Hi everyone,

Literotica has been amazingly supportive of my writing efforts thus far. Thank you -so- much!

I wrote this piece in one sitting. It is a fictional work and, yes, the girl that I’m writing about does read these.

I was thinking that I’d like to continue this story, but there are a number of directions our adventure could go. So make sure to tell me what you’d like to see happen next!

Kisses and other such things, -mostlyintact


“This is crazy,” I hiss. Each syllable is punctuated by the soft thump of my running shoes. The noise cutting distinctly and clearly through the still night air.

“But fun!” you laugh, pulling ahead of me and spinning, arms outstretched. I do wish you would be quieter, but watching you twirl naked through the moonlight makes me glad to be here.

You fall back in step with me. Your perky breasts bounce with you strides and rise and fall with you labored breathing. They are pale, like the rest of you, outlined clearly and perfectly against the black of the night. Except for two dark spots where I know your cute pink running shoes to be. I make a mental note to tip Mr. Moonbeam next time I get the chance.

I can see you sneaking sidelong glances at me. I’m wearing a sports bra, to prevent my larger boobs bringing me agonizing pain with every step, but you don’t seem to mind. Judging by your gaze, you’re more of an ass-woman. This is fine by me. I am proud of my butt. The way it flexes with each upward thrust. The way it bounces just the right amount every time I make new contact with the pavement. These midnight runs, I can only imagine, will make it even better.

“We’re here.” you tell me, pulling my mind from that blank state of zen which running so quickly brings to me.

I look about. We are on the outskirts of the park, a planted row of trees shields us from casual eyes. But only a little. The night remains our true defense. In this artificial glade, about five paces from the asphalt, is a statue. A marble man on a marble chair, arms thrown casually over its back, head cocked sideways; judging.

“Swing Vote,” I read off the little metal plaque in front of the statue.

When you don’t respond I turn around, and you give me a guilty smile. We both laugh, realizing you were too distracted by my bending over to hear what I’d said.

You tell me to wait and scamper off. Now it’s my turn to watch your butt. You pull yourself gracefully into the lower branches of one of the trees -more interesting angles- and retrieve a small brown paper bundle.

I am confused, and a little concerned. But I don’t think it’s drugs. Despite the newness of our sexual relationship, we’ve been friends for years, and I’ve never known you to do anything more then drink.

Your smile, outlined in bold in this dim light, tells me what the parcel contains even before you unwrap it and waggle its contents in my face.

“No fucking way!”

“Yes fucking way!” you tell me happily, slapping the white silicone cock against me cheek. And dancing over to the quiet marble statue. In your other hand I see your white leather harness. I follow you, dumbfounded.

There is some muttering and cursing as you fit the stone man with your toy. But I am, of course, watching you more then I am listening. And I suspect you know, as you drop a buckle for the third time. Your pussy, peaking out from between your asscheeks, shimmers teasingly in the moonlight and you bend over to grab the errant strand. You’re wet.

Eventually you stop teasing me and fasten the dildo tightly into the harness. In the dim light the marble man and the white silicone penis look fused, a complete being. You beckon me forward to kneel between the marble man’s legs. Like the good girl I am, I comply.

Looking up at the statue I am struck by the emotions captured in the carved face. He is clearly weighing great and powerful options, yet seems confident that he will arrive at the right decision. His majesty -for that is the correct term- reminds me how exposed we are out here, it makes my ears twitch at every cricket chirp and my stomach knot with a nervous thrill. He is the kind of man who’s cock I’d like to suck.

“Do it!” you whisper in my ear, and I lean forward to envelope the silicone penis with my mouth.

I support myself with my hands on the statue’s thighs. This man will not buck excitedly underneath me as I press him to the back of my throat, and so I use no protective hand at the base of his cock. It is only my mouth, my lips, my throat, my tongue and his rapidly warming penis.

I delight in you watching me. And find myself inspired by a desire to impress you. Your hand, gentle but firm on the back of my head, encourages me. To my own amazement I find my lips pressed against the soft leather of the harness, and you hold me there. My eyes, though they can see nothing but the leather and stone before me, are wide.

Lips tickle at the back of my neck, teeth nibble at my earlobe, the sensations taunt my gag reflex. But I persevere, the silicone penis inside of me feels like it belongs.

“Would you like to ride him?” you ask me, still pressing my head to his crotch.

It is a silly question. The vibrations of my “mh-hm!” transfer from the back of my throat, through the silicone invader, and finally to my outer lips. They feel like a static shock.

“Good girl.” You coo to me, letting me expel the invader. I do so slowly, sucking and dragging my tongue against its underside, imagining that the stature creaks and groans with pleasure. The sillicone dick glitters with my saliva.

My own desire quickly takes hold. The inanimate blow job has left me with a wetness of my own, so I quickly straddle the statue, thighs gripping his torso, arms around his neck for balance. But you stop me before I can do more then tickle my opening with the waiting cock.

“Hold on. Cock ring.” I groan with anticipation as a tiny electric hum emerges from the statue’s groin. I feel you touch the tip of the enhanced dildo to my lips, and I can already sense the vibrations whispering up from the rubbery ring at its base.

You have a gift for picking out dildos. This is the perfect size.

Though the silicone member and I are both slick as can be, and though your hand acts as an eager guide, I take the insertion slow. The cock stretches me to the point where I must consciously let my body stretch to accommodate each inch, but it is not so thick that I am concerned I will hurt myself. I clamp my thighs around the hard stone torso for leverage. His chest is cold, a sharp contrast to his well warmed penis.

As I near the base of the shaft I feel the buzzing of the ring more intensely. Little rubber nubs reach out to tease at my clit. But I am not ready for them yet. I need to pace myself.

I fuck him slow at first, almost lifting off his tip at the end of each stroke. My labia flutter, being pulled a bit into me with every down stroke and released again to the outside world with every upstroke. I know this, because you tell me. Your voice coming, unabashed, from your vantage point between the statue’s legs. Knowing you are watching my parts so closely flushes me with an embarrassed heat. I makes the statue’s cool skin feel delightful.

Eventually I let the shaft press all the way into me. My but hits your nose, greedily close to the action, and you squeak in surprise. But this doesn’t register for me. I am grinding my clit against the cock ring with reckless abandon.

“I was enjoying the show,” you tell me, a pout in your voice.

The ring’s rubbery appendages flutter against my clit. They are a perfect tease to accompany the stronger reverberations of the motor deeper inside the toy.

“Sorry,” I stammer. I rock back against the dildo, presenting you with a better view of my holes. But most importantly, this increases the amazing pressure on my clit.

“Good enough,” you say brightly. Then you lick my asshole.

Your lick are not teasing nor probing. You simply bathe my pucker and all of the skin around it with your warm tongue. You let the cool night air chill the wet skin (watching my asshole clench tightly against the cold; I’m sure) before enthusiastically warming it again.

You will be able to tell when I cum. Not that it’s a subtle thing, but I know once I orgasm you will want to change up the activity. So I try to hold it off; to loosen my pelvic muscles and just bask in the perfect pleasure of the moment. I have heard that girls can do this. I am not one of them.

With the hot rush of my orgasm, which warms me to my chilled extremities, comes a desire to be truly fucked. I disengage my sensitive clit from the ring and thrust against the dildo forcefully, timing the moment of deepest penetration with the onset of each wave of scorching bliss.

My asshole, as assholes are want to do, contracts and releases in time with the tides of my orgasm. And I shriek in surprise as your tongue uses these opportunities to dart inside. The tickling invasions send new waves of a different frequency to crash against the initial reverberations of my orgasm. The two sensations mingle and change, their new flavor encouraging my body to continue battering me with pleasure.

When I am finally finished I topple backwards, away from our marble friend. But your body is there to catch me, stiff nipples and warm breasts pressing into my back.

“You know. If you keep shouting like that someone’s going to come looking for the poor girl being raped in the park.”

I mumble something apologetic as you pull me backwards. The dildo, slipping wetly out of me, pops right back to attention. You smile happily, patting the bouncing bit of silicone as tough you’re quite proud of it.

“Come here darling.”

You position me so that I am kneeling between the statue’s knees again. With the effects of my orgasm -and associated lust- wearing off, this position is a scary one. I cannot see the path behind us. I feel vulnerable here, wearing only my running shoes.

But when I look up, instigated by your sharp intake of breath, these thoughts vanish. You have straddled the statue, facing me, with your feet on his knees. The dildo, well lubricated with my juices, has just popped its flared head past the outer ring of your asshole. I stare. You smile.

I know that your ring of muscled flesh, stretching and rolling as you slowly work the marble man’s cock into you, is a delightful pink color; as are your pussy and nipples. But in this light, you look monochrome, a specter in the night,

You let me watch you take the entire length of the dildo into you. Gasping in pleasure as my eyes widen. Then you reach forward and tangle your fingers into my hair. I shuffle on my knees towards you, to bury my face in your pussy.

Your sex tastes different tonight. The other times I have lapped at your juices you have tasted and smelled floral and light. Now your smell, though unmistakably you, is stronger and less diluted. The skin around your pussy, when I nibble at it, is salty. We should play after workouts more often.

Your fingers, pulling two fistfuls of my hair towards you send the clear message that you are not to be teased. I make a long stroke from the skin just above where the dildo penetrates your ass to your clit, scooping as much of your sweat wetness as I can to deposit around your clit.

Now I suckle at that bead of flesh, tilting my head to roll my lips around it without breaking the suction. You pull my hair harder. This is your method of encouragement. I tickle the soft skin below your clit with my tongue and moan in pain as you tangle your fingers deeper into my locks, it is indistinguishable from your moans of pleasure.

I am startled when you pull back from me, I can tell my your breathing that your orgasm is drawing close. But you continue to fuck the top half of the dildo rapidly, arching your back to use the statue’s chest for support. One hand disentangles itself from my hair and rubs tight circles against your clit.

This hurts my feelings. A stupid, childish phrase, but it’s true. I am utterly crushed that you’ve chosen the ministrations of your finger over the careful and loving touch that my mouth had offered.

But then then the hand still holding my hair pulls me closer to you, and I understand. You want me to watch.

And I do. I watch you fuck your ass on the marble man. I watch for the ring of my juices which you leave behind at the end of every down stroke. I listen to the sloppy wet sound when you lift all the way up. I watch the muscles in your thighs shake with the effort of your position. I watch a drop of wetness slide down from your pussy to mingle with the lubrication I have already provided you.

When you cum I am mesmerized. I watch, transfixed, as your asshole pulsates against the marble man’s cock. The muscle, trying so desperately to squeeze shut, but unable to do so.

I hope that you will let me fuck my ass with the toy now. Or better yet, that you will don the harness and fuck me yourself. I imagine the nights activities, recorded by the juices on the dildo, smacking wetly against my butt and slithering sneakily down over my pussy.

“Honey,” you tell me. Your pussy is now back in my face, the marble man’s dick burred fully in your ass. “I’m too exhausted to move. And we have company.”

To be continued…?

Author’s note:

This story is a lot longer than I’d intended, and broken into three parts. It usually takes from a couple of days to a few weeks for me to complete a story, but this one took me seven months. It didn’t go where I thought it would, and some of you may find the end of Ch 3 a little weird. Perhaps it is. But I think the whole story is “action packed” enough to make up for it.

I’d love it if you would let me know what you think, and please vote!

TC 5

Let’s Go for a Run, Ch 01

I met Sharon at Mike’s Friday night party. We ended up together mostly because everyone else there was married or attached, and besides, I’d never seen her before. Turns out she just started at Mike’s company, and he asked her to come so she could mingle a little, since a lot of the guests work there.

I noticed her first because she’s tall, almost my height, and slim almost to the point of being skinny. “Hi,” I said, “my name’s Dan, I’m a friend of Mike’s.” We went through the usual introductory chit-chat, but finally I couldn’t resist asking, “Are you, by any chance, a runner?”

That’s all it took. She was, of course, and an ardent one, at that. I had run cross country, years ago in high school, and jogged a little while I was in college, but all that was a memory now. However, it did mean I wasn’t ignorant of the subject, and it turned out to be her favorite topic. We got a couple of drinks, and ended up in a corner, chatting for most of the night.

I was kind of blindsided though, when she asked me if I would like to join her for a run the next morning. I’m not exactly out of shape, but at 28, I haven’t really run for over 5 years. I know enough about runners to be fairly sure she probably did five or six miles, three to five days a week, probably at around seven minutes per. I tried to whine my way out of it, but she wasn’t having any of my excuses, and she said she would be gentle. We could do two or three miles at “my” pace.

She also asked if I knew any good places to run, and as it happens, I do. Most of the locals do the roads and trails around the reservoir in town. I said I would pick her up, since she’s new to the area. She wanted me to come by at seven, but I managed to negotiate 8 AM. After all, we were at the party, drinking, and it was already after eleven. I walked her out to her car, and was pleased when she leaned to me and gave me a kiss goodnight on the lips, as I opened the door for her.

Truthfully, I was quite taken with her. She had the typical runners build, slim hips and small behind, and breasts that disappeared under anything heavier than a T-shirt. But she had a very pretty face under short blonde hair, and smiled a lot, with eyes that sparkled. If I survived the run without disgracing myself, it might be worth the effort.

I got up at 6, showered, took a couple of ibuprofen, and managed to find an old pair of running shorts that I could get into. I had to wipe the mildew off the old running shoes, but at least, they weren’t worn out. White socks and a Tee completed the outfit.

I got to her door right on time, and she answered at the first ring. She came right out, but I noticed there was a younger girl behind her who yelled, “Have fun, Shari,” as the door closed. “Mandy, my sister,” she said. “Both of my younger sisters live with me.”

When we arrived, we went through the usual stretching routine, and soon were on the road that circles the reservoir. I was guessing it was about a 2 mile loop. She was true to her word, and let me set the pace, the best I could do without puffing too badly. When we got to the first of the many marked trails, she said, “Do you mind if we try this? I love running in the woods.” Truthfully, I had no idea where it went, but my cross country experience had at least prepared me for trail running, so of course, I agreed.

Fortunately the trail was pretty flat, but I knew it would be longer than the road. She chatted, while I concentrated on conserving my breath, and at the eight minute mark, I figured we had gone at least a mile. So far so good. At 16 minutes, I was feeling a little tightness in my calves and thighs, but what bothered me more was, the trail never seemed to turn towards the parking lot. At around 24 minutes, we turned and the sun was in my eyes, which I figured should be the way back.

She asked how I was doing, realizing this was more than I had bargained for, and I didn’t say much, but I noticed a definite ache in my left thigh. By 30 minutes, I had slowed noticeably, running flatfooted way off my earlier pace,, and she had a look of concern on her face, apologizing for taking me so much farther than planned. The trail rejoined the road, and we could see the opening of the parking area, about a quarter mile ahead.

Then it happened. I got a major cramp in my left thigh, and just managed to dive onto the grass, avoiding the pavement. I was in agony, trying to find a position for my leg that would bring some relief. Despite myself, tears streamed down my face from the sharp pain. She was on me at once, grabbing my ankle and pulling hard, pushing my toes down, pointing away. That did help, and in a minute or two I was sure I wouldn’t die – immediately. Once she found the key to relieving the pressure, her hands found the knotted muscle and massaged my thigh deeply. A few others stopped to look, but went on their way.

The initial crisis over, she started apologizing profusely for taking me on a trail she didn’t know, even though she knew I would be limited in endurance. I shushed her, saying I didn’t know any more than she did, and it wasn’t her fault. Sometimes you have to lie a little. And besides, I was beginning to really enjoy her hands on my thigh.

In a few minutes, I felt I could walk back to the lot with her, and made it without limping too badly. When we got into the car, she said again, how badly she felt, and surprised me by leaning over and kissing me. A real kiss! I guess to take my mind off the pain. It did, and I put my hand on her back, pulling her closer for another. She didn’t seem to mind at all. When our lips parted, she said,” Let’s go back to the house, Dan, I’ll see if I can do a little more for your leg.”

When we got back, she had me sit on her couch, leg up, and went for some supplies. She came back with some muscle relaxant crème, ice in a towel, and an Ace bandage. Also, a bottle of water and a couple more ibuprofen, a runner’s best friend. By now, the pain was much less, though certainly not gone, and I began to really enjoy it when she vigorously rubbed the crème into my thigh, her fingers coming very close to my balls and cock, held only by a jock, under the light running shorts. In fact, I think she noticed that a little swelling started there, and giggled as she rubbed even higher.

Once she had made sure the crème was gone, she put the ice pack on my leg, saying we needed to give it 15 minutes or so. She sat with me on the couch and said softly, “Dan, I’m really sorry I let this happen,” and she leaned over, put a hand on my chest and kissed me softly on the cheek. Her concern was genuine, and her gentle touch made me shudder. I turned to her and put an arm across her shoulders, pulling her lips to mine.

The kiss started gently, but quickly deepened, as her lips parted, begging for my tongue. When I accepted the invitation, the tip of hers met mine, and our tongues played inside her mouth. She pressed against me, and moaned softly as our lips ground together. I had to fight hard to remember the ice pack to keep from turning and wrapping her in my arms. Her hand slid back and forth across my chest and down to my stomach, and it was my turn to moan into her mouth. There was nothing I could do to keep my cock from hardening into a very noticeable bulge, straining against my jock under the thin shorts.

She let her hand slide down and run lightly over it, following its length, back and forth. I groaned and almost lost the ice pack as my hips lifted when I strained to press against her hand. She whispered into my ear, “Mmmmm, I like that, Dan. And I’d love to do something about it, but I expect my sisters will be coming back any time now. But if you let me, I’ll give you a rain check, and promise to make up for it later.” When she kissed me again she was almost purring. And I was shaking with desire and delight.

When we remembered the ice pack again I already had water running down my leg from the towel, my thigh was numb from the cold, and my cock was rock hard. I let her go reluctantly as she slid off the couch and dried me off, smiling as she rubbed much longer than necessary. She wrapped the ace bandage tightly around my thigh, and put the clips on. That really did help, and, I could hardly feel the pain any more. Having finished with her doctoring, she smiled and leaned over and kissed me again. This time, I put both hands on her back and pulled her down to me. Our tongues had a reunion in her mouth and played enthusiastically.

She pressed against me harder, and moaned softly into my mouth, but after a few minutes she pulled back and smiled at me. She reached down and patted my swollen cock again, and said with a giggle, “I’d really love to give him a massage too, but I’m afraid it would only make the swelling worse. And besides, I really expect my sisters will pop in the door any minute now.” But she rubbed her hand over my cock a few more times.

Right on cue, we heard the door open and both sisters came in, eyes wide when they saw me on the couch with their sister. I sat up, trying to hide the bulge a bit, and hoped all they could see was the bandage on my leg. Shari calmly explained what had happened. I got it under control a little, and she made introductions all around.

The sisters weren’t kids; Sharon was 27, Denise 23, and Mandy 21. It seems their parents died in an accident, and Shari took over the sisters; they had been with her since Mandy was 17. When she moved for her new job, they moved with her. Both planned to enroll in the local community college and had part time jobs. All three were built pretty much alike, tall and slim, and all three were runners.

Once the introductions were over, the girls headed to their rooms, leaving me and Shari. She bent over and kissed me again, long and deep. “They are great kids,” she said, “but sometimes having them around is a real disadvantage.” She added, “I’d like to get them out of their shells. They need lives of their own.”

It was obvious that not much was going to happen there right then, so I tried plan B. “Shari, how about if I take you to lunch?”

She accepted, and the big smile I got told me she had been hoping I’d come up with something. She made me promise it would be someplace casual, and I asked her about the local Beef and Brew. Most runners like beer, and she was no exception. We both needed to clean up and change, and I told her I’d be back in an hour to pick her up.

I found I could walk pretty well with the bandage and medication, and after a quick shower I arrived back at her door wearing a golf shirt and shorts, considering the bandage a badge of honor by now. I was pleased to see she had on only a light pink blouse and very short shorts. At least with the blouse, I could see a hint of nipple, and suspected she had no bra underneath.

No sooner did we get in the car, than she leaned over and kissed me once again. As I reached to hold her, I let my fingers slide across the front of her blouse, and clearly felt two firm nipples. She moaned into my mouth and pressed against my arm. Both of us were breathing hard when our lips parted, and she said, “I think we need some nourishment.” Her hand was on my bare thigh, fingers moving up and down, all the way to the restaurant.

The place was crowded, and we had to settle for an interior booth, but at least it was in the darkest part of the dining area. Once seated we immediately kissed again, only to be interrupted by the blushing waitress. Shari asked me if we could get a pitcher of Heinekens, which was great with me, since that’s what I have at home. Grilled chicken suited both of us, and we quickly sent the waitress packing.

Feeling comfortable with her now, I put an arm around her, and she quickly leaned against me. Now our lips were grinding, and our tongues going wild. She had one hand on the back of my head, pulling me to her. The other was in my lap, unabashedly stroking my already hard cock. I put one hand between her legs and squeezed, over the shorts, and she pushed herself into my hand. She was squirming against me, trying to rub her small breasts against my chest.

For a moment the hand in my lap released me, and she smiled, saying, “Here, I’ll make it easy for you.” She reached down and undid the button on her shorts, slid the zipper down, and lifted a moment so she could slide the tight shorts down a bit. Then she regained a firm grasp on my cock and rammed her tongue back into my mouth. When I slid my hand into the open shorts I felt bare skin, she had no panties, and her pussy was completely bald, the skin smooth as silk. And she was dripping wet.

When I stroked her there, her hips rolled and lifted from the bench, and I had to capture her moans in my mouth. I was about to slide my fingers into her when I caught motion from the corner of my eye. The waitress was there with the tray, putting our plates on the table and trying very hard not to look. We froze, in embarrassed silence, until she left. Then Shari said, “Mmmm, it does look pretty good – for an appetizer.” There are no words to describe the wicked look she gave me.

We both downed a large glass of the draft beer in just a gulp or two, and started working on the meal. Fortunately it really was very good, and gave us something else to concentrate on. Even so, she left her shorts undone and put one of her long legs over my thigh.

Her legs were spread wide, and after eating a few bites, I couldn’t resist sliding my hand into her shorts and dipping my fingers into her. She moaned and pressed against them. I stroked a bit, then lifted my sopping wet fingers, and slowly licked them as she watched. There was a look of pure lust on her reddening face. But for sure, she one-upped me! She reached under the table, put her fingers into herself, brought the hand back up and licked them clean! The excitement of our play in such a public place was intensely erotic! I almost lost my load into my briefs at that sight. She smiled at me and said, “Wow, this meal is delicious!”

It was, but I couldn’t wait for it to be over and I know she couldn’t either. We finished the beer and while she buttoned her shorts, I threw some money on the table to more than cover the bill, and we almost ran out of there. Once in the car, she said, “Let’s go to your place, and I’ll put some more cream on your thigh – or somewhere.”

She had my fly open before I swerved out of the parking lot, and had me standing at attention as she stroked me all the way to the house. My hands were shaking as I fumbled for the key, and she rubbed my cock again as she waited, right outside the door!

We barely made it inside, and as I slammed her back against the closed door I said, “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a new one,” grabbed the neck of her blouse and ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere. It was only then I saw what lay beneath. Her breasts were indeed small, runners breasts, but her nipples were completely swollen, the tips almost an inch long. When we unlocked lips long enough, she grabbed the bottom of my shirt and yanked it over my head. Then she pressed those iron hard nips against me and ground them into my chest. As she did she moaned and sighed, leaving little doubt how much she liked it.

I lifted her off her feet and carried her into the downstairs bedroom, tossing her on the bed. She wiggled her shorts down over her hips as I unbuttoned and unzipped mine. I was about to pull them down when she said, “Wait!” and slid off the bed again, moving in front of me and grabbing the shorts, sliding them and my underwear down my legs together. She lowered herself along with them, and ended up on her knees in front of me. Wasting no time, she grasped my cock and stroked it hard a few times, then pulled the head into her mouth. Her lips were like a vise, holding me as her tongue swirled around me. She moaned with satisfaction. So did I.

I put my hands on her head as she stared up at me, eyes burning. When I started to push forward, she opened her lips and let me slide in all the way to the back of her mouth in one stroke. She started rocking back and forth, her lips squeezing, her mouth sucking. I watched as my cock, dripping with her saliva, disappeared and re-appeared faster and faster. Just when I thought I would cum at any moment, she stopped, only her tongue swirling around my shaft.

Her eyes looked up and caught mine, refusing to let go. Her lips loosened and she pressed forward. I felt my cock slip into her throat, and keep sliding, deeper and deeper, until her chin was against my balls! Her head started moving back and forth and inch or two, throat fucking me. In a matter of seconds, I came down her throat, spurt after spurt, and I could feel her trying to swallow my cock head as she took it all. I was shaking, legs feeling so weak I had to put a hand on the bed. Eyes still locked on mine, her lips slid slowly off me and she licked up the few remaining drops. She gave me a satisfied, “MMMmmmmmmmmm,” along with a sparkling grin.

“How the hell did….” I started.

But she cut me off and said, “I read about it in “Runner’s Road” magazine.”

That was so totally unexpected I couldn’t help but laugh, and she giggled as she got up off the floor. I grabbed her in my arms and squeezed her to me as our lips locked again. She may have had a hard runner’s body, but she felt soft and smooth as silk.

Once again, I lifted her and threw her on the bed. This time she stayed put, and wiggled to the center of it. I crawled on after her, just one thing in mind. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her. She was gasping as soon as I started kissing my way down her chest. I ran my tongue around the gentle curves of her small breasts, then put a hand over each one of them. She shuddered as my palms closed around them and pressed against the nipples.

I removed one hand and replaced it with my mouth, opened wide so my lips didn’t touch the nipple, but pressed against her breast. I squeezed with my lips as they slowly moved towards the tall, pointed nipple. At last I reached the swollen crinkly base, and my lips wrapped around the hard little tower. As my wet lips locked onto it and my tongue lightly stroked the tip, her back arched suddenly, ramming the tip deeper into my mouth. She was shaking and moaning as I sucked harder and my tongue swirled against it. My fingertips found the other hard tip, and started stroking it softly. Gradually I squeezed harder with both my fingers and lips and she was writhing on the bed, head pressed against the pillow, back arched.

She was moaning, gasping, almost sobbing. My fingers pulled and stretched, twisted and squeezed harder. My Lips pressed down on her breast as my tongue ground against the hard tip. Her reaction was amazing. Her hips were rolling, and I was tempted to put my hand over her pussy, but first, I closed my teeth on the tip of her nipple, and pulled, stretching it. She screamed, arching completely off the bed, and her hand slapped over her pussy, fingers digging into it. She came; her cum gushing so hard it wet her hand and dripped onto the bed. Her entire body was convulsing. Afraid I might hurt her, I released the nipple and kissed it softly.

It took at least a minute before she stopped thrashing on the bed, and she was still gasping, eyes closed. I kissed her lips softly, and said, “Shari, baby! You ok?” She opened her eyes and laughed at me.

“Damn!” she sighed, “Ok? I just came all over your bed! That was fucking wonderful! What my breasts lack in size they make up for in sensitivity. You can make me cum any time you want, just by playing with them. Now you know my secret. Don’t forget it!”

As she rolled towards me, she purred, “That was terrific, Dan! And as her hand grasped my hardening cock, she kissed my chest.

I slid my hand over her wet pussy and started stroking it, feeling her hips slowly rolling in response. Her breasts were not the only things that liked my touch. My fingertips slid up and down over her lips, teasing, then slipped inside her, and her hips lifted to pull them deeper. Her hand was sliding lightly over my rigid shaft, and she was sighing and moaning softly. Her orgasm had taken the edge off her need, and now she could truly enjoy my touches. She knew just how to keep my cock hard and swollen, without bringing me close to the edge. Her hand was teasing me just right. We were enjoying each other.

Her hips were rolling harder; I could tell her need was rising and mine had already risen – in her hand. I leaned over and kissed her again, then moved between her legs, kneeling, our eyes locked. I ran my hands up and down her thighs, and she spread her legs wide, almost straight out to her sides. Her legs were long and slim, and her body was obviously very supple.

Again, I ran my fingers lightly over her pussy, feeling how wet she was. Then I replaced my hand with my cock, pressing it against her, running it up and down her wet and swollen lips. Her hips were moving slowly, and she was moaning as her hand reached for me. I moved closer and she grasped me, pulling until she could press me to her entrance. I leaned forward, put my hands on her shoulders and pulled myself slowly into her. Her hips lifted as she tried to take me faster and deeper. She was making lovely, needy sounds as my body pressed against hers, my cock buried in her.

She squirmed on the bed as I held her in place, pinned down by my cock. I could feel her cunt contracting, kneading my shaft. Slowly I started thrusting, long smooth strokes. Her hips moved with me, and we smiled at each other. Our pace quickly increased and our breathing deepened. Our bodies began to slap together, and we both were gasping and moaning with pleasure and excitement. “Oh God, fuck me hard!” she gasped. She began to pant as I moved faster, ramming myself into her harder. Her hips lifted in short, urgent strokes, meeting me and forcing me deeper. Her eyes closed, and her fingertips grasped the tips of her swollen nipples. Knowing what effect that would have on her, I started slamming into her, feeling my cock respond with a throbbing, tingling sensation. Her back arched and she began a low steady moan. I shuddered and felt myself losing control, and gasped out a warning, “Cummingggggggg,” in a hoarse ragged voice.

She responded by almost shouting, “In me!! Fill me up!”

In the next second I did, bucking, pumping, spurting deep inside her! I was shaking with excitement and exertion with an orgasm that did not want to stop! Suddenly she bucked under me, her hips lifting violently, and she yelled. “Oh FUCK!” followed by a muffled growling scream which came from between her clenched teeth. I could feel the heat of her cum gushing around my throbbing cock. She overflowed with our combined juices, wetting us and then the bed.

Suddenly her body went limp, and she collapsed on the bed, eyes staring up at me, almost bewildered. I fell next to her and scooped up her slim body in my arms, pressing her tightly against me. We kissed softly, sweetly, our exhausted bodies pressed together. We lay, hardly moving, for several minutes, exchanging little nibbling kisses.

She whispered against my chest, “MMmmmmm, Dan, that was pretty good for a first try. Imagine if we practice!”

“Do we need a schedule?” I responded.

She slapped my ass and giggled, “I’ll give you a schedule! How about any time you want?”

“Are you sure that’s enough?” I quipped.

“If it’s like that, there’s no such thing as enough,” she sighed into my chest.

It was still early, and we had no intention of going anywhere, so I asked her if she would like another beer, and she said sure. Then she kind of giggled. “I’d put my shirt on, but you ripped it off of me, and I’d put my panties on, but I forgot to wear any, so I guess you will have to think of me as your naked sex toy!”

OH MY GOD, what a thought! Of course I loved it. I’m sure she saw me start to harden instantly. “Hmmmmmm, “I replied, “Since you put it that way, I will! But, what do you think I should wear?”

She put her hands on her narrow hips and said, “If you’re smart, just what you have on now, Mister!”

With that, she jumped off the bed, and as soon as I stood up, she put her arms around my neck, jumped up and wrapped her long legs around my waist, and said, “Come on, let’s go get that beer!” And we did, as I carried her with me to the fridge. She was kissing my neck the whole way.

This was amazing. I was a little euphoric! Once we got the marathon run out of the way, we had been having a terrific time! We just had some great sex, and now here we were, playing together. She was making this really fun, and it seemed so natural, I didn’t feel the slightest bit nervous or self conscious. Obviously, she didn’t either. I began to wonder if she was a nymph, sent to seduce me. If so, it was working. Hell, it had already worked!

In the kitchen, she dropped down and opened the fridge, bending down to look for the beer. Seeing my “sex toy” in that position I could not help running my hands over her sweet ass cheeks, pleased to discover they were actually soft and smooth, even though not very large. She gasped, wiggled her ass, pressing against my hands and said, “Ooooooooo, play with me!”

In the next second, she swung around, two cold bottles of beer in her hands, and planted one right in the middle of my chest. I gasped loudly from the cold shock as she said, “There ya go!” I grabbed the beer in one hand and swatted at her ass, but missed, with the other, as she ran by me into the living room.

She jumped up on the couch, leaned against the corner cushions, and pulled her legs up in front of her. As I twisted the top off the beer, she said “Gimme,” and offered the other bottle to me. I handed her the beer, took the cap off the other and plunked down next to her on the soft couch. We each took a deep swig, and she set hers down on the coffee table, then put her arms around my neck. She kissed my ear, gave it a little lick, then said, “You know what?”

“I have no idea what, but I’m having a wonderful time” I said. We both ignored the partial erection she had just caused.

“Dan,” she said softly and seriously, “I have no idea what I’m doing either, but I’m having a great time doing it. I have been ever since we met last night and you asked me about running. I wanted to fuck you right then! I didn’t sleep all night thinking about meeting you in the morning. I’ve never acted like this before in my life, least of all with someone I just met, but I love it!”

Her arms tightened around my neck, and I turned to meet her lips for a long, tender but passionate kiss. When our lips parted, my cock was rock hard, standing at attention. She giggled a bit, and reached out, her fingers circling it. She didn’t make any move to stroke or even squeeze, she just held me. Which is just what I needed. I was a little embarrassed, and said, “Are you sure this “no clothes” thing is a good idea?”

She whispered softly, against my lips, “I think it’s a wonderful idea, Dan,” and kissed me softly. “It lets me see just how I really affect you. And I love what I see.” With that, she kissed me long and deeply, her hand tightening slowly as the kiss went on.

My hands went around her and pulled her closer to me, but I noticed she kept from pressing her chest against mine, fairly easy, since her breasts were so small. Of course I knew why, and I realized she would let me take them when I wanted them, knowing what it would do to her. I leaned her back against the corner of the couch, and she unfolded her legs, putting her feet on the floor. Now I was looking down at her, smiling. I bent over her and pressed my chest gently against her rigid nipples and breasts, as I kissed her again. She moaned, and her body shivered and stretched.

I lifted my head, smiling at her, whispering, “I love that, you know Shari, it’s unbelievably erotic!”

“Thank god,” she said seriously, “Not everyone does you know. They think I’m weird or something. It’s just the way I am. And I wouldn’t change it for anything, even if I could. It’s the most wonderful feeling!” Then she added, “You don’t mind that I have tiny tits?”

I bent down and kissed the tip of one of her nipples, and she jumped just a little. “Baby, women with breasts five times your size have no idea what they are missing. If they did, they would swap with you in a heartbeat. But I wouldn’t let them. It fits you perfectly. It’s a treat to be savored between us.” She let out a big sigh, relief, pleasure, both. It was true. I’ve always been a “breast man”, enjoying the sight and feel of large firm tits, but there was something about the gentle curve of her breasts combined with the long, hard, pointed nipples and their amazing sensitivity that aroused me as much as any I’d ever seen.

I bent to her again, taking the nipple gently between my lips and sucking on it, my tongue getting it soaking wet. This time she did not flinch, but instead, gave a moan so low it was a growl, and pressed her breast against my face, a hand at the back of my head. My lips opened and I took all that I could of her breast into my mouth.

Her hand started to move slowly up and down my cock, squeezing lightly. I slid my hand down the front of her body, over her flat, firm tummy, and very slowly over the mound of her pussy. Her hips rose to meet my fingers. I avoided touching her slit, running my fingers down the outside of her lips. She writhed under my hand, trying to get it to touch where she desperately wanted it, but I would not relent.

I had a better plan in mind. I kissed her lips once more, our tongues getting to know each other once again, then slid off the couch to the floor. I lifted her legs to my shoulders, and smiled up at her from between them. I ran my hands up and down the outside of her thighs, from her hips to her knees and back, over and over. Her hips moved gently in time with my hands. I kissed the inside of her thigh, just above her knee, and she sighed softly, “Ahhhhhhhh yesss, that’s good Dan!”

Slowly I kissed and licked up the soft skin, savoring the feel of her smoothness on my lips. Her legs were so long and firm! Her whole body was moving slightly with every touch. She could not lie still, knowing what was coming. I prolonged her agony, repeating with the other thigh, until at last, I stared up at her, my lips inches from her slowly rolling pussy. She could feel my hot breath on it, and she shuddered.

I bent forward and kissed, my tongue slipping easily between her wet, swollen lips. I savored her flavor as my tongue slid slowly up, gathering the nectar there. Shivering, she pressed herself against my face. My tongue slipped deeper, into her cunt, and I swirled it around and around inside her. She was so wet! And I drank every drop I could lap up. Her hips were pumping, and I buried my face in her, wanting to devour her whole.

I felt her hands on my head, pushing me against her, and she shuddered and moaned, a sudden climax overtaking her. The sudden gush of her cum offered me a new treat. She was panting, body still rhythmically moving, as I kissed and licked her softly.

“DAMN!” she exploded. “Dan, like they say in the movies, “FUCK ME NOWWW”!”

I looked up at her, caught once again by surprise, and laughed. “Now is that any way for a sex toy to talk?”

“Uhhuh,” She laughed back at me as I stood and slipped a large couch pillow under her ass, then lifted her legs back to my shoulders. With her long legs, she was able to bend her knees and lock her ankles behind my head, opening herself wider to me.

She was watching, biting her lip, as I held my cock and slid the head into her. I put my hands on the back of the couch and leaned forward, sliding deeper and deeper into her sopping wet cunt, as her eyes drank in the sight. She didn’t make a sound until I was buried in her, then she let out a long sigh. I think she had been holding her breath. We looked each other in the eye, smiling, and I realized I was shaking. For some reason, I was so excited I was suddenly afraid to move for fear I’d lose control.

Although I knew I shouldn’t, I straightened up a bit and took both her nipples gently in my fingers. Her reaction was dramatic and immediate. Her head flew back and her pussy rammed against me, the muscles inside contracting around me. I was afraid she might be upset, but suddenly, she almost yelled, “OH… GOD… YESSSSSSS!”

Her hips started bucking wildly against me, and I had no choice but to respond, fucking her with hard, pounding thrusts. I knew neither of us could last long, and I knew, neither of us cared! My hands went to her hips, holding tightly, and increased the tempo, my cock sliding its full length in and out of her, harder and faster with every thrust. She was yelling meaningless phrases, her hips ramming her body against mine, her own hands pulling hard on her long red nipples.

In just a few moments it was over, her pussy grinding against my body as I rammed myself into her, impaling her, my hands holding her in an unbreakable grip as she shuddered and bucked. I took a last deep breath and let go, my cum spurting, my hips pumping. She lost all control, and started wildly thrashing when she felt my fiery seed inside her. She was laughing, crying, swearing all at the same time. I held on, not allowing the union of our bodies to break.

Unable to get away from me, she finally settled back on the couch, looking at me almost fearfully. I moved slowly, sliding out, then sitting next to her and taking her in my arms, pulling her tightly against me, holding her, petting her. She sobbed a few times, and I wiped her eyes by kissing the tears away.

“What the hell did we just do?” she finally managed to get out. “What have you done to me?” I didn’t know the answer. I kissed her softly, petting her in my arms. I only knew whatever it was felt great. I stood up and lifted her from the couch, and slowly carried her back to the bedroom. I set her on the bed and climbed up with her from the other side. I pulled the sheet up over us, and put my arms around her. We didn’t say a word, but fell asleep kissing softly.

The late night, early morning, and the most strenuous workout I’d had in a long time had combined to wear me out, and obviously, Shari too. I woke up in mid-afternoon, and she was still sound asleep, breathing deeply. Her warm body was rolled against me, and she felt soooo good! I ran my hand lightly over her smooth shoulders and back, and she never stirred. But when I kissed her forehead gently she moaned and shivered slightly. A few seconds later her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled when she realized the restraints she felt were my arms around her. We shared a tender kiss, and then she rolled onto her back and stretched, first arching her back, then lifting her hips, straining upward. She smiled when she saw me looking at her. “You know, I love it when you look at me like that, it makes me feel so sexy!”

“You should, Shari, you are sexy!” I responded. “By now you have to know I feel that way.”

“Mmmmmmmmmm,” she purred, rolling back to me, putting her arms around my neck and pressing her forehead against mine. “Damn, this feels soooooo good!”

The long kiss I gave her left no doubt I felt the same way.

She rolled on top of me and just laid there, small breasts touching my chest, smiling down at me. “There must be something wrong with me, Dan, I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

I felt her hips moving very slightly, and her pussy was rubbing slowly against my cock. She spread her legs slightly, putting her feet outside my legs, and that let her pussy press against me more firmly. I ran my hands over her back, down to her small ass, and when I rubbed her firm cheeks she ground against me harder. I could feel her wetness making my cock slippery. She bent her head down and gave me little kisses, first on the lips, then here and there on my face and neck. She squirmed against me and moaned as her nipples dragged across my chest. My cock hardened and became swollen quickly, and I was rocking my hips in time with hers. “I want you in me,” she whispered.

She straddled me with her knees and lifted up just enough that she could reach to grab my cock and position it so she could slide back on it. I didn’t move as she rocked back and forth, taking me slowly until I was buried in her. She pressed her hips down and gently ground her pussy against me, her body still resting on my chest. We were both breathing deeply at this amazingly erotic performance. She was very tight, and held me like a sheath. I gasped and she smiled when she clenched the muscles of her pussy and squeezed me over and over.

I had hardly moved a muscle, and yet I started trembling with the strength of the sensation. I couldn’t stay still any longer and grasped her ass as I stretched and slid slowly out and back again, just once. We shuddered together. She pushed herself up to sitting and started sliding slowly up and down on me. I rolled my hips under her and our passions quickly built.

She grasped her tender nips in her fingertips and gasped as she squeezed herself. “Let me,” I whispered to her, and knowing how much I loved her response to my touches, she leaned forward, putting her hands on my chest. I reached up and grasped the tender tips, squeezing and rolling them gently. She moaned and rammed herself down onto my stiff shaft, but that caused her to pull against my fingertips, stretching her and she moaned again, even louder. She began ramming her pussy down on my cock, eyes closed, head back. She pulled herself from my fingers, unable to stand the stimulation any longer, and sat back again, gasping. She was doing all the work, and I loved seeing her slamming herself down on me, totally overtaken by lust.

But I wasn’t far behind, my cock on fire with her rough fucking. I put my hands on her thighs, slid them to her hips, then up her sides, pulling her forward onto my chest again. Holding her tight I rolled over on top of her, and I could feel her body bucking and shuddering, unwilling to stop moving, even as I looked down at her. She was breathing hard, chest heaving under me but she gasped out with a smile, “Wanna see what a tall skinny girl can do?”

Without waiting for an answer she put her legs out a little to the sides, lifted them above her, then rolled her hips, lifting me and pulling her legs all the way back over her head. Her pussy was now pointing almost straight up, spread wide open, and forcing my cock as deep into her as it could possibly go. She grasped an ankle in each hand and slipped them behind her head, crossing and locking them together there. She let go with her hands and smiled up at me, running her fingers up and down my chest. When I pushed up onto my arms I could ram my cock straight down, into her depths.

And I did! Slowly at first, slapping down against her upturned ass and then grinding against it. She grunted as I drove every thrust home. When I increased my pace the entire bed began bouncing, forcing our bodies even tighter together with the rebound. In between grunts she was moaning and panting, but her eyes were open, watching me, smiling as she saw how much I was enjoying her.

Without using her hands she unlocked her legs again and slowly brought them up, then locked them around my waist, pulling me against her. But when she lowered her ass to the bed she began thrusting hard against me, and the look in her eyes challenged me to meet her efforts. I began rolling my hips with hard staccato thrusts, unable to pull back because of her legs, but I felt them tighten each time I drove my cock deep into her.

When she finally unlocked her ankles and spread her legs I grasped her hips, knowing there was only one thing we both wanted now. I started thrusting hard, increasing the pace with every stroke, and soon I was ramming into her, loud wet slapping sounds filling the room as I pounded her harder and harder. She was matching me thrust for thrust, her hips lifting to meet me and our bodies shuddering. She had balls of sheet in both hands, and was sweating almost as hard as I was. Her eyes were closed, and in between her gasps for breath she was moaning and crying. I was panting, out of breath, but still trying to move even faster, my cock pistoning into her as my hips rolled relentlessly.

Suddenly her eyes opened wide. “OHHHH,” was all she said, but suddenly her hips lifted off the bed so hard I went with them and her scream would have been deafening if not so high-pitched. Then she started bucking, pounding the bed with her fists, as her incredible orgasm ripped through her. When her cunt clamped down hard on me I responded, growling, as the first jet of my cum into her was followed by more and more as my hips thrust against her again and again. My fingers were leaving red marks on her hips, I was gripping her so tightly.

In a few moments we were staring at each other, gasping and quietly moaning, my soft cock still inside her as my hands on her hips still held her ass off the bed. I gently lowered her and loosened my grip, realizing it had to have hurt, but she never made a sign of displeasure. Instead, she smiled at me and ran her hands over the already-darkening red streaks on her hips. She giggled and said, “I hope they don’t show outside my running shorts.”

That changed the mood almost to euphoria, and I threw myself onto the bed next to her. She rolled over and smiled down at me, pressing against my chest as her lips found mine. My arms wrapped around her and squeezed us together hard as we enjoyed the sensation of our hot, sweaty bodies pressing against each other. The last thing I remembered was when our lips parted and she laid her head on my shoulder, giving me a final kiss on the cheek before we both drifted off again.

I woke suddenly, a little disoriented, feeling strange touches on my body. I finally realized I was lying on my back, and Shari was crawling up over my chest and wrapping her arms around my neck. I felt her lips on mine, kissing, pressing hard. I heard her giggle, “Dan! Wake up you brute! Your sex toy is here!”

We had to have slept for hours, because it was already getting dark outside. Her breasts were pressing against my chest, hard nipples sliding back and forth, and she obviously didn’t care! My hands were at my sides, and without any warning, I grabbed her firm ass cheeks in both hands and pulled her down against me, realizing that my cock was already half hard, once again. She immediately began rolling her hips, grinding her already wet pussy against my cock, instantly giving me an amazing hard-on. She rammed her tongue through my lips and kissed me unrelentingly, her entire body lying on top of me, grinding and squirming.

What a wonderful feeling! If I had any doubts about her thin, hard body, they were erased now; I enjoyed her more each time we touched. In fact, I was proud of the fact she so obviously was enjoying me! My grip on her ass loosened, and instead, I ran my hands back and forth over the smooth orbs. That left her more free to move, and she took full advantage, doing a slow bump and grind directly against my cock. I decided not to let her have all the fun, and put my hands up to the sides of her small breasts, mashed against my chest, and started rubbing, fingertips sliding between us to touch those tender nipples.

“Oh my god, you bastard, that’s no fair!” she moaned as now she ground both her chest and her hips against me. She made no move to stop me, though, and her breathing became deeper and more ragged.

When she lifted her lips from mine again I whispered to her, “Ok, you sex-crazed animal, lift your hips.” She rose up for a moment, and I grasped my cock, quickly sliding it up and down her dripping pussy till it found the mark, then slipped in. Her reaction was immediate, as she slammed her hips back down, forcing me deeply into her.

Oh DAMN!” she said, “That’s GOOD!”

She pushed herself up till she was sitting on me, and wriggled her hips till I was buried in her. She was running her hands up and down my bare chest, her knees on the bed, straddling me. Slowly she rotated her hips, and we both enjoyed the feeling of my cock moving deep inside her. She lifted and leaned forward, sliding me almost all the way out, then slammed herself back down on me, giggling as I grunted with surprise and pleasure.

She started rocking, nice smooth strokes with a steady rhythm, and I loved the little moaning sounds she made over and over as she fucked me. It was now dark out, but her body glistened in the light filtering in from the living room. She was doing all the work, and I could have lain there a long time and just watched and listened, enjoying the incredible sensations.

But she pushed herself up onto the balls of her feet, and started bobbing her ass up and down harder and faster, slapping against my legs and body with each stroke. She was gasping, panting, but the big smile on her face told me she was loving every moment. I pulled my knees up behind her, and starting rocking my hips, thrusting in time with her strokes. She moaned and leaned forward, hands on my chest, and started ramming herself back onto me, reaching down and rubbing her clit as she fucked me harder and harder.

My cock was throbbing, and my breath ragged. I rolled my hips harder, wanting only my release now. She met my thrusts, and finally her little cries signaled she was with me. She rammed herself down, rocking wildly back and forth, and my cock exploded inside her, filling her yet again. Our combined juices ran from her, down over my body. She was pulling her sensitive nipples, breathlessly panting as the last waves rolled through her body.

She fell forward, collapsing on me, and we gave each other breathless little kisses, our bodies not yet still. My arms were around her, holding her gently on top of me, her slim body fitting me perfectly. She was so light I hardly noticed her weight. I thought I could hear her purring.

When she finally rolled off of me, she leaned over and lightly kissed my lips.

I could hear the reluctance in her voice, when she finally said, “Dan, I hate to have to say this, but it’s late, and you are going to have to take me home tonight. This is only our first date, our first day, and I can’t just leave the girls alone all of a sudden.”

I started to protest, “Shari, baby, I don’t want you to go. They are not kids, they are adults!

“I know lover,” she said, “I don’t want to go. But maybe you can tell, I haven’t been out in years. I know they will already have guessed why I’m so late, but at least I want them to have a bit of a doubt.

She was quiet for a moment, then changed the subject, “Dan, we’re going to see each other again, aren’t we?”

Again, I was caught by surprise, but responded, “Hmmmmmm that depends.”

I heard her gasp, and was immediately sorry I had said that, but continued, “Are you planning to go home and lock yourself in and nail your doors shut? Because that’s the only way you’re not going to see me again. In fact, I’m planning on taking you up on your offer.”

Relieved, she giggled and said, “What offer?”

“Our schedule, I choose the “any time I want” option!”

She grabbed me and threw her arms around me. I could hear the smile in her voice as she said, “Oh damn you! You scared me! And that’s my favorite option too!” she covered my face with little kisses.

She went back to the original subject. “I promise, baby, I will tell the girls all about us. I have always been honest with them and shared things with them. I’m not their mother, I’m their sister. They’ll just have to get used to having you around!

She wrapped her arms around me again and we enjoyed a long kiss, squirming against each other. She whispered in my ear, “I hope that means they will see a lot of you. Because I’ll be available to you. Any time you want!”

I whispered back, “How about all day? And all night!”

She giggled and shot back, “And I’m the sex-crazed animal? Come to think of it, I must be, ‘cuz that sounds wonderful!” I hate the thought of work Monday, dammit!”

“I know, me too” I said sadly. “We’ll have to synchronize our schedules.”

Neither one of us wanted our day together to end, and we spent some time just “making out” kissing and teasing each other gently. It was a wonderful feeling, having her in my arms, and being in hers.

“Dan, there is something I’d like you to think about.”

“What’s that baby?”

“Once you leg has healed, I would love it if you would try running with me again. You know I’m addicted to it, I don’t want to give it up, but it would be SO much better if you were with me!”

Wow! Another surprise! Well maybe not really, but with the subsequent events of the day I had almost forgotten our run. And my leg. But that was because it was so much better I hardly felt it any more. Perhaps it hadn’t been as bad as we thought. I was silent for a few moments. I remembered my years running. I did it because I wanted to, I liked it! No one runs for long that doesn’t. But once there was no more team, it just wasn’t as much fun alone, and not enough motivation. After college, I just stopped. But to be with Shari! The very idea was exciting!

But Shari was an active, veteran runner. It would probably be a while before I could keep up with her, the way she really wanted to run. There were some doubts. But I liked the idea.

“Pssssssst. Female sex-crazed animal to Male sex-crazed animal! You’re making me crazier. What are you thinking?”

I held her lightly and gave her a tender kiss. “Shari, I would love to be able to run with you. But you know it will be a while before I can possibly keep up with you, time or distance-wise. Are you sure I wouldn’t just spoil the experience for you?”

“Oh Dan!” she exclaimed happily, “you would MAKE the experience for me! And you already proved your willingness to push a little, when you kept going, even after you knew we had gone way beyond a reasonable distance on our run this morning. A lot of people would have just stopped and walked back. I blame myself for not making you do that,” she added ruefully. She gave me another long hard kiss and giggled, “I’m sure our exercise together will make up for anything I miss.”

After a moment she said, “There is one little thing though. Where we used to live, my sisters and I used to run together a lot. Would you mind if they came with us once in a while? They’re great kids once you get to know them, even though they’re a little shy. Neither one even has a boyfriend.”

“Here we go again,” I thought, “another surprise.” Well, I knew they came with the package. And it wasn’t like I would be with a couple of kids. They were nice looking young women, like Shari. If they took it easy on me, maybe a little runners “posse” wouldn’t be so bad. Besides, I figured Shari wanted our time alone together as much as I did. No reason not to give it a try and see what happened. Bottom line was, whatever I needed to do right now to be with Shari was going to be ok. And that’s what I told her.

She put her arms around me and kissed me softly. “Dan, this has been a wonderful day! Well, except for your leg. But you were so brave. Pick me up at 8 tomorrow morning and take me to the reservoir for a run, and, if you want, I’ll spend the rest of the day with you. I’d like nothing better. But right now, you had better take me home.”

I found her a T-shirt to put on, about three times her size, to replace the shirt I had ripped, and she slipped her shorts back on. When we got to the house, it was nearly midnight, but she wanted me to come in for a while. Her plan was to get her sisters used to the idea of my being there. I did of course, and we made out on the couch for a while. She whispered in my ear, “I KNOW they are listening to every sound we make!”

She giggled softly, then moaned, perhaps a little louder than normal, when I kissed her again. I know she didn’t expect what came next. I pushed up the T-shirt and locked my lips over a nipple, which instantly went rock hard. “Oh shit!” was her surprised response. I didn’t waste any time, tonguing hard and teasing with my teeth. When I finally bit down and pulled, I ground my hand against her pussy through the shorts and her hips heaved as she convulsed, giving a shout that was heard throughout the house. She came so hard her shorts were soaked in an instant, and she lay moaning and gasping as I continued to kiss her. “Oh my God,” she said, “If they had any doubt before they don’t now!”

“Good,” I replied, “I want them to expect it from now on!”

We didn’t want to part, but knew we had to, and when she saw me out the door she said, “Thanks Dan, for a great day, lunch was wonderful! Then she whispered very softly in my ear, “As an appetizer! And you were a great main course!”

“It’s a good thing I’m not fattening, or else you would be about to start gaining weight! I’ll see you in a few hours.”

We both giggled, and with a final kiss goodnight, I forced myself to leave.

When I groggily dragged myself out of bed and into the shower, I began to wonder how I would ever get enough sleep, but when the first thoughts of Shari entered my head, I no longer cared. I couldn’t wait to see her. My leg felt much better, and with a couple of ibuprofen, I barely felt it. I even considered surprising her by trying to run, but I realized she wanted to get in a decent workout, and didn’t need to nurse me along.

When I got to the house, she was ready, of course, but she wanted me to come in for a minute. She gave me a good morning kiss, and whispered, “I’ve been dying to see you!”

Just as I replied, “Me too!” a robed figure fled from the bathroom upstairs towards the bedrooms, and I said, “Good morning, Denise,” praying I hadn’t mixed up the sisters.

Fortunately I was right, and she turned and said, “Hi Dan, Shari says she had a great time yesterday. And it sure sounded like it!” she giggled.

I smiled and said, “Well I sure did! Even if she did try to kill me!” and I patted the bandage on my leg.

“Take good care of her!” Denise said, and she scurried into her room, and I shouted back, “I guarantee it!”

Shari giggled and whispered, “Mmmmmmm, Promise?”

This time Shari had a little bag with her, with a change of clothes and miscellaneous girl stuff. We headed for the car, and after another long kiss, we headed for the reservoir. I wondered if she felt like I did – something had changed. We weren’t strangers, going on a first date. It felt perfectly natural being with her now. The nervousness, wondering what would happen, had been replaced with the comfortable feeling of friends being together. Very intimate ones! But the feeling of anticipation, wanting to be with her, was delicious. I savored it.

She didn’t say much either, during the ride. She appeared to be lost in her own thoughts. But she had her hand on my thigh, and every minute or so flashed a wonderful smile at me, sometimes followed by a little squeeze of that hand. Almost as though she was re-assuring me that she felt as good as I did. When I parked the car, she leaned over for another short kiss, then said, “Don’t worry baby, I’ll be back soon.”

After she stretched and took off with a wave to me, I got out of the car and walked for a while, testing my thigh, and figuring it would help get my legs ready for running when I was able. I was pleased that I felt only a little tightness left. When I figured she would be on the way back, I went to the end of the lot, and sure enough, I could see her blonde hair bobbing as she ran towards me. Based on the time, I figured she had run between five and six miles. I could see she had worked up a pretty good sweat, so I figured she had pushed pretty hard.

She slowed a bit as she approached, and was at a fast walk by the time she reached me. With a big smile she said, “I’m soooo glad you’re out here!” and stopped and gave me a kiss. I walked with her as she cooled down for a minute or two, and then she turned and suddenly locked her arms around me, pressing her cheek against my chest. She looked up, and whispered, “This is the best part of the run!”

She held my hand as we went back to the car, and once in the car she knelt on the seat and wrapped her arms tightly around me, kissing me long and deep. “Damn, she said, “I was thinking about you the whole time I was out there. I couldn’t wait to get back!” She gave me another long kiss, sat back, and said, “Take me home.”

We made it to my house in record time, and inside even faster, but she said, Dan, I have to have a shower, come with me!”

We both stripped down right in the living room, and I gave her a swat on her little butt as we ran for the shower. She shrieked and giggled, and by the time the water was warm enough we were already locked together, kissing. We scrambled into the shower and our lips locked again. Immediately, I felt her hand grasp my cock! She wasn’t wasting any time and that was fine by me. I rammed my tongue into her mouth and rolled my hips, letting her know how much I liked it. Her lips pulled away with a gasp, and she said, with a big grin, “I think someone wants some attention!”

She dropped to her knees and pulled my cock into her mouth all in one motion. No playing this time, she sucked me deep and hard, head rocking back and forth, lips tight. I grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her to me, and my cock started sliding into her throat with every bob of her head. She was making wet gurgling sounds but kept going, and my cock was throbbing in moments. When I couldn’t stand it any longer I yanked back on her wet hair, and reached down, grabbing her by the arms. I pulled her up to me and rammed my tongue into her mouth as my fingertips found her wet, hard nipples, and I pulled and twisted.

She was writhing against me, grinding her pussy against my cock. I pulled my lips away from hers and gasped out, “I hope you know how bad I need to fuck you now!”

“Do it damn it! What’s taking so long?” was her growled reply.

I spun her around and pushed her head down in one motion, and she put her hands against the wall as she spread her legs. Fuck preliminaries! I grasped my cock and rammed it into her, shoving with my hips. She gave a loud cry as my cock buried itself in her cunt, but she thrust her ass back and ground against me. I grabbed her hips and started banging away. The bathroom echoed with her moans and my growls as we fucked like tigers. My cock was throbbing as I pounded it into her. She grunted with every stroke as she rammed her ass back at me, and our bodies slapped louder and louder.

Suddenly I pulled out of her, straightened her up and whirled her around, pushing her back against the wall. She lifted one leg, putting it on the rim of the tub, and I moved forward, ramming my cock into her wide open cunt again. Now we could both look down and watch as I pounded her, my cock sliding its full length with every stroke. She grabbed my hips and started pulling, forcing my cock in even harder. Both of us were panting, growling, swearing, neither giving a damn about what, as we used each other, only wanting to get off with the most titanic orgasms ever.

When my cock started throbbing I looked her right in the eyes and grabbed both her nipples. I pulled and twisted hard, and as she shrieked I could feel the fiery cum gushing out of her even with the water pouring down over us. I snarled as my cock exploded inside of her, pumping and spurting as I filled her with my hot load. We were both bucking, bodies grinding against each other, wanting the last syllable of the most delicious orgasm I had ever known.

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