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Introduction: Mark founds the Naked Jogging Club to make jogging fun. And he has a lot of fun. The Devils Pact
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The Devils Pact Side Story: Jogging Club

Day One, Monday, June 10, 2013: Anastasia
Notes: Takes place during Chapter 10.

It was six AM when I slipped out of the house for my morning jog, alone. My husband was still asleep, snoring like a lumberjack sawing wood. I wish Stan would join me, I would bug him to go jogging, to stay in shape, and he would, for a few days. And then his excuse would crop up. I didnt get a good night sleep, Stan would say. Or, Sorry, Ana, my knees hurting. And for a few weeks I would drop the subject, and then start nagging him all over again and wed start the cycle all over. It wasnt fair. Stan expect me to keep in good shape, the least he could do was return the favor.

Age was starting to catch up to Stan. He just turned thirty-one, and his metabolism was losing the war against the junk food I know he eats at work. He didnt get any junk food at home, only all natural, organic food was allowed in the house, but I knew he was cheating on my wholesome cooking with junk food behind my back. He lied, but Stan was such a bad liar I could see right through him. Particularly, when his lips tasted of Cheetos.

Well, it was better that he cheated on me with food than with one of those hussies at his work.

Which is why I was out jogging in my pink, Lycra tanktop and my black leggings. My Babushka always told me, My little kotyonok, men are dogs, always sniffing at asses. So make sure your ass is better than any woman around your husband. Then, he will never stray. My mom would always frown at my Babushka, but me and my cousins would just giggle at her earthy wisdom. And my ass looked very nice in my tight leggings I was proud to say.

My earbuds in, and my iPod loaded with Taylor Swift and Sharon Crow, Beyonce and Rihanna, I jogged down Mountain View Court, the street our house was on, out onto Shaw Road, and turned left. From here I would jog up to 39th Avenue, cross Shaw Road and jog down to Pierce College. I would circle the campus and head for home.

The sun was rising beautifully over Mount Rainier as I made my return, jogging on 39th Avenue as I approached Shaw Road. I reached the intersection, hitting the crosswalk button and waited for the light to change. I could hear cars honking as they drove by over the soulful dulcet of Rihannas Unfaithful. The light turned green and got halfway across the road when I saw what they were honking at.

I froze in the middle of Shaw Road. I couldnt be seeing that?

There, jogging down Shaw Road was a naked man.

He was about my age, late twenties, a little overweight, his fat jiggling as he jogged, and there, flopping between his legs, was a half-hard cock and a pair of balls. Bouncing up and down, side to side, like the trunk of an elephant. There was a naked man jogging down the road, I thought in disbelief. What is going on? I caught a hungry look in his blue eyes as he grew closer and closer. He was staring at me, his eyes running up and down my body. Fear shivered through me, ice water filled my veins.

What do I do? Panic gripped my mind. What do you do when a man is jogging naked at you? I reached for my phone, patting the non-existent pockets of my legging. Panic shivered across my skin, my hairs standing up. I didnt have my phone. My jogging outfit was too tight for a phone. And it was such a nice neighborhood, I never felt in danger jogging. Until now. Idiot!

He was closer, reaching the light. A car honked. The light had turned red while I stood frozen in the crosswalk, holding up traffic. He was getting closer and closer, reaching the crosswalk, his blue eyes fixed on me. Oh God, what do I do? He started crossing the road, maybe ten feet away. My feet started moving on their own as I saw his mouth open, yelling something. I couldnt hear what he said over the pulsing beat of Rihanna.

I had to get away. My black hair whipping behind me as I ran.

I glanced back and he was chasing after me, crossing Shaw Road, his cock bouncing about. Oh God, it was harder, poking straight at me, straight at my sex. He was getting excited. I could see his mouth opening, he was yelling something at me, but I still couldnt hear him over my iPod, over Rihanna. My heart pounded, adrenaline was coursing through my body as I stretched out my legs and really started to run.

The song ended.

Stop! A single word, barely heard, in the brief silence between songs.

And I stopped, nearly falling over from my sudden halt, the rubber soles of my shoes squeaking as they slid on the sidewalk. What the hell? Dont stop, stupid legs! Move! Get Moving! I glanced behind me and he was closer, breathing hard, his fleshy body flushed with exertion. His cock was hard, the head red and angry, rising out out of a forest of brown hair. More hair covered his flabby chest and stomach. Lust shined in his blue eyes. Run! Oh, please legs! Run! My heart was hammering in my chest. He was going to hurt me, rape me! God, he was going to rape me!

I screamed as loud as I could, Help! Rape!

The naked man was so close now, walking the last few feet with a confident swagger. He reached out and pulled out my earbuds. Damn iPods, he muttered, breathing heavily. Whats your…name? Then grabbed his knees, struggling to catch his breath. Sweat gleamed on his naked body, and I could smell his exertion.

Anastasia Milburn, I answered. God, his voice was so intense. It seemed to reach into me, touching my soul. How could I resist such a voice. You couldnt. The voice just had to be obeyed.

Well, Anastasia, Im Mark and Im the founder of the Naked Jogging Club. His blue eyes roamed my body, a leer on his face. He stretched his back, arms on his side and drew in a deep breath, his cock thrusting obscenely out at me, hard and angry. Oh, please dont rape me! And you are the perfect candidate to be the first recruit. So, from now on, youre part of my club, okay.

Sure, I said. How could I say no to the man. Relief flooded through me. He didnt want to rape me, he just wanted me to join his club. Then I realized what I agreed to and flushed. Does that mean I have to… I couldnt bring myself to say it.

His grin broadened, became almost like a boys. Yep. So start stripping.

Before I even realized it, I was peeling my Lycra top off, exposing my white sports bra. Mark grabbed my top, freeing me to reach behind my back and find the clasps to my sports bra. I fumbled with the clasp, feeling nervous about exposing myself. Cars were driving by us, honking their horns, yelling obscene things. My breasts were free and to my horror, my nipples were hard as rocks. I moved to cover my small breasts, 32Bs, but Mark grabbed my arm.

Hmm, those are some nice tits, he murmured, reaching out to touch me. I flinched away. You want me to touch you, his words vibrated in my soul. You want me to fuck you. Youre getting wet just thinking about it. So, just let me do what I want to you. You want to be my jogging slut, right Anastasia?

I could feel my panties getting damp with desire. I glanced down at his hard cock. Imaging how it would feel pushing into my cunt, filling me up. Whats wrong with you, Ana. Youre married. You shouldnt be thinking that, hoping for it. But God, it would feel amazing. He looked a little bigger than Stan. I knelt down, telling myself it was just to untie my shoes so I could get my leggings off. It was just a coincidence that I was getting a good eyeful of his cock and balls.

Up close, his cock was big and powerful, twitching with his heartbeat. I dont know why I had been so scared of you, I thought. His cock will feel amazing as he thrust it inside me. There was a drop of clear liquid beading at the tiny slit at the crown of his dick. I licked my lips, part of me wanting to stick out my tongue and taste Marks pre-cum, to suck his dick into my mouth and bob my head. Get a grip, Ana, youre on a busy street. I finished untying my shoes and stood up.

I peeled off my tight leggings and my powder blue panties in one motion, exposing my naked body to the entire world. I bent down, making sure Mark could see my ass and pussy and my bush getting matted with my excitement. I wanted Marks cock, God help me. I wanted it so bad. I wouldnt object if he took me right here.

Your pussy hairs blonde, Mark blinked. You dye your hair black?

I nodded. I dont like being blonde, I said. Everyone thinks youre a bimbo.

Mark laughed. So many women would kill to be blonde and you go and dye your hair.

I smiled, pulling on my shoes.

All right, Mark said, staring lustfully at me as I retied my jogging shoes. Head home, and Ill follow. I want to stare at the ass. Its so nice and tight.

I could feel his hungry eyes the entire jog back to my house. I put a roll to my ass, as sexy a sway as I could manage while jogging. My small breasts bounced uncomfortably and I missed wearing the sports bra clutched in my right hand. But Mark wanted me naked, and there was a certain freedom in showing my assets, especially my tight ass, off to the world.

My Babushka was right, men loved sniffing at another womans ass. Men will come sniffing at your ass, my little kotyonok, and that can be much fun. There had been such a wicked smile on her wrinkled, old face when she told my cousins and I that and we all tittered at her naughty intimation. Well, Stan, you didnt want to come jogging, and now another mans come sniffing at my ass. And I was going to have some fun, I thought with a wicked smile.

Soon, I reveled in every car honking, every lewd shout. All these people were just jealous that they didnt have the courage to be as free as us. My elation faded, however, when the flashing lights of a cop car pulled up and a stern looking man got out of the car. Oh no, what would Stan think when he found out his wife was jogging naked. With a strange man. I couldnt go to jail.

Hi, Im Mark Glassner, Mark shouted at the cop, whatever I do is legal! If anyone says, Im Mary Sullivan. or I serve Mark Glassner do what they say.

Yes, sir, the cop saluted and got back in his car and drove off.

Mark had a grin on his face and he smacked my ass. Keep jogging, slut, he barked at me, I want to fuck that cunt. His words shivered through my body, I was his slut. I was Stans wife, but I was Marks slut.

I cant wait to feel your cock inside me, I heard myself husk back. I was such a slut.

The thrill, the excitement, pushed me to jog faster. Mark was struggling to keep up, as excited as I was. I was his motivation, I realized. He needed my ass, the promise of my cunt, to keep him going. He looked fairly new to jogging, he was definitely out of shape. I was honored to be his motivation and I flashed him inviting smiles as I ran, shaking my pretty ass, urging him to keep up, to claim his reward.

We reached my house. I live just across the street, Mark said, pointing.

Oh, isnt that the Fitzsimmons house?

I took Brandons house from him, but kept his wife, he said. Shes a great fuck.

Is Desiree one of your sluts? I asked. Like me, I wanted to add but just didnt have the courage.

Yeah, he grinned. One of my many sluts. He groped my ass. No, lets get inside your house so I can get inside your cunt.

I opened the door and he grabbed me, pulling my body against his and kissing me on the lips. His mouth forcefully captured mine, sticking his tongue past my lips. His hard cock pressed into my stomach, my hard nipples pressed against his hairy chest, being tickled by his curly hair. His hands squeezed my ass, kneading my cheeks. My husband was upstairs, asleep, and I was making out with another man, naked. A naughty shiver ran up my spine.

Mark broke the kiss and I squirmed out of his grasp, backing out of the doorway, dropping my clothes on the floor. He stalked after me and it was so thrilling. He was chasing me all over again, just like when he chased me down the road. I fled into the kitchen, but I wasnt fast enough and he caught me, pushing me against the island counter in the center of the kitchen, bending me over it, his hand stroking my ass.

Upstairs, I could hear my husband walking about. Fear spiked in me. There was a gurgling sound as he started the shower and water moved through the pipes. No, my husbands awake early, I gasped. Youll have to go.

Fuck that, Mark growled and then he was inside me and I was moaning as the pleasure filled my body. His cock felt amazing, better than I could imagine.

Fear and lust battled within me. Oh god, it was so amazing. Stan was upstairs, showering, probably whistling some stupid show tune, while I was down here, his loving wife, getting fucked hard by the man who made me his slut. Mark was fucking me powerfully, not caring that my husband might finish his shower and walk downstairs any minute and catch him. Not caring that Stan might hear the slap of flesh, our sighs and moans, and come downstairs to investigate.

Fuck, I gasped, oh fuck this is so wrong!

Thats what makes it feel so good, slut, Mark growled and fucked me harder and harder.

His balls were slapping against my clit, building my pleasure more and more as his cock felt so amazing inside my cunt. Yes, yes, fuck me! I hissed. Oh, fuck youre a naughty, little slut!

The island creaked from the force of Marks thrusts, the cabinet doors rattled as my knees were knocking into them. God, I felt so good, so naughty! I loved my Stan, but Mark was making me feel so fucking alive! I knew this wouldnt be the last time I let Mark fuck me. My orgasm was building and building, every thrust of his cock, every slap of his balls on my clit, brought me closer and closer.

The shower upstairs shut off. Oh no, I gasped as fear surged through me. Stan couldnt see this, it would break his heart. You have to hurry!

I could hear Stan moving around upstairs. He would be getting dressed, then coming downstairs for his coffee. I had started the pot before I left for my jog. I glanced at the coffee pot, imagining my husband walking in, making it halfway to the coffee pot in his half-awake daze and then realizing that his wife was getting her cheating cunt pounded on by a strange man. This was so fucking wrong! I slammed my hips back against Mark and let out a stifled moan as my orgasm exploded throughout my body.

Yes, yes! I gasped. Oh, fuck, please hurry, Mark!

The bedroom door closed. Oh, no he was coming! Mark slammed into me once, twice. The footsteps were nearing the stairs. Then Mark was cumming inside me, his hot cum flooding my slutty cunt. The stairs creaked and I moaned as Mark yanked his cock out of me and. There was a huge grin on Marks face, and then he turned and raced for the front door.

Tomorrow, my house, be naked! he shouted as he reached the door.

Yes, I happily answered.

Mark opened the door and slammed it. Honey, you back, my husband called, hearing the door close.

I was right behind Mark, pulling on my leggings over my shoes then grabbing my top, pulling it over my breasts and turned around as my husband walked up, looking half-awake in his sweat pants, his hair damp from his shower. I could feel Marks cum leaking into the fabric of my leggings, soaking the spandex material as my husband bent down and kissed me on the lips.

Have a nice jog, Ana? he asked as he walked by. I sighed in relief, he didnt notice my underwear on the floor or smell the semen leaking out of my cunt. Stan wasnt alive in the morning before his second cup of coffee, thank God.

Yeah, it was quite thrilling! I said with a smile. Im going to take a shower, Im all sweaty.

Okay, Ana, he said. I could hear him pouring a cup of coffee. I grabbed my underwear and raced upstairs to wash the evidence of my adultery off my body.

Day Two, Tuesday, June 11, 2013: Madeleine
Notes: Takes place during Chapter 13.

I wondered how Louise was doing as I jogged out of my driveway.

On Sunday, I had found the poor girl sitting in her car watching my next-door neighbors house. Louise had said her husband, some cad named Mark, was shacking up with Desiree Fitzsimmons, my neighbor. Desiree was Brandons second wife. The hussy clearly didnt marry Brandon for his looks. And now she had another guy shacked up with her.

So I invited Louise to stay in my house, I felt so bad for the poor dear, and when I got home from work yesterday, she was gone. There was some commotion at the Fitzsimmons house last night. The police and ambulances showed up and when I woke up this morning, the news reported that Louise had tried to kill Mark last night. The poor, sweet dear. It would be just like a man to get a woman so riled up shed try and kill him.

I knew what that was like when I caught my Albert in bed with his secretary, and was itchin to kill the both of em. But, I was a good Christian woman, so I kicked him and his hussys ass out of my house and slapped him with divorce papers. Last I heard, he had knocked the stupid bimbo up and they were making each other miserable.

I reached the end of my street and turned onto Shaw and stopped in surprise. There was a naked man and woman not ten feet in front of me. St. Peters ghost, I gasped. It was Mark, that disgusting hound dog that drove poor Louise to her wits-end, and…Anastasia from across the street. Poor Stan. He was such a nice guy, shame his wife was some sort streakin hussy.

Stop, Mark said and I froze. His words seemed to reach right inside me and froze my legs in place. Hi, arent you a pretty one.

Hi Madeleine, Anastasia said. She lives next door to you, Mark.

Do you think she should join our club? Mark asked her.

Oh, definitely, Anastasia said and hugged me, rubbing her naked body against me. Its great, Madeleine. You get to jog naked. And afterwards, Mark fucks you with his cock.

What kind of back alley tramp do you take me for, sugar? I demanded angrily. My eyes flickered down to his hard cock pointing at me. I am a God-fearing, good Christian woman. Not some sort of…of jogging floozy.

The kind that wants to join my club, Mark said, a boyish grin on his face. You want to, dont you. You cant wait to strip off your clothes and enjoy the freedom of running naked. Your pussys getting wetter and wetter just thinking about my cock filling your cunt, fucking you until you have a mind-numbing orgasm.

I could feel my cooter moistening. It was like a levy broke and flooded the gusset of my panties. Oh God, I was suddenly as randy as a goat. I would like to join your club, I muttered. Why did I say that. It was his voice, so deep and powerful that it resonated within me. My eyes again were drawn to his hard cock. What would it feel like inside me, filling me up.

Whats the magic word? Mark asked with a smirk.

He wanted me to beg. I wicked thrill went though my body and I felt as wanton as a cheerleader after homecoming. Please, sugar, I husked, let me join your club. Pretty please.

Since you asked so nicely with that delightful Southern drawl of yours, Mark said. Welcome to club.

Well, I guess I better start stripping. I felt as slatternly as an Old Miss sorority girl at a frat party as I pulled of my tanktop. My face burning, as I released the clasp on my sports bra, exposing my tits. They were still a great pair, I thought, maybe not as perky as they were when I was eighteen, but still were quite fetching. A car honked as it drove by and I saw pink flushing Anastasias face. I guess she wasnt as nonchalant about about being naked as she pretended.

Mark smacked my ass, giving my plump cheeks a squeeze. The older I got, the harder it was to keep my ass as tight as a teenagers. My breasts bounced about as I jogged, up and down, uncomfortably so. Anastasia jogged next to me, and I kept glancing at her small, perkier breasts as they bounced. There was something almost hypnotic about a womans breasts bouncing up and down.

Are you a budding dyke? Mark asked me. He was behind us, staring at our asses to motivate him to keep jogging.

Im no rug muncher, sugar, I answered, flushing at getting caught staring at another womans tits.

Your mouth is just salivating to munch of Anastasias rug, slut, Mark said and I found myself licking my lips, my eyes wandering down to Anastasias rug and I realized she was a natural blonde. Why would she dye her hair black, her pubic hair looked as soft and yellow as cornsilk. I wondered what she tasted like. I remember tasting my own honey when I was a teenager and first discovered ticklin my cooter.

My honey was leaking down my legs by the time we reached my house, my curly pubes must be positively matted with my desire. I jogged up to my door, my cheeks red. Anyone of my neighbors could see just how wanton I had suddenly become if they looked out their windows. My keys were in my shorts pocket and I was fumbling through the bundle of clothes I clutched in my hand when Mark pressed up behind me, his cock hard on my ass.

Hmm, I cant wait any longer to feel your cunt on my cock, Mark growled in my ear.

Out here, Mark? Anastasia nervously asked, glancing across the street to her house. What if my husband sees me.

You said he doesnt usually wake up until eight, Mark told her, I could feel his cock between my legs, brushing against the lips of my wet cootch. Plenty of time, he moaned as his dick pushed up inside me. I moaned, he felt so wonderful inside me as he took me right there on his porch, like a bull mounting his heifer.

He woke up early yesterday, Anastasia pleaded. We almost got caught.

Mark was slowly fucking me and he pulled Anastasia mouth to his and kissed her. You want to be a good wife and spare your husband pain, right?

Anastasia nodded. She gasped as Marks hand cupped her crotch and began ticklin her cooter. Yes, I love him. I dont want him to know about…us.

Well, youre my slut, Mark said forcefully, fucking me a little harder. And my sluts get fucked whenever and wherever I want them to.

Okay, Anastasia nodded. Then her face transformed into such wantonness, and she moaned, Umm, your finger feels good inside me.

Maybe your husband is watching right now, Mark whispered. Watching you from a window. How do you think hed feel, knowing his wife is being such a slut for me.

Dont say that, Anastasia pleaded. Hed hate me.

Mark was fucking me faster, my breasts were rubbing against the painted wood of my door. Every thrust of his dick felt better than the last, rubbing wickedly against my sensitive walls. I heard my self yowling like a cat in heat getting mounted by a tomcat. I started pushing back with my hips as the pleasure grew stronger and stronger inside me.

Maybe hell pull his little dick out and jerk it, wishing he could make you into his slut, Mark moaned as he pounded my cooter. Wishing he had the stones to make you his bitch! All while hes envying me for making you so such a wanton slut!

Yes, yes! Anastasia moaned, her tits heaving as an orgasm trembled through her body. Oh, my Stan! Make me your slut!

Mark pulled his fingers out of her cunt and licked her juices off his finger. When we finish here, why dont you go to your husband and see if hes man enough to make a slut out of you.

A smile broadened Anastasia face. I will, Mark.

Mark was really pounding my cooter, every plunge of his cock made my nipples rub roughly against the door, adding spice to the orgasm cooking in my womb. Anastasias panting face was so close to mine, her lips red and enticing. I felt so wicked, so wanton. I leaned over and captured her lips in a kiss. It was my first time kissing a woman, and her lips were so soft, so gentle as she kissed me back.

You cunt feels great, Mark groaned into my ear. Do you want me to cum in your cunt? I bet you do. I bet you want nothing more than my cum flooding your juicy cunt!

Oh god, I wasnt on the pill. I didnt have my diaphragm in. But God did I want his seed inside me, even if he might get pregnant. I was so hot for it. I broke the kiss, and wantonly husked Yes, please, fill my cooter up, fill up my cunt! Its as eager as a beaver gnawing on a log for your seed, Mark! My admission triggered my orgasm and I moaned my pleasure for all the neighborhood to hear.

I could feel Marks cum flooding my cooter, flooding my fertile womb. His sperm could be swimming up to my womb, to where a fertile little egg waited to be penetrated. Take my cum, slut! Mark groaned, slamming his cock into me again, and again, and one last, hard thrust before he pressed up against my back, breathing hard.

As we stumbled into my house, Anastasia grabbed me and lead me to my couch. She pushed me down, knelt and spread my thighs and began eating the creamy mess Mark left inside me. Her tongue felt amazing on my labia. My husband would never dream of going down on me, and none of my past boyfriends would either. Getting your rug munched felt so amazing. Anastasias tongue explored all over my cooter, sucking on my lips, nibbling on hard little pearl, and spreading me wide open and digging her tongue deep inside me.

Mark was kneeing behind Anastasia, lining up his cock at her eager cooter. Anastasia moaned into my cootch as Mark slid inside her. Soon there would be a creamy mess in Anastasias rug for me to clean up, and I couldnt wait to return the favor.

Day Three, Wednesday, June 12, 2013: Belinda
Notes: Takes place during Chapter 15

Come on, mom, Cassie cajoled, jogging backwards. The girl had too much energy and sixteen years on me.

Cassie was almost a spitting image of me at sixteen. We had the same, beautiful shade of honey-brown hair, Cassie was still long and tied back in a ponytail with a pink scrunchy, while mine was shorter, in an easier to manage haircut. Cassie had my dainty nose, my pouty lips, and my delicate cheekbones. She had her fathers hazel eyes, and her build was slim and lithe, just like my mother-in-laws. She didnt get her mothers curves, thats for sure. I often caught her envious stares at me D Cups and she would whine about how small her breasts were.

Cmon slowpoke, Cassie said with a mischievous smile.

Slowpoke, I said in mock outrage. Is that anyway to address your mother! I ought to tan your backside!

Youd have to catch me first, mom, Cassie said and turned back around and sprinted away.

Even after sixth months of jogging with Cassie, I didnt have anywhere close to her endurance. When I decided I needed to get in better shape, Cassie volunteered to keep my company while I jogged. Truthfully, I would have quit ages ago if Cassie didnt seem to look so forward to our morning jogs. I had finally found a way to hang out with my babygirl again, and it was worth all the sweat and pain of jogging. Besides, my efforts had started to pay off. Ive lost thirty pounds, most of it off my ass and stomach, and I was feeling sexy again. And Oscar, my husband, was enjoying the results almost nightly, now.

Belinda, your ass is looking as great as it did when you were twenty, Oscar told me just last night, when he came up and rubbed my ass through my nightie. As beautiful as the night we made Cassie.

We were pretty sure I got knocked up on our honeymoon, or maybe right before the wedding. Cassie was earlier than we planned, apparently the pill isnt one hundred percent. Our first few years of marriage were a little rocky, and money was very tight until Oscar got a few promotions under his belt. And now, I wouldnt have had it happened any other way. Cassie was growing up to be such a fine young lady.

We reached the light at 39th Avenue and Shaw Road and waited for the light to turn green.

Mom? Cassie said, tugging at my shirt sleeve. There was a panic, urgent tone to her voice.

Cassie was looking across Shaw Road where three people were jogging naked. I blinked in surprise. There were two women, one was a black-haired woman in her late twenties and the other was a brunette in her early thirties, who was maybe a year or two younger then myself. Behind them was a naked man, his cock obscenely hard, bouncing about in front of him as he jogged. They were just reaching the crosswalk across Shaw Road from us.

Mom, their naked! Cassie gasped in a strangled tone, then looked down at the ground, her face flushing.

Cassie flushed like a girl whod never seen a cock before. She always claimed she was a virgin, and I never questioned her claim. When I was her age, I already had lost my cherry and had a pregnancy scare. The condom had broken and for two weeks I was in a panic that I was pregnant. Then my period came, two days late, to my great relief. My life would have been so different if Billy Caldwell had knocked me up at sixteen and I hoped my daughter would make some better life choices.

Why were they naked? Maybe there was some naked jogging event going on, today. You always heard about those up in Seattle and maybe theyve spread south. Or maybe that was a naked bike ride they had up in Seattle? I couldnt remember. I looked up Shaw Road, expecting to see more naked jogger that I failed to notice the light changed and when I glanced back at the naked trio, they were halfway across Shaw Road, the black-haired woman waving friendly at us.

Hi, I said, nervously.

The man had a hungry smile on his face and suddenly fear clutched my heart and I grabbed Cassie and pushed her behind me. Im Mark, whore you? he introduced himself, pushing ahead of the two naked women.

Belinda, I found myself answering, and this is my daughter, Cassie. Wow, that voice was so…so powerful. So mesmerizing.

His grin grew hungrier. Hmm, there something sexy about a mom and daughter, together, Mark leered suggestively and I flushed. Thats disgusting. I want the two of you to join my jogging club.

Of course I would join his club.

Do we have to be naked? my daughter asked as she trembled behind me.

Of course, Mark laughed. Its the Naked Jogging Club. I know, I know, not the most original name. He shrugged. The good news is, not only do you get to feel the excitement of being naked in public, your cunts are growing wet just thinking about my hard cock inside you. You two are my jogging sluts, arent you.

Oh God, I loved my Oscar, but I have never been hornier in my life for a man. Yes, I want to be your slut. Was that my voice that sounded so sexy? I rubbed my thighs together, my twat was getting all wet and itchy. I needed a good fucking and Oscar wasnt around and Marks cock looked more than adequate. I grinned, in fact, it looked like the perfect tool to fix the itch in my twat.

Oh yes, Ill be your slut! My sweet Cassie sound so slutty. She was still pressed against my back and I swear I could feel her nipples harden through her top and sports bra.

Then welcome to the club, Mark said. And good sluts are always horny for another womans pussy, even if shes related.

A naughty flush went through my body as I eyed the two, naked women, drifting down their lush bodies to their fur-covered muffs. Then my eyes drifted over to my babygirl as she undressed. I wondered what her pussy tasted like. What it would feel to have my sweet Cassandra licking at my slutty cunt.

The black haired woman hugged me. Im Anastasia, and this is Madeleine. And you will not be disappointed by Mark. Yesterday, he fucked us so hard. And then, when I got home, I begged my husband to treat my like a little slut! Oh, it was so satisfying. My Stan got so into it. He took charge like a real man. Last night, he had me make him dinner wearing only an apron. And then I was desert. She touched my wedding ring. You should try it. The only thing better than being your husbands slut, is being Marks! she said with a wink.

I bet Oscar would love it if I was his slut. I glanced back at my daughter who was pulling off the pink sports bra that contained her perky, B Cup breasts. The little slut was horny, her nipples were hard, and I was so proud of my babygirl as I saw the hungry grin on Marks face as his eyes feasted on her tits.

Lets get that top off, sugar, Madeleine said in a delightful, Southern drawl. She had a beautiful face and a wicked smile played on her lips. She was grabbing the hem of my shirt and I let her pull it up over my head. She deftly undid my gray sports bra and my big, D Cup breasts spilled out. Sugar, the Lord gave you one beautiful set of hooters. I shivered in pleasure as the Southern woman ran a finger around my large areola, brushing my fat nipple.

I know, snot fair, Cassie vented. The only two things I got from my dad were hazel eyes and small tits like grandma. Everyone on moms side of the family has huge knockers.

Mark reached out, kneading her perky tip, his thump swiping across her hard little nipple. You got a sexy pair of tits, Mark told her and she flushed, pleased.

Wheres all your pubic hair, young lady? I gasped when Cassies baby blue boy shorts came off. She was shaved bare, her slit tight like a little girls.

I shave it, Cassie said, rolling her eyes. Everyone shaves their coochies, mom. Jeez.

Have you let some boy stick his dick up your cunt, Mark asked.

Yeah, Cassie admitted, sheepishly.

I guess she really was me at sixteen.

Mark jogged behind us ladies, staring at our asses. We barely had jogged a hundred yards when Cassie gasped in shock and pointed down the road. There was a news van parked across the road and a cameraman filming us. A strange exhilaration burned through me as I realized some complete stranger was filming me naked.

Fuck, Mark muttered, examining the situation. Well, shes probably hot. I furrowed my eyes, wonder what Mark was talking about, and I saw a second figure in a pink blouse. Ladies, jog back to Madeleines and go home. Well meet there at six tomorrow morning.

Youre not going to fuck me? I asked, then flushed. I couldnt believe I asked him that. But I was so horny, I really needed his dick in me.

Ill fuck you and your daughter tomorrow, Mark grinned.

Maybe when I get home, Ill convince Oscar to make me his slut and take a sick day. We could spend the entire day in bed, doing whatever nasty things my Oscar wanted. I glanced at Cassie and a terrible, depraved thought filled my mind. Maybe she should stay home, sick, too. After all, we were both sluts, now.

Day Four, Thursday, June 13, 2013: Cassie
Notes: Takes place during Chapter 16

I out distanced the others as we turned onto Mountain View Court. I was just so excited to get fucked by Mark. Its all I thought about last night. My poor little pussy was still a little sore from how many times I petted my kitty. And so I had to wait, breathless, on Madeleines porch for Mark and my mom, for and Anastasia and Madeleine.

Yesterday had been so wild. Even though I didnt get to fuck Mark, when we got home my mom begged dad to let her be his slut. And dad was more than happy to let her. It was kinda disgusting and kinda hot all at the same time. My mom got dad all hot and bothered then told him shed love to see him fuck me. I didnt have a problem with that, my dad was so handsome and kind. Not like the boys at my school who just want to get off inside me. I knew my dad would make feel so amazing.

Turned out my dad didnt have a problem with it, either. Fuck, I came so hard for dad. And then mom surprised us both by giving me a second orgasm as she licked my little kitty-cat clean. Dad was roaring to go after that and mom mounted his cock and rode him hard. My dad was grunting like an animal, calling mom such filthy names and she loved it. When they finished, mom taught me all about how to lick another womans pretty kitty. And mom tasted wonderful, sour and sweet all at the same time, mixed with daddys salty flavor.

Hurry up! I shouted eagerly as the adults finally rounded the corner. I was so excited, I was dancing on the balls of my feet, my kitty drenched with my juices.

It was fun watching their breasts bounce up and down, and Marks cock was swaying and bouncing. I licked my lips, rubbed my thighs together. I couldnt wait to feel Marks cock up my pussy. I was his slut, and a good slut needs to feed her kitty a lot of dicks. Thats what Jodi Miller said in the girls bathroom a few days ago. And she should know, she was the biggest slut in school.

I threw myself at Mark, pushing past Madeleine, and hugged him. Letting him feel my hard nipples rub against his hairy chest, and I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my stomach. I kissed him greedily as Madeleine opened the door. Then I jumped up and wrapped my legs around Marks waist, my hot little kitty rubbing wetly on his belly and he carried me inside.

Eager slut, he growled and threw me onto the couch. Sit on your slutty daughters face.

Ohh, Id love that, mom moaned.

Meanwhile, Madeleine and Anastasia were sitting on a recliner, Anastasia in Madeleines lap and the pair were making out madly. Anastasia was caressing Madeleines tits, another pair of breasts larger than my little B cups. Ugghh, why did I have to take after my dads side of the family. Mom has these amazing tits. Large and pillowy, they swayed so sexy as she walked. Her slightest motion made them jiggle. I practically had to do jumping jacks to get any jiggle out of my tits. Madeleines hand was roaming Anastasias ass, now, squeezing her cheeks, her finger dipping into Anastasias crack.

Then my view was blocked as moms sleek thighs straddled my face, and her shaved kitty lowered down to my eager lips. Yesterday, my mom had a well groomed, brown bush. But daddy loved my shaved kitty so much, mom asked me to show her how to shave it. I had a lot of fun lathering up her bush and carefully shaving her lips with a razor. When I was all finished, I gave her kitty a nice lickin and mom gushed all over my face.

I started lickin my moms kitty as Marks cock thrust into my pussy. I moaned into my mothers pussy as Mark filled me up so deliciously, his cock rubbing all the best places inside me. I drank my moms delicious flavors, sour and sweet, rubbing my tongue all over her pussy. I sucked her large, drooping labia, nibbled on her tiny clit, and jammed my tongue into her wet hole.

Oh yes, eat mommys pussy! Mmm, my babygirls such a great muff diver. Ohh, youre making mommy feel so great, you slutty child!

Mark was pickup the pace, fucking me harder. I could feel his balls slapping against my taint. Every thrust of his cock felt better than the last as my entire cunt began to burn with pleasure. I started moving my hips, matching Marks rhythm. His cock rubbed all over my tight cunt and I started squeezing down on him as he thrust in.

Such a tight pussy! Mark moaned and I felt a surge of joy. I was making him happy, like a good slut. God, I love teenage cunt!

I slurped on my moms delicious juices as Mark pounded my cunt. Mom started wiggling her hips on me, rubbing her cunt all over my face as I brought her greater and greater pleasure. I was getting closer and closer to my orgasm when Mark pulled out of my pussy, leaving an aching emptiness inside my kitty.

No! I moaned in disappointment. Please, put it back in! I was so close! My kitty needs to be fed some man-milk! Shes so hungry!

Then I felt Mark raise my hips up a bit, his hard cock pocking at my ass crack. You ever been fucked in the ass, Cassie?

No, I answered, feeling a little scared. But I shouldnt be. I was Marks slut, and a good slut takes it up the ass, or at least thats what Jodie Miller always said. And she should know, she fucked the entire first string of our varsity football team at a party.

How bout you, Belinda? Mask asked my mom

Yes, mom answered. Oscar always wanted me to, but I always said no. But last night, he reminded me I was his slut. And it felt so amazing, Cassie. Youll love it, babygirl.

I felt soft fingers caressing my kitty, soft as a mothers caress. Then mom bent over and we were sixty-nining as Mark pushed his cock against the tight ring of my asshole. I groaned into my moms kitty as my ass was invaded. God, I thought he felt big in my pussy, but he felt enormous in my ass. And it was so weird, almost like I was pooping in reverse. A strange tingle slowly started to radiated from my ass as Marks cock slid slowly in and out of my tight ass. It started to feel better and better as Mark fucked in and out of my ass, slowly picking up speed.

My moms tongue flicked at my clit, and my orgasm was nearing again. My clit vibrated as my mother moaned her orgasm into me, her juices flooding my eager mouth. Mark was fucking my ass hard and fast, moms tongue swirling about my clit. It was too much, moms tongue felt wicked on my kitty and Marks cock felt amazing as he reamed my ass, I was going to cum. Stars danced before my eyes as I bucked beneath my mom, my ass clenching on Marks cock. My screams of passion were muffled by my moms juicy kitty.

Fucking tight teenage ass! Mark moaned, and then I felt him, hot and wet, shooting his cum into my ass.

He pulled out and then my mom was off me. I sat up on my elbows and watched as he led mom to another chair. He sat down and I watched in amazement as mom started licking his dirty cock clean of my ass. My mom was tasting my ass! God, she was such a slut. Madeleine was suddenly standing over me, her face sticky with Anastasias juices and she slapped my ass.

Youre leaking cum onto my couch, girl, Madeleine said, angrily. Did your parents learn you no manners, sugar?

Oh, shit, sorry, I gulped, standing up. I could feel the cum running greasily out of my ass and down to my taint.

And dont swear in my house, sugar, Madeleine said, sternly. Im a good Christian woman, and Ill not abide a foul mouth.

Okay, sorry, I said, intimidate by the woman and her accent.

She sat down and spread her legs, revealing a brown furred kitty. You can forgive me by give my cooter a good lickin.

Whats a cooter? I asked, frowning.

My pussy, sugar, she purred. My wet, horny pussy. She ran a finger through her bush, pushing a pussy lip to the side and exposing the wet, pink flesh of her kitty.

I smiled, licking my lips. I can do that, Madeleine.

Thats Mrs. Rowe to you, sugar, she corrected as I knelt down and she pulled my face into her furry kitty. My tongue licked across her tangy-spicy slit. Hmm, youre like a pretty cat lapping at a saucer of milk, Madeleine moaned as I lapped at her delicious pussy.

I felt hands spreading my asscheeks and then a tongue licking at my ass, swirling about my puckered asshole, sending delicious tingles through my body. I glanced behind me to see Anastasia, lips stained with Marks cum, lapping at my asshole. It was such a naughty feeling as she rimmed my puckered hole.

Hey now, sugar. You kids need to learn to finish what you start. Madeleine strong hands pulled me back to her cunt and I eagerly resumed lickin her cooter.

Day Five, Friday, June 14, 2013: Issy
Notes: Takes place during Chapter 18.

I was nervous as I walked up to Mrs. Rowes house, just up the street from my own house. Yesterday, the strangest man had come to my house. He seemed so ordinary, just another dumb adult. And then his blue eyes fixed on me and looked me up and down. Great, another skeevy adult perving on me, I had thought.

You look like an athlete, the man had told me. I have this Jogging Club and I want you to join it. It meets at Madeleines house at six AM. Youll have a lot of fun.

It was such a great idea, that I readily agreed, even if he was perving on me. And then my parents up and sold our house. Mark, the skeevy adult just handed my parents a bag of cash and my stupid parents just agreed to sell our house. They didnt argue, or nothing. Just agreed like mindless idiots. It was so cray. And then Mark let us stay if he could fuck me whenever he wanted. I was shocked when my parents didnt have a problem pimping their own daughter out for rent on our own house.

I, on the other hand, thought it was a bad idea.

So my parents took my phone away, my laptop away, and grounded me!

Issy Marguerite Norup, Mr. Glassners a generous man, my mom said, icily, and you will repay his generosity by spreading those legs for him! I know youve spread them for some boy already!

You will stay in your room until you start behaving properly! my dad said as he gathered up my phone and laptop. And tomorrow morning, youre going to go and join Mr. Glassners jogging club. And if he wants to fuck you, youll let him fuck you! Do you understand me, young lady?

What had happened to my parents. They were like pod people. Last night was so boring. Im sure I missed a ton of important tweets and instagrams! God, why did my parents have to turn into a bunch of freaks! I should call the cops on them, only they took my phone away! I screamed in frustration into my pillow. Fuck, Ill I had to do was my homework and watch boring TV.

Yet here I was, showing up for this stupid Jogging Club, with the guy my parents pimped me out too. I didnt know what his connection with Mrs. Rowe was. Mrs. Rowe was the sweet, southern lady, that was always so nice to me. When Id mow her lawn for her, shes always have the best pitcher of ice tea siting out on her porch for me to drink.

Why was I doing this? Because it would be fun, I answered myself. I knocked firmly on the door and blinked in shock when Mrs. Rowe answered dressed only in her birthday suit. There were more naked women behind her. Mrs. Milburn, who lived across from Mrs. Rowe and…Cassie from school. We were in the same grade, about to finish our sophomore year, but I didnt know her that well. And the fourth woman must be Cassies mother. They look so much alike.

W-what is going on? I stammered.

Are you here to join the Naked Jogging Club, sugar? Mrs. Rowe asked.

Wait, Naked Jogging Club. Mark didnt say nothing about having to be naked! I protested.

Didnt I? Mark asked and I jumped. There he was, naked and…ohmygod his cock was hard and pointing straight at me.

Well, cmon sugar, lets get you naked, Mrs. Rowe said sweetly, pulling me inside the house.

The women and Cassie started grabbing at my clothing, pulling my tanktop over my head, pulling my tight, jogging shorts down my legs. My sports bra came free and hands pinched at my nipples. I grabbed my panties, holding onto the elastic waistband as the women tried to yank them off.

Please stop, I begged, tears brimming in my eyes. I could feel Marks pervy eyes as he stared at my bared tits.

Relax, Issy, Cassie said and she hugged me, her naked breasts pressed against me and then she was kissing me.

I was so surprised that I let go of my panties and they were pulled down my legs. Cassie broke the kiss, a sultry smile on her face. I blinked my eyes, licked my lips, my face flushed with heat, and realized I was lifting up my feet so my panties could be taken all the way off. Embarrassed, I covered my brown pubes with one hand and tried to cover my breasts with the other arm.

Dont be coverin up your beautiful body, sugar, Mrs. Rowe purred, pulling my arms to my side. Now arent you just as pretty as a rainbow after a storm.

Yes she is, Mark said as pervy as possible. He caught my chin and turned my face to his. You want to be my little jogging slut, dont you. My cheeks burned and I found myself nodding yes. Of course I wanted to be his jogging slut, thats why I was here. Good, and what does a slut do?

Ooh, a slut feeds her kitty as many dicks as she can, Cassie answered excitedly.

Kitty? Why would I feed my cat a dick. Then I saw Cassie stroking her pussy and I flushed as I realized which kitty she met.

A slut is excited for Mark to shove his cock in any hole he wants, Mrs. Milburn said, reaching out and stroking my ass. Her fingers felt like fire on my smooth cheeks. Any hole. I flushed. I knew a few girls who did anal so they could keep their cherries.

And lets us gals play with her pretty pussy, Cassies mom husked. And then plays with ours.

I was Marks slut, and my pussy getting wet thinking just about Mark fucking me, even fucking my ass. I eyed all the women, imagining them licking my pussy and even the image of me, kneeling down and licking one of these beautiful womens pussies sent a naughty thrill through me. Is that why my parents pimped me out to you Mark? I asked in realization. Because, they knew I was your slut, right?

Yeah, Mark whispered, his cock was pressing against my ass. I love your hair. Why green?

I shrugged. I had dyed my brown hair green with black streaks. It just seemed like it would annoy my parents, I guess. My pussy was a flood of liquid now, feeling my nose with the fresh, tart smell of my arousal. I was Marks slut, and that meant I needed his cock inside me.

Cassie walked up and she reached giving my titty squeeze, a look of mournful disappointment on her face. Yet another pair of breasts bigger than mine.

Oh, but yours are so cute, I told her, eying her perky breasts and the cute little nipples. I reached out and gave her titty a squeeze.

Fuck, my cock need to cum, Mark said, interrupting our titty play, and he roughly shoved me forward, bending me over the arm of a couch, his hard cock rubbing against my cunt. Hmm, I love fucking teenage cunt!

Marks cock was pushing into my tight pussy. I had been fucked a few times by Johnny, my boyfriend. But he wasnt as big as Mark and it felt weird. Mark wasnt using a condom and there wasnt the feel of rubber sliding inside me, but the electric feel of flesh sliding against flesh.

Oh god, I moaned. Oh, wow this is so wild.

Mrs. Rowe sat on the couch in front of me, her legs spread and her furry pussy was mere inches from my face. Dont be shy, sugar, Mrs. Rowe cooed. Give me a good lickin.

Marks thrusts were shoving my face closer and closer to Mrs. Rowes cunt. I could feel heat radiating from her pussy, a spicy, tangy scent filled my nose. Her pubic hair was silk on my face, and my tongue hesitantly licked up her slit. And she tasted amazing. My tongue dipped into her pussy over and over, greedy to drink all her delicious juices.

I wiggled my hips, enjoying Marks thrusts. His cock was rubbing my cunt in all the right places and I could feel a great cum building inside me. Mrs. Rowe was moaning, her hand clutching my dyed-green hair, pulling my face into her sopping cunt. Mark was groaning every time he bottomed out inside me, filling me up. His balls would brush my clit when he thrust in, a staccato beat to match the pleasurable rubbing inside my cunt.

Oh, sugar! Mrs. Rowe moaned. Umm, sugar, your mouth feels so good on my cooter! Oh wow, youre a natural rug muncher! You got me as excited as a hound dog worrying a bone! Oh sugar, here I go!

Mrs. Rowe quaked on the couch, her head thrown back as she came hard. More tangy, spicy juices flowed into my mouth. I kept licking her as Mark pounded away at my cunt. Mrs. Rowe just writhed on the couch as my eager mouth gave her cum after cum until Mrs. Rowe shoved my face away.

No more, sugar, she panted. My poor cooter cant take anymore.

Marks thrusts were coming hard, now. The entire couch was shaking under the force of his cock slamming into my pussy. Mark groaned, and buried himself deep inside me, his cock must be brushing my cervix, he was in so deep. And then I felt something shooting inside me. Marks cum I realized and moaned as the muscles in my cunt contracted as a hard cum spasmed through my body.

Whew, now Im ready to do some jogging, Mark panted. He smacked my ass. Gonna fuck you again when we get back. You have such a nice, tight pussy, slut!

Oh, thank you Mark, I gushed, thrilled my tight hole made him happy. Your cock was amazing inside me.

Marks cum ran wetly down my legs as we went jogging. A greasy, sticky mess that slowly cooled against my skin. Cars honked at us as we jogged by, and I threw my head up high, my breast thrust out. I was Marks jogging slut, and I could care less who saw me. I hoped they could see the cum running down my thighs, proof that I was Marks slut.

Day Six, Saturday, June 15, 2013: Vertise
Notes: Takes place during Chapter 20

I admired my husbands body as we rested at the intersection. Sweat gleamed on his dark brown skin, his muscles rippling beneath as he moved.

We were out for our Saturday morning jog, at our halfway point at the intersection of Shaw Road and 39th Avenue. My husband was a big black man, built like a linebacker. He played football in college, and still stayed all big and muscled. He was smokin hot, and my cooch was moistening as I thought about him throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me off. In my fantasy, he would throw me down on the bed and just start ravishing me.

His dark eyes were eying my body appreciatively, so I turned and waggled my black booty at him. It was a pretty nice booty, if you asked me, definitely my best feature. With just enough junk in the trunk to jiggle without being fat. Feeling a little naughty, I backed my booty up and rubbed it against his crotch, letting Ernard know how horny I was his for cock.

Da fuck is that, Ernard muttered. Vertise, babe, there is some naked crackers joggin this way.

I looked over to see five women jogging naked towards us. No three women and two teenage girls. And behind them, a man jogged naked. The womens breasts bounced and jiggled, up and down, almost hypnotic, and the mans hard cock bounced obscenely. The only thing the naked joggers did wear were their shoes.

White folk, I said, shaking my head, dumbfounded. They always be doin something foolish.

Ernard stepped in front of me. He was so big, I could easily hide behind his frame. Thats close enough! he shouted at the naked joggers.

The women stopped jogging and the naked man strode forward. He was a little overweight, in his late twenties, short brown hair and piercing, blue eyes. A mocking smile played on his lips and his cock was so hard, the tip angry-red. It seemed to be pointing right at me and disgust sneered my face. What a fucking pervert.

Your woman looks hot, the naked man said. I wouldnt mind fucking her ass.

What da fuck did you just say bout my wife, boy! Ernard growl. You better damn apologize or Im like to bust your skull in, bitch.

The man snorted in laughter. What do you think, ladies. Is she hot enough to join our club.

Umm, definitely, the black-haired woman purred.

Her skin is so beautiful, the green-haired teenager said, licking her lips. The color of coffee.

I love your hair, sugar. The blonde streaks make you seem wild, the honey-brown haired woman added. Were all these white chicks gay? They were fuckin perverts, thats fo sure.

Da fuck is wrong with you people! Ernard demanded, walking up to the man. Ernard had a good half-a-foot on the man, and was far broader in the shoulder, and easily had fifty pounds of muscle on the white boy. Ernard cracked his knuckles. Howd you like me to pound your face in, bitch?

Kick his ass, Ernard, I urged. Fuck the little peckerwood up!

Stand aside, Ernard, the man said.

Looking confused, Ernard stepped to the side and the man walked up to me. You are one fine piece of ass.

Ernard! I shouted, too angry at my dumb husband for letting this pervert near me to be at all scared of the little peckerwood.

Sorry, Vertise, he muttered, shrugging his huge shoulders.

Ernard, keep jogging, the man said. Vertise will be joining my club and jogging with us from now on. And you dont have a problem with that, or with me fucking your pretty wife.

Oh, sure, I was stunned to hear Ernard say. Of course you can fuck her. He kissed me on the lips as I stood rooted in place. See you at home, babe, and then he just started jogging back home.

Ernard! Ernard, you useless asshole, get back here!

But he just turned and wave. Have fun with your club, Vertise.

You dont care this peckerwood wants to fuck your wife?

Ernard shouted back, confused, Why would I? I hope you have a good time!

Hey, Ernard, the crazy peckerwood shouted. Ever fucked your wifes ass?

No! Of course my husband hadnt, that was nasty. Plus, my suddenly wimp of husband has a big cock. Id hate to feel that monster up my booty.

You will when she gets home, the peckerwood promised. Ill leave a big load of cum up her ass to lube the way for you!

Hell yeah, man!

Ernard, da hells gotten into you! Ernard! Stop jogging! This isnt funny, Ernard! But my suddenly whipped husband, by some little bitch of a peckerwood no less, just kept right on jogging.

Well, Vertise, I bet you are just excited to strip naked and join our club. Im Mark. Mark introduced the other joggers: Madeleine, Anastasia, Issy, Belinda, and her daughter, Cassie. From now on, youre my jogging slut. And what does a jogging slut do, Issy?

Let Mark fuck her cunt whenever he wants, the green-haired girl answered.

I bet youre just itching to feel my cock, arent you, Vertise?

I… Fuck, I was. My cunt was dripping at the thought of his cock plunging inside me. I am. I pulled off my tanktop and peeled off my green jogging shorts in a flash. My nipples were hard when my sports bra came off. Mark was behind me and he pulled my panties off and inhaled them.

Mhh, I love the smell of cunt, he sighed, then squeezed my ass. Youre getting wet just thinking about my cock reaming your tight ass! When you get home, youre going to let Ernard fuck your ass, too. Youll be a good, slutty wife for him from now on, wont you, slut?

I moaned. I so wanted my husbands huge cock up my ass. My Ernard was such a great guy to share me with Mark and he deserved his reward when I got home. I knew he always wanted my ass, and from now I would be the best, sluttiest wife for him. Yes, fuck my ass, Mark! Get me all ready for my husbands giant cock! And I started shaking my booty for Mark, letting him see it jiggle as his cock brushed against it.

He slapped my ass. Lets get jogging ladies!

As we jogged, I got to know the other ladies. Anastasia whos husband was waiting for her to get home so she could cook him breakfast, wearing only an apron. And, if Im lucky, hell just bend me over the table and fuck me good and hard, she giggled wickedly.

Madeleine who bemoaned her own husband leaving her. If only I had been a slut for him, then maybe he wouldnt have needed that whore of a secretary, she lamented.

The Blackwoods, Cassie and Belinda, happily told me all about how they were sluts for Oscar, Belindas husband and Cassies dad. He takes charge of us when we get home, Belinda happily said. And Cassie eagerly piped in, Yesterday he bought matching, slutty nurse costumes for us, and we had to give him a sponge bath!

My parents are just happy Im keeping Mr. Glassner satisfied, Issy added. My mom was so happy when I came home yesterday with cum leaking out of my pussy. She knew I was satisfying him and she gave me a big ol hug. And this morning, my dad gave was giving me such pervy stares as I walked naked out of the house. Maybe I should be a slut for my daddy, too.

Ooh, being a slut for your daddy is so fun, Cassie gushed. But dont leave your mom out. That can be just as fun! The teen girl gave a wicked giggle. Right, mom?

Belinda had a happy smile as she answered, Ooh, having a slutty daughter is great, and sharing her with her dad is the best.

When we reached Mountain View Court, Mark grabbed my arm, stopping me. God, I cant wait any longer. I need to fuck that juicy ass!

God, I couldnt wait any longer, either. My cunt was dripping, was aching to be fucked. Yes, please, fuck me now, I begged. I didnt care that we were outside, didnt care that cars were driving by, honking loudly. Let everyone see me be a slut for Mark.

Mark bent me over the granite sign, carved to read, Mountain View Estates. The stone was cold on my belly. Anastasia, eat her ass out, get her ready for my cock.

Yes, Mark, purred the black-haired beauty. I felt gentle hands spreading my booty and gasped as her tongue began swirling about my asshole. I had a couple girl-on-girl encounters in college, but none of them ever touched my asshole. It was so fucked nasty, I loved every minute of it.

Why dont we have a nice sixty-nine, Cassie, Madeleine said, pressing her body against Cassies.

Id love that, Mrs. Rowe, Cassie answered, pulling Madeleine down on top of her.

Mark was getting his cock sucked by Belinda and Issy stepped up in front of me, her shaved, teenage cunt right in front of my lips. Like my shaved pussy? Issy asked. Mom shaved it for me last night, so Id be more appealing to Mark. Shes the best mom in the world. Would you like to lick me?

Sure, boo, I answered, grabbing her ass and pulling her cunt to my lips.

Issy had a fresh, tart flavor as I ran my tongue about her cunt. My dormmate my junior year at college, Tallia, taught me how to eat a womans pussy out, and it all came flooding back to me as I tongued Issys teenage pussy. Issy moaned appreciatively as I ate her out, rubbing her cunt all over my face. Anastasia had wiggled her tongue up my ass and slipped two fingers up my snatch, slowly fingering me.

You have a tasty ass, Anastasia murmured, pulling her fingers out of my cunt.

I groaned as her finger, slicked with my cunts juices, pressed against my asshole and slid in, pushing past the tight ring of my sphincter. She fucked it slowly in and out of my ass, letting me get used to the strange intrusion. Naughty pleasure tingled out of my ass and I groaned when Anastasias other hand began gently playing with my clit, rolling the sensitive nub between her fingers. I moaned my pleasure into Issys cunt, rubbing my lips against her soft vulva.

A second finger slipped into my ass, Anastasia was reaming my asshole faster and faster. Her tongue began lapping at my cunt and my orgasm began to build. Issy was gasping and moaning above me, her hips bucking as she came sweetly on my tongue, flooding my lips with her delicious girl-cum.

Oh, thank you, Miss Vertise, she panted, kneeling down and then she kissed me on the lips, her tongue tasting her juices on my face. Hmm, I taste good, dont I?

Yes you do, boo! I moaned. I was getting so close to cumming. Anastasia, ohh, keep doing that. Im getting so close to cumming, you nasty slut!

My ass clenched on her probing fingers, my muscles clenched in my womb, as electricity ran through my body and I moaned loudly. It was a great cum, and I groaned in disappointment when Anastasia pulled her fingers from my ass. She gave my cunt one last lick, that sent a small shudder of pleasure through my sensitive pussy.

Shes all ready, Mark, Anastasia proudly said.

Good, Mark groaned. Umm, dont swallow it all, Belinda. Let Vertise get a taste.

A taste of what, I wondered. Belinda walked over and I could see sticky cum, glistening white on her red lips. And then she was kissing me, her tongue shoveling salty cum into my lips. I wrestled with her tongue, savoring Marks sperm. I heard footsteps behind me, a cock brushing my ass and I shook my booty.

Belinda broke the kiss and sat down next to me on the granite sign. Issy, be a dear and eat my pussy!

Oh, yes Mrs. Blackwood, Issy eagerly answered, kneeling down and diving into Belindas shaved cunt.

Fuck my black booty, I moaned, shaking my ass, letting my cheeks jiggle so prettily.

You fucking asked for it, slut! growled mark.

His cock was at the entrance to my ass and he just shoved it in, hard and fast. I gasped in pain and surprise as he invaded my asshole. Relax, honey, itll makes it easier, Belinda told me. I relaxed my asshole, letting Mark invade me, and the pain lessened. There, isnt that better?

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