Kristin's Fun Run

[SoftGameHunter]

Teaser: At a nude foot race for concert tickets, Kristin flashes it all for fun and profit. But are some of her fellow competitors more interested in her than the prizes?
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Title: Kristin's Fun Run
Author: SoftGameHunter
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Another oldie goodie from the archives.
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Kristin's Fun Run

Kristin stood before the locker, already butt-naked but for her sneakers. Her conundrum was whether to keep them or not. “Kris, hurry up!” Penny said. She had kept her shoes.

“I’m thinking! Maybe I’ll take my shoes off. I get a full minute bonus that way.”

“And you step on bees and have to go slower.”

“It’s all grass,” Kristin said. “I’m going for it. No shoes!” She kicked her sneakers off and put her shoes and socks into the locker, closing and locking it with her own combination lock.

“Whew, okay,” Penny said.

She and Kristin did the clap they had practiced. “We’re not crazy! We’re not crazy! We’re not crazy! Hell yes we’re crazy!” they chanted in unison, and then ran out of the women’s locker tent to join the other competitors. All were after free tickets to the Cult of Fire concert next week, available to the top twenty finishers in each of the men’s and women’s divisions. Of course, both girls soon saw that there had to be two hundred competitors, and there seemed to be a slight edge for the women in numbers.

“Yikes!” Kristin said, seeing the competition. “How long is this race?”

“It’s a 10-k!” Penny replied. “Lots of time to get ahead.”

“Lots of time to get head?” Kristin asked. “Ew! What are you thinking?”

“Shut your mouth!” Penny exclaimed. But Kristin knew what she herself was thinking. Some head would be nice, and there was plenty of swinging sausage to give it. Of course everyone was racing for the tickets, so she’d probably have to wait until she got home to stroke it till she broke it. They joined the crowd, trying to inch their way to the front. Which everyone was trying, so no one got forward at all.

“Hey, everybody, ladies and gents, babes and dudes, wenches and studs!” said the DJ on the loudspeaker. “Welcome to the WKBAaa-pproximation of Radio Nude Fun Run for Freedom! That’s freedom to rock! That’s freedom to roll! And that’s freedom to run in the nude for concert tickets to the Cult of Fire North American Head Injury Tour! This is a fun run reminder to all our naked runners that you can run, and you can hide, but you can’t win tickets unless you get to the starting line right now. We are running for the cure to no-music in two, that’s right, two minutes from now!”

“And what a wonderful moment now is,” the other DJ said. “I’m Troutman Johnson and my creepy friend who rides my coattails is BJ Moore, or More BJs as his frat brothers once knew him. We’re looking out at a sea of competitors, and if you’re one of those competitors hearing my voice, you are all looking fine and good and are a reminder that metalheads are the healthiest BMI of any demographic in the Western World.”

“We’re going to be starting in just a moment, so let’s remember the rules, and there are no rules! No, there are rules, and each of the first twenty sausages and first twenty tacos to cross the finish line six miles away will each get a pair of free tickets. Audience verbal encouragement is highly encouraged, and runners be sure not to approach the tape too close or you might get more encouragement than you expected. But seriously, folks, hands off the runners.”

“Now BJ, the finish line is right behind the starting line because our brave ticket-seekers will be running in circles! That’s right, two laps around the paced off course will constitute the full fun nude run, fun for runners, fun for watchers, and lots of fun for advertisers, so let’s get one final word in from Tri-Aid Sports Drink, the triple refresher, before we hear that starter pistol.”

Kristin breathed heavy. She’d never done this, and couldn’t believe she was doing it now. To put herself out there, showing off her 35-Cs and her long blonde hair, with carpet totally matching the drapes, it was a sensational thrill like she’d never thought possible. There had to be thousands of spectators, and no one even pretended they could ban cell phones or cameras. “Time to become an internet star,” she said to Penny.

“At least an internet participant,” Penny said. “We’ll be one in a million.”

“Well I am one in a million,” Kristin said. She smiled and waved to the crowds already at the starting line. “So let’s enjoy it.”

“And we’re back at the nudie fun run for freedom. Gentlemen, start your engines. And ladies, you are our engines. And the countdown clock they gave us is getting perilously close to zero, so let’s join with our clock friend and say five, four, three, two, one, start running!” The starter pistol went off, and the mass of naked flesh, with eighty-seven women and sixty-eight men, lurched forward en masse.

Kristin tried to get ahead, but until the mob thinned out she wouldn’t have a chance. Nor was this one of the fancy races with electronic bracelets to mark everyone’s exact time across the line. Her only identification was the magic-marker number 41 on her chest. Penny had 40. They both agreed to run independently, but if only one of them won tickets they would share with each other. It meant Penny standing up her boyfriend, but Kristin was newly single and didn’t care.

It was a great day for a totally nude run, with cool grass under her feet, a cool breeze across her entire body, and clouds overhead keeping the sun away from her smooth white skin. Unless it rained, which she wouldn’t mind too much, it would be a great run. She smiled and waved at the crowds as she ran, blowing kisses, but trying to get ahead. The mass of runners did spread out, as the faster runners sifted forward and the slower ones falling back. Kristin ran along the outer tape, just out of reach of the hands of the leeries and grabbies, wiggling her butt for them, conscious of every phone camera pointed her way. Fuck the concert, she thought, she just wanted to do an extra lap of the race. Flaunting what they couldn’t touch was the most fun she’d had in years.

As Kristin rounded a bend, she found herself next to a guy who was clearly having an even better time than most of his competitors. “Hey there, big guy!” she said teasingly. “Looks like little big guy is going to beat you to the finish line!”

“Quit it!” he snapped, clearly embarrassed.

“What if I just grab my girls, like this,” she said, cupping her tits with her hands, rubbing her thumbs over her own nipples. “See? They’re going to beat me to the tape easy.” She laughed and ran forward. As an avid jogger, Kristin expected a good shot at winning tickets. Even a random pick gave her almost one in four. Now she left Mr. Erection panting behind her as she wiggled her ass on her way forward.

The mass was thinned out well, and Kristin did seem to be in the leading portion. Not winning, though up ahead Penny seemed to be close to the leader pack. But in good shape. She ran close to the tape, letting the occasional naughty hand slap across her right breast or her thigh, and a few of them were clearly trying for a crotch grab. She grinned and laughed, wiggling side to side to keep them guessing. But she drifted back away from the tape for the left turns.

Now she was about halfway around the first loop, a quarter of the way through the run. The ground was a bit wet, and she started watching the grass for mud or standing water. But she still got nice and close to the tape. “Hiya all of you!” she said to the audience, just inches away from her naked body. But then, without warning, the woman runner ahead of her slipped and fell. She tried to make a hard left around her, since there was no room between the woman and the tape. Instead she collided with someone and took a big tumble into wet grass and standing water. Worse, a bunch of runners behind her came down too.

As Kristin was laughing and trying to get to her feet, she suddenly felt someone holding onto her from behind. “Hey, careful there,” she said to whoever it was. But then, her eyes opened wide as she felt the familiar sensation of a cock head pressing at her pussy, doggy style. “Hey! Whoa! Stop that!” she said. But it slid into her. She was wet and horny from the run, and now her love tunnel had no resistance at all. Someone behind her was actually fucking her while the runners tried to get back in the race, with the largest mass of runners coming up fast, swarming around her and him, whoever he was. He went fast, thrusting with a cock that was big, fat, and already raging stiff from the beginning. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes were like saucers as she tried to slide out from under him. She was aware of cameras going off, but wasn’t sure they knew what they were recording. His frenzied pistoning came to a rapid finish as the densest part of the running mob overtook them on either side. She felt hot cum filling her womb. Then he pulled out and gave her a friendly slap on the ass.

“Thanks, babe,” he said, using her hips to push himself back to standing. He jumped over her to continue on, giving Kristin just a view of his hairy retreating ass as he joined the runners. Kristin knelt in the mud in shock for just a moment. Then she burst up to her feet and took off at a sprint. Winning tickets no longer mattered. Finding that guy mattered. The audacity of fucking her right on the race track. No, it was rape, she thought, wasn’t it? But that seemed too harsh. Or was it? She never gave him permission. And he probably cost her her shot at tickets. But her cunt was wetter than ever, and not just from the cum leaking out, shaken loose by her running strides.

Soon she realized it wasn’t just her that could notice it. A few at first, and then more spectators were pointing at her crotch and her thighs. She got a look down and saw that not only was Mr. Sausage-Sharer’s semen a vibrant white rather than a milkier shade, but the muddy water on her legs allowed it to stay beaded up as it flowed from her pussy.

“Ah crap!” she cried, wiping it off her legs with her hand. Now her hand was full of sticky cum, though. She tried to flick it off, but cum doesn’t shake off that easily and she got rid of very little. She rubbed her hands, trying to spread it out or dry it out or whatever it took to hide the mess. Then she saw that more was leaking out and down her legs.

She ran hard, not worrying about her pacing, but there were so many male asses to come up behind, and no more than half could be disqualified by their shade or hair volume. Each time she passed a possibility, she stared at the man’s cock. Some of them smiled at her, and others were cross. Most just ignored it, not realizing that sex in the middle of a 10-k was actually possible.

“Hey!” she said when she reached one guy. “Weren’t you hard a while ago? I was joking with you about it.”

“Was that joking?” he asked. “I didn’t notice.”

“What happened to Mr. Stiffy?” she demanded.

“I’m running a race. I guess it went away,” he said. “Or got satisfied somehow. Lots of good pussy around here, you know.”

“You did it, didn’t you!” she accused him.

“Lady, just let me run,” he said, moving off to the side and speeding up. Now Kristin was getting winded from her sprint and fell back, but she took a few minutes of slower running and then worked her way forward. She tried to clean herself of the last of the cum flowing out her slit. They passed the starting line, marking the halfway point. Kristin was well behind, so she ran harder, trying to decide what to do. To win the tickets, or try to find her obnoxious rapist. She was confident it was him, the guy with the hard-on she’d teased earlier. His replies were just too cute. Oh, she was going to get him. Somehow she would get him good.

But she had to catch him, and falling behind plus getting fucked right on the grass had made her legs wobbly and uncertain. She ran for all she was worth, but could neither catch back up nor win the tickets. She finished well back in the pack, and her minute bonus for running barefoot, one of only a handful of runners to do so, wasn’t enough to put her ahead. She was bummed out when she found Penny.

“I won tickets! I won tickets!” Penny yelled, bounding over. “I got eighth place. I got tickets.”

“Cool. Good run,” Kristin said. “I took a bit of a tumble. Didn’t quite make, um, the time, what are you looking at?”

Penny was staring at Kristin’s crotch. She looked down and saw a little more cum seeping out. “That’s semen!” Penny shouted.

“Not so fucking loud!” Kristin cried, seeing dozens of people around her turning to look.

“How did you get laid during a 10-k? Holy shit, Kristin!”

“Hey you two!” Both girls turned to see their friend Marla, who hadn’t run and wouldn’t consider it unless Polka or Country & Western tickets were on the line.

“Hey Marla,” Penny said. “Hey, you know what Kristin did somehow?”

“I can guess,” Marla said, holding out her smartphone. Both girls looked and saw it was the spectator photo gallery for the race event. She had it queued up for a bunch of shots of Kristin, kneeling in the muddy grass, a man behind her doing her doggie-style, his face mostly obscured by the focus on Kristin, or unseen as he faced up or away. Kristin flipped through them in turn, dismayed to find not only dozens of her having anonymous sex in the grass while hundreds of bare legs and asses and crotches swarmed around her, but in not a single one of the pictures did her face display any sign of distress. At most she registered surprise. At worst, for her argument, she was in ecstatic joy. Picture after picture showed her practically cumming in the race path. And in truth, he had gotten her crazy hot and bothered without letting her finish up. She was still flushed, she realized, and horny as all get out.

“Oh my god, this is horrible!” she cried. “That guy just came down behind me and nailed me. I’m not a slut! A tease, sure. Oh shit, what if mom and dad see this?”

“Hey,” they all turned and saw a fully dressed man coming up to them. Kristin gasped and pointed her finger accusingly.

“You!” she cried. “What the fuck!” Penny and Marla were fighting to see if his face was the one in the series of pictures.

“Hey, I’m sorry I was cross with you back there. You know, distractions and all.”

“That’s not, I mean, how dare you?”

“Anyway, I got twentieth in the men’s division,” he said. “Two tickets to Cult of Fire. And to show you there’s no hard feelings on my part, how about I take you with me. What do you say?”

“What do I say! Well, you, I, you, okay,” she finally said.

“I’m Trevor,” he said.

“Kristin.”

“I’ll call you, Kristin. Here, let me get your number.” He took out his phone, and she saw him close out a bunch of pictures of her fucked in the grass before opening a new contact page. She punched in her name and phone number.”

“I don’t have my phone on me,” she said, sounding colossally stupid, since she was still completely naked. She’d been looking through porn pics of herself while he was showering and getting dressed in the temporary trailers.

“I’ll call, don’t you worry. Kristin. Ladies.” He winked and walked away.

“Um, did I just…?” Kristin asked.

“Yes!” Penny and Marla said in happy unison.

“I must be out of my mind,” Kristin said.

“That happens when you get your brains fucked out for an audience!” Penny chirped. Kristin slapped her arm in response.

“Let’s go get cleaned up,” she said. “I’ve had enough being dirty for now.”

“Save it up for concert night,” Penny said, dodging Kristin’s next retaliatory blow. Kristin staggered into the temporary women’s shower, wondering just what she’d gotten herself into. And she smiled.

[Shocker]

Short and sweet.