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This story was written for Chris13131415 as part of my 2018 Alphabet Challenge. It contains masturbatory and shared sexual acts involving consenting adults, a female and an intersex male. <3

R is for Racing!

"Do we have time?"

Jill giggled as Kurt approached her with a rosy blush upon his features, the doe trembling in excitement while they both looked around at the dozen or so other people milling around the outer edge of the go-kart track.

"A-absolutely not. I mean, you heard the instructor. If we needed to use the restroom, we should have done it before we put on our race gear."

The lithe deer had come so far since first expressing her desires to Kurt. She had turned from a rather shy, if secretly very sexual woman to someone more bold and shameless than the leopard himself many times over. Thus as Kurt sighed and shrugged, seemingly resigning himself to the fact that they wouldn't be able to play the fun little game they'd had planned during this day trip to a local kart racing track, Jill was grinning. Grinning with the kind of mischievous glow that should have cued Kurt in immediately to the fact that as far as she was concerned, they were still going ahead precisely as planned.

Turning slightly, shifting position relative to Kurt so that she was facing away from the track and its occupants, Jill winked at the male before her as from one of the deep pockets of the racing coveralls that the track had provided for them she plucked an object. A small, ovular, egg shaped plastic bulb with a thin wire leading out of one end, a small battery base unit present some two feet later. Kurt's eyes widened, and he stiffened up as he watched Jill lick her lips as she tested the egg vibrator, twisting the power unit's dial and feeling it buzz violently into life within her hand. She stepped closer to the leopard with the toy still buzzing, and rose up on the tips of her hoofed feet in order to whisper playfully into his ear.

"Tell me if someone's coming."

A moment later, Kurt's eyes bulged as he felt a hand upon the zipper of his race suit. He gasped and blushed as he felt Jill unzipping him from neck right down to the front of his crotch, and the leopard fought back a fevered mewling when without hesitation or any attempt to power down the device in her free hand, Jill reached down the front of the trunk style underwear he was wearing beneath the suit itself, and slipped the buzzing egg between his soft lips, directly over his swollen clit, before pressing it with two fingers up and into the depths of his pussy. Kurt's toes curled. His hips arched desperately forward, and even after slapping a hand across his own mouth he still grunted desperately as with people standing and chatting just a handful of metres away by the outside edge of the kart track he felt his body erupt with intense pleasurable sensations. He shuddered and moaned as Jill wiggled and worked the egg vibe into him deep enough for it to stay put, and moaned feverishly as mere seconds later she withdrew her fingers to leave the toy buried inside, tucked its control unit into the side of his trunks, and promptly began to zip up his suit all over again like nothing whatsoever was amiss.

Stepping back from Kurt soon after to admire her handiwork, Jill giggled as the leopard stood with his legs slightly spread in a gait that would have seemed quite unnatural to someone who didn't know what was transpiring deep inside the most intimate reaches of his body. She watched as he twitched and shuddered in obvious pleasure, and only after maybe twenty or thirty seconds of just standing there and letting Kurt squirm and gasp at the uncontrollable pleasure surging through him did the doe take one of his hands in hers and gently lead the stumbling, gasping male around in a small circle until she was standing where he had been positioned, and vice versa. Releasing his hand once more, Jill reached back into the same pocket of her own race suit, and giggled as Kurt's eyes widened. She nodded, and as a longing, deliriously excited whimper escaped the leopard's lips Jill drew forth a second, identical egg vibe. She turned it on to the same high powered setting as the one now humming and stimulating within the depths of Kurt's body, and handed it to the leopard now bashfully looking around and over his shoulder once more.

"I did you. N-now... you do me. If someone comes over, I'll tell you, and you'll zip me back up."

Without giving Kurt time to react, Jill reached up and began to unzip her own bodysuit. Immediately Kurt's eyes widened, and he groaned softly as he saw Jill's chest come into view, bare and uncovered by even a scrap of fabric below the race suit itself. His eyes followed the zipper and admired the beautiful soft golden fur being rendered visible just above it, until finally with a breathy moan he saw what he had hoped he might see as soon as Jill revealed her modest but utterly bare, perfectly formed chest. She wasn't wearing underwear, and thus as the zipper reached its limit at the base of the race suit's crotch, Kurt was granted the absolutely beautiful view of her nude and neatly trimmed pussy in all its glory, right there at the edge of the kart track with voices and the footsteps of people milling all around them.

"H-hurry..."

Jill murmured to him, spreading her legs a little wider apart and pulling the suit a little more open to show off more of her body. She didn't sound worried though, she didn't sound embarrassed or scared of being caught, at least not just that. She sounded excited. Turned on. Quite honestly, she sounded like she was desperate to have the buzzing toy in Kurt's hand buried between her legs. Thus, with his hand shaking and his own eyes peering nervously around even as Jill kept watch herself, the leopard reached between the doe's eagerly quivering thighs and did just as she had done to him a few short minutes ago. With two fingers he pressed the vibrating egg up inside of her, and with no underwear into which to tuck the control panel he simply slid it down the inside of one of her suit's legs. After that, he knew he should have immediately zipped her up. He knew as they stood there trembling and moaning together that he should have stopped staring at her beautiful pleasure stricken body exposing itself so publicly to him. But, he couldn't resist. She looked so gorgeous, and as she quaked and squirmed on the spot thanks to the vibrator's constant action now buried inside of her, she seemed more desperate and needy than ever for yet more pleasure. Pleasure that he, in that moment, was all too capable of providing.

Kurt's hand, fingers already dampened where he had slipped the vibrator inside of Jill, slipped forward once more. He blushed and grinned as the doe gave a desperately happy whimper, and caressed the soft, downy fluff upon her crotch before sliding those two wet fingers back between her legs, and grazing against her tiny but perfectly formed, stiffened and swollen clitoris.

"Alright folks!"

A loud voice called out from worryingly close by, and a pair of gloved hands clapped themselves roughly together. Both their hearts lurched, and Jill barely held back a strangled sob of lust and frustration as Kurt's hand dragged itself away from her clit and began to hurriedly, shakily re-fasten the zipper of her race suit. Seconds later he stepped away from the now once more clothed doe, and they turned side by side, hand in trembling, sticky-fingered hand to face the source of the sound. The individual running the session, an athletic looking otter with her hair tied back in a tight ponytail, gestured for the two of them to approach her alongside the rest of the group. They gathered around, and listened as she began to give them the final run down of the session about to take place. The rules, the safety features in place for their protection, and of course an opportunity for them to ask any questions they might have had about the track, the karts or anything else relevant to the day ahead.

Kurt and Jill listened, or at least they tried their best to look like they were listening. Really though as they stood side by side, hand in hand amidst that group of people, all they were doing was fighting not to be noticed. Not to let anyone else see how their thighs trembled, how their breathing was increasingly ragged no matter how they tried to calm it. All they wanted was for this little group meeting to be over, so that they could get to their karts and race. So that they could make a reality of the fantasy that had brought them here in the first place. Of racing one another not to see who was faster or who had the better control of the go-karts, but a far more pressing, far more exciting contest of wit and skill alike.

To see who could race the fastest and the longest whilst being constantly pleasured and stimulated by a vibrator, without losing control and crashing under the potent thrall of their own bodies' stimulation.

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They made it through the talk without being caught, without anyone asking why they were squirming around or noticing the slight, deep buzzing noise that seemed to be emanating from both the doe and the leopard alike. They made it into their karts, and soon both Kurt and Jill were pulling out onto the track, keeping things slow like the rest of the group with a couple of warm up laps. They panted and blushed as their bodies reacted to the vibrators within them, but now that they were both wearing full head helmets to keep themselves safe, there was no risk of their facial expressions giving them away. Pleasure surged through them both as they rounded each bend of the track, heavy rubber matted and tire-cushioned walls on both sides ensuring that if they did crash it would be with minimal impact to themselves or anyone else. Their pussies ached and throbbed under the constant buzz of stimulation, but they found it surprisingly easy to keep their minds focused on the acceleration, braking and steering of the simplistic but powerful vehicles under their control. At least, at first.

Soon, the warm ups were over.

Soon they were driving for real, racing for real. Pushing themselves faster and faster around the track, forcing their minds to react quicker, their bodies to respond more urgently with instinctive reactions in order to climb the leader-board of lap times that flashed up on a board each time they passed by the start/finish line. Their hearts raced in their chests, their bodies ran rife with potent adrenaline, and all the while as the toys buried inside their pussies kept on buzzing and stimulating them, they found it harder and harder to balance the desire to race with the desire for satisfaction. The more they focused their minds upon their karts, the less they could enjoy the pleasure surging through them. But the more they sought to delight in the lewd thrill of darting around tight corners and pushing to top speed on the track's long straights while their bodies quaked in pleasure, the harder it was for both Jill and Kurt to maintain that rapid pace while still keeping control.

Then, on around their fifth or sixth lap of the course as Jill put her foot down hard upon the accelerator, something happened. Something about the way she was sitting and the way her leg moved as she pushed down upon the gas made the toy shift slightly inside of her. Just a little, but just enough to suddenly, sharply bring the buzzing vibrator to bear against her g-spot. Her eyes bulged, and she nearly failed to make a corner as the intense pleasure proved almost too much for her to bear while maintaining focus on the track. Her wheels barely missed the track's outer limits, and within the helmet wrapped around her head she let slip a strangled cry of ecstasy. She kept on driving, kept her foot down and struggled to hold the car steady as her body shook violently under the newly intensified stimulation crashing over it. With a whimper of pleasure she rounded another corner, and with a muffled cry of bliss she darted over the start-finish line, just overtaking Kurt's best time despite the slight slip up on that prior corner.

Within his own kart, Kurt was undergoing a similar problem for entirely different reasons. For Jill the problem was too much pleasure too fast, for Kurt it was that his body craved more. He found himself rocking in the seat of his go-kart, humping against the seat in which he was at rest, his crotch pressed up against the slightly raised middle of the seat and his clit aching as if he rocked and rubbed himself against it in just the right way, a surge of stimulation would crash through him. He wanted to keep on racing, he wanted to push his kart faster so that he could come out not just in front of Jill but on top of the time sheet overall. But more than that, more than almost anything in the world right now... what Kurt really wanted was to cum.

Again and again Kurt and Jill rounded the track, the doe shuddering and writhing as she was helplessly driven to the brink by her own toy while the leopard forced himself into an ever more frenzied state with his own rocking. They remained on the track, but their driving grew obviously more sloppy with countless near misses as their minds remained deliciously distracted by the pleasure coursing through them. Neither one of them knew how they were going to keep from crashing when the moment came, and that single thought consumed them both as those orgasms drew ever more rapidly near. They gasped and whimpered within their vehicles as they fought to keep them simply pointed in the right direction, adrenaline pushing them to drive faster and faster even as they knew that they should slow down. Fingers clutched harder and harder at the steering wheels of their karts, skin taut and white with the forcible effort of their grip beneath the two needy friends' lush fur. Jill's buttocks lifted off her seat, crotch humping at the air as the devastating assault on her g-spot grew too much to bear. Kurt mewled and whimpered into his helmet as he bounced and jiggled upon his seat, the kart's whole suspension shifting and creaking as he sought to drive himself over the looming edge of sweet, unbearable ecstasy. They were going to crash. There was no denying it. No stopping it. They were going to cum, and they were going to crash headlong into the barriers as soon as they did so!

A loud horn blared as somewhere on the far side of the circuit, they heard the thud of a car against tyres. A voice rang out over the loudspeaker, the voice of the otter in charge of the session.

"Car off track. Car off track. Please stop your vehicles and remain seated within them until I give the all clear."

Behind two separate helmets, two pairs of eyes bulged. Two muzzles grunted in sweet relief and gratitude to lady luck, and as both Kurt and Jill slammed on the brakes of their own karts and screeched to a halt, that final jolt of stimulation was all that either one of them needed.

They shuddered. They shook. They clung to their steering wheels and fought not to scream as simultaneously, though unaware of their dear friend's similarly orgasmic state, they both began to cum long and hard. Juices flowed. Pussy clenched and squeezed. Wave after wave of intense stimulation crashed over them as the vibrators inside of them continued to buzz merrily away. For almost a solid minute they writhed and grunted and revelled in the overwhelming thrill of their bodies losing control, surrounded by strangers, cumming openly and publicly, yet hidden entirely from view as they did so.

And then...

"Okay folks!"

The voice rang out over the loudspeaker once more.

"Track's clear. Let's have another couple of warm up laps to get the heat back in your tyres, and then we're good to go for another three quarters of an hour."

Jill's eyes widened as the toy inside of her kept on buzzing against her g-spot, and Kurt shuddered as he too felt the vibrator working inside of him continuing to hum intensely against his now exceptionally sensitive inner workings.

Three quarters of an hour more?

All this. All that they had felt, all the pleasure and impossible intensity... and they'd only used up a quarter of their drive time?

They whimpered. They groaned.

They began to drive once more, and fought to simply keep their eyes from glazing over as they both tried to figure out how the hell they were going to handle this intense stimulation for another forty five minutes. The first orgasm had taken fifteen minutes to strike at them, but now that their bodies were so worked up and tender, the second wasn't going to take nearly as long to strike. Nor would the third, or the fourth, or...

"O-oh god..."

Jill whimpered within her helmet as she barely completed one more lap before she felt her body beginning to respond, to rise rapidly towards orgasm all over again under the irresistible assault of the vibrator inside of her. This had started as a challenge to see who was the better racer, and who of them could better handle the pressures of driving while effectively masturbating at the same time. Now though, the race wasn't against Kurt, nor was his against her.

Now it was a race against time, and a race against their own overwhelmed, over-stimulated bodies which as much as both the deer and leopard were desperate to win... they also were kind of desperate to feel themselves lose, too.

To lose long, and to lose hard to their bodies, and the powerful toys buzzing and shaking inside of them.

By Jeeves

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