She was jerked up on her hands and knees and she felt a cock brushing against her lips.
A man slipped underneath her.
"What tits!" he said. She could feel his hands massaging her hanging titties. "What tits! I've got to get a little of her sweet pussy. Come on, baby. Hump me."
Jennifer moaned as she felt him thrusting up at her, trying to push his prick into her cunt.
She helped him. She sat down slowly so that his cockhead went between her cuntlips. She pushed down and his staff stretched her cunt entrance. He thrust hard and she felt his cock go all the way into her cunt. His balls rested against her.
She reached between her legs and fondled his hairy balls.
"Jesus," he groaned. "Ride me, cunt. Ride my cock. Ride meeeeee!"
She started bouncing up and down on his prick, loving the feeling of his cock filling her. This time she was only moments away from her climax. She could feel it building all through her body.
"God," she said. "God, it feels good. God, I'm going to come. I'm going to come. Aghhhh Jesussssssss!"
He kept slamming his cock into her as the explosions rocked her body. She felt good and relaxed as the trembling in her body stopped. But she wasn't going to be allowed to relax.
She heard Rena sobbing, "No, not again. I'm so tired. Just let me rest!"
And then her voice was muffled by something and Jennifer heard a man's rough laughter.
"Suck it, bitch!" he said. "Suck it good. Suck my cum right down your throat!"
Jennifer felt her asscheeks being parted. Hands explored the crack of her ass and her tiny anus. She felt bruised as a man shoved his finger into her ass up to his knuckle.
"That hurts," she moaned.
"I've got to fuck her sweet ass," the man said. "I like the way she bounces. I'm going to stick my cock right in her ass up to my balls."
"No," Jennifer said.
"Somebody shut her up," the man said. "Put a cock in her mouth!"
Jennifer opened her mouth and a man did as suggested. She felt a rubbery tasting cockhead being pushed into her mouth.
"God," a man said. "This feels fantastic. She's got a fucking sweet mouth!"
"Not like her ass," the other man said, "not at all like her ass, I've got to fuck that big beautiful ass!"
She felt the weight of another man's body against her back. She felt his cockhead being pressed snug against her anus, and she realized he was about to fuck her ass!
Three cocks! She was about to get fucked in every hole. It was hard to believe. She told herself she should have felt disgusted and sick. Yet, she felt the same tingling of excitement that had been in her before.
She had never been so brutally abused, and yet she had never enjoyed it so much.
She felt his big cock stretching her ass. He pushed harder and his cockhead popped into her ass.
"One more thrust, cunt," he said.
He shoved savagely and his cock went into her tightfitting ass up to his balls. It felt good to him. He pulled his cock out and slammed it back into her again. She groaned as she felt his cock coming out of her ass again.
"One more time, cunt," he said.
This time she felt his cock going into her stomach. It was a strange experience. He slammed his cock so deep into her that she was afraid he was going to tear her apart.
Then he started moving his cock in and out of her ass in gentle, deep strokes. His balls slapped lightly against her.
"God," a man said. "I can feel your cock. I can feel you when you're fucking her!"
All three men drove their cocks savagely into her as they grew more and more excited. She couldn't help but respond. She wanted them to use her. She wanted their big cocks savagely thrusting into her.
"Oh, Jesus," the man in her mouth cried. "Jesus, I'm coming! I'm going to come. I'm going to fill her fucking mouth: I'm going to commmmmme!"
She tasted his first spurt deep in her throat and she started to swallow quickly to keep from choking. Some of his jism spilled out of the corners of her mouth. She felt the two men in her cunt increasing their thrusting rhythm. Harder and harder they slammed their cocks into her.
"Fuck!" one cried. "Jesusss!"
She moaned as their cocks erupted into her pussy and ass. She felt exhausted. But the other men were hungry for their turns.
"No," she said weakly.
But they didn't stop.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jennifer became almost sick with shame as she opened her eyes the next morning. It was a good thing Tom was still away on a business trip. He would have known something terrible had happened if he'd seen her come in the night before.
How many men? Jennifer couldn't remember. She remembered that it seemed like hours before they were done with her. She remembered helping Rena to her feet, and helping her to get dressed.
She remembered the long drive to Rena's house and somehow getting the poor young girl inside.
Then Jennifer had returned home and into a hot tub. She'd scrubbed herself raw but she still didn't feel completely clean. What bothered her most was the feelings she'd had. She had acted like an aroused animal at times.
Even now she could taste cum on her tongue and she could feel those big cocks slamming into her.
"Oh, Christ," Jennifer said softly.
She slipped out of bed and wrapped a robe tightly around her.
She thought that a cup of hot coffee might make her feel better. She'd had three cups before the doorbell rang. She ignored the bell. She didn't want to talk to anybody, she didn't want to see anybody.
The bell kept ringing.
"Go away!" Jennifer yelled.
Whoever was at the door wasn't listening. The bell kept ringing until she couldn't ignore it any longer. She thought about putting on something else but the robe covered her important parts and she wasn't planning on talking long.
She carried her cup of coffee to the front door, and opened it. An elderly man stood there. She could see an old car parked at her curb.
"Yes," she said.
"Are you Mrs. Jennifer Wales?" he asked.
"You can read the mailbox," she said sharply. "What is it you want?"
He grinned at her and she didn't like it. She was in no mood to be grinned at by dirty old men. She started to slam the door shut but he put his foot against it.
"I think you'd better talk to me," he said.
"Come back later," she said.
"I think we'd better talk now," he said, "or maybe you'd like me to wait and talk to your husband. He might be interested in what movies you've been watching lately."
"Movies?" Jennifer questioned weakly. All of a sudden she was beginning to feel sicker. "What is this foolishness about movies? What do you want?"
"Invite me in for a cup of coffee," he said. "We have a lot to talk about."
Jennifer stepped back out of the man's way. She got back far enough, but she felt him intentionally brushing against her. She could smell beer on his breath, and his knee pushed some of the material of her robe closer to her thighs.
"You've got nothing on under that," he said.
"That's none of your business," she said.
He didn't get mad. He only grinned and went boldly into the kitchen. He was already pouring himself a cup of coffee by the time she got there.
"What do you want?" she asked again.
"Why, I'm just making myself at home," he said. "Just what you're afraid of. I'm going to help myself to your husband's coffee and your husband's food and your husband's wife!"
This was what she'd been afraid of since the man had walked into the house. She'd almost wanted him to ask for money. His asking for money wouldn't have made her feel any worse.
"You're filth," she said.
"Let's cut out the bullshit, baby," he said. For the first time he stopped grinning. He reached into his pocket and took out an identification tag. It was a tag Jennifer had always kept in her purse.