Lacy's Run: Twisted Rhythm

The house felt strangely quiet as I stepped through the doorway, the scent of bourbon clinging to the air like a guilty pleasure. Lacy was usually halfway through her afternoon run by now, a blur of spandex and determination against the backdrop of the neighborhood streets. The solitude, a welcome change from the demands of my stressful workday, allowed me to savor the first sip of my two-finger pour, contemplating the blissful relief that awaited. Then, the low hum of the treadmill, accompanied by her off-key rendition of a pop song, shattered the peace.

I followed the sound to the basement, my curiosity piqued by the sight that greeted me. Lacy was indeed on the treadmill, her petite, curvaceous frame encased in a matching set of lycra running pants and a sports bra. The way her ass jiggled rhythmically with each stride was undeniably captivating, a primal display of feminine power that sent a jolt through my system. It was a strange and thrilling juxtaposition – her focused determination battling against the undeniable allure of her physique. I found myself increasingly captivated, my cock beginning to respond to the visual stimulus. The sheer audacity of her workout, combined with her oblivious enjoyment, was strangely arousing.

As I continued towards the basement, undressing as I went, Lacy remained engrossed in her routine, humming along to her chosen playlist. The tension built as I approached, my rock-hard cock clearly visible, a silent testament to my burgeoning desire. When I finally paused and began to stroke, she glanced over her shoulder, a playful smile gracing her lips as she slowed her pace.

“Keep running,” I said, stepping up behind her, balancing precariously on the side rails. Reaching around her on either side, I grabbed the console handles, determined to add another layer to this intimate encounter. Her silky-clad ass rubbed against the head of my cock with each bouncing step, sending shivers down my spine. I moaned involuntarily, surrendering to the escalating heat. Bending my knees and pushing my hips closer, I angled my cock beneath her cheeks, feeling the gentle brush of her thighs against me as she continued her relentless pace. A surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins as I increased the speed, the vibrations intensifying the sensation. I could feel the dampness of her pants as my cock teased her outer lips, a tantalizing preview of what was to come.

With a decisive movement, I stopped the treadmill abruptly, then gently pulled back to work my pleasure. As I paused, Lacy looked back, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and a gasp escaped her lips as she felt the full force of my desire. Her hunger and longing were palpable, an invitation to explore the boundaries of our shared intimacy.

I grinned, a primal satisfaction bubbling within me, and slowly pulled back to expose my head, pressing it against her as not to cause any discomfort. We’ve been experimenting with anal play lately, indulging in shared sensations that pushed us both to the edge. Her eyes opened wide, pleading for release, and she bit her lower lip in anticipation. As I pressed my fat cock against her asshole, feeling the stretch and opening of her muscles, I maintained a delicate touch, mindful of her needs. I bounced lightly, barely entering her each time, allowing her to control the pace and intensity.

Lacy moaned low, bending over the tread mill controls as she raised the angle of her rear. I leaned down and devoured her sweet little pucker, loosening and wetting it before gently placing the head of my cock at the tightest point and waiting. Her sphincter pulsed rhythmically, a visible sign of her mounting excitement, and she pulled forward and back a tiny bit, struggling to maintain control. Then, with a final surge of effort, she took me in a little farther, pausing again to assess the situation.

The wait felt excruciating, a test of endurance, but I refused to force anything, respecting her boundaries and the delicate balance of our shared pleasure. She wanted it—what a blessing. For my part, I continued to add moisture from my mouth to our juncture, easing my passage and ensuring her comfort. I let her go at her pace, savoring the anticipation, until she was finally all the way back on my cock. The feeling was incredible, a symphony of sensations that left me breathless.

Lacy looked back, moaned, and smiled – a look of profound satisfaction and pride. I squeezed her waist in lieu of a hug, my heart overflowing with tenderness. “How does that feel?” I asked her, my voice a low rumble.

“Not too bad,” she assured me, her eyes sparkling with pleasure. “But it’s not wet and slick like my pussy, is it?”

“No,” I frowned, a sudden realization hitting me. “I wish we had some lube. It would make this experience even more intense.”

“If we just rock a little, like this…” she offered, her voice husky with desire.

Lacy began to undulate forward and back, and I followed her movements, maintaining the slightest friction between us. The tightening sensation around me was exquisite, a tantalizing blend of pleasure and restraint. As I enjoyed the incredible tightness, she reached down to rub her clit, her hands working her sensitive flesh with a deliberate, sensual touch.

“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged her, my voice thick with anticipation. “Come for me.”

With the incredible new stretching sensation, it wasn’t long before I felt Lacy’s sphincter contract rhythmically around me. There was a new wetness inside too, a welcome contrast to the dryness that had begun to build. I tentatively pulled out a bit and slid back in, each slow stroke spreading the moisture and easing my passage. She was a little looser now, too, with the relaxing effect of her orgasm building. Her eyes fluttered open, and I waited for her reaction, captivated by the raw emotion in her gaze.

“Oh, wow,” she said, her voice breathless. “How did that happen? It’s not…?” She looked a bit worried, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face.

“No, no,” I reassured her, my voice gentle. “It–it’s almost like you… like your ass came.”

Lacy resumed rubbing her pussy, her hands moving with a renewed vigor. “Let’s try. Go real slow, though. I’ll let you know if it’s not okay.”

Carefully, I withdrew and began to stroke, maintaining a deliberate pace that catered to her needs. “That’s… nice. It actually feels pretty good now.” She sounded surprised, a hint of disbelief in her tone. “A little faster?”

Over the next few minutes, I increased my pace and force, responding to her unspoken desires. Lacy asked me to drop more saliva at one point, but after that, she was all in, pushing back to meet my thrusts. I was not pounding her by any means, but I wasn’t having to be terribly gentle either.

She reached back with one hand to grab my opposite wrist, locking eyes with me. Hers were widening, and I knew she had another orgasm building. “Fuck me. Please, baby, cum in my ass,” she pleaded as her other hand worked her pussy faster. “aaAaAA—UUuuhhnnnn!”

Lacy cums violently, her knees buckling as she shakes. I wrapped my arm under her to hold her up as her juices gush from her pussy and down her legs and mine, her sphincter convulsing rapidly around me again.

It was more than I could take. My cock exploded deep in her ass, shooting hard blasts that left me weak. When I could, I slid my arms up her torso until she’s upright against my chest, her bra-clad breasts resting on my stacked forearms. My tender kisses drop onto her shoulder and neck as her head lolls drunkly to the side.

Shrinkage made withdrawal automatic, and the new slickness inside her prevented any discomfort to her well-used ass. Dripping, Lacy turns around and we hug and kiss. I shudder with an aftershock of pleasure, and her grin pulls Lacy’s lips from mine. “I think that’s something I’ll want to do again,” she tells me. “Though I think we should wait till tomorrow to talk about how often.”

I nodded against her forehead, speechless. “Give me five minutes in the bathroom?” Lacy asked. “Then I’d love it if you joined me for a soak in the tub.”

That sounded fantastic.

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