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"Running in the Rain"
   by Dancing Sprite


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 semi-darkness, 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 clothes, 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 clothes
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 clothes 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 clothes 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.


                        -- The End --


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