Jenn pounded her knuckles against the leather bindings on her steering wheel.She held her key set to her lips. The familiar brassy smell comforted her. "Please work. Please work." She cried out, as she tried to start her car again. The engine seemed to turn over, but the car wouldn't start.
The leather seat of Jenn's Toyota was sticky with sweat . She was starting to panic. Her phone was dead and it was getting late. Her husband was going to be pissed at her. They were under some financial stress and a broken car was only going to make the tension between them worse. She didn't want to call him. She could already hear her husband's condescending tone. She decided to distract herself with a cigarette.
Jenn could see the steam rising from the concrete when she opened her car door and put one black stiletto heel to the hot ground. Seeing no one around, she spread her legs in the polka dotted mini skirt as she reached in her backseat for her cigarettes. Her inner thighs were soaked with sweat. She leaned against her car as she smoked a menthol light and looked at the dilapidated neighborhood that surrounded her. Jenn was on her way home from work as a elementary school math teacher at a good prep school on the other side of the city. Unfortunately for her, she had to drive through some seedy neighborhoods between the school and her home in the outskirts of the city. Now she found herself in the neighborhood ironically called Heaven, a neighborhood known for gangs, drug problems and violence. The sidewalks and streets were edged with garbage. It smelled like sewage in the hot late summer heat.
She was taking the last drag of her cig when she noticed two thuggish men staring at her from across the street. She turned the other way. Twenty-five year old Jenn was used to male attention, and ignored most of it. She had a pretty face with big blue eyes and long eyelashes. Her lips were large and defined. She had long, straight blonde hair that she wore down past her shoulders most of the time. She was short, maybe 5'2", and petite. She made up for her size by wearing high heels and short skirts. Short skirts that molded to her perfectly sculpted bubble butt. For as tiny as she was, Jenn had swollen breasts, around 36 C , that seemed to peek out of all her tops. Men couldn't help but stare. There was something so arousingly sensual about Jenn that was impossible to ignore.
The two thugs were still staring at her. She felt their eyes on her crotch and her tits, hungry for her. She straightened herself up, pulling down her short skirt. She was frightened. She started to run through the darkest of scenarios in her brain. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another man was walking up to her. He was in his mid thirties. He was dressed nicely, looked well groomed and polite. He was going to rescue her.
"What do you have little lady, car troubles?"
"Yes, and my phone is dead. Thank you so much for coming over to help."
"No problem. I don't have my phone on me either. It's charging on my kitchen table."
His eyes were kind. She felt safer.
"But my house is just around the corner. You can come in and use it." he said, pointing to the end house.
She wasn't comfortable with going into his house. She frantically skimmed through her brain for an idea.
"Let me see your phone," he said as he grabbed at the phone in her hand. "It looks like we use the same charger," he said before she came up with an argument. "Come with me. We will get you in touch with someone. This isn't the best neighborhood after dark. We got a lot of punks running around."
"Well thank you, sir. I really appreciate it. My husband is going to be worried." She emphasized the word husband so this stranger would know she didn't want any funny business. "What's your name? My name is Jenn."
"Jenn, I'm David. Pleased to meet you."
She followed him past three row houses. His house was clean looking. It needed a paint job, but there were far worse looking houses in this neighborhood. The grass was cut. There wasn't trash in the yard. She felt a little more at ease.
He opened the door. She stepped in and immediately felt a sense of dread. The house smelled like wet dogs and burning incense covering up a skunky weed smell. There were three young men sitting on a dirty old couch. Their eyes lit up. She made eye contact now with David. She suddenly knew he was going to devour her.
"I...I have to go. Thank you." She tried to escape to the front door. The fattest of the three young men moved quickly to put his huge body against her tiny frame and the door. His lips moved into a smirk as he moved his body closer to her, intimidating her. He looked to David for instruction.
"Oh baby doll, you aren't gonna go anywhere right now. You are going to work on letting that sweet beautiful ass that the gods gave you be less tight and stuck up. Now come on."
David wasn't so nice now as he tugged on her arms. She cried out as he lifted her up by her armpits. His rough hands were edging her breasts. The guy that guarded the door picked up her feet. She kicked at him as hard as she could. He was stronger than her and mockingly laughed at her fight.
They carried her to the kitchen. The kitchen was bare. One of the walls had a large hole in it from water damage. The room smelled like rotten food. They threw her onto the filthy rust-colored linoleum floor. The two other guys from the couch had followed into the kitchen. She sensed their eagerness. All four of these strange big men were ready to use her. She knew she couldn't scream. She was stuck and alone.
"You know what, pretty rabbit? I didn't think you were very smart, but you are a lot smarter than I thought. You knew not to scream. And that running and kicking thing you just did? Well I think that's instinct. But now you know you are gonna like this. We are gonna like this. Its gonna be a real fun time."
David moved closer to her and grabbed her long blonde hair in his hand. He gripped it hard and pulled on it, forcing her up on her feet. He brought her lips to his face and kissed her on the lips. He smothered her with his lips. His tongue was very wet as he prodded it around her mouth opening it and chewing on her lips. She cried out in disgust. He laughed.
"You won't be disgusted for very long, baby. Now turn around. Let us see what you got." He twisted her around in a circle so the other guys could see her.
"She is real sweet. We picked us a real sweet peach. She is gonna be a real lot of fun for a Tuesday."
He reached out to pinch her nipple through her tight, fitted shirt. She winced. "See, they're hard. I knew she liked this. Call for the other boys. They will want a piece of this."
The bald thug in the flannel snapped a photo of her with his phone. "I can't wait to tear up that ass," he said as he smiled at his phone.
Two of the men held her arms as David reached out and grabbed at her shirt. He ripped off the light fabric with ease. She stood there, her big breasts bouncing in a lacey black bra.
"Yeah, let's see these tits," one of the guys moaned. David ran a finger over her breast now, stopping at her bra. He yanked harder now, ripping the expensive bra in two. Her tits were bare to the strange thugs. Her dark pink nipples were hard and yearning to be touched. David reached with his big palm and grasped them. He caressed them with rough hands.
"You boys want a feel?"
They looked at her eagerly and each grabbed at a breast. The fat one didn't hesitate to put it in his mouth, sucking around the areola. He circled her nipple, teasing her, before taking it all into his mouth. He sucked hard, like he was trying to feed from her. He gradually sucked harder, before using his teeth to bite her nipple. She winced again.
The bald headed thug had taken to slapping at her breast. Back and forth. He seemed to enjoy watching the sensitive nude skin flop up and down. He liked the feverish red marks that he was leaving on her breasts.
"Myself, I like the tits, but it's the ass for me. Turn her around, I want the ass," David said.
The men turned her around. David could see her tight, round butt now. Two perky cheeks. He couldn't wait to see what kind of underwear she was wearing. He grabbed at her skirt, pulling it up to reveal a lacy black thong.
"Look at that ass! Look at that incredible smooth ass! I want to eat Thanksgiving dinner off of this ass, it's so beautiful!"
He put his hands around her, pushing her ass to his groin. For the first time, she felt his hard dick ready to destroy her. He grinded his dick on her ass cheeks before he pulled back. She held her breath in fear of what he was going to do next. And then she heard the thong rip. It was the last thread of fiber that kept her from being these thugs' rag doll.
She noticed the third man from the couch. The quiet, almost attractive one in the wife beater was looking at her. He had been watching the whole time. He licked his lips. His hand was on his noticeably hard dick. He moved toward her, making eye contact. He stood in front of her now. He took three long fingers and he shoved them into her wet pussy. He moved his fingers in and out with force. She had never been fingered this way.
"Ohh. Ahh," she cried as the two men still were having their way with her breasts.
"How does that puss feel, Rusty?"
