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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Saturday, June 15th, 2013 – Vertise Webster – South Hill, WA

I admired my husband’s body as we rested at the intersection. Sweat gleamed on his dark brown skin, his muscles rippling 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 Ernard was a big, Black man, built like a linebacker. He played football in college, and still stayed all big and muscled. He was smoking hot, and my pussy moistened 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 ravish me.

I would lie beneath him, gasping and moaning as he rammed that thick dick into my cooch.

Ernard’s dark eyes were eyeing my body appreciatively, so I turned and wiggled my black booty at him. It was a pretty nice booty, if you asked me, and 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 for his cock.

He was growing hard himself. It was so titillating. Cars roared by and I was grinding on my husband’s dick like some sort of ghetto piece of trash. My pussy clenched and a hot wave of delight shot through me.

“The fuck is that?” Ernard muttered. “Vertise, babe, there are some naked crackers joggin’ this way.”

I looked over to see five women jogging naked towards us. Three were mature, gorgeous women, their breasts large, but the other two looked barely legal, with tight, youthful bodies. Ernard’s cock seemed to grow even harder.

“Damn,” he muttered.

I really couldn’t blame the fool for ogling the naked White chicks.

Behind the naked woman, a man jogged. He was also nude, his cock bouncing obscenely before him. The women’s breasts also bounced and jiggled. It was almost hypnotic watching all that flesh jiggle. 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. I pressed into his back. I liked it when he was all manly and protective of me. I liked it when he let people know I was his woman, modern feminism be damned.

“That’s close enough!” Ernard shouted at the naked joggers.

The women stopped jogging and the naked man strode forward. He was a little overweight and looked in his late twenties, short brown hair and piercing, blue eyes. A mocking smile played on his lips. My eyes flicked down to his dick. He was so hard, the tip angry-red. It seemed to be pointing right at me.

Disgust sneered my face. What a fucking pervert.

“Your woman looks hot,” the naked man said. “I wouldn’t mind fucking her ass.”

I gasped in indignation. He did not say that to me? My husband would pound him into mush.

“What the fuck did you just say ’bout my wife, boy!” Ernard growl. “You better damn well apologize or I’m 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?”

“Mmm, definitely,” the black-haired woman purred, her hips shifting like her pussy was itching with desire.

“Her skin is so beautiful,” the green-haired, barely legal slut 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 lesbians? “Y’all are a bunch of fucking perverts, that’s fo’ sure.”

“The fuck is wrong with you people!” Ernard demanded, walking up to the man.

“You tell ’em,” I cheered him on. Those women all looked at me like the fox staring at the hens, though I guess they would be the vixens.

I glanced back at the naked man. Ernard had a good half-a-foot on the man, and was far broader in the shoulders, and easily had fifty pounds of muscle on the White boy. There was something familiar about the naked man. But I couldn’t quite place it.

Ernard cracked his knuckles. “How’d you like me to pound your face in, bitch?”

“Kick his ass, Ernard,” I urged. What did it matter who the asshole was? The White boy was a fucking pervert. “Fuck the little peckerwood up!”

“Stand aside, Ernard,” the man commanded.

Looking confused, Ernard stepped to the side and the man walked up to me.

“You are one fine piece of ass,” the White boy grinned as he ogled me.

“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,” Ernard muttered, shrugging his huge shoulders.

“Ernard, keep jogging,” the man ordered. His voice was so deep, it seemed to rumble with power. “Vertise will be joining my club and jogging with us from now on. And you don’t 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!” What was gong on?

But my husband just turned and wave. “Have fun with your club, Vertise.”

“You don’t care this peckerwood wants to fuck your wife?” There was something so strange going on. I had heard about something like this. It was familiar. I felt it was right on the tip of my tongue. Damn, I needed to pay more attention to the news.

Ernard shouted back, confused, “Why would I? I hope you have a good time.”

“Hey, Ernard,” the crazy peckerwood shouted. “Have you ever fucked your wife’s ass?”

“No!”

Of course my husband hadn’t, that was nasty. Plus, my suddenly wimp of a husband had a big cock. I would hate to feel that monster up my booty.

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

“Hell yeah, man!”

“Ernard, the hell’s gotten into you? Ernard! Stop jogging! This isn’t funny, Ernard!” But my suddenly cowed of a husband, scared 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. I’m Mark.”

My eyes widened. I stood before Mark Glassner the terrorist. Everything made sense now. He must have gassed my husband. “You’re the terrorist.”

“I’m not a terrorist,” he said, waving dismissively. I believed him. “That’s Madeleine,” he pointed at the blonde, “Anastasia,” the black-haired woman, “Issy,” the young woman with green hair, “and Belinda and her daughter Cassie.” I could see the resemblance between the last two women. They were beautiful and could almost be sisters instead of mother and daughter.

Mark Glassner looked me over, a big grin on his lips. “From now on, you’re my jogging slut. And what does a jogging slut do, Issy?”

“Lets Mark fuck her cunt whenever he wants,” the green-haired girl answered with a smile.

“I bet you’re just itching to feel my cock, aren’t you, Vertise?”

“I…” Fuck, I was. My cunt ached at the thought of his cock plunging inside me and juices flooded my panties. “I am.”

“Strip, and welcome to the Naked Jogging Club,” Mark grinned. “You want nothing more than to please me and enjoy jogging naked. You get off baring all.”

“Of course,” I gasped and pulled off my tanktop. Then peeled down 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.

“Mmm, I love the smell of cunt,” he sighed, then squeezed my plump. “You’re getting wet just thinking about my cock reaming your tight ass. When you get home, you’re going to let Ernard fuck your ass, too. You’ll be a good, slutty wife for him from now on, won’t you, slut?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

I so wanted my husband’s 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 Ernard had always wanted to fuck my ass, and from now I would be the best, sluttiest wife for him. He would get to fuck my ass whenever he wanted.

But right now, I burned to have another cock fuck my ass.

“Yes, fuck my ass, Mark! Get me all ready for my husband’s giant cock!” I shook my booty for Mark, letting him see it jiggle as his cock brushed against my cheeks.

Mark slapped my ass. “Let’s get jogging ladies!”

As we jogged, I got to know the other ladies. Anastasia had a husband waiting for her to get home so she could cook him breakfast wearing only an apron. “And, if I’m lucky, he’ll just bend me over the table and fuck me good and hard,” she giggled wickedly.

Madeleine bemoaned her own husband leaving her. “If only I had been a slut for him, then maybe he wouldn’t have needed that whore of a secretary.”

The Blackwoods, Cassie and Belinda, happily told me all about how they were sluts for Oscar, Belinda’s husband and Cassie’s dad. “He takes charge of us when we get home,” Belinda happily said.

Cassie eagerly piped in, “Yesterday, he bought matching, slutty nurse’s costumes for us, and we had to give him a sponge bath. It was so much fun, especially washing his cock.” Cassie leaned in and gave me a conspiratorial whisper. “I used my pussy for that.”

“Of course you did, sweetie,” I laughed.

“My parents are just happy I’m 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 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 don’t leave your mom out. That can be just as fun!” The green-haired 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.”

I wished I had a grown-up daughter to fuck.

When we reached Mountain View Court, a residential street off busy Shaw Road, Mark grabbed my arm, stopping me. “God, I can’t wait any longer. I need to fuck that juicy ass!”

I couldn’t wait any longer either. My cunt was dripping and aching to be fucked. Jogging down the street with all the cars watching us and the people filming us had been so hot. Mark even had supporters holding up signs, cheering him on.

And I was with him. It was so hot. I was such a lucky woman.

“Yes, please, fuck me now,” I begged. I didn’t care that we were outside, and I didn’t care that cars were driving by, honking loudly. Let everyone see me be a slut for Mark.

“Bend your ass over that sign,” Mark commanded, giving me a hard slap.

It was a granite sign carved to read, “Mountain View Estates.” I sauntered over to it, shaking my ass. I was so excited to be fucked up the ass in public. I lay my belly on the stone, ignoring the chill.

“Come fuck my ass,” I moaned, shaking my booty at Mark.

“Anastasia, eat her ass out. Get her ready for my cock.”

“Yes, Mark,” purred the black-haired beauty.

A tremble ran through me as Anastasia swayed towards me. She had a graceful beauty and her Slavic face had an angelica smile gracing it. My pussy clenched as she drew closer, my body trembling in excitement.

Cars honked as they passed. Across the street, the Mark Glassner fan club cheered.

Anastasia’s gentle hands spread open the cheeks my booty. Her breath washed across my sphincter as she leaned in. My toes curled in anticipation of her tongue rimming my asshole. I had never done anything like this before. I had a couple girl-on-girl encounters in college, but none of them ever touched my asshole.

“Oh, shit,” I gasped as her tongue swirled about my asshole. It was so fucking nasty, I loved every minute of it as the pleasure raced through my body. Anastasia moaned in delight as she wiggled her tongue into my depths.

“Tongue her ass,” Mark groaned.

“Why don’t we have a nice sixty-nine, Cassie,” Madeleine purred, pressing her body against Cassie’s lithe, youthful figure.

“I’d love that, Mrs. Rowe,” Cassie answered, pulling Madeleine down on top of her.

My asshole clenched as I watched Madeleine bury her lips into Cassie’s barely legal pussy. They had no inhibitions. Like me, they had been freed from morality by Mark. My pussy clenched in delight as I watched them, Anastasia’s tongue swirling through my bowels.

Mark pressed Belinda to her feet. The MILF sucked his cock into her mouth with a hungry moan, bobbing her head as her hands played with Mark’s cock. Mark groaned as he stared at me, his blue eyes so intense.

I moaned and clenched my asshole about Anastasia’s exploring tongue.

Issy stepped up before me, her shaved cunt right in front of my lips. “Like my shaved pussy, Miss Vertise?” Issy asked. “Mom shaved it for me last night so I’d be more appealing to Mark. She’s the best mom in the world.”

“It’s a pretty pussy,” I groaned. My juices dripped down my thighs. I was so eager for Mark’s cock.

“Would you like to lick me?” Issy asked.

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

Issy had a fresh, tart flavor that melted on my tongue. I ran my tongue through her cunt’s soft folds. Talia, my dormmate during my junior year at college, taught me how to eat a woman’s pussy out. It all came flooding back to me as I tongued Issy’s teenage pussy.

“Oh, yes, Miss Vertise,” Issy moaned appreciatively as I ate her out. Her hands gripped my hair as she humped her hips and rubbed her tasty snatch all over my face.

I moaned as Anastasia slipped two fingers into my snatch. She fingered me slowly, her tongue probing so deep into my pussy. My toes curled as I rocked against her hungry mouth and her wonderful fingers.

“You have a tasty ass,” Anastasia murmured, pulling her fingers out of my cunt. “Time to lube you up for Mark.

“Yes,” I groaned as her finger, slicked with my cunt’s juices, pressed against my asshole.

Anastasia wiggled her fingers and slid into my asshole, pushing past the tight ring of my sphincter. She slowly fucked her finger in and out of my ass, letting me get used to the strange intrusion. Naughty pleasure tingled out of my ass, gathering into my pussy.

I shuddered and groaned into Issy’s pussy. Anastasia’s other hand gently played with my clit, rolling the sensitive nub between her fingers. I tongued Issy’s pussy faster, swirling through all her folds and up to her little clit.

I sucked her nub into my mouth.

“Yes, Miss Vertise,” the young woman gasped, her small breasts jiggling. “Make me cum! I love it! Everyone is watching us be naughty! We’re such sluts.”

We were.

A second finger slipped into my ass. Anastasia reamed my asshole faster and faster. Her tongue lapped at my cunt and my orgasm built in my depths. My bowels clenched on her thrusting fingers as I rocked on the sign.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Issy gasping and moaning above me, her hips bucking as she came sweetly on my tongue, flooding my lips with her delicious juices.

“Oh, thank you, Miss Vertise,” she panted, kneeling down and then she kissed me on the lips, her tongue feasting on her juices on my face. “Mmm, I taste good, don’t I?”

“Yes you do, boo!” I moaned. I was getting so close to cumming. “Anastasia, oh, yes, keep doing that. I’m going to cum, you nasty slut!”

My ass clenched on her probing fingers as electricity ran through my body. It burst out of my pussy in waves, I moaned loudly as the orgasm burst through my body. The watching people cheered and flashed pictures, immortalizing my first public orgasm.

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. I wiggled my booty, hoping to entice her back in.

“She’s all ready, Mark,” Anastasia proudly said.

“Good,” Mark groaned.

“Yes, fuck my Black booty,” I moaned, my asshole tingling.

“Mmm, don’t swallow it all, Belinda,” grinned Mark. “Let Vertise get a taste.”

A taste of what?

Belinda walked over and sticky cum glistened white on her red lips.

“Come kiss me!” I moaned. “Share his cum with me.”

The MILF smiled as she leaned over and planted a hot kiss on my lips. Her tongue thrust into my mouth, covered in Mark’s salty cum. I wrestled with her tongue, savoring Mark’s jizz. We snowballed his cum back and forth, both of us moaning in delight.

Footsteps crunched behind me. A cock brushed my ass and I shook my booty, eager to be fucked by Mark’s dick.

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 answered eagerly, kneeling down and diving into Belinda’s shaved cunt.

“Fuck my black booty,” I moaned, shaking my ass at Mark and letting my cheeks jiggle.

“You fucking asked for it, slut!” growled Mark.

His cock slammed into my pussy-lubed, finger-stretched ass hard. I gasped in pain and surprise as he invaded my asshole. His dick was deep inside me and his balls slapped into my taint. Then he pulled back and slammed back in.

“Relax, honey. That’ll make it easier,” Belinda told me.

I relaxed my asshole, letting Mark invade me over and over. The pain faded and pleasure replaced it.

“There, isn’t that better?”

“Yes. Thanks, Belinda,” I groaned.

Mark’s cock pounded my ass, my cheeks jiggling every time he plowed into me. He groaned as he fucked me, his hands gripping my hips. The pleasure shuddered through me and my hips rotated and twisted, matching his thrusts.

I wanted Mark to have an amazing fuck.

“Oh, yes, ream my ass!” I moaned. I always loved to talk filthy in bed. “Fuck me, stud! Fuck me hard! Yes, yes, you feel fucking amazing in me, stud! Mmm, getting fucked up the ass is fuckin’ amazing! Oh yes, I’m a nasty anal slut!”

“God, you got a tight ass, Vertise,” Mark moaned. “Your ass jiggles every time I slam into you.”

“You like my Black booty?” I moaned. “Of course you do. Every guy likes a Black girl’s big booty! Everyone likes little junk in the trunk!”

“Only booty better is my Mary’s,” Mark groaned. I didn’t know who this Mary was, but Mark was right. I had the second best booty in the world. “Fuck, your ass is tight, slut! I’m gonna cream it good, leave a nice, big load in there for your hubby to enjoy when he fucks your ass!”

I couldn’t believe how excited getting fucked up the ass was. I was one nasty slut, and loving every minute of it. Every car that honked and every person that saw just how much of a slut I was for Mark made my cum grow closer and closer. Mark’s reaming cock felt amazing.

I looked out at them, my face twisted in pleasure as I screamed. The girls across the street all held signs begging Mark to choose them as they clapped and yelled. They wanted what I was getting. I was hot enough to be Mark’s.

But not them.

“You’re making me cum, stud!” I moaned to the girls across the street, showing off as my orgasm built. “Yes, yes, yes! Harder! Fuck my nasty booty harder! Yes!”

I screamed out as my orgasm crashed through me. My ass clenched on his cock, milking his dick. I needed that load up my ass. I was going to need all the lube I could get up my ass to let my husband’s big cock fit up there.

The pleasure hammered my mind. The girls across the street cheered me on. They clapped and howled as my ass writhed around Mark’s hammering cock. My tits jiggled and I threw back my head and roared, “Cum in my ass.”

“Slut!” Mark growled. “You’re my fucking slut. You’ll let me cum in your ass whenever I want.”

“Yes, yes! Please, cum in me!”

Mark growled and slammed into me.

Mark did not disappoint me with his cum. I felt like I had a gallon of his jizz sloshing around inside me when I got home. Ernard was waiting, eager to fuck my ass. I pulled down my sticky jogging shorts and presented my well fucked ass to my husband.

“Fuck me, Ernard,” I moaned.

“Baby,” Ernard groaned as he slammed his thick dick into my ass. Mark’s cum lubed the way, and my husband stretched my poor, tiny asshole as he fucked me hard.

God, I had turned into such a nasty anal slut. And there was no going back. Mark made me a slut, and I loved every second of it. I couldn’t wait for Monday and our next jogging club meeting.

To be continued…

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