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Archive name: blockrun.txt (f+F FF, nc, hum)
Authors name: Orestes W (orestes007@hotmail.com)
Story title : Block Run

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Block Run (f+F FF, nc, hum)
by Orestes W (orestes007@hotmail.com) 
ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Orestes

***

This isn't such a big story. It's not like the other 
stories I see posted here, with all the details that I 
would be too embarrassed to even put down in print. 
Really, I don't really even know why I'm bothering to 
write it, except maybe as a bit of a confession. I mean, 
who else am I going to talk to about this? Not my 
husband, that's for sure. I sent some of it in an e-mail 
to an author I've been writing to, and he's been very 
understanding (thanks O). He says he's willing to post 
it if I want, and I guess that's okay so long as he 
keeps my e-mail address private. Maybe once its off my 
chest, I'll feel a better about things.


Lord knows, I don't feel so good about it right now.


So I'll write the whole thing out again (this time in 
one part), but I probably won't set the scene too well. 
I don't have much practice at writing this kind of 
thing.

When Jan and I took up jogging, we tried to keep each 
other honest. We tried to commit to an early morning 
meeting time, and force ourselves to do the whole block 
(and not cut through the park). For the first few days, 
it worked okay, but then we began to let it slide. I had 
to get my son to elementary school after the jog, and it 
was just hard to get motivated at 6 o'clock in the 
morning.

I missed a day, then Jan missed as day, and soon, we 
were only actually running about a day a week. So we 
tried something new. We began to run in the early 
afternoons, and suddenly, it became a lot easier.

It wasn't just the chill of the early morning that we 
were glad to be rid of, although there really is 
something to be said for being able to jog in running 
shorts rather than a jogging suit. There was something 
else that neither of us expected to help motivate us.

You see, the block we lived on - Jan was my next door 
neighbour - isn't far from one of the local high 
schools. As luck (and later, a little bit of planning) 
would have it, our daily run coincided with the block 
run of one of the boys gym classes.

I think we were both a little self-conscious that first 
time when we found ourselves running in front of them. I 
was a little out of shape, and by this point in the run, 
I was having trouble keeping up. I didn't need an 
audience while I huffed and puffed and fell behind Jan. 
I really expected them to pass us quickly, in one big 
pack, but instead, they slowed down and ran behind us.

Never underestimate the power of male hormones, I guess. 
It's not like either of us are models. We're not bad for 
thirty-something, and a few pounds to lose, but the way 
these guys were checking us out was more than a little 
embarrassing. Jan has bigger breasts than me, and I 
won't pretend we didn't hear them making some comments 
about it.

We didn't really discuss it, but the next day we managed 
to meet at exactly the same time, and sort of did a slow 
jog until we heard the boys coming up the block. 
Afterwards, Jan called me a tease for not wearing a bra, 
and I called her a tramp for the shorts she was wearing, 
but it was all in good fun. And like I said, we suddenly 
seemed to have no trouble motivating ourselves to get 
out and run.

As summer approached, we knew that it wouldn't be long 
before school went out, and we wouldn't have any more 
company on our runs. With Jan going away with her 
husband in June, I wondered if we would even bother to 
get back into the routine after she got back. It would 
be a shame too, because since we started running, I had 
never felt better.

I was even starting to be able to outrun Jan.

During the final week of school, the gym classes were 
sporadic... I guess because of exams. The boys were with 
us on Monday, but Tuesday and Wednesday, they were gone. 
Then on Thursday, as we began our run, I could hear a 
class coming up - and Jan gave me a little wink. I guess 
you could say that we had become a bit blatant in our 
teasing of the boys. As the first runners came up. Jan 
used the front of her T-shirt to wipe her face, nearly 
exposing herself. That always got a reaction.

Except this time, all we heard was laughter.

I turned my head to find that it wasn't a boys class 
behind us this time. With all of the exams going, they 
must have switched classes around, and now we were being 
trailed by a group of fifteen year old girls.

Suddenly, I think both of us were regretting wearing 
such skimpy running clothes. I can't say I heard 
everything that was being said by the girls, but not 
much of it was flattering.

"Move," one of the bigger girls bumped me while passing. 
Some of the other runners did the same, and I found 
myself slowing down and keeping my eyes low, hoping that 
the whole group would pass us quickly. The problem was, 
there was one pack of six or seven girls who were all 
running together and they seemed happy to continue 
harassing us.

"They're the ones, right?" I heard one of the girls ask. 
I could tell that Jan didn't understand what they were 
saying, but I could hear bits and pieces, and I figured 
out that some of the boys from school had talked about 
the way we always showed off to them.

A funny feeling came up in my stomach, and I knew right 
away that this could get worse. Not only were the girls 
taunting us now (one of them was making a sound like a 
cow), but I could tell that they were sort of building 
up more courage from each other. Another one bumped me, 
but she didn't pass. She just said, "Watch where you're 
going."

Because I didn't answer, one called me deaf, and another 
one called me a dummy. And so on.

I don't know if Jan was as scared as I was. I mean, I 
hung out with girls like this in high school. They were 
all obviously friends, and I don't care what anybody 
says, I know from experience that there's nobody 
crueller than a clique of teen aged girls. The taunts 
became more personal as we continued.

"Look at the way she shows off her fat ass," I'm not 
sure which one of us she was talking about. "I don't 
know why Paul would want to run behind her and her saggy 
old tits." I assumed that Paul was one of their 
boyfriends.

This was enough. As we came close to the park, I nudged 
Jan, and we detoured onto one of the trails. Then I 
regretted it. Instead of continuing on the road with the 
rest of the class, the pack of 6 girls followed us into 
the park.

Somehow, I think people always know when something is 
going really, really wrong. It's just this electric 
feeling in the air that put a lump in your throat, and a 
knot in your stomach. I could hear some of the girls 
laughing. They were breaking the rules for real now, and 
they seemed pretty excited by the whole scene.

"Abby..." Jan began to say, but then tripped on a tree 
root across the trail. I helped her up, and continued to 
run, but the girls were all around us now, bumping us, 
and calling us names, and laughing amongst themselves.

Jan broke into a real sprint, and left the trail, trying 
to cut back towards the street. I followed her, but I 
already knew it was useless. These girls were twenty 
years younger, and were pumped with adrenaline. It was a 
chase now. Two of the girls passed me quickly, following 
Jan into a wooded area. The others surrounded me.

Ahead, I could see the high school girls catching up 
with Jan. They bumped and jostled her the same way the 
others were doing to me. Then, one of them kicked at her 
ankle, and Jan stumbled forward. I had a hard time 
keeping my footing on the wet grass, and I knew that it 
was only a matter of time before I went down too.

Jan finally hit the muddy ground behind a patch of 
rhododendrons. The girls cheered each other, and 
descended upon her. I was running out of room to 
manoeuvre, and finally skidded to a stop just on the 
other side of the thick patch of glossy foliage.

A light rain was coming down now. It cooled my hot skin 
as I tried to catch my breath. On this side of the bush, 
it was a stalemate. I realized now that only two of the 
girls were still with me, cornering me against the 
shrub. The other four or five had joined the girls who 
had wrestled Jan into the mud beyond the bush.

I'm so ashamed. I stood there like an idiot, too afraid 
to try to make a run for it, while I could hear the 
group of girls kicking and spitting on my friend. She 
coughed and gasped and begged them to stop.

What a power trip it must have been for these teenage 
girls. Not only had they chased down a couple of adult 
women, but now they had us trapped, and Jan was at their 
feet, begging for mercy.

I already knew that no mercy was on their minds. Like I 
said before, I used to hang around with girls like this 
in high school. No, they wouldn't feel any pity. It was 
only going to get worse from here.

"You like showing off for our boyfriends, huh?"

"Yeah, you think you're such hot shit with your big 
saggy tits and your fat ass... don't you?"

Jan tried to beg, but another round of kicks and yelling 
kept her silent. I couldn't see anything from where I 
stood, on the other side of the rhododendrons. One of 
the girls who had me cornered backed up a couple of 
steps so that she could watch the amusements from around 
the corner of the bush. She was a short, athletic 
Chinese girl that I thought I heard someone call Brandi. 
She watched with wide eyes as her friends continued 
Jan's humiliations.

"Do you want to show off your ugly body for us now, 
bitch?"

"Yeah, come on." "Take off her shirt." "Show us your 
tits, old lady."

Maybe they had picked Jan for this part of the attack 
because of her large breasts, or maybe it had just been 
the way it had turned out, but I found myself feeling 
lucky that my own breasts were more modestly sized as 
the girls ripped away Jan's T-shirt, and began to abuse 
her.

"Look at how fucking flabby they are. Jesus." "What a 
pig ... listen how she squeals when I pinch her boobs." 
"Trina... you don't have to kick them... you're just 
getting mud all over the place." "I don't give a fuck, 
she's a pig... she should be a little muddy..."

(That's not word for word, but it's pretty close.)

It got really bad. I really shouldn't say much more. If 
I went into all of the little details, this would turn 
into a very nasty story. Besides, I was really on the 
other side of the bush, and all I could see was the 
Chinese girl, Brandi, watching excitedly, and another 
girl, a bit overweight, who was still doing her best to 
keep me from running.

I have to say though, from what I heard, they abused her 
ass, and even her... you know... just as much as they 
did her breasts. They kept on calling her a pig, and 
pushing her into the mud, and making her grunt and 
squeal. It was really hard to listen to.

Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, a new round 
of encouragement came from the group as one of the girls 
went a step further. I couldn't believe what I was 
hearing until Brandi said it aloud to the heavy girl who 
couldn't see the action, "Oh, man... Amy's pissing on 
her... right on her face."

I don't know what was holding me there. Brandi was 
distracted. I could probably get past the other girl. I 
guess I was just afraid that the whole group would chase 
me. Yeah, I guess I was just plain chicken. I really 
felt like I was failing Jan. She was probably counting 
on me to get help.

And it really wasn't that far. There was a row of houses 
just beyond the park perimeter, but I here I was, scared 
of a nervous teenaged girl, who was beginning to look 
just as frightened as I was.

The girls took turns. That wasn't all they did to her. 
They continued to abuse her body, and call her filthy 
names. Worst of all... and I hesitate to even mention 
it... some of the girls forced her to lick them. The 
other girls cheered them on. Brandi squirmed in her gym 
shorts while her friends had their fun. She even began 
to rub herself through them as the scene progressed.

The only one who seemed nervous was the overweight girl 
who was keeping me in position. She watched me 
anxiously, and tried to look as intimidating as she 
could.

"The piggy is enjoying this, isn't she?" They heaped 
humiliation upon my neighbour. I knew it was all forced, 
but they made her 'admit' how much she was turned on by 
being abused by a group of teenagers, and being "put in 
her place". Through grunts, and groans, and squeals, she 
told them how much she worshipped them, and asked them 
to piss on her, and told them how she liked to lick 
them.

I think one of them even had an orgasm.

(O... is this getting too graphic? You can cut some out 
if you want.)

"Jesus, this is hot, "Brandi said to no one in 
particular, still rubbing herself through her Adidas 
shorts. Then she addressed the group. "Hey, maybe we 
should do this one too..."

My heart almost stopped. The girls were in such a 
frenzy, I didn't doubt that they'd do even worse things 
to me. Then the overweight girl spoke up. "C'mon guys, 
we're going to be in so much shit when we get back to 
class."

The way they were going, I'm surprised they even cared. 
Nonetheless, the girls decided to go. The heavy girl and 
Brandi kept me cornered there as their peers emerged, 
tucking in their T-shirts and shorts, and with mud on 
their knees and running shoes.

Mud was everywhere. The girls wiped their feet on the 
grass as they walked away, but I was soon to find that 
Jan would need a lot more cleaning up. When I came 
around the rhododendrons, I couldn't believe the scene.

She was still laying there, of course. Everywhere the 
thin grass had been worn away, leaving footprints all 
around her. The traffic was especially heavy around her 
face, where I imagined the girls had squatted above her 
while forcing her to do humiliating things with them. 
Jan's clothes were in tatters, and her body was marked 
up by the ordeal.

One detail... I didn't even want to write this, but 
Orestes told me that it figures into the plot... and 
I'll have to admit to thinking about it a lot 
afterwards... Jan was rubbing herself. The effect of it 
was absolutely lewd. I mean, I'd never seen anyone like 
this, much less my next door neighbour. She had been 
abused and pissed on... her lips were swollen from the 
beating... and all I could think about was the way she 
was rubbing herself.

And I was sure that is was just something that the girls 
had forced her to do. I mean, they made her say how much 
she enjoyed it, so this was just another way to 
humiliate her. I never heard them tell her to do it, but 
there was so much chatter, I must have missed it.

Jan was so ashamed. So was I. She made me promise not to 
tell anyone. I ran back home and got her a change of 
clothes. Then I brought her home for a shower. All the 
while, I couldn't think straight. We had to tell 
someone, didn't we ? We couldn't just keep this a 
secret.

But we did.

It was a nasty, dark, and shameful secret that only the 
two of us shared. 
It almost felt like a dream.

Jan called me five times over the weekend, but we never 
had anything to say to each other. I could just feel her 
heart pounding from across the phone line, but there 
were no words to describe the secret we were keeping. I 
couldn't get it out of my head. I replayed it again and 
again, reviewing all of the emotions I felt that day, 
especially the inappropriate ones. I tried to tell 
myself that it was natural to have been glad that it was 
Jan who ended up in the mud instead of me.

Then there was the moment just as the girls were walking 
away, and one of them lit up a smoke, and I stood there, 
waiting to go to my friend. I'd heard everything they 
had done to her, but in this moment, I'm ashamed to 
admit, there was a little bit of anticipation to see it 
with my own eyes. And the feeling I got when I found Jan 
rubbing herself. Well, I can't describe it.

Jan went away on that business trip with her husband the 
next week. I was left with this secret smouldering in my 
belly. One time, late at night, maybe Wednesday or 
Thursday, I got a phone call, but no one was on the 
other end. I got that feeling that it might have been 
Jan. I don't know.

When the following week rolled around, I was left 
wondering what was left of our friendship. Then, at the 
end of the week, she came over unexpectedly.

"Hey, did you want to go out for a jog?" she asked me 
breathlessly. "Remy can watch the kids. He's home from 
work this week."

And yes, I wanted very badly to go for a jog. I was 
surprised that Jan would even consider it.

So, a few minutes later, we were taking our familiar 
route through the neighbourhood, trying to pretend than 
nothing had happened, even though it was totally 
consuming my thoughts. Finally, I had to say something.

"Are you going to talk to anyone at the school?"

Her face flushed red. "No... I mean... it's just, well, 
it's not as if they really..."

She couldn't finish. I wasn't going to pursue it.

We rounded the corner where we normally caught up with 
the gym classes. 

Of course, it was summer now, so there would be no one 
to follow us today. But suddenly, Jan picked up the pace 
a little bit, leaving me lagging behind.

Now, I told you that I had become a better runner than 
Jan over the course of our jogging together, so it was 
no problem for me to keep up. Just as I caught up, 
though, she sped up again, keeping me another few steps 
behind. My heart was really pumping now. I knew that I 
could outrun her, so I began to push the pace too, 
forcing her to really push herself to keep ahead.

I don't know why the chase began, but neither of us 
seemed ready to call it quits. Half way down the block, 
she suddenly veered right, into the park.

I can't really explain what happened next. It was all so 
unexpected. One minute, I was chasing Jan across the 
grass, and then we sort of bumped each other, and Jan 
stumbled into one of the bushes beside the path. Then I 
was on top of her.

God, this is the hardest part of all to admit to. I 
don't know if you'll believe me when I say that I didn't 
plan this, but once I was on top of her, it just 
happened. It was such a rush of power. I felt 
exhilaration and intense shame as I found myself pinning 
her into the muddy ground.

In that moment, it all seemed so inevitable. I'd been 
playing the scene in my head so often, and even little 
variations on it. Now, I found myself re-enacting the 
dark secret we had kept for the past two weeks.

She didn't even resist me. She just accepted this most 
recent violation as if she somehow deserved it.

I won't repeat the filthy names I called her. I can't 
believe they even came from my mouth. I won't tell you 
about the awful things I made her do with her tongue 
(not even to you, O). It's bad enough that Jan and I 
know about it. I think about it all of the time now.

And since I'm not going to spill all of the details, 
that's the end of my confession. We didn't talk again 
after the incident. Less than a week later, I found out 
that Jan was moving away to relocate for her husband's 
job. I guess that was the reason for the business trip, 
although she never told me about it. They rented out the 
house next door.

I guess I've tried to bury the whole thing in my memory, 
but it's impossible. They've been gone nearly a year 
now, and I can't stop thinking about that run we took in 
the park, and the window it gave me into the darkest 
part of my sexuality.

I've been thinking about it a lot more now. Recently, 
I've been getting phone calls again late at night with 
no one on the other end. My husband wants to trace the 
calls, but I try to play it down. I guess I'm afraid 
that it'll be an out-of-state number, and then I'd know 
that it was her.

Worst of all, about two weeks ago, the renters next door 
moved out. I heard a rumour that Remy and Jan were 
moving back into the neighbourhood, but I don't know if 
it's true. I really can't stand the suspense.

That's about it, but please remember to strip my e-mail 
address from everything before you send it on.

Abby511

Comments can be forwarded to: orestes007@hotmail.com

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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