue lick and suck against my thighs, velvet skin, and clit left me wanton. I was stuck between feeling slutty and feeling like a woman on her honeymoon. My body, which was tired and worn from the basketball and track seasons, felt alive with the attention Tiffany and Jennifer were giving me.

Jennifer whispered as she licked my earlobe.

"She's so good at licking, isn't she?" Jennifer said.

I responded in heavy moans. Jennifer's fingers crawled to Tiffany's mouth. Like I had touched Tiffany earlier, now Jennifer touched me. The motion back and fourth, round-and-round, rekindled the fire in my body. A finger of Tiffany sank into my pussy, and sparked liked a match. Like a strike of lightning hitting my body. I tried to remember how to breath, but hyperventilation was trying to overtake me. Before hyperventilation found me, my orgasm thundered through my soul.

"Mmmm. Climax, baby," Jennifer told me.

"I am, I am, I am..." I responded. 

She smiled at me. "My turn," she grinned. "Tell me if you don't like this," Jennifer continued as she moved into a position I never thought I'd experience.

Her strong legs straddled my neck and her taunt ass sat on my chest. She pulled my ponytailed hair above the pillow to avoid pulling it unintentionally with her knees. Tiffany's tongue continued licking me, but I could feel her hands rubbing my tummy and then going to Jennifer's back. Jennifer looked down at me, her legs on either side of my still-flushed cheeks. She leaned back and looked down on me.

"Want to?" she asked.

I didn't answer. I lightly tasted the flesh of her legs. Warm. Soft. Strong. I looked at her moisture between her legs. This was a perspective I never considered. I'd never been this close to my own body with my mouth. I wrapped my arms up Jenn's back and licked, for the first time, another woman. For several minutes, I experimented and took in the new information. The new taste, familiar because of my indirect taste of Tiffany earlier.

My body arched in the surprise of another orgasm Tiffany licked into me. Jennifer laughed at my reaction.

"You're almost as sexy as Tiffany," she smiled. As I recovered my breathing and returned to Jennifer's shaved pussy and clit, she spoke me through what she enjoyed. I felt Tiffany straddle my waist with her legs, and the taller girl was then looking down on my progress over Jennifer's shoulder. Tiffany's hands wandered from Jennifer's breasts, to her mouth, down to her nipples again. Then Tiffany lowered her hands, a finger flicked Jennifer's clit for a moment, then her hands edged Jennifer's thighs, and her fingertips swept through my hair.

"Is she a good licker?" she asked.

"She's learning fast," Jennifer complimented me.

Tiffany spoke. "Erica, suck on her clit. And then on both sides of her pussy, nice and slow. And then go faster. And then return to her clitty."

I complied, and felt Tiffany's hand return to my own clit, slowly rubbing me as she encouraged my progress.

"Oh yes. Just that like, Erica," Jennifer said as I ate into her like fresh sweet pudding. Her reaction encouraged me more. Her wetness was all over my chin and mouth as I tasted her folds.

"Now, just concentrate only on her clit," Tiffany spoke.

I complied. Licking, sucking and then licking faster against her clit. It became apparent that Tiffany was also pleasuring herself as she watched over Jennifer's shoulder and fingered me. Tiffany was also kissing Jennifer's shoulder. This girl could multitask.

Jennifer became very wet on my face. I was drinking of her temple's moat. I was running with two teammates in a long-distance relay. And we were passing the baton as we exchanged from tongue-to-clit, finger-to-pussy, and finger-to-clit. 

Jennifer's orgasm on my mouth was like setting off a stick of dynamite in a fireworks factory. She exploded, and her moans and cries of passion ignited Tiffany and then in turn ignited me. My legs jumped in elation and I could feel the sweat and wetness of Tiffany on my belly as she fingered her own body.

Animalistic noises filled the room as if we had turned up the porno video on the television. I lapped slowly against Jennifer, and she enjoyed an aftershock orgasm. She looked down at me and smiled, then lifted her body from my lips. She laid on my right side. Tiffany still straddled my waist. She leaned down and kissed me passionately, as I shared the wetness of her lover with her. After a minute-long kiss, she dismounted me to the left. They looked up at me in satisfaction and smiled.

"Want to share a bed with Tiffany and I?" Jennifer asked.

"Well, whatever helps the team," I smiled.

Tiffany kissed me.

I laid there flushed with my four orgasms of the day. The three of us cuddled together naked and spoke of other great moments in our lives. I was enjoying The Runner's High I received anytime I finished a long-distance jog. I'm sure Mr. Ashcroft will eventually try to outlaw it as well. I guess he thinks it should be illegal for consenting adults to enjoy themselves.

I loved The Runner's High, and I had found a new way to achieve it. A way that I wouldn't even have to leave my room.

At that meet, none of us finished in the top three. Maybe it was the fact that it was early in the season and we weren't in perfect trackster shape. Maybe it was because of the thin air in the Rockies. 

Maybe it was just because we wore each other out.

And in that way, all three of us took home a First Place ribbon.



Runner's High



"Maybe we should eat that lunch you brought, " I say. This has happened to me before. Fucking makes me hungry.

We both leave the water. He spreads a small table cloth out and sets down a bottle of wine, two plastic glasses and two sandwiches wrapped in plastic. We sit there on grass, naked, eating the lunch and talking. We finish the wine. When we come here again we should bring bottled water, this is too much time in the warm weather for just a couple glasses of wine. 

We're finished and I look at him. "If your cock is still shriveled from the cold water, perhaps I should do something about warming it. Maybe you could do the same for me. I push him onto is back and straddle him, bringing my bottom near his face while I get hold of his cock and bring my mouth to it and start sucking it into my mouth. He probably has to lift his head, I can feel his hands holding onto my butt, but I can feel his tongue working on my clit and a finger sliding into me. It doesn't take very long at all for his cock to be erect. In fact, I think the cold water did shrink it from the way it was when I started but my warm mouth seemed to do the trick. I'm ready anyway but a few minutes of his licking me helps, so I lift off him, turn around and re-mount, getting my pussy directly above this erection that I 'm holding. I grt my pussy lips on the head and slowly drop, feeling it push it's way through me.

I'd done this before and always liked it. It doesn't get the intensity that can happen when the guy is pounding into you from above but it feels so good to have control of what's happening. And it is possible to get a pretty good amount of intensity eventually, dropping onto him and rising again rapidly and almost full length. I ride him for a fairly long time, purposely coming close to a climax and then slowing some several times . But I finally decide it's time and start banging away at him as much as I can, giving myself a lovely orgasm. He sits up a little, holds on to me and then rolls us over, never coming out of me, and starts fucking me strongly from his on top position. Eventually I have another climax but he never stops. If anything he pushes harder and faster. I have my feet on the ground to push back as much as I can and I'm grunting with his every stroke. And then he finally cums, shooting his loads into me. Maybe it's psychological or something but his climaxing pulls another one from me, so my insides work at trying to milk every drop out of him. And then we're both on our backs, sated. 

"This has really been perfect," I tell him. "You're a terrific lover, Chad."

"Remember the time you got mad at me in the Student Union when I said I was going to run the marathon? I told you then that I bet you'd make a great fuck. Well, you are a great fuck, Nancy. I knew I would find out one day."

"That's not all, is it? I mean, you're not just finding out and quitting?"

He almost laughed. "Are you nuts? You're the best fuck of my life. I would like to do this again several thousand more times."

I roll about half onto him and kiss him. "At least a couple thousand," I murmur to him. "I better get off you though, I'm leaking on you and I don't want to make another trip into that pond right now."



Runner's Story



**This is more of a fetish story from my view point. Although, I would understand why readers would decide it should be in the gay male category. We're all entitled to our thoughts. This is a first for me so I appreciate the feedback** 

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I'm a runner, mostly to keep in shape though not to actually compete. I live in the suburbs, but close enough to the city that I sometimes find myself running through city roads, especially when I'm feeling like pushing myself an extra mile or so. Sometimes this leads to running through what some people would call the rough area of town. I've never had a problem with it although most of the time I've been down that way, which is few, has always been mid-day when there's plenty of light. This particular incident happened at dusk with the sun setting pretty quickly. 

I had ran like I always do out the door of my duplex towards town away from the city, I prefer to make a full circle rather than back tracking. On the way back I decided to go an extra mile into the city knowing I have to make the circle through the mostly minority section, but like I said I've always felt safe doing so and continued on. The weather was changing and the clouds had covered the sun, but there really wasn't a shorter route back. Even though it was only 8pm in the middle of the summer it was getting dark quick with the rain clouds rolling in. I was hoping for just a sprinkle and I noticed the street lights coming on, dim as they were. The rains came...I was soaked however, it stopped just as quickly as it started. It was getting increasingly darker though as I ran. Somehow I had missed a turn, whether it was the rain or the hour, I knew I was on the wrong street. I thought I knew which way to go, but was definitely on the wrong street. 

I could see a group of what appeared to be a 4-5 guys ahead of me at the corner, I could hear them and they sounded like you'd expect urban youths to sound like. I suddenly wasn't sure if I should run by them, I was a bit alarmed by my thoughts as I don't normally think along those lines. As I turned around I could hear one of them saying "Yo, where you going, white boy?' I ignored it and continued back up the road with the plan of trying another street to avoid them. I didn't get far as a couple of houses', on the street, porches lit up and there was people peering out the windows to see what the hollering was about. I tried to ignore it, but the catcalls were getting increasingly louder. I finally stopped, tired, drenched and now thinking I was lost, stood in the street. I start walking up the side walk to one of the houses to ask how to get out of there, as I was now completely disoriented. I could hear the group from the corner coming my way still saying things about the color of my skin and questioning what I'm doing in their neighborhood. Suddenly the door of the house to my left swings open and a large black man appeared.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing, white boy?" he demanded.

I replied, "I'm just out for a run and I've seem to lost track of the time and which way I was headed. I was going to see if I could get some help."

"Well you're not going to get any help from that house, no one is even home. And I wouldn't be hanging out here all by yourself if I were you." He says. "Why don't you come over here and I'll help you out, I don't think you want to tangle with those thugs." 

He pointed down the street and I can see the 4 guys that were on the corner getting closer and still calling out to me.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you, can't promise they won't though. It's their neighborhood."

I made my assessment and decided to heed his warning as I wasn't a match for the 4 thugs, although I wasn't a match for this guy either really. I quickly walked over to his porch and he guided me into his house. 

"You must be a damn fool running out there in this weather. Don't sit anywhere let me get you a towel and some dry clothes" he says.

"I thought I had more time," I say.

He hands me a towel and says "Here, take those clothes off and dry yourself off" 

I look at him like what...

"I'll throw them in the dryer for you, here's something to wear while you wait." 

He places clothes on the arm chair and I take off my shirt and wrap the towel around my waist and remove my shorts. He departs with the wet clothes as I stand there drying off. Once I'm done I reach down and notice all he left me was a t-shirt. I leave the towel wrapped around my waist. When he returns he looks at me and explains he didn't have any clean shorts and throws another towel at me and says sit on that.

I finally get a good look at him, about 6' 5" over 200 pounds, muscular, looks like he might work out. Not an ugly guy by any means, if I'm to judge. He introduces himself. 

"I'm Terrence by the way." He smiles with his hand extended.

"Joe, pleasure to meet you," I shake his hand, which is enormous and powerful. I know he sees me noticing this by the smile on his face.

We engage in some small talk. Mostly about running and what I do for a living, etc. I find out this guy has a Masters in psychology and is very well educated.

"What makes you think it's ok to be running through this neighborhood by yourself?" he asks.

I explain how I've done it in the past, although not this late, but still I've never had a problem. 

"I see," he says, "and the fact this is an all-black neighborhood never worried you?"

"No," I reply, "I don't believe in the stereotypes and myths of our races, I like to believe we're all good people and do the right thing by one another."

He laughs, "Well I appreciate your confidence in our culture. I don't think that group out there on the corner would agree with you, however."

He continues, "As you know I'm a psyche major, also minored in sociology, so let's talk about these stereotypes or myths as you call them, what ones don't you believe?"

I drew a deep breath, knowing this topic could become potentially unfriendly.

"No worries, Joe" he assured me, "I've heard it all, however it'll be good for me to understand how the White Community close to home sees us." 

"Ok," I start, "First off the black community is not uneducated or inferior intellectually. You're proof of that yourself. Blacks are well employed in this area, so that eliminates the lazy work ethic myth."

"True, True. What else you got?"

"Well there's the rhythm thing, not all blacks have rhythm. Seen plenty that can't dance." I say. 

Now he's laughing, "Ain't that the truth, niggas gotta be keeping it real, right?"

"And basketball, not all of them can play, right?" 

"True enough, Joe, anything else?" he asks.

"Eh, I don't know Terrence, I guess I like to think of people as people and prefer to judge them on their own volition. You know?" 

"I see," he says, "what about the size of the black man's dick? Anything on that?"

This old one, I think, I don't want to insult anybody so I say, "Ah, well as you know I've played sports and been in the army and I've seen my share of men in the showers or whatever. And not as if I was taking a survey or particularly paying attention....I'll say this: I've seen it both ways. However, like I said I'm no authority. Nor do I have the research to base my conclusions on it." 

He laughs, I can tell he really enjoys the conversation. Although with it being me on the end of it all I'm not sure I do. In fact, while we were talking I heard some milling about on the porch and the "thugs" from the corner seemed to have ended up there. I looked out there and Terrence dismissed it as "they like to hang here cause it's safe, and no worries they won't bother you now, not with me being here". I took his word for it. 

"I appreciate your honestly, Joe, I really do," He says, "I'm feeling you don't believe in the big dick theory at all, in the spirit of disclosure however, I'd like you to rate mine."

With that he stood up and dropped his shorts to his ankles revealing a very well sized, well formed, black dick. I couldn't guess what size it was, but it was bigger than mine and it was pretty impressive. The pubes were well trimmed, cut, with some nicely shaped balls, I was struggling not to stare, I don't know why, except maybe I've never seen one so up close before. I felt a bit of twinge as there was some stirring "down there" if you know what I mean. In fact, I looked away hoping it would take my mind off of this large black man standing naked before me with his junk exposed. I was thinking to myself why was he standing there so long. I mean I seen it, no need to continue advertising, right? 

"Well?"

Great, now we have to talk about? I thought. 

"Um...yup, you're blessed Terrence, well done." I say

"Bigger than most or smaller?" He asks.

"I'd say bigger, but I'm not one to really judge this sort of thing." I'm hoping he puts his shorts back on.

He laughs, "Well I am and I'm about average in the black community. That's really not why I wanted to show you it though." Still naked with his gorgeous (did I just think that) black dick and balls hanging a foot from me. "See Joe, I'm kinda into my own myth busting theories."

As disinterested and aloof as I could muster, I reply, "And what would they be, Terrence?"

"Well for starters how about all whites, whether male or female, get sexually aroused while in the presence of the black man's superior black cock?" 

"I, uh...I wouldn't know that to be true" is all I could manage.

"It's ok, Joe, I'm not being entirely fair as I didn't tell you about my study. Now if you'll kindly take off the towel and allow me to see if I'm correct."

I hesitated and looked up at him as he was still standing there like an Adonis. And egotistical Black Adonis with his cock and balls proudly on display. Feeling my cock getting harder while he stared down at me wasn't helping.

"After all," he says, "I've shown you mine, let's see yours. Don't be ashamed now. Take off the damn towel!"

Ok, that came out a little harshly, I thought. Not wanting to argue and being his guest, I let out a Geez and pulled the towel back showing him my semi hard dick that was getting harder after his outburst.

"I knew it, I can spot you black cock loving white boys a mile away. Don't be embarrassed, you are not alone. However, you may have learned something about yourself." He smiled.

"C'mon, Terence" I try to play it off, "This is because I'm sitting here naked with a towel on and shit. I'm not gay."

"Sure, you're not gay," he responds, "Just the sight of black cock makes you hard. I can respect that, but let's continue the experiment. Get on your knees!"

I start to stammer and he interrupts me by slapping me in the face, "Don't let my kindness fool you, bitch. I said get on your knees."

My face must have been like what???? Because he repeats himself, "...and 'Yes, Sir' is the only response I want to hear or I send you out of here to deal with them thugs on the porch." 

I slowly slip off the couch on to my knees, now I'm looking up directly at his cock hanging right in my face. I try to keep my head down keeping it out of my line of sight. 

"The study isn't going to work if you don't look at it" he says. 

I look up, I really didn't want to get slapped or worse yet, sent out on the porch. It was still there, now inches in front of me. I could feel my dick getting harder and my face began to flush getting redder, more from the embarrassment than the sharp slap to the face he had given me.

He was smiling, "Open your mouth, bitch and stick out your tongue." 

I did as I was told while he grabbed his dick and began to rub the head up and down, side to side on my tongue. 

"Damn, boy, look at you drool!" he exclaims and begins running it up and down my mouth hitting the roof of my mouth with the tip of his dick. "That's it, boy, get it nice and wet."

He held the back of my head and began to tilt it forward, gently pushing his dick further into my mouth quietly telling me to relax and take his big cock into my throat. He finally pushes it too far and I gag, not a lot, but enough so that he stops. Pulling his dick out of my mouth and pressing it to his belly he pushes my face down to his balls.

"That's it, boy, lick your daddy's balls, suck on them really good."

I couldn't believe this was happening and somehow, perhaps being grateful for not having his dick in my throat choking me out, I licked and sucked on his balls like it was my only purpose in life. He seemed to enjoy it because he was soon pushing his now rock hard cock back on my mouth, smacking it into my lips until I opened up and stuck my tongue out again. He beat it on my tongue a few times and slowly ran it back into my mouth methodically pushing it in and out. Directing me to suck it on the way in and suck it on the way out. He slowly went deeper and deeper giving me a break after several strokes to lick and suck his balls some more.

After the third break of him forcing me to worship his massive black balls, he re-entered my mouth only this time he was quicker. Terrence grabbed me by the ears and begin to fuck my mouth with no regard for my comfort. He rammed his cock in and out while I tried to keep up and not gag. 

"Here it comes, bitch, Black Daddy gonna reward you for your efforts!" He exclaimed.

With that he shoved his big member into my mouth, I could feel his load spurt through its shaft down my throat. After his first shot he pulled out enough for me to feel his cum hitting the roof of my mouth. I held my mouth open until he pulled out completely and rubbed his black dick all over my face.

"Swallow that shit, bitch" he demanded. 

I swallow it (as if I had a choice) and was trying to wrap my head around what just happened. I had a strange feeling about this whole thing and the shame of it all started to set in. 

My thoughts got interrupted, "Bitch, it's customary to thank your Black Daddy after he lets you blow him..." he lets his statement hang there.

"Uh, thank you Black Daddy" I say staring at the floor. 

"You'll learn, cocksucker, now clean this shit up," I reach for the towel, "With your tongue, bitch."

I lick his cock and balls to the best of my ability, when I finished, he says "There, hey, your clothes are probably dry by now." 

He comes back with my clothes and tells me to get dress and he'll give me a ride home.

As we walk out on to the porch I noticed the "thugs" were still there, Terrence stopped and shook hands and one armed hugged one of them saying something in his ear. 

I didn't say much on the way to my apartment, but Terrence continued to assure me I did a good job and I'd get better with practice. I couldn't help but hope I'd never have to do it again however, when we pulled into my driveway he pulled his dick out of his short's pant leg, 

"You can give it a kiss good night, boy."

I just wanted this night to end so I leaned over between his legs and kissed the large black head of his cock.

"Damn, bitch, I knew you wanted to do that one more time. Have a good night, I'll be in touch." He assured me.

"Thank you, Black Daddy" I said without thinking and got out of his car.



Runner's Story Pt. 02



I entered my apartment and quickly got undressed and hopped in the shower. I needed to wash this away and get the image of my mouth gagging on Terrence's black dick out of my head. Impossible task by the way. He definitely had a way about him that made me seemingly want to please him. Most likely it was the scare of getting my ass kicked by the thugs on the porch. Not really sure, but there had to be a way out of this. What did he mean by "I'll be in touch", I was sure I didn't want to see him again. I dried off and brushed my teeth and mouth...twice. I went to bed and tried to get some sleep; it was fitful at best.

I went to work the next morning the normalcy of it helped me put the night before out of my head for a bit. I kept telling myself it was a bad dream and all. I work in a cubicle at a national insurance company processing claims and other minutia. I work early and get out around two in the afternoon, as I approached my car I saw a flyer of some sort under the wiper. Figured it must be a Chinese menu or something. I pulled it out and got in the car to read it. 

"Bitch, stop by tomorrow after work, and don't try to pretend you didn't get this, there's more where it came from. Trust me, Black Daddy" 

I opened it up and it was a pic of me, eyes closed, lips wrapped around his massive dick. There was a string of drool dripping down my chin like I was really enjoying myself. My stomach dropped I couldn't for the life of me remember him taking pictures. I looked around the parking lot to see if anyone had witnessed this, luckily I work different hours than most so I was pretty much out there on my own. Why had I told him where I worked...?

That night and the next day took forever. I tried to think of a way out of this although I knew I had to see him, he had made that clear. I certainly didn't need that pic or any others getting circulated. I was hoping to reason with him, after all I'm not gay nor do I desire to continue doing anything more with him or his big black cock and balls. I got out at 2 and was a bit shaky on the ride to his place. I told myself he'd have to listen to reason and cut me loose, I was even prepared to offer him money. I had 300 bucks on me and hoped he take it and let me go. As I approached his door it swung open and he was standing there, basketball shorts, no shirt.

"Damn, bitch, you got over here fast," he said, "must be you missed this more than I thought." He grabbed his crotch pulling on his dick.

"Well, I was hoping we could talk about this, Ter..." Before I could get Terrence out I received a hard slap in the face.

"Bitch, I told you to call me Black Daddy."

My hand went to my face to rub the sting away. "I'm sorry, Black Daddy." I apologized, "But honestly I'm not gay and I was hoping you'd let me go, I mean you're a good guy and all, but I'm not interested in you like this." I fumbled in my pocket and pulled out the money and attempted to give it to him.

"Damn, bitch, you feel you need to pay Black Daddy for the privilege of sucking his dick! You really don't, but I'll take it if it makes you feel better." He grabbed the money out of my hand and tossed it on the sofa.

"Well, no, I was hoping I could give you some money and you'd let me, um, you know off the hook so to speak." I pleaded.

"Aw, come on now you're just getting started, don't you trust Black Daddy? I told you, you'd get to like it and I bet you're getting hard right now. Show me you're not and I'll let you go. Otherwise, you don't leave until I get the blow job you just paid for."

Now maybe it's the being cornered and dominated by a superior male or it was the way he was talking, but I was forming a noticeable tent in my pants and he could definitely see it. 

"That's it cocksucker, get on your knees and get busy. I know you've been waiting for this all day."

It's like being hypnotized, like there's no way out and I had to do it or he was going to really ruin my life. Or maybe I really wanted it, after all I was hard. At any rate, I dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled his shorts to his ankles. He laughed when his dick popped out and hit me in the chin. He took my hand and wrapped it around the base of his large cock, demonstrating how he wanted me to pump it, and guided my mouth onto the head. Slowly he started pumping it in and out of my mouth while I jerked him off. 

"That's it faggot, get it all nice and wet, play with your Daddy's balls."

I followed his direction and was thinking how nice he was being, not forcing me to gag, but letting me go at my own pace. 

"Take it deeper, bitch, swallow that nigga cock."

I slowly worked my mouth down the shaft finally reaching my hand on the base of his dick. I was working it further and further into my mouth, training my gag reflex to take it. 

"Lick my balls." He demanded.

I pushed his cock to his cut abs and dived right into sucking and licking his big black balls while I continued to work my hand up and down his cock. I could sense he was enjoying it or maybe it was the power he held over me, but it was like I could hear him smiling. It seemingly did not matter at this point, I really wanted him to get off. Maybe, if I did it right this nightmare I was in would end. He pushed his cock back down to my mouth, I took it back in and started to suck him with a flourish, still pumping him with my hand while my other hand cradled his ball sack. He was encouraging me the whole time, calling me a cocksucker, bitch, faggot, and anything else he could think of, somehow it made me work him harder. 

He finally knocked my hand away, grabbing me by the ears and pushing himself further and further in. He was fucking my mouth, pushing himself into my throat till I couldn't breathe, pulling himself out and then going right back in. I was gagging, choking, and drooling all over the place. My eyes were watering from the assault, but it really wasn't rough, it was paced and deliberate. 

"Here it comes faggot," he announced. "Open that cum bucket, bitch."

I open my mouth as wide as I could as he pulled out and started jerking his dick with a frenzy. 

"Oh yeah, here it comes!"

He started cumming, the first spurt hit me in the forehead, I could feel the rest splat all over my face. He came quite a bit. I could feel it running down my face.

"Open your eyes, cocksucker and clean this shit up."

His cock was staring me in the face, so I started licking it clean being sure to get his balls. 

"Get that cum in your mouth, bitch, don't waste the gift Black Daddy gave you now."

He laughed as I started wiping it into my mouth. I felt like a used slut, but somehow my cock was rock hard. 

"Now thank your Black Daddy, let him know you're grateful, bitch."

Did I really have to thank him? 

"Thank you, Black Daddy"

"I knew you'd like that, and you're getting better." He said, as a compliment, I'm sure.

He threw me a towel and told me to clean up the floor and my face. He then demanded my cell phone and the code to unlock it. 

He must have brought up the web engine.

"I see my bitch has been doing his homework." He laughed.

I had looked up a website about BBC worship the night before, I scolded myself for not deleting the history. 

"Now we have each other's number so I don't have to leave notes on your car." He tossed my phone back at me.

It buzzed, "Black Daddy has messaged you," it read. I let out a groan of some sort, but luckily he didn't hear it. 

"I've sent you the pics I have, now we have no secrets. You're welcome."

Sure enough there was like five, one with my face covered in cum. When was he taking these pics? There was no doubt whose face it was either. He had even made sure his black dick was in the picture. Guy had talent.

I heard myself thanking him again. What was wrong with me?

"I'm sure you've got shit to do, why don't you get out of here and I'll see you Friday. I'll be in touch with instructions." He said. "Don't think you can avoid me either, I have enough to start a Cocksucker Facebook page about you."

"Yes, Black Daddy. Thank you." Again? And what did he mean by 'instructions'. These were my thoughts as he showed me to the door. I hurriedly went down the steps as one of the thugs from the other night, whom I later learned was named Leon, and a female were coming up the walkway. I tried to keep my head down and keep walking. 

"Hey, I remember you," Leon exclaimed, giving me a knowing look and a wink as I looked up.

My eyes met the girl's he was walking with, they had hate in them like I had somehow insulted her. 

Nervously I tried to nod and break eye contact when she said, "I know what you just did you filthy fucking faggot!", and spat in my face. 

I put my head down feeling my face flush red and kept walking I could hear Leon howl in laughter. "Damn girl, he was just doing what was natural for him," he said, still laughing. 

I drove home with an erection and tried to tell myself I only blew him because I was being blackmailed. I had temporarily forgot about the 300 bucks I paid him. My cock stayed hard until I got home and I ended up jacking off to the image of me, on my knees, sucking Terrence's Black Dick. I felt a twinge of shame when I finished for getting so turned on at the thought of being Black Daddy's blow job bitch.



Runner's Story Pt. 03



I woke up the next day and headed on to work. The image of Black Daaa, I mean, Terrence's dick sliding in and out of my mouth still haunted my memory. More disturbing was the fact I was getting an erection from it. I mean, I wasn't gay, not that Terrence cared, but after the past two visits I was definitely questioning it. Worked dragged on mainly because I work in a boring profession, and the other thing is all I could think about was what instructions awaited me. 

After work I immediately turned my cell phone on when I got to my car. Message from Black Daddy automatically buzzed up on the screen. 

"Yo, bitch," it read, "today remove all your body hair, that's pubic, ass, armpits, legs, you know from your neck down. Maybe not your arm hair, but trim it low. Use a lotion that doesn't cause you a rash, but get it done today, text me when you're finished."

He followed that up with "don't forget..."

And sent yet another pic, this one with his balls in my mouth and his black cock laying on my face. I admit my dick twitched from the sight of it.

"Yes, Black Daddy." I texted back.

It took some doing, but I managed to ask all the right questions at the pharmacy about hair removal products without too much embarrassment. I did a decent job getting it all off, too. I had even ran into my neighbor and she graciously shaved my back for me. I had to make up some story about how I was going snorkeling with a buddy. And how he had told me it was better not to have any hair as the wet suit would tear it out when I put the suit on and took it off. I owe her a drink sometime. And I was going 'snorkeling' all right, at least when Terence buried that black cock in my throat it felt like it. Anyway... 

I texted Terrence, "all done, BD" 

"Good boi, pick you up at 7pm Friday your place. Wear shorts and a tee shirt"

Were we working out together now? All I could think of, instead I replied with "yes Black Daddy".

Needless to say Friday was a long day, the anticipation was excruciating, but I made it through. I got a quick bite to eat, showered, and shaved my face again, didn't want to disappoint, got dressed and waited. Terrence showed up around 7:45, late but still light enough to make out faces if you were watching. I walked quickly to his car hoping no neighbors were around. He stopped me before I got in the car.

"Hold up, white boy," he said, "step around to my side now, let me take a look at you."

I walked around the car to the driver's side so he could see me.

"Lift your shirt"

I look around thankful nobody was witnessing this and lifted it up to show him my bare chest.

"Nice, now the shorts"

I hesitated, probably shouldn't have, but I wasn't sure about exposing myself like that in public. Terrence didn't care.

"Bitch, do as you are told or it's going to get worse. Now, take off the shorts and hand them to me." 

I looked around again, I didn't see anyone out or anyone looking out their windows. I pulled the shorts off and stepped up to his window and handed them to him. 

"Step back, let me look at you," he demanded.

I did it and he tells me to remove my hands from my now half erect cock so he can see my pubic area, he said crotch actually. 

"Lift your balls, now turn, bend over, and spread 'em"

"Oh, God," I thought.

The inspection seemed to take forever, I went as fast as I could. Terrence seemed to be taking his sweet time. Perhaps it was the humiliation of being exposed, but time had stood still. Until finally...

"Not bad, bitch, get in the car...let's go!!"

He laid on the horn as I'm ran around the front of the car and jumped in the passenger's seat. He laughed and commented on how quick I could move when I wanted to. I said something about him being an asshole, but I'm pretty sure it came out as thank you Black Daddy.

"Can I have my shorts back please?"

"Bitch, you lost them when you made me wait, make sure you keep that towel under your ass. I don't want you soiling up my seats. I see you're happy to see me, boy." 

He looked down to my cock drawing my attention there, I was hard as a rock. My face flushed red and I said it must be the breeze on it. 

"The wind ain't the only thing blowing in this car," he laughed, "You ever heard of road head, bitch?" 

With that he pulled his black cock out of his shorts and reached over with one hand placing it behind my head and pulled me down to it.

"Please, Black Daddy, not here." I pleaded.

"We can do it outside the car if you want, faggot."

My mouth was already impaled on his dick, so I said "mmmph."

He pulled out into the street and turned up his hip-hop music and didn't bother rolling the window up. He had one hand on the wheel and one on the back of my head bobbing my mouth up and down on his cock with the bass. I did my best to suck him off hoping for no red lights, but that didn't work. After a few blocks we pulled to a stop and Terrence turned the music down. He was talking to some females that had pulled up beside him.

"Hey girls, howzit going?"

"Shit Terrence, is that you? What's yo black ass been up to"

"Chilling, you know, getting mine..." his voice trailed off.

"Damn, T you got another white boy to suck that dick of yours? You be a sick man, yo"

I could feel my face redden and Terrence lifting my head off his black cock so the girl could get a look at me. She was leaning out her side of the car to get a better view. I could feel the drool running down my chin and my face heating up even more from the humiliation.

"Oh don't let me interrupt, queer boy, you get your sissy ass back to work. You should be proud T lets you suck that gorgeous cock of his," she said.

Terrence laughed and pushed my head forcefully back on his dick. Light must have went green, because the music was loud again and the car was rolling. 

"That's it, cock boy, take that nigga dick deep," he groaned, "You're starting to like it, I can tell."

I immediately refuted this, but because he was pushing my head down even further, "mmmm" was all he heard.

I now had my hand on the base of his cock, stroking it while I sucked on him. I felt the car pull into a driveway or parking lot and stop, so I figured we had reached our destination. Terrence was close to cumming too, because he had let me keep servicing his throbbing monster, not bothering to get out of the car. His hips suddenly bucked and I felt his seed bursting through his shaft into my mouth. I did my best to swallow what I could, but it was flowing right out my mouth. 

"Damn, faggot, you have to swallow that shit," he said, pushing me off him.

He got out of the car and stood there with his dick still out telling me to get over there and clean him up. I got out with my shorts in my hand to wipe it up, but he wasn't having any of that. 

"Knees, bitch, use your tongue." 

I got on my knees and licked the drool and cum of his dick and shorts. So humiliating, I was still naked from the waist down and not to mention hard from it all. It didn't take long to clean it up and he seemed satisfied enough. 

"Get up and put your shorts on, cocksucker, I got work to do." 

We had entered the place through the back door, but I was pretty sure it was a bar of some sort the way it smelled of stale beer and bathroom. He took me down a narrow hallway to a door locked by a padlock. He opened it up and stopped me at the door.

"You don't get to walk in here. Strip and come in on your knees. You can put your clothes in the corner over there."

I was a bit confused, but I did as I was told and followed him in on my knees. He pointed to a spot near a desk, which he had sat behind. I kneeled in that spot as he logged onto his computer. I went to say something, but he shushed me, explaining this was one of his establishments and he had some paperwork to do. 

"Don't worry I got something for you to do, too. Be here in a few minutes, in fact."

Approximately ten minutes later one of the thugs, from the first night I met Terrence, came through the door. 

"T, what up!" he exclaimed.

"Damn, Leon, good to see you. We both running late tonight."

They did the one arm hug and fist bumped or whatever, made a lot of noise doing it, too. I kneeled there silently hoping Leon was just saying hello and leaving. I was getting pretty self-conscious sitting there naked on the floor at Terrence's feet, still half hard by the way. And who knew what Terrence's plan was with Leon.

"Damn T, you even brought your new blow job boy with you. What's the occasion?" Leon asked as he motioned to me and winked.

"Didn't want her to feel neglected by her Black Daddy, so I took her along for the ride. Why don't you keep her busy while I get this shit sorted out?"

Her??? Sheesh.

"You mean it, T?"

"Yeah, just don't be doing what you did last time, we lost that one remember?"

Leon laughed, "Nah, I'm cool, nigga, no more of that. I didn't know that one was so sensitive, ya know?"

"Right, you two run along, stay in the building though, I don't want you outside the place."

Leon assured him we'd find something to do here at his club and ordered me to get moving for the door. I went to reach for my clothes and was told I wouldn't need them. 

"Leave the clothes, cocksucker, we ain't goin far." 

See? 

Leon was not as big as Terrence was, in fact he was shorter than I was by an inch or so. He wasn't overly muscular however, he was well toned and in great shape. Everything about him was swimming in confidence. He was cool. Not the biggest guy in the room, but the coolest. I didn't like how I had come to meet him you know, through my dealings with Terrence, but I felt some sort of attraction to Leon.

He didn't lie, we went down the hall to another room. Looked like a place to stay the night, had a small bed and dresser. He ushered me in, I had crawled on my hands and knees. He didn't waste any time either, he slapped me on the ass as I went through the door.

"Look at me, bitch," he said and slapped me across the face, "no need to be shy, get Master Leon's pants off and free his black dick. You've been staring a hole in my crotch since I got here."

Sigh. "Master Leon," I thought. 

This was getting deeper, it was bad enough I was sucking Terrence's black dick at his whim, but now this guy, too? I positioned myself on my knees in front of Leon. He tilted my head up and made me look at him. He had a smug look on his face like he was doing me a favor. I unbuckled his belt, unfastened the button, and drew down the zipper. I grabbed the sides of his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. Leon slipped out of his sneakers, stepped out of his pants, and swept them out of the way with his foot. He stood there in his boxers and kept my gaze with his eyes for a stretch. 

"Well? This is where you ask Master Leon if you can take off his boxers, bitch."

I cleared my throat, "Sir, may I take off your boxers?"



Runners Unite



This is my first ever attempt at erotic fiction and hope you enjoy. I do ask that you please send comments, good and bad, so as I can improve. You won't hurt my feelings.

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Sitting incognito behind his Ray-Bans and a Dodgers cap, Robert tried in earnest to read his book. The coffee house was near the film school and had its share of teachers and students, creative types and tech nerds. They came in around 3 o'clock for that afternoon jolt and a few minutes away from the classes.

Robert could easily watch the beautiful girls with ideas of starring roles walk about if he wished but knew this only taxed his mind all the more and chances were they would not be more than fantasy anyway.

He had had his share of conquests and knew he was somewhat attractive but he never considered himself a ladies man. Though he kept in shape with cycling and running, the gym with light weights 3 times a week and other sports as he cared, he never stood out in a crowd. For 29, he was looking young enough.

On this day, like many others, he came here to enjoy a cappuccino and read a best-seller he was sent by a book-of-the-month club. He continually tried to cancel but alas received new books and never returned in the 10-day trial period.

As Robert was well into his forth chapter of a David Balducci mystery, he glanced up at the chatter of a young female voice. This in itself was not unusual. It did though bother him that he could be so easily distracted. Not that any guy would by nature look in the direction of a young woman but Robert was purposely trying to ignore that reflex.

Nevertheless, the woman talking at the counter was exquisite. With the barista flirting like a bartender with his caffeine cocktails, Robert at that moment believed he was seeing his ideal form. She was five-foot seven, just a couple of inches shorter than himself, with a deep natural bronzed skin. Thin but by no means a waif, she could be yoga instructor and his mind was quickly making mental notes.

She looked his way while she waited there by the counter and he boldly returned her gaze, thinking his shades made his stare undetectable. But after a couple of seconds, he lost his nerve and diverted back to his book. She grinned to herself, knowing that guys always liked what they saw in her features.

There was convenient seating but she chose a table directly diagonal to him, facing him just 5 feet away. Robert knew this could either be a sign or his imagination again getting the better of him. He always fantasized of meeting a woman and having casual sex but that never happens-not to a guy like Robert anyway.

As charming and athletic as he was, Robert also was the wise, comforting male friend for most of the girls in his life. He never interpreted signals when they came and often passed when they did because he was too selective. He went on dates often enough but usually never advanced beyond a second date and groping. Robert was usually the one not to call, becoming less interested and cynical as he experienced bad to worse to boring.

Ten minutes had passed and he realized he had been on the same page, reading for show. There was a beautiful woman in his peripheral and he could sit there and fantasize all day, doing nothing or he could leave and be productive elsewhere.....the thought of talking to her never entered his mind.

"Excuse me," she said as Robert was marking his place in the book and sliding the chair out quietly to leave. He was grabbing his trash and leaving when she said "Excuse me," again but touching his forehand for his attention.

"Yes, " Robert said, looking over as she had stood up and was standing next to him. He looked at her, studying her for the first time. Beyond the olive skin was a radiant face of full lips and emerald eyes, shoulder length black hair, silky smooth and parted down the side and tucked behind her ears.

"I hate to ask this and feel embarrassed but you appear normal and I have a bit of a problem and...," she started as Robert was looking at her with bewilderment. She thought he was being freaked out but he was taking enjoyment in a beautiful woman getting tongue-tied around him. Usually it was the other way around. 

"Let me start over," she said with a grin and instantly he was smitten.

"Take your time," Robert said. He was glancing over her and her features. She was probably 23 and had a runner's body of lean muscle and strong posture. Her black tank top covered b-cups and delicate shoulders. He quickly looked down to notice her khaki shorts and New Balance shoes-true runners' shoes.

"I'm Lindsay. Sorry to bother you but, well, could you give me a lift...if you're leaving that is." She almost grimaced, hating to have such a request.

"Well, I am leaving...is something wrong," Robert said, trying to figure if this was a line, a scam, a dream...

"My car died on me and I managed to coast into the parking lot. I think my transmission has had it.

"Well, I believe there is a garage about 2 blocks away, just down there," Robert said pointing in the direction west. "I'm afraid that I don't know very much about mechanics but if its your transmission, that will require a look over."

"Yeah...."

"...You can try seeing if they can get it in the shop,"

"...They are closed. I just tried walking over there,' Lindsay said.

"I don't mind giving you a lift but how far away," Robert asked with mixed emotions. Still not sure if this was all true.

"I'm about 5 miles away. I would almost just walk but I am slightly fatigued and I have asked the employees here and no one gets off for another couple of hours....I just have thought to ask. I'm very embarrassed right now," she said with a playful smile. 

"Okay," Robert said and began walking her out to his sedan. "Are you a runner? The shoes and fatigue...just wondering? Oh, and I'm Robert by the way," holding out his hand.

"Very nice to meet you and thank you sooo much. Yep. Are you," Lindsay asked, relieved they had something to talk about in the car. "I ran 8 this morning and just don't have a lot of energy after skipping lunch."

"Busy day? I can stop somewhere along the way if you need to pick up something quick," Robert said, now relating to the hunger pains of an endurance athlete.

"Ha! No, I have food at home and don't want you to do anymore for me anyway," she said as she studied his driving. A woman can learn a lot from the way a guy drives. The way he handles the traffic, courteous to other drivers, even the speed he takes the turn. To Lindsay, a man that handles his car with care and knowledge may very well know how to handle a woman too.

"Yes, I run long distance and bike," Robert commented. "Do any of the local races?"

They talked about some 5ks they had both done, surprised they had never seen each other. The 4 miles quickly ended at her small town home as they continued to talk in her driveway.

"Can I make you dinner," Lindsay said not so much as a question but a suggestion. "I can make some mean pasta. I am really grateful for the ride."

"It was my pleasure. You were actually on my way home anyway. I don't want to intrude," he said with his nice big brother routine, instantly cringing at letting this one get away.

"Don't want to intrude,' Lindsay said with a laugh. She put her hand on his knee and made a firm grip. "I was the one who intruded. Please come inside."

Robert did not miss that sign and felt the blood rushing south before he said yes. He put his hand on hers and said he would be delighted. They sat for a moment in the silence of the car before Robert opened his door and followed Lindsay inside her home.

"Excuse the mess as you can imagine, I wasn't expecting company when I left this morning," she said as she was picking up magazines from the sofa to make room for him and motioning to have a seat.

He sat down to her right and looked around at the lightly furnished house. There were some framed posters lying against the wall and a few boxes taped shut along the narrow hallway to the bedroom.

"Just moving in or getting ready to move out," he inquired while turning his attention to her and purposely putting his arm along the back of the couch and her.

"Slowly moving in....for the last 6 months. I'm in no hurry I guess."

Lindsay's lips were glossed over as she had been licking them in the car, out of nerves or arousal Robert did not know. She put her right hand on his knee again and asked if he was hungry now. "Hungry? Sure, I'm always eating," he said, knowing she could understand the meaning as a runner and but he also hoped she could sense his sexual overtone. She grinned at him as was getting up when he decided to get up himself. She was using his knee as support and fell forward as moved.

"Woah, I've got you. Sorry,' Robert said as he held her at the hips and quickly admired her small frame. He held her longer than he knew was needed and Lindsay steadied herself, looked up at him and kissed him forcefully on the lips.

"I hope I'm not intruding again but thought you may like that," Lindsay talked between her kisses to his bottom lip and right cheek.

"I think I want you, right now," he said as he lowered his hands to her backside and gently squeezed her firm ass.

She giggled and led him into her bare bedroom. The blinds were closed but the late afternoon sun shone through the sides to make playful patterns along the bad and floor. She put her hands to his face and kissed more erotically this time, moving her tongue over his. She withdrew and asked him to lie down.

"Do you do this often," Robert dreaded asking but was also somewhat surprised at how fast this was progressing. He removed his blue polo and was unbuckling his belt.

"This isn't going to be a one night stand, you know....I'm hping to have you come over again," Lindsay was speaking as she pulled her tank top over head. There was no bra and her breasts were beautiful. B-cups as he thought and her nipples were the size of half-dollars. They were dark and pointed up and out like Hershey kisses. Her abdomen was tight, not quite a six-pack but there was very little body fat. She was probably a size 1. She was careful to remove everything for his viewing pleasure and threw the tank top a him playfully.

She reached down to throw off her shoes and then worked at her khakis. Slowly pulling them off to reveal some pink panties with hearts on them, Lindsay watched Robert to see how he was enjoying himself. Robert's erection was about to shoot through his dress pants.

He yanked off his shoes and socks, then removed his pants. The head of his cock was pointing out of his boxers and Lindsay seemed pleased. It's 8 inched were rock solid and already glistening at the point.

"I'm glad you gave me a ride today, Robert," Lindsay said as she got on the bed and put her head between his legs.

She swallowed his cock to the back of her mouth and coughed but quickly adjusted her position and kept his member there as she started humming. This sensation made Robert's head fall back in complete ecstasy. He grasped the back of her head out of reflex and then dropped them to the shoulders and massaged the soft bone and muscle, a return of favor for this sucking.

In the quietness of her bedroom, you could hear two things-the far away drone of traffic as rush hour had started and the more apparent wet, sensual rubbing of her lips on his now rock solid gorge. The fluids of her mouth had made his cock shimmer in the light coming through the blinds and she was getting more hungry by the minute, demanding more of his shaft into her warm ravenous face. 

She was humming and moaning, back and forth as Robert was transfixed by this reality, this blowjob that had him ramming her unapologetically with thrusts that left her leaning back on her hands but fully intent on not letting him out of her hot mouth. She would occasionally look up at him and gaze as if asking if he'd ever been given better head. His actions in return answered no.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth if you don't release right now," Robert warned but did not care for her preference at that moment. Luckily for him, she continued to suck like a vacuum, welcoming his semen.

With a great thrust and yelp like Braveheart, or so Robert delighted in thinking at that moment, he released what felt like 2 tablespoons of liquid lava into her mouth. She did not hesitate to swallow it and continued sucking for several more minutes, not allowing him to go the least bit soft.

"I think I need to show you some appreciation," Robert said in a quiet, pleased tone. He watched with deep admiration as she laid on her back and removed her panties with a slight wet spot. She spread her legs apart, showing him her nicely trimmed bush. It was thick enough to be grabbed but short enough to see all the definition in her labia.

Robert climbed onto the bed like a wild cat approaching his defenseless prey. He was licking his lips in anticipation of a great meal awaiting him. Never one to truly love the giving of oral sex, Robert could not think of anything else he wanted more. He looked her in the eyes for a second, acknowledging her and this act, not yet out of his mind with lust.

With that courtesy, he put his lips down to her sex and grazed upon the wetness. He kissed her inner thighs, treating them like a most special treasure. Robert looked up at her and saw the satisfaction in her grin. He moved up slowly and kissed her navel. 

"Thank you for inviting me over today," Robert said with a smirk. "This afternoon will stay with me for a very long time."

She grinned and ran her hands through his light brown hair. Almost instructionally, she pressured his head down to keep him on task. He ran his tongue down her body as he approached the bush. He wet his lips and then with his left hand, spread open her pussy and sucked on her beautiful clit. He licked the sides of her pussy and began licking and sucking the prominent features, stopping and going, slowing and speeding up based on her vocal calls.

He enjoyed bringing her to primal grunting and occasional squirms. All the while, he was rubbing his fully erect cock against her bed, the sensation of her sheets against his member kept him hard for her.

For several minutes, he both sucked her clit and put two of his fingers into her. She constricted her muscles around his fingers and made him know that she was going to be a very tight girl for him to enter. As his mouth was becoming fatigued with the cunnilingus, he glanced up to her to see if she was ready for more. 

With out word, he got on his knees, approached her and placed his 8-inch cock at her entrance. He thumped her clit with it several times, the flesh of the two and her bush making sweet music. With one gentle thrust he entered her and she exhaled with a deep fulfillment, a gesture of extreme pleasure overtaking her entire body as she orgasmed before the fucking even began in force.

Lindsay's tightness squeezed around him, holding him in her warm cunt and milking him with her massage. He looked at her and took a picture in his mind. Her eyes were rolled up and she was shaking in her last throws of the orgasm. As she cooled and slowed, Robert began again with long, steady strokes into her. Her bush was tickling his groin. She put her hands on his backside and squeezed his buttocks, bringing him ever more inside her. He ran his hands up her abdomen and squeezed her nipples, playing with them like tiny arcade controllers; they stood on end, about a quarter inch poke from the large areolas.

He pulled out of her so he could position himself on her and began sucking at her nipples and kneading her small breasts. Robert knew to withdraw for a bit and allow her to crave it before beginning again. She put her right on his cock and tugged at it while her left was massaging his lower back.

"I want to sit on you and fuck you....I want to cum all over you, your cock then on your mouth. Let me fuck you," she said like a frenzied addict. Robert got off her and slid over to his back. She quickly got on her knees and sucked him, running her mouth down his shaft and squeezing his balls with her left hand. He was ready to blow but knew he could stay hard all night. It would just take a few minutes to recover once he came.

She climbed over him and rubbed her bush against his upper thigh, knowing how this must tease him. His prick rubbed against her and throbbed in anticipation. She straddled him and moved his prick behind her, placing the shaft between her butt crack and slowly rubbing it between her firm cheeks. She now had him moaning.

With her wetness smearing across their groins, she reached back for his cock and with a slight lift inserted it into her and started grinding on it. Robert was bucking at her and trying to go in synch with her bounces. They weren't making any vocal sounds but the bed creaked and their bodies' fluids broke the silence and they melded together.

"I'm going to cum again," Robert warned as Lindsay was elated in her ride. She unsaddled and put him back in her mouth and sucked on the head while her right stroked the shaft tightly. He thrust into her and jetted a minute load but carried a great rush to his head. She continued to suck on him even as he went limp.

Both spent, they lay in each other's arms and watched the last of the daylight and its warmth retreat across the bedroom and out into the evening twilight. He stayed with her that night, no longer capable of more sex but they cuddled on her bed. He took her to her car the next morning and then to breakfast after that. They wanted to fuel up for running and what else may lay ahead.