The Runner 11

Sarah was an avid runner. Always managing to get in two to three miles before and after work. She truly enjoyed her daily tromp, passing the neighbors with a friendly wave, into town and through the large city park, with its many paved jogging trails. But what she enjoyed most was the way passers-by would look at her. Some, nearly undressing her with their eyes. The stares, the looks, the people she passed literally devouring her in a gaze. And why shouldn't they? She was very proud of her body. She had always been very diligent in the care she took to stay in shape. And it showed.

At 5' 11" she was a stunner. Her long, athletic legs leading up to tight, toned ass encased in her pink spandex running shorts, showcasing every curve and crease, front AND back. Her smooth, taut belly completely bared except for a single jewel at the navel. A plump looking 36 C chest barely contained within her thin, yet tight sports bra, with her extended nipples reluctantly yielding to the material. Long auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail and a face to rival the infamous Victoria Secret angels completed the ensemble. Of course people were going to stare, and she absolutely loved the attention. Even if it weren't personal contact. She was never snooty, or self-centered. She was beautiful and enjoyed sharing her beauty with the world where she could. She would have run nude if it were at all legal within city limits.

Today started like any other. Shower, breakfast shake, run mapped out, and out the door. She altered her route once to avoid some sort of protest, but that wasn't unheard of. Such is life in the city. Once at work, she grabbed her skirt and blouse outfit from her office and changed in the restroom. The workday went as well as usual with the occasional last minute changes to deal with, and then the run home. However, on the way home she stopped in the park to use the ladies room and this was where her outlook on things changed just a bit.

As she went up to the small building she noticed small groups of people laughing and talking but thought nothing of it. She just smiled and a feeling of glee filled her as she noticed a few glances turn her way. She entered the stall, and proceeded to conduct business. "Oh, if they could walk in on me now and see me NUDE! That would give them something to remember, for sure!" she thought with half a giggle.

She glanced around the stalls as one does, looking for whatever wit others had decided to impart on the world, and noticed a near perfect hole in the side wall. Thinking it must be for drainage, or something else to do with maintenance, she dismissed it. As she stood and turned to walk out of the stalls, she thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye. She washed her hands and turned back to the stall. "No... it couldn't have been. " she thought to herself. After all, it was the women's restroom. How could it be? She pushed the door to the stall open as curiosity beckoned her. Looking around nothing was out of place. But she could swear she saw... "Boy I DO need to get laid!" she thought almost out loud.

The rest of the run home she couldn't get that fleeting image out of her mind. Playing it over and over, attempting to pause, rewind and control that specific fraction of a second in time. Barely remembering the run home, she walked in the door and realized that she was not just wet from the sweating and exercise. She had thought herself right into a near orgasm while running! A cool shower and a light dinner would be in order if this was to subside at all. But it didn't stop her mind from returning to that awkward moment in the restroom. She was beginning to think she had finally lost it and was having a nervous breakdown. How could she have seen a large penis just appear through a hole in the wall and disappear just as quickly? It couldn't happen... right?!

Sleep came no easier as the mental image infiltrated her dreams, only becoming more vivid and bizarre. In her dream, she envisioned that penis stretching and splitting apart like a hydra to take her by any means. Her dream-self was attacked sexually in ways she had never imagined and that was having a wild effect on her physical body. She awoke to her own moans and her sheets were damp, as she slept completely nude. She decided that since she had the weekend off and nothing was planned for morning anyhow, she would get dressed and just run it off. So what if it were 2:30 a.m. As good a time as any, and the cool night air might help her some.

She dressed, grabbed her phone, put in her ear buds, and started out the door. No destination in mind, just a solid run. When she stopped to catch her breath she realized where she was and was shocked. She was right in front of the same restrooms where her "delusions" all began. Maybe if she just went in and jilled off quick she could put this all out of her head. So in she went. Just to set the stage correctly (in her own mind) she went to the very same stall she had been in earlier. The same thoughts and memory of her dream flooded her head. She had no problem at all becoming aroused enough to masturbate. She imagined seeing the anonymous phallus again and what she would do with it.

With her imagination running away with her, and certain that nobody else would be around this time of the morning, she slipped off her shorts and sat with her legs as wide as she could comfortably get. She then shed her halter top, rendering herself totally nude aside from her shoes. Gently massaging her breasts with one hand she allowed the other to glide down her smooth belly to her shaved pubic area. Her warm hand sent volts of electricity through her already moist folds before ever even connecting with more than the outer lips. She knew then and there that this wouldn't likely take long to reach her peak. Eyes closed, she slowly inserted a finger, as if to test her theory and let out a soft moan. Oblivious to the eye watching through the small hole, she inserted another digit and began a near furious pace, bringing herself to climax in mere minutes due to her overactive imagination and the time it ran wild with her.

As she came down from her moment she thought she noticed movement around the hole. Perhaps a shadow, or better, someone who had been watching her frig herself off. After all, she did like to be noticed. That thought was both terrifying and exciting at the same time. No-one had ever watched her masturbate before. That was something she did when she couldn't find the real thing to work herself on. But it made little difference at this point. She was convinced that someone HAD been spying on her, only this time she was right. As she started to peer into the opening, she was greeted abruptly by the one thing that had started this whole process. A firm, hard cock was protruding now through the very hole she had been haunted by. The only thought- what to do now?

After realizing that the owner had already seen her at her most vulnerable, she decided to extend a favor. Cautiously, she reached for the strangers pole and felt it twitch at her touch. She was even more turned on now than she had been and began lightly and slowly massaging it back and forth. A small drop of pre-cum formed at the tip, which she wiped away with the end of her thumb. She leaned forward and slowly extended her tongue to clean the clear liquid from her hand without slowing her motions to the mysterious cock she now grasped.

The scent, the flavor, the air itself seemed saturated with lust and excitement. Flicking her tongue out again, she flattened it against the under side of the shaft and licked all the way to the tip, and finally, taking the spongy helmet between her lips. Moving forward to take all she could and slowly backing off, never releasing the warm bit of flesh in her mouth. She kept this methodic pace, as if to worship this anonymous cock. After what seemed like just a few moments, and with no warning, she was rewarded for her efforts with a warm, creamy load of the strangers cum. To her surprise she liked it... and wanted more. She wasn't sure how, but she managed to swallow every drop. Rather than immediately releasing her new toy, she continued caressing and slowly suckling the spent stranger, as if to say thank you for the experience.

The unmistakable sound of the main door closing startled her back to her surroundings. In a frantic hurry, she redressed and made her way to the exit. She was doubly shocked that not only was the individual looking at her as she neared the door one of the male park custodians, but he was staring at her tight shorts... which, in her thoughtless rush, she had put on inside-out.

"Sorry Miss" he began, "there ain't usually anybody in here this early so that's when I come in to clean. I shouldda knocked. Again, I'm sorry for the intrusion."

"That's ok" Sarah replied. "I'm done anyhow and there's no-one else in here. Have at it." She was having a hard time keeping her composure but managed to make it home without incident.

For the next few days, she visited her new favorite place every chance she got. Passing it twice on her daily runs, and even visiting on sleepless nights. She never would have guessed that she would be this obsessed with tasting a strangers ejaculate, let alone to this degree! She was nearly insatiable for it! This one experience had awoken in her, a side she never considered existed.

After several days of orally pleasing whatever hard rod poked through the wall, she decided to take a day or two of rest and just take in the whole ordeal. How had she come to this? And why was it so all-inclusive in her mind? She would coyly smile every time she saw a guy enter the men's room at the park, wondering if he was one of "her" patrons. And it excited her to no end. After only 2 days, she was craving more. She was addicted to the idea of getting these men off with no pressures of a call back or expectations.

She dressed in her running gear and headed to the park. Slightly dismayed, she walked into the lady's room and found two other women waiting for an open stall. Innocently, if a bit impatient, she waited her turn and everyone went about their own personal business. Once a stall was available, she entered expecting the same scene. A small hole drilled into one side wall. However, this one had several randomly placed openings. "Now what" she thought to herself. Well she found out almost as quickly as the thought crossed her mind. As one hole was filled with her usual rewarding cock, she almost dove at it, but attempted restraint so as to make the most of the session.

As per usual, she was stripped completely nude aside from her shoes. And without knowing, she had perfectly placed her yet unattended folds right over one of the other holes in the wall. She was made DILIGENTLY aware, however, when, while taking as much of one monster as she could to her throat, she was slowly but persistently penetrated from behind. This was something she had never even read or heard about! Yet here she was, completely skewered by hard, hot cock. She was shocked by the suddenness but now that she too was getting some attention, she was NOT going to stop now!

She continued her attack with her lips and tongue while her new attacker continued his methodical reaming of her womanly treasure. Slowly enough at first just to get her reaction. When her inner walls began to contract and gently squeeze him, that was his cue.

He quickened his pace and started rhythmically pistoning in and out of her. Her audible moans adding vibrations to the hard pole in her mouth, causing him to lose control and explode against the back of her throat. With such a small space to move around in, she had little choice but to try and swallow as much as she could. Only a small bit escaped her lips when he finished and withdrew from the anonymous hole. And apparently her exploits had made some chatter around the area, because within a moment of her mouth being emptied, she barely had time to catch her breath before another rigid member took its place in her oral cavity.

Sarah was in no way expecting this sudden onslaught. She had hoped and planned on one or two random cocks to suck and play with, but she was getting more than she had imagined. The guy behind the wall to her rear was still busying himself deeply inside her. She was nearing orgasm as much from the actual sex as from the fact that she was taking strange men in almost a turnstile fashion. As the first wave of bliss overtook her, she clenched her vaginal muscles tightly enough that her invading mystery man grunted and came right along with her, shooting stream after stream of hot thick cum deep inside before she even thought to protest.

As their mutual orgasms subsided, she was left still enveloped around the man in front of her and her knees started to shake a bit. When her surprise invader removed his spent rod, she started to focus once again on her original task; swallowing the monstrous load she had in front of her. So involved in the situation was she, that she never heard the two guys walk into the restroom until the stall door flew open. She had just about gotten her mysterious new cock where she wanted it and at this point had no intention of stopping. She dropped to her knees and began working him with all that she had, even trying to deep throat a few times.

On the last effort, with the bulbous head against the very back of her throat, he erupted, sending what seemed like a gallon of warm gooey liquid against, and down her eager throat. As she finished milking the last few drops, her new audience decided to get in on the actual show. The first, a dark haired man, grabbed her under the arms and brought her out of the stall into the open room. The other, bald and fit, dropped his pants releasing his giant hardon and laid on the floor. Sarah found herself being guided down onto the bald man as he positioned himself to penetrate her. Her knees still a little weak and her mind in a whirl, there was little resistance. He found her opening just as the dark haired man began to release her and she sank almost completely onto him.

She gasped heavily at the suddenness of it, but soon she was rocking back and forth slowly in response to his filling her. She cried out softly in a way that was half guttural and half whimper, which only seemed to inspire the men to take more action. The dark haired man had already taken the liberty of stripping and wagged his fleshy tool about her face until she willingly sucked him in. She felt so slutty, yet more sexual than ever before. Here she was being savagely fucked by one stranger and openly giving head to another in a public restroom. The part that tormented her was, she was enjoying this in every filthy way. Beneath her, the man continued to ravage her womanhood with deep, penetrating thrusts that she met with an almost reckless abandon.

In front of her, she was forcefully being face fucked to the point that she struggled for even a breath now and then. As her frontal tormentor took one last thrust as deep as he could physically push down her throat, she got her wish of release as he pulled out of her mouth and moved around her. Still reeling from the whole experience, she didn't see where he went until the man below her slowed to a snail's pace and she felt a rubbery tip against her virgin sphincter. Before she could say a word the man pushed and her eyes almost jumped out of her head as he had easily slid into her enough to cover the tip of his pole. Unable to find the air to make a sound, she just went limp as he slowly pushed deeper and deeper into her until he could reach no more. She could feel the two cocks inside her at once and both seemed to reach her very soul, they were so deep.

After letting her recover a bit from the shock, the two men began working in and out of her holes. As one pulled out the other slid in. Slowly letting her get used to the movements and gradually increasing speed and rhythm until they were both madly ravaging her. She felt as if she were a sex doll, just there for them to use. For these two men, she was just that. The more they fucked her the more they wanted to. They stopped only once to switch her around and basically "trade" holes. As they entered her this time, she bucked wildly, almost entranced by lust causing the men to lose what control they had on her. Within minutes of her becoming so primal, the two men could feel her orgasm hit as she fully tensed her body inside and out squeezing both men simultaneously. This set them both into the moment they had worked for as both men emptied themselves into her.

This was the first time Sarah had felt hot sticky cum inside her ass. The novelty of it, and the heat of the moment sent her into another small orgasm, milking both men dry before they gently removed themselves from her, dressed, and left, locking the door behind them. She lay there dripping from front and back, and musing at the fact that she had taken five loads from five strangers in just a few hours. This terrified and excited her in equal ways. She was finally satisfied sexually and it took more than even she thought possible. The only burning question left was, if, and when she should do it again.