The Runner - Sex Stories

The Runner

... and this self-control was simply irritating. She wanted him frenzied and spurting inside her even when his lips and tongue just felt so good alongside his glorious cock. As she became un-coordinated, he curled his hands under her buttocks and quickened his deep, hard fucking, tossing her over the precipice into another climax. Lost to her body, all she could do was form soundless ‘Oh’s at the ceiling as she was juddered by unstoppable pummelling. He lay her back while she was still trembling and held her legs wide by the feet, taking a deep breath and building his strokes again. This was impossible. The charging bull of her last orgasm seemed to hesitate before it disappeared. Adam’s bucking pace picked up; the climax reared its head and charged back at her. He hammered; Nadia screamed and felt her body rent by the largest climax of her life, a roiling tsunami of deep, intense pleasure. When she opened her eyes again to this mad hero, his body shone as if oiled. He raised an eyebrow as if to say, “All done?” She shivered and pulled off him, curling down between her floppy legs and taking his slippery meat in her hand. She looked up at him, lapped a flat tongue over its saltiness, and squeezed his balls. It was her turn. He owed her. She wanted him to explode. Now. She got a sad, sad smile. # One year before, an ...

... overweight, recently pensioned, ex-policeman was running home from the gym. He had never felt happier. The police pay-off meant he wouldn’t have to work again, it was his tenth wedding anniversary, he had a beautiful wife that clearly loved him, and he was going to get back early and fill the bathroom with candles for her. Then he was going to make love to her, with every part of him. He was going to do all her favourite things, make her cum a dozen times, then who knows? This year she might put aside her squeamishness… do him like she had on their honeymoon, properly. All the way. This morning she had said he was looking good, losing the fat. She said he looked, “Good enough to eat.” He shivered in anticipation. He was only dimly aware of the closed lounge curtains as he poised his key at the lock, but jolted at the sudden male voice barking, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” It came from inside, from his lounge. He peered through a gap in the curtains and dropped the keys. Standing, twitching, in the middle of the room, was a muscular, naked man. Knelt before him was Adam’s wife. She was fully clothed and working her hands and mouth at the stranger’s grunting thrusts, humming in muffled joy. Adam slumped. He looked down at his flabby belly, his box fresh trainers, and then turned numbly back to the street. And ran.