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Subject: {ASSM} RP Running in the Rain (MMF cons)
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Running in the Rain

by Dancing Sprite <dancing.sprite@gmx.net>


Denise half leaned, half collapsed against the old door. Wet from 
head to toe, she shivered in the cold gusts of wind and cursed 
herself again for ignoring the weather forecast. And the dark 
clouds on the eastern horizon when she had set out on her three-
mile run. Idiot, she chided herself, why couldn't you wait until 
tomorrow?

The downpour had started less than two minutes ago, about halfway 
through her run. At first the cool drops had felt good on her hot 
skin. Then they had gotten larger and colder, making her run 
faster, trying to reach the old barn before she was completely 
soaked. But she had lost that race. Now, with her skimpy jogging 
outfit plastered to her skin, she felt cold and miserable and 
longed to be back home, in her warm bed, with her boyfriend by 
her side, or on top of her, or . . .

"Thank God for small favors," she muttered to herself when she 
tried the knob and, to her surprise, found the door unlocked. She 
slipped in and closed the door again, briefly wondering if the 
owner would mind. Probably not.

Denise had run past this barn dozens of times, but had never 
stopped to venture inside. Hadn't even thought about what might 
be inside. When her eyes adjusted to the semidarkness, she took a 
quick inventory. Bales of hay stacked up in the back, almost 
reaching the ceiling; more bales scattered around haphazardly in 
front of the stack; a small workbench and a few tools in the 
corner to her right; loose hay scattered knee-high to her left, 
an old blanket spread out on top of it; above the blanket, one 
small window that looked like it hadn't been washed since Reagan 
was president. Not exactly the Ritz, she thought, but it's dry. 
Dry!

A drop running down her forehead, then down her nose and falling 
from the tip reminded her why she had come in in the first place. 
She shook her head vigorously and sent droplets flying in all 
directions. Once out of the cold wind, she wasn't shivering 
anymore, but her wet and clammy cloths made her feel cold to the 
bone.

She hesitated briefly, then pulled her t-shirt over her head, 
wrung the water out of it as best she could, and draped it neatly 
over a bale of hay to dry. Her tight shorts went onto another 
bale. She even placed her running shoes on a bale, although she 
doubted that the vicinity of the hay would do anything to get the 
water out of them.

A quick glance out of the window convinced her that there was 
nobody else around -- who else would be stupid enough to run in 
this kind of weather? Satisfied that she would have the barn all 
to herself, she finally slid her panties down her long, muscular 
legs and repeated the wringing ceremony one last time.

Stark naked, still wet, but not as cold anymore, she walked over 
to the blanket. Except for a few stains it appeared clean enough. 
She looked hard at the stains, but the dim light made it 
impossible to tell what they were. Spilled beer? Cum stains? Who 
cared anyway. She lay down and rolled around on the blanket until 
the coarse material had soaked up most of the moisture from her 
skin. When she came to rest on her back, she felt almost warm 
again.

After a few minutes, her thoughts went back to her boyfriend and 
what he would do with her if he could see her now. She imagined 
his hands caressing her body, his lips on hers, her tongue in his 
mouth or his tongue in hers, and involuntarily brought her hands 
up to her breasts. Small breasts for sure, barely B-size, but so 
firm she never needed to wear a bra. Never. Too bad Jimmy didn't 
pay them the attention they deserved.

What the heck, she thought, I can take care of them myself as 
long as he takes good care of my pussy. Meanwhile, her hands 
moving tenderly back and forth over her breasts had had an 
effect. Her nipples stood up proudly and poked her palms, sending 
little waves of pleasure through her body whenever she moved her 
hands. And Denise was an expert at making these waves grow, 
making each one just a little bit more intense than the one 
before it, until the final wave swept her away and made her 
explode in a powerful orgasm that left her breathless and 
exhausted.

Denise slowly, almost reluctantly, released her right breast and 
slid her hand down her flat belly until her fingers felt the 
little triangle of hair that pointed the way to her pleasure 
center. She toyed briefly with her pubic hair before she moved 
her hand farther down and ran her middle finger through the gap 
between her moist and swollen pussy lips.

She sighed softly, wishing it was her boyfriend's dick getting 
ready to penetrate her, and spread her legs wide. Her middle 
finger found the entrance and slipped right in while the palm of 
her hand came to rest lightly on her pubic mound. Responding as 
if on their own, her hips bucked up and bumped into her hand, 
sending a shock wave from her sensitive clit all through her 
pelvis.

Her hips and right hand cooperated perfectly and increased both 
the intensity and the frequency of the shock waves. Her left hand 
remained on her chest, traveling back and forth between the twin 
mounds, alternately caressing the sensitive flesh and pulling 
lightly on her fully erect nipples.

Denise felt her juices leaking out of her pussy and running down 
the crack of her ass, gathering in a wet patch on the blanket. 
Beer stains, she giggled. Not exactly the most likely explanation 
for the other stains. The thought slipped away as fast as it had 
come and she concentrated on her handiwork again. First one, then 
another finger joined the one already lodged in her pussy. Her 
hips increased their tempo, pushing her clit against the palm of 
her hand with each thrust.

Just when she felt the first tinges of an orgasm set in, she 
heard the sound of footsteps in front of the barn door. More than 
one set of feet, from the sound of it. For a moment, she 
considered scrambling back into her cloths, her panties at least, 
but she was too close to getting off to stop now. She had been 
here first; if some latecomer didn't like what she was doing, too 
bad. In any case it wouldn't be the first time that somebody 
watched her jacking off or having sex.

The thought of having a couple of strangers walk in on her pushed 
her over the edge. Her hips jerked up violently one last time, 
her hand crashed into her clit, and she screamed with pleasure 
while she collapsed on the blanket, jerking uncontrollably. She 
never heard the barn door open and was only dimly aware of human 
voices, first cursing the rain, then gasping unintelligibly, 
probably at the sight of her naked, writhing body. But dealing 
with their presence would have to wait until her orgasm subsided 
and she could think rationally again.

When Denise finally gathered enough strength to pull her fingers 
out of her pussy and open her eyes, she found herself sharing the 
barn with three men, apparently runners who had been surprised by 
the rain, just like herself. Still breathing hard, she sized them 
up quickly. The oldest one of the guys was obviously embarrassed, 
not wanting to look at her, but not knowing where else to look 
either. Probably married and faithful to his wife, she thought. 
The fool doesn't know how much fun he's missing. The other two 
looked more promising, about ten years younger than the first, 
early 20s, Denise estimated, and unable to keep their eyes off 
her body.

"Hi guys!" She smiled brightly at them. "I didn't know I had an 
audience."

"Sorry 'bout that." The senior of the group tried to return her 
smile but failed, still too embarrassed. "I wasn't . . . We 
didn't mean to . . ."

"That's okay," Denise cut him off. "I hope you enjoyed the show. 
What's your name?"

"Joe. And I'm married."

"No problem, Joe, I'm not jealous. Name's Denise." She looked at 
the other two guys and they introduced themselves as Steve and 
Andy. None of them mentioned a wife or a girlfriend.

"Pleasure to meet you guys. Why don't you take those wet cloths 
off before you catch a cold?"

Joe was dumbfounded. While he still debated with himself if he 
should strip in front of his friends and a stranger, Steve and 
Andy followed her suggestion rather enthusiastically. Within half 
a minute they were completely naked, their cloths thrown 
heedlessly on the ground and their shoes kicked after them for 
good measure.

"Come on, Joe!" Denise teased him, now sitting upright in the 
center of the blanket, her arms resting on her slightly spread 
legs. "You are not prudish, are you?"

Joe looked from Denise to Steve to Andy, all of them naked, and 
shrugged his shoulders. He stripped quickly and sat down on the 
bale of hay that was farthest from the blanket, pressing his 
thighs together to keep his swelling dick down.

"You'll dry much faster if you roll around on the blanket a 
couple of times," she suggested and moved out of the way.

Steve and Andy jumped on the makeshift bed and stretched out. 
Denise watched them roll around and was pleased to see their 
dicks getting hard.

"Won't you join us?" she asked Joe with a bit of pique in her 
voice, wondering if he really wasn't the least bit interested in 
her body.

"Thanks, I'm fine."

Denise shrugged and returned her attention to the two male bodies 
next to her. Both had sat up and faced her, openly admiring her 
physique.

"Your tits are so cute!" Steve couldn't contain himself any 
longer.

"They're called breasts, you chauvinist pig," Andy chided him in 
mock disgust.

Denise laughed out loud. "That's alright, call them tits if you 
like. That's what I call them -- unless I'm talking to my 
grandmother." She arched her back to make them stand out more 
prominently. "Want to touch them?"

"May I?" 

Steve was kneeling by her side before she had a chance to answer. 
She just smiled, let herself sink down on the blanket and folded 
her hands behind her head. Steve took that to mean Yes. He leaned 
forward and placed his hand on her belly, then moved it up in 
little circles until he reached the edge of her left breast. At 
the same time, he let his tongue dance around her right nipple, 
moving closer and closer.

"Yeah, that feels good," Denise encouraged him. She gasped when 
his lips finally closed over her nipple and his tongue caressed 
it lightly. Another gasp when he started to suck on it.

"You don't need both of them, do you?" Andy had moved in and 
pushed Steve's hand away from her breast. Steve's reply was 
unintelligible, but he did pull his hand back. Andy wasted no 
time and wrapped his lips around the just-released nipple, 
sucking and licking it alternately.

Trusting that her tits would be taken care of expertly, Steve 
decided to move on to her pussy. He let the other nipple slip out 
of his mouth, positioned himself between her legs, and pushed 
them so far apart that her pussy lips parted, revealing her erect 
clit and soaking vagina. He dove right in and licked up as much 
of her juices as he could, then spread her lips even farther with 
his thumbs and began to explore her with his tongue.

Meanwhile, Andy had taken over both of her tits as expected. He 
kissed his way from nipple to nipple and back again, leaving 
traces of his saliva all over her chest.

Denise squirmed under the assault of two tongues and four hands. 
Her continuous moans and the occasional scream of pleasure told 
the guys they were on the right track and motivated them to keep 
going.

"Fuck me now!" Denise demanded between gasps. "Steve! Andy! 
Anybody!"

Steve was in the best position to comply. He withdrew his tongue, 
swallowed the pussy juice that was in his mouth, and got ready to 
penetrate her. Holding her pussy lips apart, he placed the tip of 
his rock-hard dick at her entrance and thrust his hips forward 
until their pelvic bones collided. Denise let out another scream 
of pleasure and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in even 
deeper.

When Steve rammed his dick into her pussy, Andy gave up his 
attempt to keep his lips on her tits. The way she was thrashing 
around, it just wouldn't be possible. He stretched his back to 
work the stiffness out, then knelt down by her head and offered 
her his dick to suck on. Denise reached out and guided it into 
her mouth. She closed her lips around it and traced the sensitive 
ridge of the head with her tongue.

Andy was in heaven. Her expert tongue dancing around his dick, 
the exquisite suction, and her hand massaging the shaft and 
occasionally tickling his balls were exciting him more than 
anything he had experienced before. His gaze jumped back and 
forth between Denise's mouth with his own dick sticking in it and 
her pussy, which Steve was fucking with hard and fast strokes, 
groaning each time he thrust his hips forward. He fought the urge 
to push his dick deeper into her mouth, trying to prolong his 
pleasure as long as possible.

Watching his friend getting a blowjob right before his eyes was a 
new experience for Steve. Combined with Denise's tight pussy 
squeezing his dick, the sight of her mouth and hand working on 
Andy's dick aroused him so much that he knew he wouldn't last 
much longer.

"I'm coming!" Steve grunted when he felt his orgasm set in. He 
thrust his dick into her as far as it would go and began filling 
her pussy with his cum. With each jerk of his hips he let out a 
hoarse grunt until his load was spent and his dick deflated 
slowly. When he felt her legs slip off his back, he took his cue 
and pulled out of her. He collapsed by her side, panting heavily.

"Wow, baby, that was fantastic," was all he managed to say -- 
which didn't matter since Denise wasn't listening. She let her 
head fall back on the blanket, releasing Andy's dick from her 
mouth with an audible popping sound.

"Your turn," she panted. "Hurry up!"

Andy was delighted. When Steve had positioned himself between her 
legs, he had expected to get no more than a blowjob.

"Thanks, darling." He grinned from ear to ear while he climbed on 
top of her. Denise reached down between their bodies and guided 
his dick into her pussy, obviously not wanting to lose her 
momentum.

Andy didn't need any further encouragement. He fucked her hard 
and fast, knowing he wouldn't last long. Her oral ministrations 
had brought him close to the edge and her tight pussy, enveloping 
his dick like a velvet glove, would finish him off in no time 
flat. Denise, close to another orgasm herself, sensed his urgency 
and met each thrust of his hips with one of her own.

"Yeah! Fuck me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. She felt 
the first waves of a new orgasm radiating out from her clit. 
"Fuck me! I'm coming! Fuck me hard!"

Her wild screams robbed Andy of the last bit of self-control he 
might have mustered otherwise. He drove his dick into her to the 
hilt and flooded her pussy with his cum. Drained of all his 
strength, he barely managed to roll off her and collapsed by her 
side, both of them breathing heavily and enjoying the warm 
afterglow of their orgasms.

"I don't mean to interrupt you guys, but it's not raining 
anymore." Joe's words finally got through to them. They lifted 
their heads simultaneously and looked out of the window. He was 
right. Even a tiny patch of blue sky could be seen, although it 
would surely be swallowed by the clouds before long.

Joe and Steve had already put their wet cloths back on and were 
obviously waiting for Andy to do the same. He was in no hurry, 
though. He wrapped his arms around Denise and kissed her 
tenderly. "Thanks, babe, that was wonderful."

"And thanks to you," she said, turning around and gathering her 
jogging outfit off the hay. "Joe, I really admire your willpower. 
Ain't many guys who turn down a chance to screw me."

"Don't take it personally, Denise. I just don't cheat on my 
wife."

"You should. Occasionally. You're missing a lot of fun."

"Whatever. Come on, guys, let's finish this run before the rain 
starts again." Joe opened the door and took off, obediently 
followed by Steve and Andy, who waved their good-byes and wished 
Denise a great day.

Denise closed the door and ran in the opposite direction, eager 
to get back home and under the shower with her boyfriend. Just 
have to keep his nose away from my pussy for a while, she 
chuckled.


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