Running down the street

I looked back to see thousands of women's head bobbing up and down as they ran toward me. I faced forward again to run never bothering to cover myself since I needed the speed. It was useless to think I could out run these well trained ladies. Each time I glanced back they were closer. I turned my head both ways and saw people lined up to watch the marathon. I had no escape.

It was not long before I was clearly in their sights and yet they kept coming toward me. Soon, I could hear there footfalls and then I hated to turn around anymore. I gritted my teeth as I saw women come up along side and pass me. They had small sexy butts in tight shorts. My dick was flapping as I ran and I noticed many women look down at me and watch it slapping my belly. Some looked with concerned faces while other smiled and kept going.

Then I felt a hand slap my butt. I turned to see a smiling women with clevage showing as it bounced near me. She kept going because she was in better shape for running than me. I was surrounded by women with tanned legs and bouncing breasts. My dick felt a surge of blood engorging it to hardness. It did not help that more hands slapped my butt. I felt the sting since they were not going easy on me. It was like this was my punishment for exposing myself.

My butt was getting sore and I glanced back to see it was growing red. I felt more hands slap my butt checks and usually the women would smirk or smile as they moved past me. I had nowhere to go but forward.

A group of eight women in various stages of thirty had on cheerleader outfits as they came up beside me on either side as well as in front and behind. I was swallowed by cheerleaders. The large breasted brunette on my right looked down at my dick and spoke up.

"Nice day for a run, isn't it?"

"Yeah," I said because I couldn't think of anything else.

"I guess you're dressed for the hot weather were going to have today, right?"

"Right."

"Looks good," she said.

They moved on but not before a few cheerleaders slapped my sore butt. Next, I saw a group of ladies had made a long car out of boxes and had their heads and shoulders inside while they waved to me fromt he cut out windows. They passed by and then I noticed something ahead. A man in a dark uniform stood looking in my direction as women ran around him. His badge glinted in the sun and I knew he was there to arrest me. I panicked. More hands slapped my sore butt as I tried to think of what to do. People were thick along the sidewalks. Then I saw something that gave me an idea.