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"Running Into Trouble"
  by Dan Sacks


The cool autumn air took my breath away when I stepped out
of the dorm building for my evening run.  I paused for a
moment to consider whether I needed another layer of
clothes.  Second-guessing my running attire has become a
habit by mid-October.  I decided that I would warm up
quickly once I got going.  Still, I now wonder whether
things would have been different if I wore something less
revealing that night.  I wore my favorite running outfit:
royal blue tights and a yellow tight-fitting T-shirt over my
sports bra.  I always loved the way my legs and ass looked
in those tights; I knew that every guy I passed would stare
at my athletic bottom.  I never considered myself a
knockout, but I liked body.  I'm 5'7 and have dark-red hair.
 I keep it shoulder-length and pulled back in a ponytail
when I run.  I have runner's body-tight, muscular, but
feminine.  I suppose I've wondered what it would be like to
have a large chest, but I'm happy with my perky B-cup
breasts.  I'm told I have a pretty face.

I've run competitively since junior high and considered
myself a bit of a jock.  I even got a partial cross-country
scholarship from a private college here in Northeast
Massachusetts.  It was my first year here and I would train
twice a day.  On this night, I planned for an easy run from
the campus out to Oceanside Park.  I jogged through main
campus.  I passed a couple of campus cops, middle-aged guys
who smiled at me and made no attempt to hide their staring.
I gave them a closed-lip smile and nod.  I made my way
through the Student Square where burnouts smoke and play
hacky-sack.  I'm nearly out of their sight when one shouts,
"Nice ass!"  I can't help but laugh.  I don't condone such
behavior, but it does make me feel a little sexy.

Still feeling a bit high from my admirer's comment, I made
my way off campus.  I wondered briefly what one of them
would do if I showed interest.  Some guy would say, "Nice
ass," and I'd circle back, stop in front of him, and look
him over from head to toe. "Thanks for noticing, you have
terrific shoulders."  But I don't dare. I'm not that kind of
girl.

About halfway through with my workout, I reached Oceanside
Park.  I love this place.  It consist of grassy hills, a few
snack shacks that are closed this time of the year, and a
boathouse near a pier.  I didn't notice anyone around as I
picked up my pace over the hills and circled the park a few
times.  I've warmed up now and my heart rate was really
kicking.  I slowed it down and decided to cool off with an
easy jog out to the end of the pier.

I had almost reached the pier when I noticed shadowy figures
leaning against the railing.  It was getting dark, and there
were only a few lamps and the full moon to give me light.

"Hey, baby," said one.  I saw four young men, probably in
their mid-20s.  They were Hispanic.  My heart rate picks up
again.  I smirked back at him and kept jogging.  "Damn,
she's got a tight ass!" one said.  Another made kissing
noises.  I was a little frightened now, but what could I do?
 I told myself that it's just more of the same and, in fact,
I was being prejudiced.  After all, I wouldn't be the least
bit scared if these were white guys.  The boys at the
Student Square have said far worse to me.  By the time I
reached the end of the pier, I was at ease but feeling
slightly ashamed of myself.  I paused for a moment to admire
the refection of the full moon on the calm ocean.

I turned and headed back.  I was three-fourth of the way off
the pier before I noticed that the men had changed position
and were slowly walking shoulder-to-shoulder toward me.  My
heart rate jumped again, this time pounding as though it
knew something my mind refused to comprehend.  I could see
their faces, all looking at me directly.  One with a flag
bandana on his head said, "Hey, baby."  I looked down at the
ground as I ran by him.  He grabbed my arm.  My legs almost
went out from under me.  "Yo! I said, hey! Don't you got no
manners?"

"Let me go!" I shouted.  My fingernails, which I always keep
trimmed, were feebly trying to dig into his hand. Another of
the men took hold of my free arm.  I immediately tried to
bite and scream and kick out at them.  Instantly another man
yanked hard on my ponytail. "You want to fucking die,
bitch?"

I actually considered the question for a moment.  No, I
don't want to die.  In my perfect middle-class upbringing,
I'd never in my life been abused.  I'd never been in an
actual fight.  I was totally out of my element.  The
rational voice in my head said to relax; there's no one
around, and the only way you're getting out of this is to
remain calm.

I stopped struggling.  "No.  I don't want to die," I cried.
"Please don't hurt me.  I didn't mean to upset you."  I felt
their grips on me loosen slightly, but I knew they had me. 
The four of them surrounded me.  I stood still and tried to
catch my breath.

"We were only being friendly, but you gotta go and be a
bitch," the flagman said, as he grabbed my butt forcefully
with his free hand.  "What's your name, bitch?"

"Julie.  Please, I just want to go home," I said, trying to
keep my head.

"You gonna be friends with us, Julie?"

"Please don't hurt me.  You don't have to do this," I said,
as though I were introducing a new option that they never
would have thought up on their own.

"We don't have to do shit, dumb bitch," said the man yanking
my ponytail.

"If you don't want to get hurt, you do what we say.  We're
the bosses of you."  The bearded man standing in front of me
slipped a hand up my shirt and pinched my erect nipple
though my sports bra.  "You don't do what we say, and we'll
cut you up and throw you in the ocean.  We don't give a
fuck."

Maybe I was naive, but they had me convinced. I had to do
what they said.  They really could have been killers.  "OK.
You're the boss.  I'll do anything.  Please..."

The flagman gave a nod to the man feeling me up.  He took a
rock and smashed the padlock off the nearby boathouse. These
guys are clods, I thought briefly.  They're making way too
much noise.  Someone will come along soon, probably the
police!

They pushed me into the dark boathouse.  It smelled musty,
like wet wood, which it was.  One of the men kept hold of my
ponytail.  I didn't dare move a muscle as I listened to them
bump around in the dark.  Finally they found the chain to a
bare light bulb overhead.

All eyes were on me.  I was shivering now, my nipples poking
through my light shirt.  The man who held my ponytail let go
and leaned casually against the door.  The room was fairly
big and cleaner than I expected.  There was a large bay door
that I was sure was locked.  A large overturned rowboat lay
near the back wall where the only window looked out to the
ocean.  Some odd-looking tools were stacked in a corner. 
The floor was bare wood.

"Alright, take off your shirt," said the doorman.

"Yeah, show us those pointy tits," laughed another man.

I was embarrassed looking at their staring eyes through my
now visible breath.  "Please don't," I said in a final plea.

"Julie, take off the fucking shirt, or we'll rip it off you
and you can run home naked!" said flagman.

I closed my eyes and quickly removed my shirt.  Nervously I
kept it wadded up in my hands.

"Take that top off too," flagman demanded.

I pulled my sports bra over my head.  I thought about how
this is the most naked any man had ever seen me.  I'd fooled
around with guys before.  But it was in cars or in bedrooms
with parents nearby.  Blouses and pants were loosened, hands
and fingers were given temporary access, but clothes were
never removed.

It was then that I lost my head for a moment.  I noticed how
their faces were looking at my body approvingly.  Isn't this
what I loved about my body, the look of desire that it
produced in men?  I guess it's hard to turn off those things
with which we've become conditioned.  I felt my breath
deepen and my face become flushed with excitement. Then I
caught myself.  What was I doing?  Did I want to get raped?

I was half-stimulated and half-appalled when I felt flagman
reach around and massage my ass cheeks.  "Your tits are
nicer than I thought," he said, grabbing one firmly.  I was
caught off guard by the warmth of his voice and became more
excited.  My body warmed.

"That ain't bad!" shouted the doorman.

"Let's get on with it!" said the one with the beard.

Flagman took my shirt and bra from my trembling hands.  He
was about 6'2 with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.  I
admired his light goatee.  "I'm gonna help you off with
those pants," he said.  He smiled and nodded to his friends.
 Then, he turned me toward the overturned rowboat, pushing
my shoulder down.  I was now in a bent over position, with
my hands on the bottom of the boat and my feet slightly
apart.  "Get down more," he demanded.  "And stick that ass
up ... higher."

I complied.  Breathing heavily now, I felt his fingers dig
under the waistband of my tights.  Slowly he pealed them
over my round, white bottom.  The room filled with hoots and
crude comments from the other men.  I could feel their
nervous excitement-or was it mine?

My feet came together as my tights reached my sneakers,
which I kicked off without encouragement.  I stepped one
foot out of the tights, then the other.

The catcalls from the men behind me were thrilling; I could
feel my vagina moisten.  I was still frightened, but not for
my life.  I now was scared because I was unsure of what was
to come.  I knew I was to lose my virginity to these men,
and I was afraid that it would be a long, painful
experience.

"Shake that ass, Julie!" said flagman; he gave my butt a
slap.  I was surprised that I liked it.  I think it was the
sound it made when his large hand came down on my skin, or
maybe I liked that this spanking came suddenly and
unexpectedly.  I began to move my butt back and forth
slowly.  Their chants and whoops coaxed an eagerness in me.
I started rolling my hips quicker and in a circular motion,
arching my lower back as my ass reached the apex of its
movement.

I couldn't believe how aroused I was.  I wondered whether
this would be it.  Perhaps they just wanted me to put on a
show for them to humiliate me.  Maybe they were about to let
me be on my way.  I felt great relief and slight
disappointment at this notion.

Of course, my disappointment didn't last long.  Keeping up
my performance, I heard the men removing their coats.
Flagman began massaging my ass again as the others watched.
With each motion, his fingers reached deeper into the crack
of my butt.  His fingers tickled then penetrated my wet
vagina.  I began to rock my body with his rhythmic probing.

"Shit, this bitch is lovin' this!" yelled one of the men as
the others laughed.

I paused for a moment, but didn't resist.

"Is that right, Julie? You like this?" asked flagman.

"No," I lied, looking over my shoulder at him.

"That's too bad."  He began thrusting his fingers quickly
inside of me.  I noticed his determined, almost angry,
expression.  I rocked back and forth, pushing my slit harder
against his fingers. "Mmmmm, uhhh, mmm," I moaned. Soon I
felt my vagina aflame then clinch around his dripping
fingers.  I climaxed to my first full-fledged orgasm.  I
forgot my surroundings or my circumstances, and I called
out, "Hold it deep, right there ... please!"  He pushed his
fingers as far as they'd go, and I pushed right back into
them as forcefully as I could.

The men laughed and taunted.  "Oh, yeah.  You really hate
this."  Trembling with a stranger's fingers deep inside me,
I felt a wave of shame.  What was I doing?

"Can I please go now," I said in a meek little girl voice.
This brought much laughter, and I closed my eyes, thinking
about how stupid I sounded.

"We're just getting started, Julie.  Besides, you don't
really want to go anywhere do you?" said flagman.  I just
looked at the floor.  He took his fingers out of me and
placed them to my mouth.  "See how wet you got? Lick it up."
  I tasted my cum, licking and sucking it off his fingers. 
My mouth watered.  I was getting excited again. "Good girl,"
he said in a soothing voice.  He turned me around to face my
audience.  Looking at them, I thought of how handsome these
young men were.  I certainly could have done worse, but then
questioned my sanity.  Handsome rapists? Is that what I'll
tell the police? ("Oh they were all gorgeous and tall, at
least six feet.  The heaviest was about 200lbs.  The
lightest-in weight, not color-was about 170lbs.  No, the one
with the flag bandana had fuller lips and bedroom eyes.")

Flagman walked me over to the muscular man leaning against
the door.  His face beamed.  "You want Julie to suck your
dick?" (What?!)  "Oh yeah. I bet you suck dick great," he
said.  My eyes bulged in shock.

Then flagman did something that at the moment I thought was
very sweet.  He spread his coat in front of the doorman.  I
caught myself smiling at him for a second before he said,
"You better swallow it all up and not get a drop on my
jacket."

I dumbly kneeled before the large man, looking up at him
blankly.  The other men stood closer now; flagman stood next
to me.  The man at the door unbuckled his belt and opened
his loose-fitting trousers.  He then pushed his boxer shorts
down to his knees.  I eyed his large penis; it was poking
half-erect through his dark pubic hair.  His big testicles
hung low.  "Go ahead and get to work, slut." (Slut? Me?)

My mouth watered, and I licked my lips.  Slowly, I opened my
mouth, placing my tongue to the tip of his penis.  I
couldn't take my eyes off his cock as it began to grow and
expand.  (Remarkable!)  "That's right, bitch.  Tease me with
it.  Make me want it."  I moved my tongue side to side and
around the tip of his cock, looking up at him.  He's grin
was so cute, and I instinctively smiled back.  I was struck
by an odd feeling of pride.  My pretty face and mouth was
exciting this man.  How could this be?  His cock swelled and
now pressed against the roof of my mouth.  I couldn't
believe how thick his penis became.  He started to move his
hips as I took him deeper into my mouth.  I relaxed my
throat, swallowing his massive member.  My mouth watered and
drooled when I first experienced the bitter and sweet flavor
of his precum.  I was amazing myself with my quick study and
heard the other men agree with my thoughts. "She sucks dick
better than a whore!"  I heard the men undress, belts
unbuckled and jeans unzipped.

Flagman massaged my back and ass.  Then he whispered in my
ear: "You're gonna love this." (How could it get any
better?)  He gently pushed my shoulders down so that I was
now on all fours.  The doorman kept his cock was in my
mouth, easing himself to his knees.  We didn't miss a beat.

"Get that fine ass up high for me, baby," he said softly. I
did as I was told.  Flagman got behind me; spreading my butt
cheeks with his hands he began licking my vagina.  I moaned
deeply (Mmmmm), which from the taste of it seemed to
stimulate the thick rod in my watering mouth.  "That's
right, girl. You love that cock," doorman said.

Flagman tickled my clitoris and ran his tongue up my
dripping slit.  He surprised me by continuing up to my anus;
my hole and cheeks clinched involuntary.  He gave my butt a
sharp slap, "Relax that ass."  I whimpered and moaned.  His
tongue first moved in circles then probed into my asshole. 
I couldn't believe how stimulated the new sensation made me.
I totally relaxed as he spread my cheeks and worked his
tongue deep into my asshole.

He paused and held my cheeks wide open, "That's a damn fine
ass!"  He declared to the other two men.

"Damn right, yo!" one agreed.

"Shit, you gonna tap that or what?" the other asked.

"Not just yet," flagman said.

"Fuck! Then I'm gonna get some head, too," one man said. He
kneeled next to the doorman, who guided my head to his
friend's already stiff penis.  This man was thinner than the
others, and his cock wasn't as impressive as the fat dick
I'd been working on. They took turns fucking my face.
Flagman continued to torture my pussy and ass.  When the
fourth guy slid his head under my hanging breasts, sucking
and pinching my erect nipples, I couldn't take it anymore. I
climaxed hard, bucking my ass into flagman's face and
furiously sucking whichever cock I could get.  I made sounds
that I've never heard before, groans and grunts and sighs.

And the men responded.

Doorman's fat cock exploded in my mouth.  Remembering what
flagman said, I swallowed three big gulps of his cum. "Damn,
shit, damn. I just blew down the bitch's throat," he said. 
As he retreated to lean against the rowboat, I started
working on the other man's penis.

"Get up, cuz," flagman said to the man stimulating my
nipples.  He rolled my body over, so that I was lying on my
back.  I looked up at the three naked me standing above me.
Their eyes danced all over my body.  "That is a nice pussy,"
one remarked.  (I had trimmed it into a perfect triangle the
previous night.)  I smiled and blushed with pride.  Flagman,
who was still wearing his bandana, eased his face back down
to my clit.  He relentlessly tickled it and massaged my anus
with his thumb.  The other two kneeled on each side of my
face and took turns fucking it.  I felt another surge as my
back arched and I came again.  Flagman urged one of the men,
the one with an indiscernible tattoo on his thigh, to move
down.  "Go ahead and fuck this bitch, bro," he said.  "She's
ready."

The tattooed man lifted under my knees, raising my legs and
ass up in the air, and forcefully drove his cock into my
pussy.  Needless to say, I screamed.  But he was without
mercy.  He drove his prick in and out of my vagina hard and
fast. "Fuck! This is the fucking tightest fuck I've ever
had! Fuck!" he said. "Take my big dick, cunt. You love it
don't you?"  My cries and tears said I didn't.  After what
seemed like a few hundred trusts, I began to relax my body.
Discomfort eventually faded and my pussy felt warm and full.
 His grunts and groans were in synch with my sighs and
moans.  Flagman was working on my breasts, and the bearded
guy was rubbing his penis and balls all over my mouth and
face.

"I'm gonna blow, slut!" said the tattooed man. "You're gonna
get another drink!" He shoved his friend aside and stuck his
cock in my mouth.  He blew two hot shots of cum deep down my
throat.  "You love the taste, don't you, slut? Tell me!
Fucking tell me!"

"I love drinking cum!" I said. "I love cum in my mouth!"

The tattooed guy staggered off and leaned against the
rowboat next to the other man I had satisfied.

"Don't let that little cunt go to waste," Flagman said. "Go
get it!"

They flipped me over on all fours again, and my pussy was
filled with the bearded man's nice eight-inch dick.  I loved
taking this cock from behind.  Flagman knelt in front of my
face. "You want to suck my dick, Julie?"

"Don't you want to fuck me?" I asked.

"Don't worry, I have plans for you," he assured me.  I
looked at his hard cock.  It was about nine inches and
thick, but not painfully so like the doorman's.  It was
beautiful actually.  I never knew how perfect a man's penis
could be. I wondered about his plans for me.  I took him in
my mouth, giving him the best blow job I could.

I was going crazy with these two cocks fucking me.  Our
rhythm got faster and faster.  The guy in my pussy spanked
me, and I let out a loud moan of pleasure.  "You like rough,
bitch?  I'm good like that."  He spanked me repeatedly, each
time a bit harder.  Flagman reached down and pinched the
nipples of my swinging breasts while he fucked my face with
his amazing shaft.  I felt my pussy clinch; I was going to
cum again!  I moaned, "Mmmm!"  The guy fucking my pussy got
terribly excited, swearing and spanking me.  "I'm cumming in
your tight hole, slut!  I know you love this!"  I felt his
cock jolt and thrust as he squirted hot cum in my throbbing
hole.  As he pulled out of my slick pussy, he gave my ass a
final hard slap.  I winced and groaned.

Flagman took his penis out of my mouth and slapped it
playfully against my face.  "You want me now?" he asked.

"God yes."

He helped me to my feet and walked me over to the rowboat.
"Bend over like you did before."  I did as I was told.
"Yeah, get that ass up, Julie."  He rubbed the head of his
cock up and down the lips of my slippery pussy.  "Watch
this," he said to his friends, who gathered around us.  He
got his thumb wet with my juices, then began rubbing it
around my anus.  I began to clinch, but he spanked me. "Hold
still, cunt."  He worked his thumb in and out of my asshole
while he fucked my pussy.  I felt my pussy get wetter and
warmer as he stimulated both my holes.  "Check it out," he
said to our audience.

He slid his dripping rod from my pussy and laid the hot
thick head against my tight anus. "You ready to get that ass
broken into, Julie?"

And I was.  I wanted to give him anything he wanted.  "Yes.
Fuck me anyway you want. I'm ready for you."  This brought
much laughter and discussion from our viewers.

He eased the head of his slick cock into my ass.  My
breathing became heavy.  I felt an uncomfortable burning in
my ass.  I tried to relax and control my breathing, while I
sobbed.  His cock slid in deeper.  He was about halfway in,
and I couldn't take it.  I was in pain, but I desperately
wanted it inside of me.  I held my breath, arched my back,
and pushed my ass hard into his cock until I felt his thighs
slap against my cheeks.  I screamed. "Ouch, ouch! Now fuck
it; fuck my ass!" I cried.  The men cheered at my unexpected
aggressiveness.

"She's fucking you back-with her ass!" one pointed out.

"Yeah, she love the cock," said flagman.  We threw our
bodies together and got ourselves into a fast, steady
rhythm.  I looked over my shoulder as he fucked my ass. His
hot body glistened with sweat.  I scanned the room at the
others; their mouths open in disbelief.  I surprised myself
at how well my ass took it and how I actually enjoyed it. 
"You're gonna get me now, Julie. You're gonna take my load
in this tight ass."

"Do it, baby. Cum in my ass," I purred.

He pulled my hips into him as he slammed that penis as far
as it could go.  I loved how his cock pulsed as he filled my
asshole with cum.  We held our bodies close for a moment
before he slowly took his rod out of me.  I quivered as I
felt it slide from my aching anus.  When he left me I
started to stand upright before the doorman shoved me back
into position.

"Now you didn't think I'd be satisfied with just a blow job
did you?"  After fucking my still wet pussy for a few
moments, he plunged his fat cock hard into my ass.  "No!" I
cried.  He held my hips tightly, forcing me to take it.

"But I thought you liked it up the ass, slut," he said
laughing.  The other men chuckled at my pain.  The doorman
cruelly gave my ass a workout.  I said nothing, trying to
relax.  After a few minutes, my hot asshole began to loosen.
 I fucked him back out of spite.  "You want to fuck my ass? 
Fuck it then!  Fuck it like a man!"  I screamed, smashing my
ass against his hips.  Once I got going, he didn't last
long.

"What?  You want to see what I got, you dumb bitch?  You
ready for this?"

"Go ahead and give it to me, dick!"  He suddenly broke from
me, and ripped me down to my knees by my ponytail.  He stuck
his smelly cock in my mouth a few times.  Then the pulled it
out.

"Open your mouth up wide for it, cunt!" he demanded, tugging
hard at my hair.  With his other hand he jerked himself off.
 Even after all the action I just had, I couldn't imagine
that one man could cum so much.  He blew all over my face
and breasts.  When he finished, he eased his penis back in
my mouth.  "Good girl," he said. " You suck on that for
awhile."  He then took his cock out and slapped it across my
face.

I collapsed to my sore ass, leaning my body against the
rowboat.  I watched the men put their clothes back on, and
listened to them talk about what a slut I was.  "Damn, I
thought she'd be fun, but I didn't think she'd be such a
whore," one said.  While the others filed out, flagman
stood, looking down on me.  "Here, Julie," he said, taking
off his bandana and tossing it to me.  "Clean that pretty
face up."  I starred at his gorgeous head of curly black
hair.  He smiled at me, pulled the string to put out the
light, and followed after his friends.  I used my new gift
to wipe the sticky sperm from my face and chest, then got
dressed in the dark.  I wadded up the bandana, and tucked it
into my tights.  When I got back to my dorm, I woke up my
roommate. "Wow, Julie, you're dedicated! How far did you
go?" she asked.

I thought of telling her about how I took on four men-not
boys, but men.  I was proud of myself.  But, I knew she
wouldn't understand.  "It was such a beautiful night, I made
it a long workout," I said.  The next day, I skipped my
classes and practice. (I was far too sore to even think
about running.)   Later that week, I was training with some
other members of the team.  We passed by a parked red car.
Its hood was open, and young men in jeans and T-shirts stood
in front of it.  The men stood up to look at us; I
recognized the smirking faces staring at me.  My face became
flush and my heart pounded.  Please don't recognize me, I
thought.  "Yo!  It's Julie!" one called playfully. "Hey,
girl get back here!"

"You know those guys, Julie?" my friend, Pam, asked, as we
continued down the street.

"Yeah.  They're friends of friends," I said.  "They're not
as bad as they look."  After few more strides, I said I had
to go back because I lent one of them a book that I needed.
This statement produced odd looks from my friends.  But
before I knew it I was dashing the other way.

I approached them from behind, but they didn't seem
surprised to see me.  "So you guys remember me from the
other night, huh?"  The men turned and shot big toothy
grins.

"Hey, it's Julie!" the curly topped one said, as though I
were a long-lost friend. "What's up?"

"What's your name?" I asked

"Roberto."

"Do you live near here?"

"I live in an apartment above that store right there," he
said pointing. "Stairs are on the side.  Stop by sometime;
maybe we can party again."  His friends laughed.

"Sorry, I can't" I said. "But thanks."

Two nights later, I found myself running alone on Roberto's
street.  Taking a breath and swallowing hard, I tiptoed up
his steps.  I could hear rap music coming from inside.  I
stopped myself outside his door and prayed that I wouldn't
get hurt.  Then, I knocked softly.  "Roberto? It's Julie."


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