'Running' A Marathon

This was Mariah's first marathon but, like those on the line with her, she was sure it was going to be memorable, although, unlike many of the others around her, positioned on the line ready for their mark, she was not a professional but, she demurred slightly, a talented amateur. She had her own reasons for taking part in the marathon this year, the biggest being the rule change.

TV audiences and spectators around the world agreed that marathons were becoming boring, parse, just not worth doing. Apart from those with a chance of winning, there was no reason to participate. That was until the Paris marathon had come up with what turned out to be a winning idea. Thirteen miles in, halfway through the race, each runner would need to either reach or cause someone else to reach orgasm before they could continue.

Despite reservations, it had been agreed, and the organisers and authorities had prepared half of the prostitutes in Paris, and it was fair to say it had been a humongous success. The television rights had been sold to a subscription service and uptake was feverish, so much so that marathons the world over had followed its example, but where Paris had purely used prostitutes, the London marathon had received applications for volunteers, from people who either wanted to help in some way or just enjoy a whole lot of sex.

Mariah, who was bent over a table ready and waiting for the first runner, her bottom half bare but her top half covered in the cool April day, didn't quite fit into either category, but she was still ready and willing. At five foot four and about sixty kilos, she knew she didn't stand out physically but with her long brown hair, light brown skin and a bit of a bubble butt, hopefully the guys would be interested enough. They didn't have to know she was pushing thirty.

Due to the variety of runners, there were both men and women available to 'help' the process. The thirteenth mile mark was divided into areas divided for straight and gay, male and female. Mariah was in the 'Straight-- Male' area, and as she looked behind her the first runner was running up the straight. Short and slim, she guessed he was African, likely Kenyan by the top he was wearing, in red, black and green.

As the front runner, he had the pick of the crop. From his position he must have been in heaven, a variable variety of arses pointed in his direction, although Mariah had spotted that some people had chosen to give orally, which was fine if you weren't worried about a sore throat. That would also ruin her reason for having volunteered in the first place....

Reaching the group of cunts, the runner chose one of those next to Mariah, a young blonde who, no offense to the runner or the volunteer, looked to be about four times his size. She was a big lass but clearly his type, as he slipped inside her and held onto her ample bottom tightly before, a look of disbelieving ecstasy on his face, he began pounding with vigour. The blonde, who Mariah hadn't learned the name of, seemed quite happy with the attention she was getting, gasping and grunting with each thrust. Unlike Mariah, she'd opted to go topless, and she could see her breasts jiggling with each thrust.

This being a race, the runner had only been going for about a minute when he reached his climax, pounding hard into her cunt before pressing in tightly, dropping his entire load inside her with a smile.

Removing himself from within her, he slapped the blonde's ass as if in appreciation before starting to jog off again, pulling his now limp cock into his shorts as he ran, seemingly unaware of the lusting eyes of his conquest following on behind. No doubt most of the runners would be aiming for speed over pleasure.

As other runners had begun to arrive at the halfway line, Mariah began to feel anxious as, for the first time that day, she felt two hands pressed on either side of her hips. To her annoyance, she also felt a solid length trying to enter her perineum. Sighing, she brought a hand back and directed it downwards, holding it loosely as she could feel the owner trying to start thrusting without waiting for full entry or, in her case, arousal.

"Pull it out and spit on it," she commanded of him, "then try again. You're only going to waste time otherwise."

He followed her instructions and, within ten seconds felt a much more lubed appendage start to part her lips. Being her first of the day and there was some pressure within the first few inches but as he began to slide further in, Mariah was content he wasn't going to be stretching her out. From the immediate noises he was making she doubted he was going to take very long anyway.

As predicted, she felt his thrusting change about thirty seconds in, followed by the inevitable sensation of cum hitting her walls, and then by the less pleasurable sensation of cold air as he swiftly removed himself from within her. Watching him go, she saw he was pale, wearing number 486. She hoped to remember all of the numbers who fucked her, but as someone elses hands grabbed her only moments later she wasn't sure if she was going to manage.

Already lubricated as she was by someone's cum, this runner slid in more easily, yet it was clear that he was much larger, and she had to grip the table as he began to slide in, although he stopped as soon as he realised.

"Do you need me to slow down?" He asked politely, a deep voice reverberating in her ears.

"No," she grunted, taking the time to reposition herself slightly, "I'll be okay, but thanks for asking."

"All good ma'am," he replied before, more carefully, returning to fucking her.

Maybe he was being a gentleman by not going to full force, but he took almost two minutes before his inevitable release, and left Mariah on the very edge of an orgasm.

"Thank you, ma'am," he said politely before leaving, "I appreciate your help today."

"No problem," she'd gasped in response, "come back anytime."

Looking up at him, she'd been surprised to see a runner akin to the very first, slim, short and black. From his deep rumbling voice she'd assumed he'd be much bigger, and she hadn't meant his cock.

She barely remembered '1530' before the next one moved in. And for the next hour or so she barely had a break.

About ten guys in, Mariah's legs were beginning to give way and to her dismay not because she'd had an earth-shattering orgasm. Since runner number two she'd been so close for so long, but the constant pace change was ruining her enjoyment.

'Not,' she reminded herself, 'that that was why she was here.'

As the guy finished, although on her ass this time for a change, she stood up abruptly before the next guy could move in. Already she could feel the cum dripping down her legs.

"I'm turning over," she stated to the tall, quite muscly guy waiting with his cock out. Picking up the blanket provided but so far unneeded from under the surface, she laid it down flat, doubling it up for comfort before sitting on the edge. Lifting her legs, the guy took the hint, holding them up with his tree trunk arms. Christ, if his muscles got any bigger the guy would surely be too big to run properly.

As he entered her slick hole, she sighed happily, more from her new-found comfort than how amazing his dick was, but it seemed to spur him on as he sped up his thrusting. Again, she felt her body react but once more before she could finish, her body tingling from anticipation, muscleman grunted and she felt the familiar sensation as his cum splattered within her.

And that was how it stayed for a good while. When one was done the next would take their place almost immediately and, she had to admit, eventually all of the cocks just blended into one, although a couple did finish on her body rather than inside her. It became so monotonous that remembering the numbers quickly stopped mattering.

One fellow even had a condom on, prepared before the race, but while she appreciated the thought, one out of around twenty-five probably wasn't going to make too much of a difference. If she'd had her god damn way, he'd have taken the rubber off and made her cum instead. The worst part was that the blonde next to her who'd fucked the first racer had been moaning and screaming for most of the hour. What was she getting that Mariah wasn't?

After about an hour, while the race continued around them, Mariah was informed by a steward that she had fulfilled her time and that, when the guy currently pounding her was finished, she could go and clean up. A mixture of relief and frustration raced across her body as, while the current guy was decent-looking enough, he just wasn't getting her over the edge and with a roar as he released his load across her stomach, it turned out he didn't have the staying power to last anyway.

With a sigh, lying there feeling the liquid dry on her body, she turned her head to look at her blonde neighbour. It was clear she appeared close to reaching orgasm once more, her eyes shut and her body shaking as she remained bent over the table. As Mariah sat up, she finally saw that the blonde had a hand between her legs. Fuck. The clever bitch had been playing with herself the whole time.

She stayed watching, letting some feeling back into her legs as the guy behind the blonde closed his eyes and opened his mouth like a goldfish as he pushed as deep inside her neighbour as possible. When he had removed himself and left, she stood up and smiled, her eyes a little cross-eyed as she tried to stand up without support, no doubt her heavy tits putting her off balance. She smiled at Mariah as she realised someone was watching,

"Whoever thought of adding fucking to marathons deserves a knighthood," she told her with a grin, "I must have cum about ten times. What about you, love?"

"Well, I didn't," she admitted, "I got close, but it was nice to help the runners."

The blonde looked at her as if she'd shat in a swimming pool.

"What?" She gasped, "all those cocks and not one orgasm? Oh, you poor thing. Right," she grinned, rubbing her hands together, "let's see what we can do about that."

"What do you... oh..."

Mariah had tried to ask what she'd meant by her statement, but as the blonde had immediately knelt between her legs and began gently fingering her cunt, her tongue beginning to lap at her clit.

Aware that the cum of over twenty men was no doubt mixed in with saliva and sweat, Mariah quickly forgot all that as her body reacted to the tender but insistent attention shown to her. It wasn't long until her body, already close to the edge, finally found it's way off completely.

"Oh God," she cried, her back arching and legs clamping as she finally reached an intense, heady climax, "god yes!"

Her saviour didn't stop until she finally relaxed her body, and looking up, Mariah saw the blonde grinning at her between her legs, her chin covered in a whiteish mess.

"Feel better, love?"

"Christ yes," she groaned, "that was worth the hours wait, thank you so damn much. Do you want me to..."

"No love," the blonde smiled, "I've had my fill. Although if you don't mind, I wouldn't mind a hand walking to the loos..."

Mariah found herself just as wobbly as the blonde when she stood, but they found their way to the bathrooms, giggling and laughing as they talked, the blonde's real name Suzy, she was a single girl who lived out at Battersea and had got fed up of all the fuckboys and girls who made promises they never kept, and were mostly crap in bed anyway.

"I'm tempted to look that first lad up though," she nudged Mariah as they queued up for the washrooms, "not my usual type, but if he chose me out of all the ladies, then maybe there's something about me he likes."

Reaching the bathroom, they were separated into different cubicles. As she washed, Mariah finally realised how sore her groin felt, tender as the soap and water rinsed her clean.

'But,' she thought to herself, a little smile as she checked her phone, 'it'll all be worth it in the end."

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With the tube packed with all the supporters, it took Mariah over an hour to get home, but when she opened the door, she smiled happily.

"Honey!" Her wife came up to her, kissing her passionately. "I'm so proud of you. I'm so sorry that you had to go through that..."

"It was either this or pay thousands of pounds we don't have for another round of IVF," Mariah chuckled, her arms wrapped around her lover, "and as the gold-star lesbian within the relationship, it was only fair I took one for the team."

"I saw the video," her wife's smile dropped as she thought of it, "You definitely took more than one for the team."

"Yes, I did," Mariah agreed, "so if you don't mind I'm going for a bath. Alone sorry. I need to soothe."

"I'll start running it, and I'll add the fancy bubbles." Already dashing up the stairs, her wife looked back at her, her eyes wet. "You know that I truly, really appreciate this, don't you?"

"Then if it all works out, in nine months you can do the night feeds."

Watching her lover, wife, and soulmate bounce up the stairs, Mariah sighed happily, hope within hope that she wouldn't need to go through it again in twelve months.

"Although," she murmured to herself, "maybe next time we can both volunteer, but for the lesbians."