The Pornkley Marathon (Unfinished)
Copyright© 2025 by CindySinful
Chapter 8: Time to Run
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 8: Time to Run - This is a so-far unfinished story I work on every once in a while. It is about a woman who runs long distances and is recruited to run a multi-state, multi-day marathon. However, much of it must be done in the nude, and sex acts are encouraged.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Ma Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sports Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Swinging Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Male Oriental Female Hispanic Male Hispanic Female Indian Male Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Food Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Public Sex Nudism
Like in every other race in her lifetime, Jill’s mind automatically went into race mode.
As if by nature, she thought only of moving forward, gliding through the course, and of maybe even passing the runners in front of her.
Whenever she started a race, no matter the size nor the distance, Jill had a tendency to start near the middle of the pack, maybe even a little bit behind that pack.
She saw herself as a slow starter. Her first mile was usually significantly slower than her others. Sometimes, though, her starting position was a large reason for this as she would find herself weaving in and out of packs of slower runners or even walkers to had started too soon in the bunch.
Unconsciously, this also helped with her ego – with time, she was able to start passing other runners. Rarely after the first mile was she ever passed.
Passing those other runners gave her a large amount of satisfaction, stroking her running ego. It was one of those things she enjoyed about races, but rarely ever admitted.
Today, the other runners had a five minute plus advantage over her. She would not catch them within the first mile, most likely. She also knew that she most likely had two plus months to catch them.
The thrill of the start going now, Jill broke into a more casual pace, the pace she wanted. She had a long way to go. No need tearing herself apart at the start.
Already, her mind began to wander.
She imagined herself passing the other runners, her eyes already darting ahead in the woods for any other sign of another runner. She saw none, but that only kept her moving forward.
The cool morning air felt great against her bare skin, the bits of sunshine raying through the trees touching her skin with a loving sensation.
Every once in a while, she would see the course guide painted on the ground, a pair of pink running shoes painted in various places, especially where the trail cut off into another direction. Every once in a while, she would come across a port-a-pot, letting her know she was on the right path.
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