Boys who grew up with her would tell you that Jenny Marie Stephens would not be the first girl in the room that you would notice. Growing up, she was not the eye catcher that a number of others were. At a school dance, she would be one of the last girls taken. She was tall for her age, kind of knock-kneed, skinny, flat chested, thick glasses, and a bit stoop shouldered. Her teeth were a little crooked and her nose was a thin, slightly crooked one. To say she was not popular was an understatement.
But she was fast. Her freshmen year she won the cross country regional meet and almost beat the best time in the state. She was from a small town in western Kansas. The best times were usually the 6A schools with the best track programs. She was too timid to accept the top Big 12 scholarships that were offered. She went to a smaller state college where she felt more comfortable.
While in college, she had braces and her teeth were straightened. The long hours of running improved her posture and self confidence. Her breasts never developed spectacularly. She looked more like Blanka Vlasic, from Croatia, whom she met in international competition. Her breasts were medium melon sized. They didn't stretch her thin t-shirts, but they weren't puny either. She didn't wear a bra when she ran, because it restricted her breathing.
Purple Magazine had some pictures a writer had inadvertently taken of her during a meet. They were black and white. She was walking back to her travel bag after finishing the 3200meter race. She was soaked, no bra, and her spikes were slung over her back. Her incredibly long pink nipples were almost transparent and poking through her thin, wet track shirt. She was exhausted and her face was gaunt. She had been caught breathing in, and the nipples were magnificent. Her long reddish brown French braid hung down her back. She had the tight skimpy track outfit that Blanka and so many others wear. Her by now long-legged, well toned body and bronze tan were spectacular.
There is something spectacular about a woman who is not at first glance the classic beauty. It takes a double or triple take to realize you may have missed something. Susan Aniston has that look. You have to have been looking at her for a while before you are infatuated with her, whereas Courtney Cox is the one you notice right away.
Jenny was always a bit of a wallflower, and had never been very popular with the boys. When she got out of college, she married one of her teachers. She didn't have that much contact with men, and married almost the first one that asked. He had been much older and a bit of a geek. They lived out and away from the main part of the college town.
They had a daughter, and through the years, eventually bought a small farm within a short drive from Joe's work. Their daughter, Stephanie, was quite a bit like her mother; a clone, actually. She was tall, slender, athletic and timid; until she became a teenager. Through high school, she became more and more rebellious, coloring her hair, wearing provocative clothes, and dating men that were age inappropriate.
During the summer before she was to go to college, she was scheduled to go to Denmark with her grandmother to fix her summer house in Copenhagen. She was taking some classes in Danish and was going to be gone most of the summer.
That seemed to be where everything turned to shit. She had taken a job as a hostess at a nice local restaurant during her senior year; working weekends for spending and gas money. One day, about twelve motorcycles roared up to their house on Saturday afternoon. Stephanie was wearing her blue denim jacket, short, short denim Levi's and long lumberjack boots. The grey socks were turned up and over the tops of the boots, which stopped just below her knees. Her long reddish brown braid had been flapping in the wind.
"Fuck the trip to Denmark, mom. I'm going to LA with my boyfriend, Conrad. Jenny had been so shocked by the turn of events, that she had almost failed to realize who she had been riding with. He was a gargantuan black man; about 6'-6" tall. He was pretty much bare chested under the sleeveless blue denim vest. He had no fat and his muscles rippled down his abdomen; shimmering from the sweat of a typical Kansas summer day during wheat harvest.
Jenny was crushed at the news. This naive young girl was going to throw away her future, maybe even get pregnant, running around with this much older savage on a motorcycle. How would the rest of these older men treat her?
Jenny fought with her emotions as she struggled to make some sense of everything and struggled to find a way out of all of this as she stumbled around the house. She invited them all in for supper. Actually, they had several cedar picnic tables in the back which was shaded by several large oak trees. She rushed around and fished several bags of bratwurst from the freezer in the basement and put them in the microwave to thaw out.
Her husband took her into town for some last minute shopping. The trip to Denmark had already been scheduled. The tickets had been purchased months ago. Jenny still clung to the hope that she could still get her daughter to go. She was supposed to go to her grandmother's for the weekend, but that seemed to be up in the air now.
Jenny struggled frantically for ideas. Finally she came up with the only one she could think of. While the bratwurst was on the grille, she went upstairs to change. It was her only idea, and a desperate one.
When she came downstairs, she was wearing one of her daughter's gray, button front dresses. It hit her at mid thigh. The dark brown high heeled boots hit her just below her knees. The brushed leather boots zipped up the sides. The top was sleeveless and scooped low. It was very uncharacteristic for Jenny to put on any of her daughter's clothes, because they were so diametrically different. The shy middle aged woman could hardly have ever imagined herself like this, but she was desperate as she stood in front of the hall mirror and put on some of her daughter's guard's red bright lipstick.
When Jenny came out into the back yard carrying the Tupperware bowl of potato salad and a fork to turn the bratwurst, she looked like a New York model. She wobbled a little on the high heel shoes. She put the potato salad on the table and turned to Conrad.
"Conrad, I do not want my daughter going across the country with you. I cannot stand the thought of her getting pregnant. You will dump her and we will be taking care of a baby. I do not want her taking drugs. I do not want her to jeopardize her career by missing college. You have had your chance at life. Let her have hers."
Conrad was silent, but he had a smirk on his face he tried not to show. "Why should I listen to you. Your daughter is a fairly nice looking young girl. I will be infatuated with her for quite a while; maybe even a long time. She knows I am not in love with her. She will eventually get over all of this. You can have her back then.
Jenny made her offer. It was the only thing she could think of. "Conrad, if you can talk her into staying, I will go with you. I will do whatever you want to do. I will be your girlfriend until you are tired of me."
Conrad was quiet. He turned to his friends. They all grinned. They might be able to take her, then come back later and still have Stephanie. Nothing was said, of course. Maybe this would end up being a two-for-one thing; eventually.
"I think you're on, Mrs. Stephens. But Stephanie and your husband are coming back soon and you are going to have to do a better job of convincing me." He said as he turned away from the picnic table. He turned and moved his legs out from under the picnic table. His octopus-tentacle long arm reached out and snaked around Jenny's waist and guided her around to stand between his splayed legs.
"You are going to have to do something to convince me I should take you instead of your daughter. After all one in the hand is worth two ... bushes, as they say." Conrad grinned as his the index finger toyed with the loose flap of her hem.
Jenny struggled to keep calm. She had to do it. She was desperate. She looked around at the eager savages that were watching her. "Can't we go somewhere else away from the rest of them?" she mewed.
"Certainly not. It's all for one; and one for all as they say."
Jenny had not counted on this. She struggled for a long time as she stood there with his hand toying with her hem.
Slowly, Jenny reached for the top button. She unbuttoned one. It was the hardest. It was a signal to all that she had surrendered. Her arms got heavier and heavier as she moved down the dress. Her eyes were open, but she was blinded by the tears forming in her eyes as she felt the wind catch the sides of her open dress.
Jenny stood there a while wondering if this was enough. His cold stare told her it wasn't. Jenny arched her back, reached up to her shoulders and slid the garment off of her and pulled it around in front for cover. Conrad reached out; palm up for it. Trying to procrastinate, Jenny began folding it; meticulously; fighting for time.
Jenny handed it to him. He never broke eye contact with her as he laid it on the bench beside him.
Jenny stood there but tried to cross her arms in front of her; one hand over her crotch and one across her breasts. It didn't do much good. Her panties and bra were made of the thin, sheer stretch fabric used for pantyhose. She had not kept up with the latest trends of padded bras with wire supports at the bottom. She did not run around the house dressed for company. It was not her thing to dress up.
Conrad reached up and pulled her arms down. Jenny stood there, petrified. They could see her tanned, toned sleek body; practically naked in the sheer undergarments. Conrad had never seen such pink nipples that stuck so far out. Her breasts had no sag to them. Jenny reached up and took her wire frame spectacles off to wipe a tear off with the back of her hand.
About that time, they heard the truck turn into the gravel drive. Jenny reached down to grab her dress. She turned and ran to the house. She went back upstairs to change into what she had as her husband and daughter entered the house. When she came back down in her denim cutoffs and flowered sleeveless blouse and thong slippers, her daughter Stephanie was dishing up the potato salad and bratwurst.
Everything continued as nothing had happened.
"Steph, honey, your mother said you have the chance to go with your grandmother to Denmark for the summer. I think you should go for a while. You may never have a chance like this again. Your grandmother is in her eighties, as I understand. I will be waiting for you when you get back."
Jenny was elated; elated and crushed. She had gained some time for her daughter; a victory for her. She was crushed because now she had to find a way to back up her words. How would she handle this with her husband? Jenny was numb the rest of the afternoon and evening.
"Honey, I have to talk to you; soon. You need to take Stephanie over to my mother's this evening. My sister is going to drive them to the airport in the early in the morning. She is going to be gone for a while. I need to talk to you about a deal I made with these savages to leave Stephanie alone."
Joe didn't have a clue, but went upstairs to help Stephanie get her things. When Joe and Stephanie went down to get in the truck, Conrad was waiting. He stood by the truck and wrapped his arms around her, giving her a long passionate kiss. It was almost as much for Steph's mother as it was for the daughter. Conrad wanted to assure Jenny that he did indeed have absolute control over the young girl, and if she didn't come through, he could just make a call. Jenny watched as the couple stood there, Stephanie arching her head back with her arms up and over the much taller black man. She could see her daughter's tongue probing the older black man's mouth. Jenny cringed at all the thoughts screaming through her mind.
The men were still in the back yard when Joe returned. They had got their hands on some beer and were having a good time anticipating what was to come. Jenny rushed to meet her husband as he got out of the car.
"Joe, honey, I had to make a deal with them. I absolutely cannot bear to see Steph get pregnant if she runs away with them. They are going to ruin her life. I had to do something. I couldn't think of any other choice. She is old enough to make her own decisions. I can't control her."
"What are you talking about?" her husband asked.
"I had to make a deal; me for her."
About that time, she heard several of the men chanting: "Jenny ... Jenny ... Jenny ... Jenny." It started out uncoordinated, but became louder and louder. Jenny took her husband's hand and walked through the house to the back yard.
"Go back upstairs and show your husband how you look in your daughter's clothes." Conrad yelled. "don't come back her until you're dressed correctly"
Joe was a little stunned when Jenny reluctantly let go of his hand, turned and left. Joe was not comfortable sitting with these savages who were drinking beer. Instead, he gathered up the paper plates, and put them in the trash. He picked up whatever dishes were still out and took them to the kitchen. The only things left now were the empty beer cans. He got another plastic sack and began filling it with the empties. "Where did they get all this beer?" he wondered.
About that time he heard Stephanie's boots clicking down the stairs. He looked up to see his wife dressed in Stephanie's clothes. She was magnificent. He had never seen her look so spectacular. She had no make-up and no lipstick. His elation over how beautiful his wife now looked changed to concern. Why was she dressed like this? She never in her life had dressed this way.
"What the fuck is going on, honey?"
"It's okay, honey." Jenny replied nervously. "I told you I had to make a deal. I don't want Steph to go with them. I don't know of any other way. I'm going to go with Conrad. I am hoping he will flit off to another idea soon."
Joe turned and watched as Jenny opened the screen door and walked out the back to where the men were getting drunk. Slowly, he followed, not knowing quite what to expect.
"Okay, baby, show us what you got." Again, Jenny tried to take Conrad's hand and lead him away from the group.
"No way, baby. Remember; all for one and one for all. Besides, your hubby is going to wonder what's going on. He could be real trouble if he doesn't know."
Jenny had not counted on this. She hadn't counted on much of anything. She had not thought through much of anything. She leaned down and whispered something to Conrad. The thought for a moment and whispered something to several others. A couple of them got up, pulled out a knife and cut down part of the clothesline. It was a thin wire covered with plastic. They went over to Joe and tied him to a tree.
"What the fuck is going on, honey?" Joe screamed.
"It's okay, honey. I'm afraid somebody might get hurt. If you get mad I know you will do something. Then they might kill you." Jenny said as she stammered through the start of some tears.
"I have to go with them. I have offered to go with them in place of Stephanie. It's the only choice I could come up with."
"Just a fucking minute, Mrs. Stephens. I never said for sure. I said you are going to have to convince me first. You have to show me and my friends how you are a better deal than your daughter. You, your husband and I, all know your daughter will do it with me, but what about with my friends. The only way this is a better deal is if you are nice to all of us."
Jenny froze. So did her husband. Now it was becoming clearer to him. Jenny had promised to go away with the group in exchange for leaving their daughter alone. His blood chilled at the realization of what was happening.
He watched helplessly as Conrad spread his legs and pulled her towards him. He was outraged as he watched his wife slowly reach for a button. Without any resistance, she began to unbutton her dress.
Again, Jenny shrugged off the silk garment; folded it and placed it on the table. Now, the game continued from where it had left off before. "Next." Conrad whispered.
Jenny looked over at her husband, who was struggling against the plastic covered wire holding his hands to the tree behind him. "It's okay, honey. We can get through this." She said as she reached around behind her for the clasp on her bra. She tried to force a smile she did not have as she looked nervously between her husband and Conrad. She struggled with her emotions towards the two men. One she struggled to appease; one she struggled to comfort.
Jenny struggled with her bra. It was a reflex. The fine stretch material sprung away from her breasts as she struggled to hold it in place. It was a futile effort to cover herself. The transparent material hid nothing. It was more of an emotional barrier than visual. To the savage in front of her, it was a sign of capitulation. To her husband, it was an outrage that the woman he loved was baring herself to strangers.
Jenny let it fall away from her. She knew from the previous time to let her arms hang beside her. Jenny shivered at the realization she was now showing something she had rarely let anybody else see. Joe watched as her long pink nipples stiffened like an erection. Wrongly, he viewed it as excitement from his wife that caused these magnificent long nipples to look aroused. In reality, the woman was humiliated beyond words at the thought that this savage and the man she had loved for so long was watching.
Conrad put his hands over hers and guided them to the sides of her hips. Like a riding horse responding to a shift in the reins, Jenny knew what the next command was.
"It's okay, honey," she seemed to be whispering over to her husband as she put her thumbs between her hips and the flimsy briefs. Again, the sheer fabric hid nothing. Jenny had to lean forward to get the garmend down past her knees. She used one high heel boot against the other to get the fabric past her boots.
As she stood, her long reddish brown French braid and her breasts swayed in front of her. When she stood, she involuntarily crossed her hands in front of her; one across her breasts; one over her vagina. She struggled, to remember what he had asked her to do before. Slowly, the self-conscious woman dropped her hands to her sides to give everyone a better view. She struggled to keep her hands to her sides. For a while they would go up to her face, as though it was more important to block whatever visual contact she had with everybody. The humiliation of her husband watching was killing her.
Joe starred at her as well. For all the times they had made love in the dark, he had never seen her naked in broad daylight. Her bronzed complexion framed the alabaster, shape of her bikini outline. Her porcelain breasts further framed the coral pink nipples that jiggled and pointed straight out at a gravity defying angle.
Her vagina had not been shaved, had it? It looked more like it had been manicured. The pubic hair had no abrupt line of start or stop. There only seemed to be a small patch; thicker in the middle only to gradually fade off into a lighter color around the edges. It went from a thick curly matt in the middle to a soft fuzz like a Hawaiian fern. You could hardly tell she had any pubic hair around the edges. It was a soft thin downy texture that stopped well short of where her bikini would have ended.
However degraded or humiliated Jenny felt, the men were correspondingly excited and awed by her appearance. Joe had seen her all their married life in dowdy jeans or sweat pants. He had never seen her dressed or undressed like this. He struggled with his outrage and his excitement over his wife's predicament.
Jenny stood there, waiting for the next command. What would it be? It was quiet. The men had never seen such a splendid woman. She had the body of Shalom Harlow, who had been photographed in Purple Magazine. She toyed and fidgeted with her French braid. It was the only cover she had; but it was not quite long enough to cover her crotch. Her hair looked like Angela Lindvall, a Kansas City girl, who also had been photographed in Purple Magazine.
"Is she good at blowjobs, Mr. Stephens?" Conrad asked softly as he turned slightly in her husband's direction.
"You fucker. I will kill you if I ever get out of this." Her husband screamed. Jenny knew she had made the right decision to have ordered her husband restrained. They would have killed him.
One of the men got up from the picnic table, walked over to the tree and backhanded him savagely. It stunned him and almost knocked him out. "It's okay, honey. We'll get through this." Jenny whispered between sobs.
"She doesn't know what to do." The bound man stammered.
"Then you're going to have to tell her what to do." Conrad said with a slow smile.
"Jenny, honey, you need to pick out who you would like most to suck off first. If you can't make a decision, your husband will have to do it." One of the men walked over to Joe. "Make a fucking decision you pussy. Tell your wife who you want her to suck."
Joe was a bit of a chicken shit. He was a pussy. He was a dork. He didn't think he could take another hit like the last one. Besides, his wife had come up with this outrageous concoction of an idea. What was it to him if this was what she wanted to do? This was the last thing that she wanted to do actually, but she was doing it for the benefit of her husband and daughter. He just was too stupid to realize that right now.
Joe looked over the group with some empathy for the woman he loved. He made eye contact with the smallest man he could see. Actually he wasn't that little. Sitting next to the 6'-6" tall black savage, the guy looked much smaller than he was. He may have looked small next to Conrad, but he was still at least six feet tall. His body was a chiseled copy of an NFL free safety. There was no fat. He looked like he could easily play.
Joe looked at the man and nodded. That was it. Conrad saw it and Jenny saw it.
"Tell us, you shrimp dick."
Joe cleared his throat. He struggled to find his voice. "Jenny, honey, I want you to ... to ... s ... s ... suck that guy." It was as humiliating to Joe to say it as it was for Jenny to hear it. Basically, he had told her to suck another guy's dick. He was ordering her to do something she had refused to do even for him. The words were like a hammer and almost knocked her to her knees.
"It's okay, honey. I can get through this." Jenny looked down at the man, then sadly over at her husband. A few moments ago, she didn't think there could be anything more humiliating than to bare herself to a stranger. Now she had found it. Her husband had ordered her to suck another man's dick. Surely this was the bottom of her life.
The men talked quietly and then stood. They moved the picnic table so that it was sideways to Joe and right in front of his view. The man she had picked, Ben, moved to the end of the table and sat on the end. Somebody moved an oak captain's chair in front of him. Conrad guided Jenny over to stand in front of Ben. Ben peeled his shirt off over his head. He used one foot to kick the boot off of the other; then the free foot to remove the other boot. Jenny was sitting in Conrad' lap facing Ben. She watched sadly as Ben removed his clothes. He was looking back and forth at Joe then Jenny; flaunting himself. He was going to show off his attributes that he was most proud of. He may have been shorter than some of the giants in his group, but not by any means less endowed.
Joe had picked him because he felt this man would do the least damage. He was wrong. As Ben hooked his thumbs into the sides of his jeans, he stood facing Jenny with a contemptuous look. As he slide the jeans down, the creature swung free. It must have heard the conversation. It swung out and up; swaying slowly from side to side searching for her. It wasn't fully erect yet; but seemed to perk up when it spotted Jenny.
She covered her face with her hands in shock when she saw the size she knew wasn't done. The opening in the end seemed to be swaying as if trying to cut off her exit, should she try to escape. It seemed to bob a little, as if sizing her up. The monster surely was alive. It seemed to be panting in anticipation of burying itself into her warm, moist mouth. It seemed hypnotized by the guard's red opening. She knew it was panting because it seemed to open and close as if breathing. It seemed to be slobbering a slick, milky forked tongue out the end of it. She recognized the male smell, like one recognizes liniment in a men's locker room.
Conrad had her in his lap. He had removed his clothes also. She could feel the massive tree trunk between her legs; throbbing and peeking out from between hers. He moved one hand to cup her breast and roll her nipple; more for her husband's enjoyment than Conrad's. Joe could see the man's other hand go down between her legs.