Chapter 4: The Answer

Jill loved running.

Jill did not enjoy being in the company of a lot of people.

Jill loved a running challenge, especially when it came to unique distances. She loved marathons. She adored ultras.

Sometimes, Jill did not enjoy being in the company of others runners during these events. Awkward forced conversations made her feel uncomfortable. At the start of many races, she felt like a ping pong ball bouncing between the other runners.

But once people found their paces and the crowd thinned, she was in her element. She loved passing other runners, feeling the breeze she made with her own movement blowing in her face.

Jill loved sex. Getting to the point was difficult, with her anxiety towards other people. This is why her encounters were usually quick, even if she was slow and careful in her preparation. She needed to feel safe. Too many times, she had been threatened, or felt threatened. The build up and anticipation of an encounter was a thrill, but turned her into a basket of nerves at the same time.

But the act of sex was one of her greatest joys, whether it was the feeling of a cock inside of her pussy, the feeling of a cock in her mouth, the feeling of a mouth on her pussy, even the feeling of a pussy in her mouth. The anxiety and nervousness disappeared during those few brief moments.

This is why she enjoyed masturbation – with the right toys, she could enjoy all of that without the bother of dealing with people. But, in the end, it was not the same thing.

Her mind swam at the thought of something called the Pornkley Marathon. She did not know the details, but somehow they had been impressed enough with her to pursue her. This impressed her. They knew her love of running.

They also knew of her sex drive. Somehow. Where the fuck they got that information, she had no idea, but they knew. They knew even when she really did not think that much about herself. And now she knew.

She let out a slow sigh, staring at her computer screen.

Jill had the conversation open, like she had countless times before. She re-read it countless times. She went through it in her mind, countless times.

She had typed a response countless times, but had never sent a message.

“I think I really want to do this race, but I really need to know more about it before I say yes.”

Those words shone on her screen. She read them over and over again.

Jill was about the exit out of the message again, but in a move even unexptect to her, she pushed “send,” then closed the message.

For days, she avoided it before opening it again.

The response was only a link.

She clicked on it.

It was, again, only a simple page. “Pornkley Marathon” stood at the top in bright pink lettering, the rest of the text in simple black and white:

“The best way to introduce you to the Pornkely Marathon is to tell you about its creator, Mallory Clinton.

Mallory Clinton was born in the small town of Ludlear, Ohio. During the early 2000s, she was one of the most respectable runners in the area, winning several 5ks, 10ks and half marathons. She was considered by many one of the leaders of the local running community, known for her embracive personality and her ability to get along with all.

In 2011, her reputation was soiled when she was found performing oral sex on a male runner a few feet off the course of the Ludlear Riverway Half Marathon. She immediately ceased competitive running.

However, her love of running continued. So she continued to run. However, she also enjoyed sex, and the thrill of running many times lead to an increased sexual drive, many times while she was out for a run.

During one long run, she performed 17 sexual acts in 20 miles. The combined thrill of running, the sexual acts, the danger of being caught and thrill of performing sexual acts and running outside were an ultimate thrill for her.

And with that, the beginnings of the Pornkley Marathon were conceived.

At first, this was an unofficial event only with Mallory and any encounters she had on the course. Each year, she promised herself, she would run for 26.2 miles on local recreation trails. Her goal was to have at least one sexual encounter every three miles.

She blogged her results, with spectacular results.

In the two weeks following, Mallory’s blog gained 400 times the followers. However, concern grew that too much publicity could be a bad thing, so she created a second more secretive blog, aceessible only to those on a need to know.

The next year, she published the date for her next personal Pornkley Marathon. In the route, she was approached by so many interested in participating, she had to turn down 10 for every one who did participate.

And with this, Mallory saw an opportunity.

And with this, the Pornkley Marathon was born.