Chapter 13

Jenny Thomas sat on the living room couch with her legs drawn up beneath her and her head resting on Alan's chest. They sat there snuggled together, watching television.

"Did you have fun last night at Sarah's?" asked Jenny.

"Sure, I guess so," answered Alan. "Didn't you?"

"I don't know," she said. "We've been going there every week for a month.

At first, it was a lot of fun, but now it bores me. I get tired of the same people fucking me every week. I'd rather meet different people. I want to be able to fuck whomever I want, whenever I want. Do you hate me for saying that? Does it bother you to have a wife who wants to fuck other men?"

"I don't hate you at all," said Alan, kissing her on the cheek. "I love you as much now as I ever have. If you want to have an open marriage and be able to fuck other people, then it's all right with me. I would rather share you with other men than lose you forever.

Besides, I like watching other men fuck you." He smiled as he spoke and gave her a reassuring hug.

"Thank you for understanding," she said. "I'd like to drop out of Sarah's group. I don't like it anymore. I want to be able to fuck at every opportunity, and, if you want to watch, it's okay with me."

She settled her head into his chest again and fixed her eyes on the television, but thoughts were racing through her head. She wondered why she was this way, why she needed so many different men. She was fortunate to have a husband like Alan, someone who understood. Most men would divorce a wife who wanted to fuck other men. She thought back in time to when she was a young teenager.

She had been a happy kid with long, golden hair. She had blossomed early in life, and her tits and ass were as shapely as any eighteen-year-old's. Her long, slim legs and sensual eyes and mouth had further enhanced her beauty.

Besides her physical charms, she also had been a brilliant student and very popular in school. This popularity may have been the cause of her present condition.

Although she was a virgin, she had a couple of boyfriends with whom she was very close.

They often visited her at home and hung around her after school, making her stepfather very nervous. Her real father had died when she was a baby. Her stepfather was always accusing her of fucking them and of being a no-good tramp. This hurt her deeply, but, although she knew his accusations were untrue, her love for her stepfather never faltered. She had loved him as much as she had loved her mother, who never had an unkind word for anyone.

On one particular night, she had planned to go to a movie with one of her boyfriends, whom she had known for only one week. Her father had voiced his usual objections, but with her mother's blessing, she went out with the boy.

His name was Bob, and he took her to see the movie as he had promised, holding her hand through the entire show.

They walked home, hand in hand, after the show. Halfway to her house, he stopped and turned down a side street.

"Where are we going?" she had asked.

"I live on this block," he told her. "I didn't think you would mind if we stopped at my house for a bite to eat. I'll walk you home later. I promise.

"Sure," she said. "I guess it'll be okay." She trusted this boy fully, and she went with him into his house.

It was a clean, well-kept place, with long drapes over the windows and new, modern furniture. They went straight into the kitchen and fixed sandwiches and drinks.

"Let's go down into the basement and watch television while we eat," suggested Bob. So she followed him down into the basement, carrying her food. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, someone grabbed her by the arm and flung her to the floor and her food went flying across the room.

Dazed, she looked up and saw Bob, standing beside three other boys, laughing at her. The fall had caused her dress to fly up above her waist, thus exposing her tiny panties and her smooth, creamy thighs.

"What's going on?" she had demanded. "Who are you?" She pulled her dress down and stood up, frightened.

"These are my friends," Bob had told her, "They didn't believe me when I told them about you. They still don't believe how young you are. And they also don't believe that you're a virgin."

Jenny remembered looking at their hungry faces. Although Jenny knew that

Bob was only a year older than she was, she was positive that those other boys must have been high school seniors at least. She remembered glancing around the basement and seeing no television but, instead, a large, bare mattress lying on the floor. This scared her and she made a dash for the stairway. A strong hand reached out and grabbed her by the dress, ripping ft down the front and exposing her firm, braless tits. The harder she struggled to get free, the more the dress tore until, practically, her whole body was bared to the boys' eyes. Finally, totally exhausted, she accepted her fate.

The boys removed her torn dress and carried her to the mattress. Holding her down, they pulled off her panties and took turns smelling them.

"Please don't hurt me!" she begged them. They removed their own clothes, revealing their young, hairy bodies and their long, erect cocks, and began caressing and kissing her pink nipples and her soft inner thighs.

Then the tallest of them, a muscular, shorthaired boy with big ears, told her: "We're going to fuck you, and you're going to suck our cocks, whether you want to or not and the sooner you let us, the sooner you can go home."

With that he forced her to her knees and, standing in front of her, forced his long thick cock into her unwilling mouth. At first she resisted, but the boy was too strong, and so she gave in to his desires. She sucked him with frenzy, wanting to get the whole shocking episode over with as soon as possible. In no time at all she had him coming inside her mouth and he collapsed to the floor, smiling. Then another boy replaced him and shoved his thick cock into her mouth. She licked the big prick like a lollipop and caressed it with her tongue until the screaming young boy shot his wad against the roof of her mouth and dropped to his knees. He was replaced by

Bob and the other boy, who stood in front of her together. She went from one to the other, back and forth, sucking and licking their throbbing cocks.

It had begun to be enjoyable to her by that time. She wanted only to run her lips over the hard cocks and feel the pulsating pricks against her cheeks. Finally, she took both boys' cocks into her mouth at the same time and sucked long and hard with outstretched lips.

With a piercing scream, they came, at the same time, and squirted their cockjuice down into her throat.

"WOWEEE! That fucking slut is one great cocksucker!" said Bob.

"Yes, she sure knew what she was doing. She sucked my cock like a pro," agreed the other boy.

With all four boys lying on the mattress, and herself kneeling beside them with jism all over her face, Jenny, afraid of what was to follow, thought desperately of escape. She struggled to her feet and started toward the stairway, but again a strong arm grabbed her and threw her backwards onto the mattress. This time when she landed, three of the boys held her down as the fourth shoved his cock into her virginal cunt.

A sharp cry escaped her lips as the boy's thick cock slid deeper into her tiny pussy. She kicked and struggled to break away, but the boys were too strong, and she had no choice but to submit to them once more.

It was the tall muscular boy again who first raped her. He shoved his long, thick dick into her smooth, young, pussy, fiercely moving it in and out of her tiny cunt with hard, fast strokes. The pain of his first thrust into her soon subsided and her young body began to respond to his movements. Pulling her tong legs up over his shoulders, he fucked her relentlessly until she was delirious. Her head shook from side to side, and her body writhed and thrashed over the mattress as he pounded her young pussy.