Running Behind A Woman
of
Trish Maine
genre
cheating
I am a seasoned long distance roadrunner, a healthy pursuit with more than the “expected” benefits.
I love running behind a woman. Looking at her bums from behind, wondering what underwear she is wearing, if any at all. I get so fucking randy trying to catch a hint of the pussy outline. It spurs me on. It “keeps me going”. I love creeping-up on the unsuspecting woman, even though I know I risk her farting in my face. They say one of the joys of road running is the freedom to let fly at will, without a care. I am in a state of semi arousal whenever there is a woman running around me and, even if it’s a flabby granny hoping for a miracle “repair” of her fucked-up anatomy. There is something about granny fanny flip-flopping around that makes my cock excited, especially when she is running. I love chubby, seniors anyway, anyhow.
On this Sunday morning, I was running the Indian Ocean Marathon with Jane, my lovely sister in Law. At the start I was running behind her, because the crowd was still “thick” so we couldn't run next to each other. Jane, being the stronger runner, was pacing us as we negotiated our way through the legs, bums, tums and torsos. I kept my eyes on her bouncing gluts, defined through the ultralight material of her tights by the wetness which made the pants stick to her skin. And so we ran. I love running with Jane.
After the halfway point at Umdloti beach, I told Jane that I was going to stop to “catch a leak”. She told me not to stop but to just, piss in my pants, while running on.
“It’s raining so you will be clean by the time we finish the marathon” She said under her breath, quite innocently.
I protested that people would notice me pissing as I ran and this would be perfectly scandalous. Besides, I could even lose my running licence. The rain was falling quite thick and the weatherman had predicted that the East Coast would have rain from Amanzimtoti to Mtunzini for most of the day. We were prepared to slosh along with soaked shoes, all the way to the end. I always enjoyed the Indian Ocean Marathon and the rain was not going to spoil my fun.
“Let me show you how to piss and run”
My wife’s brother’s wife offered.
“Watch between my legs, keep you eyes...right there”. She quickened her pace to be a foot or 2 in front of me, then stuck her middle finger firmly into the bottom end of her bum crack, from behind! I swear I saw her finger sink in, an inch or two.
I duly obeyed and trained my eyes at the top of her thighs in line with the lower folds of her bums. I had not seen it before but there was quite a bulge there and I could see the outline of her cunt lips sculptured out by the fabric of her tights. She always ran in tights, it was the fashion those days. There, before my eyes, froth bubbled out of her mound as my lovely sister in law started to urinate. This was followed by pulses of liquid, oozing out of her pussy and running down her bare wet thighs. I swallowed hard as I realised what an awesome sight this was. My dick was instantly up and pulsating, the fastest I have ever known it to grow. What an instant bone generator!
My sister in law is very proper of manner, in her husband’s presence. But when we are alone, she is very sweet, open and often provocative. She is not your lingerie model-type but she does have a lovely African booty, somewhat smaller than the average Zulu dame's, but big by “international” standards. She has miles and miles of well formed, somewhat muscular legs. She is exquisitely sexy looking despite her “tomboy” preference when it comes to clothes. I have wanked myself silly, many times while looking at her camel toe in one beach photo of ours.
“You see, it’s quite easy and no one will ever notice. Now your turn…” she said looking at my bulging groin. Then she looked me in the eyes for a good 10 seconds and smiled.
“You bladder must be quite full, I see you still get erections when you need to piss….how sweet, still a teenager at heart, eh, Jim!” she kept grinning as we ran downhill, approaching the Umdloti River bridge.
"Go on, let me see you piss" she urged.
The truth is that my dick was too hard for me to piss without effort, and this lady’s seductive talk was not helping deflate my hard member. She complained that she couldn’t watch the pissing action and run, unless she ran “in reverse”. I suppose, it was only fair for her to want to see me piss.
I started to piss. Then disaster struck, as I started to fart, I always fart when I piss, I realised that the fart was coming out with some ‘solids’. I immediately squeezed my butt-hole sphincter shut. But I had to dunk, immediately.
“Shit Jane, I have to dunk…now or risk having an accident along the way…I am sure even heavy rain won’t be able to wash that away” I sheepishly stammered.
Jane gave a whole hearted laugh then stopped abruptly.
“Sorry Jim, maybe it’s not that funny …well let’s see. If WE stop for 10 minutes while you catch a shit. We will have to increase our pace to 4min 15 seconds to finish sub-3hrs 40min. Let’s go under the bridge, there is usually no one there…I will stand guard”
“No, thanks Jane, you keep going, I don’t want to spoil your run… I will see you at the finish line”
I was too embarrassed to be crouching in the bush, shooting craps with my posh sister in law around. What if it was one of those real stinkies my wife complains about ever so often. But I had to go, so I ducked fellow runners going past and carefully went down the sandy bank and under the bridge with Jane in tow. In a minute flat, I had emptied my rectum, wiped my butt and was pulling my shorts up when Jane stood in front and looked at my still slightly swollen cock.
“He is still a little excited about seeing Auntie Jane frothing on her cunt isn’t he!” She giggled as she gave my cock a firm tug, with her soft right hand.
I was shocked. My dick started growing again, even faster than before. I looked at Jane’s eyes and saw a different woman. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes narrowed and she had this lewd, leering attitude about her. I knew what it meant but I had no clue how to respond. My dick was now so hard, I felt I could shoot-off any time now. Jane turned away from me and put her fingers in the band of her tights on both hips.
“I better, finish off the last drops of piss I have…so we don’t have to stop again..in case the rain stops and I can’t do another running piss.”
She deliberately and what appeared like infinitely slowly, wriggled out of her tight shorts. She stopped briefly with her rolled up tights and micro-G just below her butt, revealing her wet, shaven cunt with a Charlie Chaplin “moustache”. Bending over now, she looked at me from the side before releasing a short burst followed by a few drops of golden yellow piss. Jane licked her lips, blew me a kiss and winked. Before my eyes was the most lovely pussy I had ever seen. The legs and ass-cheeks all assembled so well to make this work of art, simply magnificent. The butt and legs sort of “hollowed-out” exposing the cunt like I had never seen cunt before. Jane squeezed her labia to force out the last drops of that golden juice.. I decided to help out.
I lunged forward with my tongue sticking out, like my Alsatian's, on a hot African day. I slapped my thick lips at the bottom of that lovely slit, my tongue forcing it's way a few inches inside. With my hands on her hips to keep Jane from tumbling forward, I slurped up and down a few times, tasting her salty piss. My nose was drunk from the osmic assault of her sweat, piss and smells coming from her puckered asshole against which my nose was stuck.
“Oh, goodness me, Jim! Where did you learn to lap cunt like that? Your tongue feels so good on that tight puss of mine.. but leave that for another time, just shove that prick of yours in. I can’t wait..”
Now, Jim is an obedient boy. Jane’s cunt was scalding hot and quite tight. I am an everage sized guy, cockwise but I felt quite a grip in there. It was nice and slippery but not in a watery way. Very slimy and mucous-like. I could not believe my luck, I bet my dick couldn’t believe either for he just kept growing and "rising-up to the occasion", so to speak! Jane placed her palm on the bridge wall and started twisting and ramming her slippery vagina against my dick with such force that I had to hold my ground or risk falling on my back.
“Fuck me brother in law. Just hammer that pussy…keep it in the family. Oh, Jim, I have dreamt about your cock many times….fuck your in law’s wife. Yes… right there, ram it!”
“Thank you Jane…for this... Your cunt is so hot…I also dream of you all the time…then I wank my cock to blistering point.. fuck..”
“Jim… you know, when I dream of you I scream your name…I tell sweet hubby, it’s only a dream, that I would never cheat on him….Fuck I am coming Jim, lets come together, fill me up. My next baby will be my children’s cousin….”
I banged her hard and came without warning. I poured my seed into my sister in law’s hot cunt. And as the first jet hit her womb mouth, she exploded. We both convulsed like “grand-mal” epileptics, for a minute or so.
Jane looked at her watch.
“ We have been here for 4 minutes 44 seconds. Let’s go Jim. I will pace us and please keep up with me don't lag behind…”
We ran in satisfied silence. I was a little wobbly at first, and my knees were a little stiff, though happily, my real “stiff” had softened well. Jane found her voice as we went past Zimbali, starting our final push into Ballito, and on to the finish line. It was raining quite hard.
“Jim, clean yourself as you run. Stick your hand in your pants and let some rain in, like this. Otherwise we will be stinking like fish, I know my pussy juices smell …and feel strong!” Jane instructed as she rubbed her fanny, through the fabric, then by direct contact. I followed suit. A young lady running next to me saw me and shook her head…probably convinced that perverts lurk all over.
We crossed the finish line in 3hours 44 minutes. Not bad, considering how much we had accomplished along the way!
“Well done honey, well done Jim. And thanks for running with Jane, I'm sure you slowed her down a little, she runs too fast and picks-up injuries.” My brother in law! Such a beautiful man... with a wife’s pussy to match!
****************
Thats it lovers remember to get your copy of: Female Orgasm 101; Preparation, Building & Delivering it - https://exoticsex.home.blog/2020/04/30/female-orgasm-101
I love running behind a woman. Looking at her bums from behind, wondering what underwear she is wearing, if any at all. I get so fucking randy trying to catch a hint of the pussy outline. It spurs me on. It “keeps me going”. I love creeping-up on the unsuspecting woman, even though I know I risk her farting in my face. They say one of the joys of road running is the freedom to let fly at will, without a care. I am in a state of semi arousal whenever there is a woman running around me and, even if it’s a flabby granny hoping for a miracle “repair” of her fucked-up anatomy. There is something about granny fanny flip-flopping around that makes my cock excited, especially when she is running. I love chubby, seniors anyway, anyhow.
On this Sunday morning, I was running the Indian Ocean Marathon with Jane, my lovely sister in Law. At the start I was running behind her, because the crowd was still “thick” so we couldn't run next to each other. Jane, being the stronger runner, was pacing us as we negotiated our way through the legs, bums, tums and torsos. I kept my eyes on her bouncing gluts, defined through the ultralight material of her tights by the wetness which made the pants stick to her skin. And so we ran. I love running with Jane.
After the halfway point at Umdloti beach, I told Jane that I was going to stop to “catch a leak”. She told me not to stop but to just, piss in my pants, while running on.
“It’s raining so you will be clean by the time we finish the marathon” She said under her breath, quite innocently.
I protested that people would notice me pissing as I ran and this would be perfectly scandalous. Besides, I could even lose my running licence. The rain was falling quite thick and the weatherman had predicted that the East Coast would have rain from Amanzimtoti to Mtunzini for most of the day. We were prepared to slosh along with soaked shoes, all the way to the end. I always enjoyed the Indian Ocean Marathon and the rain was not going to spoil my fun.
“Let me show you how to piss and run”
My wife’s brother’s wife offered.
“Watch between my legs, keep you eyes...right there”. She quickened her pace to be a foot or 2 in front of me, then stuck her middle finger firmly into the bottom end of her bum crack, from behind! I swear I saw her finger sink in, an inch or two.
I duly obeyed and trained my eyes at the top of her thighs in line with the lower folds of her bums. I had not seen it before but there was quite a bulge there and I could see the outline of her cunt lips sculptured out by the fabric of her tights. She always ran in tights, it was the fashion those days. There, before my eyes, froth bubbled out of her mound as my lovely sister in law started to urinate. This was followed by pulses of liquid, oozing out of her pussy and running down her bare wet thighs. I swallowed hard as I realised what an awesome sight this was. My dick was instantly up and pulsating, the fastest I have ever known it to grow. What an instant bone generator!
My sister in law is very proper of manner, in her husband’s presence. But when we are alone, she is very sweet, open and often provocative. She is not your lingerie model-type but she does have a lovely African booty, somewhat smaller than the average Zulu dame's, but big by “international” standards. She has miles and miles of well formed, somewhat muscular legs. She is exquisitely sexy looking despite her “tomboy” preference when it comes to clothes. I have wanked myself silly, many times while looking at her camel toe in one beach photo of ours.
“You see, it’s quite easy and no one will ever notice. Now your turn…” she said looking at my bulging groin. Then she looked me in the eyes for a good 10 seconds and smiled.
“You bladder must be quite full, I see you still get erections when you need to piss….how sweet, still a teenager at heart, eh, Jim!” she kept grinning as we ran downhill, approaching the Umdloti River bridge.
"Go on, let me see you piss" she urged.
The truth is that my dick was too hard for me to piss without effort, and this lady’s seductive talk was not helping deflate my hard member. She complained that she couldn’t watch the pissing action and run, unless she ran “in reverse”. I suppose, it was only fair for her to want to see me piss.
I started to piss. Then disaster struck, as I started to fart, I always fart when I piss, I realised that the fart was coming out with some ‘solids’. I immediately squeezed my butt-hole sphincter shut. But I had to dunk, immediately.
“Shit Jane, I have to dunk…now or risk having an accident along the way…I am sure even heavy rain won’t be able to wash that away” I sheepishly stammered.
Jane gave a whole hearted laugh then stopped abruptly.
“Sorry Jim, maybe it’s not that funny …well let’s see. If WE stop for 10 minutes while you catch a shit. We will have to increase our pace to 4min 15 seconds to finish sub-3hrs 40min. Let’s go under the bridge, there is usually no one there…I will stand guard”
“No, thanks Jane, you keep going, I don’t want to spoil your run… I will see you at the finish line”
I was too embarrassed to be crouching in the bush, shooting craps with my posh sister in law around. What if it was one of those real stinkies my wife complains about ever so often. But I had to go, so I ducked fellow runners going past and carefully went down the sandy bank and under the bridge with Jane in tow. In a minute flat, I had emptied my rectum, wiped my butt and was pulling my shorts up when Jane stood in front and looked at my still slightly swollen cock.
“He is still a little excited about seeing Auntie Jane frothing on her cunt isn’t he!” She giggled as she gave my cock a firm tug, with her soft right hand.
I was shocked. My dick started growing again, even faster than before. I looked at Jane’s eyes and saw a different woman. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes narrowed and she had this lewd, leering attitude about her. I knew what it meant but I had no clue how to respond. My dick was now so hard, I felt I could shoot-off any time now. Jane turned away from me and put her fingers in the band of her tights on both hips.
“I better, finish off the last drops of piss I have…so we don’t have to stop again..in case the rain stops and I can’t do another running piss.”
She deliberately and what appeared like infinitely slowly, wriggled out of her tight shorts. She stopped briefly with her rolled up tights and micro-G just below her butt, revealing her wet, shaven cunt with a Charlie Chaplin “moustache”. Bending over now, she looked at me from the side before releasing a short burst followed by a few drops of golden yellow piss. Jane licked her lips, blew me a kiss and winked. Before my eyes was the most lovely pussy I had ever seen. The legs and ass-cheeks all assembled so well to make this work of art, simply magnificent. The butt and legs sort of “hollowed-out” exposing the cunt like I had never seen cunt before. Jane squeezed her labia to force out the last drops of that golden juice.. I decided to help out.
I lunged forward with my tongue sticking out, like my Alsatian's, on a hot African day. I slapped my thick lips at the bottom of that lovely slit, my tongue forcing it's way a few inches inside. With my hands on her hips to keep Jane from tumbling forward, I slurped up and down a few times, tasting her salty piss. My nose was drunk from the osmic assault of her sweat, piss and smells coming from her puckered asshole against which my nose was stuck.
“Oh, goodness me, Jim! Where did you learn to lap cunt like that? Your tongue feels so good on that tight puss of mine.. but leave that for another time, just shove that prick of yours in. I can’t wait..”
Now, Jim is an obedient boy. Jane’s cunt was scalding hot and quite tight. I am an everage sized guy, cockwise but I felt quite a grip in there. It was nice and slippery but not in a watery way. Very slimy and mucous-like. I could not believe my luck, I bet my dick couldn’t believe either for he just kept growing and "rising-up to the occasion", so to speak! Jane placed her palm on the bridge wall and started twisting and ramming her slippery vagina against my dick with such force that I had to hold my ground or risk falling on my back.
“Fuck me brother in law. Just hammer that pussy…keep it in the family. Oh, Jim, I have dreamt about your cock many times….fuck your in law’s wife. Yes… right there, ram it!”
“Thank you Jane…for this... Your cunt is so hot…I also dream of you all the time…then I wank my cock to blistering point.. fuck..”
“Jim… you know, when I dream of you I scream your name…I tell sweet hubby, it’s only a dream, that I would never cheat on him….Fuck I am coming Jim, lets come together, fill me up. My next baby will be my children’s cousin….”
I banged her hard and came without warning. I poured my seed into my sister in law’s hot cunt. And as the first jet hit her womb mouth, she exploded. We both convulsed like “grand-mal” epileptics, for a minute or so.
Jane looked at her watch.
“ We have been here for 4 minutes 44 seconds. Let’s go Jim. I will pace us and please keep up with me don't lag behind…”
We ran in satisfied silence. I was a little wobbly at first, and my knees were a little stiff, though happily, my real “stiff” had softened well. Jane found her voice as we went past Zimbali, starting our final push into Ballito, and on to the finish line. It was raining quite hard.
“Jim, clean yourself as you run. Stick your hand in your pants and let some rain in, like this. Otherwise we will be stinking like fish, I know my pussy juices smell …and feel strong!” Jane instructed as she rubbed her fanny, through the fabric, then by direct contact. I followed suit. A young lady running next to me saw me and shook her head…probably convinced that perverts lurk all over.
We crossed the finish line in 3hours 44 minutes. Not bad, considering how much we had accomplished along the way!
“Well done honey, well done Jim. And thanks for running with Jane, I'm sure you slowed her down a little, she runs too fast and picks-up injuries.” My brother in law! Such a beautiful man... with a wife’s pussy to match!
****************
Thats it lovers remember to get your copy of: Female Orgasm 101; Preparation, Building & Delivering it - https://exoticsex.home.blog/2020/04/30/female-orgasm-101
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