His name was Paul. He was an ex-jock, a trackman, a sprinter, but he had decided that he would forgo the opportunity to run in college for the time �...�to study” and stuff. It was the “or stuff” that I think he had his mind on.We soon became good friends and he would occasionally go running with me as I trained for the Cross Country team. I had received an athletic scholarship for running abilities and I wanted to earn my way onto the team. I had my slowest times during my senior year and I. He moaned and moaned more as i was sucking him, he said keep going baby, suck my dick. Which i did, now my cock had gotten hard and was starting to slip out of my thong, when he started to touch it. I got off his dick and said what you doing? I figure give you a little hand job as you are doing amazing job of sucking my dick. I went back to sucking him, with a few mins he moaned a lot more and came in my mouth. He was sorry dear, i hoped that didn't bother you, i kinda lost it there as you were. Using the old hand towel she then cleaned herself up then let me wipe myself clean before we rearranged or replaced our clothing and concentrated on actually fishing. We managed to catch a number of fish whilst we fucked once more then it was time to pack up and head for home. Once home, the fish cleaned and supper was eaten the phone rang and I was invited to an old girl friend,s house to celebrate my birthday. Jo and I had enjoyed an on and off relationship for a year though we hadn,t seen. ‘Goddamnit! I should catch you more often,’ Chrysta said, panting, her body twitching. Sarah grinned, her cheeks wet with cum and she locked her lips around Chrysta’s clit, sucking for all she was worth while batting the sensitive bud furiously with her tongue. Chrysta’s body froze, her muscles locked. She made unintelligible noises as she tried to speak, her voice catching in her throat. Sarah pushed both of her thumbs inside Chrysta, one in her ass and the other up her cunt, the fingers.