A horny runner's story - 1., a short story by GutterrhymesEsq. Date added: 2012-06-01. Times viewed: 8652.
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A horny runner's story - 1
by
Gutter Rhymes.
I received this one from one of you:
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Dear Miss Gutter Rhymes
I know you are a horny runner too so I thought I might share this with you. To be perfectly honest, I will interrupt writing this letter with some “quick gratification” breaks to release the tension in my cunt.
We female runners are blessed in several ways, for me the most important ones relate to my sexual life because, truth be told, most married people have pathetic sex lives.
First, I just love the freedom to go for routine or urgent massage sessions. They always get me off and I have my regular male and female physiotherapists who know how to give me orgasms without “crossing the boundary”. Absolute heavenly torture! I come hardest when my jealous partner finds a reason to be with me during the session. Once I humped Hettie, the lovely Jewish physio’s hand straight into my gaping cunt, all four fingers at once. Right under his prying nose, and he was none the wiser. Hettie kept picking her nose with the pussy-juice soiled hand, taking deep breaths as she did so. She even licked her 2 fingers and winked at me. How cheeky! I was embarrassed by the stench of my cunt in the air as we continued with the farcical pretence that there was no mischief afoot, whatsoever.
As physiotherapy doesn’t come cheap, I ensure I get the best “bang for my buck” by insisting on extras. I only go to physiotherapists who understand my special requirements and oblige. So far there has only been one “happy ending” otherwise, I make sure there is no oral or penetrative sex, basically I will not allow anyone to insert his dick into my cunt, certainly not into my tight pretty anus. The same applies to dildos and other weapons of sex enjoyment. That one “happy ending” goes into my archives as the most daring foolish shag in my whole life.
My partner Dirk and I arrived early for my 3:00pm appointment and we were quiet as we sat in the very tastefully decorated lobby. Each of us “brought” our offices with us. We both juggled cell phones, iPads and Blackberries as we continued with our jobs, in the waiting lobby. Dirk decided he needed a back, neck and head massage and so he was placed on the adjacent bed in a 2 bed “family” or couples therapy cubicle.
“Do you mind if I close the partitioning curtain?” Requested Nikki as she prepared to massage my Dirk.
“No, not at all, I am sure we can still talk to each other” I quickly answered.
“Well, there is the rub!” Jim my physiotherapist moaned, adding.
“Once the curtain is pulled you have to speak a tad louder, so that you can be heard, assuming everyone has good ears” The point about ears could be mistaken for unkind reference to the fact that Dirk was ten years older that Jim.
“Physio time is hardly the best time for logical discourse” Dirk quietly observed.
And so the curtains were drawn, I could clearly hear what was being said behind it and I resolved not to utter a word throughout my hour.
Jim had completed his initial motions loosening the joints, stretching the tendons and applying blunt pressure on my hamstrings when I noted that he had been quieter than usual. Also, he was breathing funny, like someone having slow, deep sex. Lying face down, I could not see anything except the head support on the bed.
“What’s the oil today Julie?” Jim asked through his breath.
“Mixed teas oil please Jim and remember I pulled my hamstring” I responded
Jim’s oiled hands went straight to the top of my right thigh, pulling me slightly towards him as he stood next to my left side. His long fingered hand encircled the back of my thigh with his slippery thumb next to my right labia majora. The cheeky bloke said absolutely nothing as he pressed hard, squeezing his hands as he dug at the point where my hamstrings and glutes meet on the pelvic bone.
Oh my God! He touched my main sex nerve and immediately I was in a sex scene, without any active decision and even less hesitation. I felt that pressure right in my cunt, like he was tickling my clitoris. I felt the flood of cunt juice ooze out of my pussy as he kept the pressure. In no time the wetness had gotten to his thumb and was trickling up it around to his index finger. I started to feel funny movements deep inside my cunt and was worried I would come. I raised my head and turned around to see that Jim had his left hand under his uniform pants, I knew what that hand was up to. My physiotherapist was rubbing himself up as he massaged me precariously close to my vulva. My head slumped back onto the headrest just as Jim shifted his hand and started the same pressure manoeuvre on a spot slightly up my bum crease. His thumb started slipping closer to my shaven cunt as he maintained the pressure.
Then without warning, he started twitching his thumb around and it was moving, my fleshy cunt lip followed the pressure. I was not sure I could carry on without coming. I was also very terrified about the prospect of being bonked while my husband was less than 3 metres away.
Jim quickly climbed on the bed kneeling inside my spread out thighs. He had both hands on my bum creases on either side, massaging my bums, kneading his thumbs on my pussy lips and pulling them apart. Each time he pulled my cunt-lips apart, the next motion was squeezing them together, a gesture which was appreciated “up-cunt” by my hard swollen clitoris. I glanced back again and saw that this time Jim had dropped his pants and boxers to his knees. His huge dick, and huge it was, pointed dangerously and angrily over my prostrated body. I panicked at the sheer size of his tool, easily 3 times longer than my Dirk’s best effort. Jim saw my fear and decided to pounce.
He suddenly lunged forward, his neck hovering on my neck as he nibbled on it. He whispered.
“I have a biggish cock, please relax and don’t scream”
With that he rammed his whole dick in my cunt, pushing my loose panty to one side and reaching the end on my vagina in one deft movement.
“Sorry to cause you the pain, I will be gentler now” he said as he pushed his throbbing schlong against my uterus’ cervix and collapsed on my back whispering mourns into my ear. He didn’t move, only his dick twitched in my well stretched cunt.
“This is a dream come true….” He sighed quietly as his body jerked uncontrollable and his hot penis twitched inside spewing volumes of hot young seed. I have never enjoyed multiple orgasms the way they hit me that day.
“How was your massage skat?” My beloved Dirk wanted to know.
“Unbelievable” was my honest answer.
“See you next time then” Jim suggested.
“Next time it will be Nikki’s turn” I concluded with a wink, squeezing Dirks butt as we walked out the door.
So, I now know what horny runners have in common; a healthy sex appetite fed by lots and lots of sex.
Yours truly
Juliet Alison Hepburn.
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