Chapter 44: Jogging with Thyra

On my way to the beach, an old guy from next door tipped his hat and smiled at me. He was probably retired, his grizzled face shaded by a wide-brimmed hat.

“Quite the show you put on yesterday with your daughter,” he called out with a sly grin.

I froze for a moment, the realization sinking in that he must have been watching through our window while Nora and I fucked by the fireplace.

“She’s definitely not my daughter,” I snapped, my voice sharp. “Keep your sick thoughts to yourself, you perv.”

He just chuckled, his eyebrows lifting in amusement, and I stormed off without sparing him another look. Yeah, technically Nora could be my daughter, given the twenty-year age gap, but throwing that suggestion out to a stranger like that was beyond disrespectful, in my opinion. There was, after all, nothing illegal to fuck an eighteen-year-old, even if her petite frame made her look younger.

Shaking my head, I made my way down to the beach, the air crisp against my skin. As I hit the sand, I immediately adjusted my stride, heading toward the water line where the sand was firmer, dampened by the retreating waves. The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing on the shore paired with each footfall, and with every step, the cool sand beneath my feet grounded me, clearing my mind of the clutter. I settled into a steady pace, the morning’s intensity slipping away, replaced by a quiet, satisfying calm.

After a few kilometers, I noticed a woman ahead of me - fit, with a ponytail swinging as she ran effortlessly along the shore. She had that confident, athletic stride, with legs that appeared packed with strength, impossible not to admire. I pushed myself harder, quickening my pace until I caught up with her. As I drew level, I gave a nod, flashing a smile.

“Nice pace,” I said, keeping my tone light. “Mind if I join you?”

She glanced over, her lips curving into a small smile, clearly not surprised by the attention. “Sure, if you can keep up.”

I matched her pace, just slightly to her side, watching as the sunlight glinted off her toned legs. The way her body moved in sync with the rhythm of the waves was almost hypnotic. A moment passed before I added with a grin, “I don’t know ... I’m starting to think you’re making me work harder than I planned.”

She laughed, a playful glint in her eyes. “Maybe you just need more practice.”

We kept running side by side, the beach growing quieter and more secluded as we moved further down the shore. The sound of waves crashing was louder now, and with no one around, my arousal started to increase. She was incredibly fit, her toned body moving effortlessly, and I found myself drawn to her more and more.

As we reached a quiet spot, she glanced over with a playful smile. “I usually stretch here for about half an hour. Care to join me?” She veered slightly inland, heading toward a secluded patch of dunes. Her steps were confident, deliberate, and I followed without hesitation, the chance to be alone with her making my pulse quicken.

The sand was soft beneath our feet when we arrived, and she began easing into her stretches with effortless grace. I stood behind her, feeling heat bloom in my chest as I watched her. Every movement was mesmerizing - her toned figure framed perfectly by yoga pants that clung to her curves as if painted on. Each shift of her body made it harder to think clearly, my thoughts racing as I tried, and failed, to focus on anything else.

She stood tall at first, legs spread wide in a strong stance, and then bent forward into a deep stretch. Her fingers brushed the sand as she folded smoothly at the waist, the curve of her back and the arch of her hips impossible to ignore. My jaw nearly hit the floor when my eyes locked onto her ass, perfectly framed and impossibly provocative. The tight fabric of her yoga pants stretched taut, outlining the delicate shape of her pussy like a second skin, every wrinkle and fold etched in stunning detail.

My breath caught, and a wave of raw, undeniable need surged through me, leaving no room for rational thought. My gaze was locked, unblinking, my heart pounding. It wasn’t just lust - it was pure, urgent desire, consuming and impossible to hold back. I was glad I had my tx34 laced spray with me as I didn’t have much time for seduction, anxious to get back to my girls. She was wearing a wedding ring, so impregnating her shouldn’t turn her life upside down.

She remained bent over, padding her hands to the sand, stretching her legs, totally oblivious to the storm of desire raging inside me. My hands moved on their own, yanking my pants down to release my throbbing cock, already aching with anticipation and rock-hard. Quickly, I coated my shaft with the slick, tx34-laced liquid and stepped closer, positioning myself directly behind her.

Without a word, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her yoga pants and pulled them down in one swift, rough motion, exposing her bare ass. She gasped sharply, her body tensing as her head turned slightly in surprise. Before she could react further, I gripped her hips and thrust my oiled cock into her unprepared pussy, burying myself deep in one fluid motion.

Her reaction was immediate - a sharp cry of shock escaping her lips as her hands braced against the sand for balance. Her body stiffened beneath me, caught off guard by the suddenness, her breath hitching as the initial intrusion sent a ripple through her. “What the...” she began, her voice trembling with a mix of surprise and protest.

But as I stayed still for a moment, her reaction shifted, as the effect of tx34 kicked in. The tension in her body began to soften, her breathing growing heavier, faster. The wetness of her cunt bloomed around me, her inner walls gripping me tightly as if to keep me there. Her gasps turned into low, shaky moans, the sound of her arousal unmistakable.

“You ... you’re insane! I am married...” she managed between breaths, her voice trembling not with anger but with rising desire, the confusion in her mind evident. I could see that her rational side, that tried to protect her modesty, was quickly losing its battle against her need to be fucked hard. I felt her hips pressing back slightly against me, testing the motion, her body instinctively matching mine as I began to move.

“But ... God, I need that inside,” she whispered, her tone shifting to one of surrender. Each thrust became more deliberate, the slick warmth of her tunnel drawing me in deeper. Her earlier surprise was gone, replaced by something primal, her moans growing louder with each stroke. Luckily, there was a small concrete structure, likely an old World War II fortification, in our secluded spot, that she used to brace herself as I thrust into her from behind.

Our bodies were still heated from the long, intense jog along the shore, fueling our fuck with a raw, urgent energy. Her athletic frame was tense and firm, matching my intensity as she pushed back, giving as much as she took with every thrust. Her fingers dug into the concrete, steadying herself as I drove deeper, her breath hitching in quick, sharp gasps.

I watched the way her body tightened and flexed with each stroke, her shoulders trembling as she held herself firm, pushing against me with the same fervor. She’d lean back, pressing into me, her skin slick with sweat, every inch of her body alive with an uncontainable energy that urged us both on, faster, harder, lost in the pounding rhythm we’d created.

I leaned forward, reaching around to grab her small, firm tits, my hands molding over her A-cups perfectly. They were just enough to fill my palms, her nipples hard and pressing insistently against my fingers as I kneaded her flesh. I could feel her body shudder at my touch, her back arching, pressing her chest harder into my grip while I kept thrusting into her. Her quick gasps were like fuel, each one pushing me to squeeze a little harder, rolling her nipples between my fingers, feeling her tighten and respond, the need building with every movement.

I pulled her body up, leaning in harder as I pressed her firmly against the rough concrete, her whole body pinned in front of me. My hands stayed on her tiny, firm breasts, now caught between her and the unyielding surface, each thrust driving her closer against it. The pressure made her nipples stand out even more, pressing into my palms. Her gasps deepened into desperate, breathless moans, her body helplessly squirming in front of me, locked in place, trapped. I kept my grip firm, pressing her tight and pounding feverishly, each thrust carrying a raw, consuming intensity.

Her moans turned into desperate, quivering gasps as her body tensed and then shuddered, her orgasm crashing over her. I felt her tremble, her whole body spasming as she clenched around me, her nails scraping against the concrete, helpless under the wave of pleasure. But I didn’t let up. I kept going, each thrust steady and relentless, driving her wild as her body jolted, caught between surrender and the oncoming surge of need all over again.

Her head fell forward, panting against the cold concrete, her body barely able to stay upright as I pushed her even further, keeping her pinned tight. She couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t find a moment to relax as I pressed deeper, the tension building right back up, pushing her closer and closer to that edge once more. Her breaths came out in broken whimpers, her hips shifting as if seeking relief, but I kept her exactly where I wanted, feeling her edge closer, her body ready to erupt all over again.

Her entire body tensed as another wave took her, even more intense this time, her climax ripping through her with uncontrollable force. She cried out, her voice breaking, her body shuddering helplessly against the unyielding concrete as she clenched around me, every muscle tightening in overwhelming pleasure. But I didn’t stop - if anything, I picked up the pace, each thrust faster, deeper, driving her to the brink once more without a moment’s pause.

She was caught in that inescapable rhythm, every nerve alive, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. I could feel her muscles twitch beneath my grip, her legs barely holding her up as I pressed in harder, not letting her escape, pushing her mercilessly toward yet another peak. She could do nothing but yield, her mind lost in the relentless, consuming rhythm, her body on fire, hurtling toward a third climax with no chance to come down.

I pulled out almost completely, feeling the cool air against the thick, pulsing veins along my shaft, every inch aching to plunge back into her warmth. Then I thrust back in, hard and deep, the tight walls of her cunt gripping me like a vice, squeezing around me as I pushed in to the hilt. Each time I withdrew, her slick heat clung to every inch, her muscles tightening as if trying to keep me inside. I could feel the rough, pulsing texture of my shaft rubbing against her, each thrust sending shocks of sensation through me, pushing us both closer to the edge.

Her body shuddered, helpless under the intensity, her walls clenching hard around me, drawing me even deeper. I picked up speed, feeling her tremble with each stroke, her breath catching in quick, desperate gasps. Reaching down, I found her clit, rubbing in firm, steady circles that sent fresh shivers coursing through her. The added sensation tipped her over the edge again, her body tensing, then erupting in her third orgasm, waves of pleasure overtaking her completely. As the overwhelming intensity of her climax consumed her, her legs gave way completely, kept upright only by the way she was trapped between the rough concrete and me.

As her legs gave out, I eased her down onto the soft sand, guiding her until she was lying beneath me. I reached down, catching the edge of her shirt and pulling it up over her head, revealing every inch of her toned, athletic body. Then I spread her legs wide, taking a moment to admire her. Her lean, strong muscles, sculpted from hours of dedication, every line and curve standing out under the sun. Her small, firm breasts rose and fell with her quickened breaths, her abs taut and defined.

The best part was the intoxicating display of her pussy, red from our previous pounding, ready for my cock between the inviting pose of her legs, spread to almost 180 degrees. I positioned myself above her, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine as I settled between her thighs, my shaft aimed at her opening. Her breathing was ragged, her gaze meeting mine with a look of breathless anticipation mixed with the hint of fear of being overpowered again by the intensity of her orgasm. I knew that tx34 had hyper-charged her arousal to a degree that made every orgasm an order of magnitude more intense than anything she had ever felt before, which was both pleasant and scary to her.

I pushed down on the back of her knees, spreading her even more, as I slid into her again, savoring the new angle and depth. Once again, I moved with relentless force, each thrust slow and deliberate, building us both back up with renewed intensity. My hips crashed into hers, each movement powerful and unyielding. She was strong enough to take a pounding that would have split most other women in two, yet each thrust still left her gasping, the impact stealing her breath.

As her body tensed beneath me, I reached down, twisting her stiff nipple just enough to send her spiraling over the edge again. Her strong vaginal muscles clenched around me, contracting so tightly that I felt every pulse with an intensity that bordered on pain. Her body began shivering uncontrollably, then her legs started wagging, bending at her knees, as if she was desperately trying to signal me to stop.

I wasn’t about to stop, however, still working up for my own release. I lifted her legs, guiding them up over my shoulders, letting her rest back fully against the sand, completely open to me. The new angle allowed me to press deeper, each thrust reaching places that made her gasp, her tired body responding in sharp, breathless moans. I gripped her hips, pulling her even closer with each movement, feeling the tension building in both of us with every powerful stroke.

Her hands reached up, clutching my arms as I moved, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as I quickened the pace. I could feel my own release building, the sensation driving us both toward that final peak. Her legs tightened on my shoulders, her body arching up to meet mine as we moved together in perfect rhythm, each thrust bringing us closer until finally, we both reached that peak, both of our bodies stiffening from the tension.

Her legs tightened on my shoulders, her body trembling as I pounded into her, the heat building in my balls with every deep, deliberate thrust. I could feel the tension winding tighter, my cock swelling, veins pulsing as the need to release took over. Her tight, slick walls gripped me like a vice, milking me with every stroke, pushing me past the point of no return.

When I felt it coming, I slammed into her, my cock buried to the hilt as I erupted, the tip touching her cervical opening. A deep groan tore from my throat as I felt the first wave of cum shoot out, thick and hot, flooding deep inside her. My hips jerked uncontrollably, each pulse sending another surge into her womb, my balls tightening with the sheer force of the release. The sensation was overwhelming, raw and primal, my entire body shaking with the intensity as I emptied myself completely, filling her with everything I had.