marathon trio

THE DIRECTRIX MARATHONER

A Fictional Love Story of the Lives of Marie, her

Brother Michael and their Friend, Jonathan.

A Possible Movie Maker’s Outline for Meryl

Streep, Robert Redford and Robert DiNero,

Directed and Produced by Ron Howard.

By Izzy Ess de la Grande Vitesse

Participating in the tough Canadian Around-the-Bay Race of the year were a trio of good childhood friends who hadn’t seen each other for some twenty years.  Each was married and had moved out west and built their families and businesses, successfully.  All of them were now quite single.  Marie had lost her husband to lung cancer.  Jonathan lived through a painful separation and divorce two years ago and Michael lost his wife in a big supermarket and he never found her, again.  All of them had teenagers old enough to go to college in their early twenties and late teens.  Thus, they lived alone these days and took up marathons that they had run when they were younger.  Ms. Marie Marcel was still quite youthful and quite pretty.  Mr. Jonathan Macmaster was a wiry underweight young stockbroker with a smell for stocks that promised wealth.  Dr. Michael Borski was a specialist in Dermatology and didn’t work long hours like most of his own colleagues; he was muscular and stocky.  All three of them were fit and quite prepared.

All three of them were shy about their histories of growing up together quite intimately.  Marie was the oldest at 57 while Michael and their Jonathan were 55.  All the parents were deceased and old St. Matthew’s was no longer Catholic; it was converted to a United Way supported community centre and a day care centre for youngsters and elders.

The three of them were born in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada.  Marie was Michael’s older sister and they looked a bit alike.  All were Catholic and had attended the St. Matthew’s Polish Catholic Church and Catechism School on Barton Street.  The families of all of them were neighbours on St. Peter’s Avenue in the shadow of St. Matthew’s.  The parents of Marie and Michael had a swimming pool in their back yard.  The three of them were used to swimming in the nude; the parents did approve on grounds it would be beneficial for them to be quite accustomed to the bodies of the opposite sex.  Marie established herself as boss of the two boys and she’s the one who always gave commands that both the boys obeyed.  They shared all toys and gadgets which pleased the parents who were ever watchful over them.

What both sets of parents didn’t know was that Marie gave both boys all their lessons about her anatomy.  And, she was the director when it came to the anatomy of both boys who let her do what she desired to satisfy her curiosity about them.  It was Marie that did discover that boys’ penises could grow and shrink.  She also found some juices coming out of her when she let the boys explore her inner private parts.  When the parents were at work, she had intensive explorations in her room.  She was proud to be their leader and was proud of what her body represented.  She found that she had buzzing in her pelvis when she commanded both the boys to lick her private parts.  She also found that liquid would come out of both the tiny penises when she licked them.

The almost daily sessions did continue for some years, even into teenage years.  The boys were instructed to help her breasts grow large by vigourous message and licking.  She also helped the boys get bigger penises by licking them for many minutes every day.  She also felt their balls were her responsibility and rubbed them often to encourage growth.  The boys reciprocated when they found she had a tiny penis in between her lower lips.  It would enlarge with rubbing and get soft if left alone.

With maturity and pubic hair, the trio found that intimate massage created feelings that were very pleasant and sometimes rhapsodic.  Regularly they massaged all private parts and felt relieved of pelvic pressure and relaxed.  Marie directed all their sexual activities.  They made a pact to be each other’s pleasure buddies for the rest of their long lives.  Both sets of parents felt that they as buddies didn’t need some other buddies and they felt quite safe about the usual hazards of teenage sexuality.  The parents complimented them on their association and made special activities for them to have some fun, like going altogether to a Tigercats football game or to the Canadian National Exhibition in Toronto.

The three old friends had prepaid for rooms at the old Royal Lancaster Hotel, downtown on Main Street.  Transportation to and from the route around the Bay had been provided by the Marathon Association of America who also ran the famous Boston and New York events.  Each was very pleased but somewhat trepidatious.  They postponed all conversations about their own experiences but they had a lot to say about their adult lives and families.  They found they really liked each other but by unspoken signals, they avoided the big subject on their minds.

Ms. Marie Marcel, Mr. Jonathan Macmaster and Dr. Michael pooled their money and requested the Royal Honeymoon Suite in the penthouse of the hotel, twenty stories up.  They introduced themselves to the desk clerk as siblings that hadn’t seen each other for some twenty years.  The clerk was skeptical but kept her cool and reserved the honeymoon suite for all three of them, promising to move all their belongings to the new location while they were running the race.  There were banners up in the lobby saying, “Welcome Marathoners!”  They were promised special keys for their own elevator which would open right into their suite.

On the day of the race, a Saturday in May, the three of them were entered in the seniors’ class of over 50 years of age.  They would run the race together, as was the policy for participating seniors.  Each had a number to attach to the front of his or her running outfits.  Marie was 1059, while Michael and Jonathan wore 4111 and 4275.  Their starting times were the same: 7:45 am.  Marie wore pink and purple colours.  Jon wore black and grey and Michael wore blue and green.  All had Nike Runners made especially for each of them.  All had advertising sponsors which included Nike, Firestone and Ford, WestJet Airlines, Safeway and Hudson’s Bay Company.  CBC-TV, CITY-TV and TVO were there as well as a local station, CHCH-TV.  The Prime Minister of Canada was there with his family, as was the Premier of Ontario and the Mayor of Hamilton.  Several former winners were there to present the trophies and other prizes, including cash, to the winners and runners up.  Paul Gross and Jim Carey, Cher and Meg Ryan, Alex Trebeck and Diana Krall were there for the Entertainment Contingent, scheduled to be present for the big awards dinner the next day, Sunday afternoon.  Pancakes and spaghetti were the most common orders for breakfast at the Royal Lancaster before the race.  Bottled water was everywhere.

The day was perfect.  The sun was out and the sky was cloudless.  The toughest part of the race was the Hamilton Mountain part which represented a climb of 150 feet above the level of the Bay.  Coming down would be considered easier but all the runners recognized that this required some special skills to keep from falling and losing one’s balance.  The organizers had done an excellent job with barriers and water stations.  Everything was clearly marked and planned.  Marie’s time of just under three hours was good enough for third overall in her class while Michael and Jonathan placed over two hundred, each.  Marie would be awarded a yellow ribbon and a small amount of cash, if she attended the afternoon award ceremonies on Sunday at the Royal Lancaster.

The Honeymoon Suite was ready for them when they returned exhausted from the race.  Without a thought, they stripped right down and headed for the lavish bathroom and the showers.  They soaped each other and dried each other off.  All were smiling but not a word was said until Marie used her commanding voice to say, “Michael and Jonathan, its inspection time!  Now, lie down on the bed on your back with your knees up and your toes pointed straight ahead.  And, not a word until I say it’s OK to talk!  Now, go!”  Play acting or not, the men obeyed and lay upon the bed, knees up and toes pointed straight ahead.  Marie looked stern as she approached the bed.  She stopped to check her luggage and retrieved a leather belt with a sizeable brass buckle.  She brandished this as if threatening to use it unless inspection was successful.  She fondled all four balls of both the men and stroked their penises.  The response was brisk.  She licked the heads of both the penises and said, “Hmm, there’s no juice to suck up.  I want some juice!”  The men obeyed and started phlagellation.  Michael grunted as he pointed down and Marie quickly put his penis in her mouth and took the load of semen into her throat.  She barely finished swallowing when Jonathan did indicate that he was coming, so she quickly switched to take the load from him.  Marie then smiled and said, “Not bad for two old farts!  Not bad.”  The boys laughed heartily and sat up on the bed.  She sat between them and put her arms around their shoulders with a very loving gesture.  Marie then cupped her ample breasts and said, “Whaddya think my feathered friends?  Are these big enough for both of you?  Would you like to check them out?”  Michael checked out the left breast and Jonathan checked out the right.  They rubbed the large brown nipples and got them hard.  Then they licked the nipples and Maria began to moan.  “I taught you guys well, didn’t I?  Let’s make this a participating democracy.  What’s your pleasure, Mike?  What would you like, Jon?”

“This feels different, Marie.  We’re used to taking orders, not giving them,” said Jonathan.  Mike said, “I’d prefer that you go back to giving us our orders and we’ll obey you, just like when we were teenagers.  Whaddya say?”  Marie shrugged her pretty shoulders and became serious again.  She returned to her commanding voice and barked, “Mike, my darling brother, check out my private parts and lick my tiny penis until it grows a bit and starts to throb!”  She lay on her back and spread her lovely, muscular legs and lifted up her knees.  Michael bent his head down and took a look at Marie’s much more mature set of private parts.  He found her clitoris and started tonguing it with great effect on Marie.  She moaned and grunted and she started squirting out some hot and sticky juices.  Jon kissed her passionately on her upper lips as she started gasping and then had a spasm of delight.  She giggled and remarked, “Brother Mike, you learned your stuff just as I taught you.  You’re really good at licking my clitoris.  Please continue!”  She whispered to Jonathan, “Could you please lick my nipples and such on my breasts?”

“Michael, you’re a devil!  Stop!  I can hardly stand to be so excited.  It’s been a long time, eh?  Jon, get off my breasts and take a breather.  I need to relax a bit.”  Marie lay back and spread her arms.  Michael and Jonathan lay right beside her and put their heads on Marie’s outstretched arms.  She cuddled them and closed her eyes.  The men closed their eyes.  The three of them relaxed and fell asleep, contentedly.

The telephone chimed, “O Canada!”  Marie pushed the men aside and leaned over to answer the phone.  It was an automated message, “It’s 6:03 pm.  You have 27 minutes to get ready for dinner being served in the Commonwealth Room on the mezzanine.  Press 5 if you wish to order ahead.  The menu is in the Hotel folder on your desk, near the balcony French doors.”  Maria made an executive decision.  She pressed 0 and then asked the clerk how to get room service.  Then she hung up and picked up the phone again, pressing 6.  She ordered the three suppers with cream of mushroom soup, baked ham and French fries, asparagus and carrots, coffee and apple pie, ala mode.  She also added a bottle of chilled champagne.  Delivery was promised for 6:45 pm.  Each of the trio retrieved a Hotel’s terrycloth robe with the distinctive crests embroidered on the beast pockets.  The delivery by three waiters in tuxedoes was prompt and efficient.

During supper, the trio of old friends discussed their families and glowed about their highly intelligent, highly talented children, now all at highly rated and highly expensive Universities and Colleges.  All three allowed their robes to open and without command, they just let the robes fall off their shoulders.  They finished off the champagne and ordered another bottle which was delivered promptly.  Michael did the honours and uncorked it with a pop and gush of bubbly.  He remarked, “You know, sis, I really like your ample breasts.  Did you have some help in growing them so large?”  Marie just smiled and said, “You can help yourself to my breasts, anytime my darling brother.  You too Jon.  Just help yourselves.”  The men walked around the table and fondled Marie’s big uplifted breasts.  “They’re really real, eh?” said brother Mike as he explored the depth of his sister’s right breast.  “Yup!” was Marie’s reply.  “No one is going to modify these babies.  They’re too important to me, as is.”  Jon was exploring Marie’s left breast.  “Yup,” he confirmed.  “These are real, alright!”  Marie’s nipples had hardened and the little bumps around them were popping up.  “You guys keep that up and I’ll have to do something to cure those growths you’re getting down below.”

She grabbed the growing erections and messaged them, simultaneously.  “OK, you guys, I’m ready for the big show that we never did when we were young.  I’ve dreamt about this eventuality for years even when I was married to someone else.  I never conceived that a Marathon would bring us back together, again.  I command you both to fuck me and make up for some lost time!”  She led them by their erections to the bed and commanded them to lie upon it.  She put her brother, Mike, on his back in the middle of the bed and then she mounted him.  She was already very lubricated and she slid down his erection up to the hilt.  “Ah, Mike, we should have done this long ago!”  The directrix commanded Jon to mount her from behind.  She bent over Mike to get her derriere up where he could see her puckered entrance.  Jon, now quite excited, mounted Marie and gently pushed his long erection into his director’s back door.  He could feel her squeeze him and he could feel his friend’s erection coming from the front of her.  “Wow, meine Kommandant!  What’s my next move?”  Marie was smiling as he told him to lean forward and grasp her breasts to be securely attached to her.  He did and felt his erection getting bigger and going in further than before.

“OK my darling friends, its time to rock and roll!”  In perfect rhythm, the three of them began to rock and roll and found the friction excellent.  Marie exploded first and kept on getting spasm after spasm while the men clenched shut their eyes and gave Marie a double dose of semen.  The moaning and the grunting was sublime.  Marie saluted them and said, “Your first test has been passed successfully.  Now dismount and pay attention to my tiny penis.  It’s just aching for attention.”  Jon withdrew his softening erection and he reached around Marie and massaged her throbbing little penis as she had more spasms.  Mike slide out from under her and helped his friend massage Marie.  Then he turned around and slid his head toward her private parts and started licking her clitoris.  Marie just squealed and had a series of renewed spasms, some tremendously enchanting her.  Finally, she yelled, “OK, you guys, I need a rest.  Perhaps I can do something while I’m resting like just sucking on your penises and bringing back to life my precious weapons.  You first, my brother.  I’d like to do you first as a sibling right of passage.”

Marie was lying on her back.  Her brother put his knees besides her chest and lay his penis between her ample breasts.  She used her hands to cup his penis and encouraged him to push his weapon back and forth.  Michael developed his erection straight away.  “I think you’re ready, brother Mike.  Bring her weapon to my mouth and I will do the rest.”  Maria took her brothers penis deep within her throat and tongued it quite deliciously.  Michael exploded, once again and gave his sister all that she had wanted.  She swallowed everything and asked for more from Jon.  She serviced Jon just like she had her brother.  Jon delivered all he had to her and she enjoyed the extra dessert, tremendously.  “Rest time, guys!  I need to rest a while.”  She spread her arms out and gathered both her men to her shapely body and they hugged her tenderly.  Each man had a breast to fondle.  Marie enjoyed the great attention and she closed her eyes, languidly.  The men closed their eyes and soon they fell asleep.

Marie and her men never made it to the award affair the following afternoon.  Jon and Michael followed all her great commands for pleasures and intimacies that they’d initiated a long time ago.  The re-union was much better than their triumphs at the Marathon.  Marie awarded both her men with creativity and enthusiasm.  Jon and Michael awarded her by following her orders with love and fondness for their female friend and sister.  The obedience felt natural and the commanding felt just right.  They called the desk and extended their stay in The Royal Lancaster’s Honeymoon Penthouse and ordered up all their food and drink for a fortnight of activity which thrilled them all.

Reluctantly, they parted company while pledging to participate in this and other Marathons.  And, so it was, in New York, Hamilton and Boston, they re-united for a fortnight, never tiring of each other’s company.  They enjoyed the Manhattan Ritz in New York City, the Irish Grand in Boston and, of course, the Royal Lancaster in Hamilton.  In each, they were able to reserve, well in advance, the Penthouse Suite for two weeks.  This incidentally included time to run the Marathon and get it out of the way so that they could stay at the Hotels for the fortnight, in the room without interruption except for room service deliveries.  The hotel staff was always discreet and asked no questions for these three big spenders.

The directrix, Marie, remained enthusiastic up until her death at age 65 due to widespread ovarian cancer.  The men, Michael and Jonathan attended the memorial and funeral in Edmonton, Alberta.  They each eulogized their friend and sister with moving tributes to her love and understanding.  Jon and Mike lived into their 90’s, still running one or two Marathons a year.  They got together once or twice a year, in addition to the time they spent at Marathons, to talk about how much they missed Marie.  Jon achieved a second place for seniors and Mike once won, in Hamilton, in the class for seniors over 80.  They prayed that Marie, their fond directrix, was at peace in Heaven and that her Spirit was watching over them and still directing them.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Wetland, Kanata

September 28, 2013