Authors note: - This is a follow on to the previous chapters of Becca XXX The Eden Project. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.
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Mack was pounding away so hard he had beads of sweat all over his body. His muscles rippled and he looked so damn sexy that I was sure virgins would have cum in their knickers just watching him going at it.
I was equally as wet and panting hard, my boobs bouncing gently in time with our rhythm.
"You look exhausted," he said breathing hard.
"No. I'm good I'm just getting my second wind," I lied. "I can keep going all morning if you like."
He laughed and wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiling with his misshapen grin due to the scar on his face.
The truth was, I was exhausted. I'd had about two hours sleep last night and it wasn't nearly enough for the energy I needed this morning.
"Drop your pace a little," he said, sounding concerned. "You don't need to come first."
"I'm sure as hell not going to come last," I joked. "Keep going."
We were four miles in and I was literally on my last legs and Mack knew it. The morning run was the last thing I needed this morning, but I had to dig deep and keep going.
I was near the back of the pack and I was determined not to finish last. Normally I'd be near the front or at least in the top ten percent, but last night's excursion and the lack of sleep had done a number on me. Mack was sticking close to help me to the finish line and it was greatly appreciated.
As we finally crossed the line back to the parade square I bent forward with my hands on my knees and puked onto the concrete.
I was fucked.
The remnants of Erica's mommy milk left my stomach and splattered my trainers as some of the others looked at me in disgust.
"Are you ok?" asked Mack.
"Fine," I spat, wiping my mouth and straightening up. "I think I ate something I shouldn't have."
I wasn't lying. I was still in a deep pit of despair about what I'd done to the pregnant girl in the underground bunker while she was knocked out. I was disgusted with myself and the fact I'd lost control of my sexual urges once again. It had happened on my first day as a therapist when I had rubbed my face into another woman's wet spot on the bed to get myself off. It had then happened with the incest siblings and again when I helped the vicar to rape Heidi. The final straw was last night when I'd sexually assaulted Erica and sucked her glorious milk filled lady lumps while fucking myself with a glass bottle.
Maybe it was the fact I was losing control or the fact I had over exerted myself that made me sick, but I needed rest and food before I did much more.
"Press up position," shouted the instructor as everyone else continued to exercise.
I joined the group feeling like death and assumed the position.
"Down, up, down, up," the instructor continued.
I was only doing half the amount as everyone else, but at least I was doing something. Mack kept an eye on me and seemed genuinely concerned for my well-being.
We completed the exercises with me struggling to breathe and still feeling like I might throw up again any second. There was nothing left in my stomach, but I still felt like retching.
The yoga stretches helped to bring my breathing back under control and I tried to clear my head with deep breaths and flowing movements. It was starting to work and I felt a little more rejuvenated after we'd finished. Yoga always bought me back down to earth both physically and mentally.
"Do you need the doctor?" asked Mack as we walked to the shower block.
That rapey mother fucker was the last person I wanted to see.
"No. I think it was something I ate or the over exertion of the run. I'll be fine after a shower and some breakfast," I replied.
He followed me into the shower block which was already filled with sweaty bodies and steam. Men and women were naked all around me, but I wasn't interested in them, which also worried me. Mack was checking me out as I peeled my soaked clothing off and threw it on the bench.
Raven arrived and greeted us both.
"Morning guys...oh my god Becca...are you ok? You look like shit!" she said in shock as I turned to face her.
"I'm fine. It's nothing a shower and some food won't sort out."
I felt very cold and my nipples were super erect and sensitive, which didn't go un-noticed by either of them.
"I was looking for somewhere to hang my towel," laughed Raven. "Your nipples look perfect for it."
"Fuck off you cheeky bitch," I laughed. "I'm fucking freezing."
"Come in the shower and warm up then," she gave me a playful wink and walked off to the shower.
I followed along like a lost puppy and stuck my head under the steaming cascade of water.
"Oooh fuck that's better," I sighed, feeling warmer already.
The run had been wet and muddy and my legs were caked in brown slop like everyone else's. The hot water ran down my naked body making my skin tingle and left a brown puddle which slowly dissipated as I washed myself. I stood under the shower for what seemed like ages just enjoying the warmth and comfort of such a simple act. My nipples returned back to their normal size and I looked over to see Mack and Raven washing their amazingly fit bodies.
Raven was showing off to me, washing herself in a seductive manner. She cupped and caressed her gorgeous tits while she soaped them up and threw her head back like a slut, letting out a long-satisfied moan.
"Mmmmm, I felt so dirty earlier. I definitely needed a wash," she teased, giving it a double meaning.
Mack was enjoying the show and was semi-hard watching her performance.
Her soapy hands went lower and she rubbed between her legs to wash her sweaty pussy. She spread her legs slightly and opened her lips to make sure she got into all the nooks and crannies. Her pussy lips were fat and smooth, but she obviously wanted them a little smoother.
"Can you pass me a razor Mack?" she asked nodding at the shower shelf.
"Err...sure..." he stammered.
He picked up a bright pink razor and threw it in her direction. His aim was poor, but her reactions were extremely fast and she caught it mid-air before it hit the floor in front of her.
"You throw like a fucking girl," she mocked him.
"Sorry my hand slipped, it's all soapy," he said making an excuse.
She just gave him a look that said 'yeah sure they are'.
She lifted her leg and placed it on the tiled wall so she could get better access to her beautiful undercarriage. She proceeded to shave her outer labia carefully in upward strokes, occasionally washing the razor under the shower to remove the stubble.
"It grows back so quickly," she said. "I wish we had a waxing salon on site."
She shaved the other side and even went behind to blindly shave her asshole. She finished off making sure her mound and clitoral area were silky smooth and then passed the razor back to Mack.
"Thanks," she said, looking down and feeling her vulva to check she hadn't missed any stubble.
"You're welcome."
"Mmmmm, fuck that's better. Smooth as a babies butt," she laughed.
Normally I'd have used her flirting as an excuse to have a feel of her pussy, but I was too exhausted.
I switched off the shower and started to dry myself back in the changing room. Mack was now fully erect and I watched it bounce and bob as he walked over to join me. Raven followed on behind him giving us a both a slutty grin. She glanced down at Mack's cock and giggled.
"Was it something I said?" she laughed.
"You're such a fucking tease Raven," he said, making no excuses for his aroused state.
