Jenny Finds Herself

In this chapter, things take a turn for the worse for poor Jenny, who finds people happy to exploit her innocence.

Part 1/2

Jenny opened her locker and hung up her bag. It was Friday, the last day of the first week of school. It was weird being in a new school after years of being abroad, followed by the freedom of summer, but she was getting into the swing of things well enough.

Unfortunately, things had turned a little awkward with Ben and Jon. Shortly after the game of strip Mario Kart and the ill-fated experiment with anal, one of the boys had gotten ahold of a box of condoms. Once sex became straight-forward and much less risky, it immediately became the only activity they were interested in. Since they were the only people she knew here, she was seeing them most days which meant she also ended up having sex, twice, almost every day. She didn't mind sex, but she really wasn't into either of them that way. She hoped she might find a graceful way out of this when the box ran out, but Jon just found another.

By the time summer was ending she was no longer counting the number of times she had done it. She knew she didn't want to keep this up, and the start of school provided a good opportunity. On the very last day of freedom she broke the news to them; she would have sex with each of them once more, and then they were done. Back to being friends. She wanted to find a steady boyfriend, anyway.

They hadn't taken it well. Ben had been sort of sad and pathetic, but Jon had been angry about it, like an entitled brat. She had seen them both in school since Monday, but they were avoiding her, and she was still pretty pissed at Jon anyway. She sighed. Stupid boys.

"Oh my god Jenny!"

She turned away from her locker to see her new friend Lauren standing there with an arm full of books and a scandalous grin.

"What?"

"I can't believe you!"

"Huh?" Jenny asked, looking at her friend in confusion. Lauren just rolled her eyes as she pulled out her phone and started tapping at the screen.

"It's bad enough you did it with both of them, but you let them take pictures too?!"

Jenny's mouth dropped open, and a feeling of dread washed over her.

It couldn't be.

As she stood there unable to breathe, Lauren turned her phone toward her, and... there it was. A clear shot of her on her knees in the grass, after the incident with them cumming on her earlier in the summer. Mind reeling, she grabbed Lauren's phone with numb fingers and held it close to her face.

My god, the photo was incredibly explicit. It was clearly her, with her pert breasts exposed. She looked even more of a mess than she had thought at the time, with thick streams of white cum all over her. Her face, her lips, her hair, down her neck and chest. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but it was easy to identify herself.

One of them had taken a photo while she had her eyes shut against the sting of cum! Those... those...!

She couldn't think, staring mutely at herself.

"Wow. Just wow," Lauren practically squealed. "Um, how was it?"

"Where did you get this?" Jenny whispered frantically. Lauren just waved one hand.

"From Danny in English class."

"What?! Who is Danny and how did he..."

Jenny clamped her mouth shut and shuddered. Her worst nightmare was coming true.

Ten minutes later she spied Jon at his locker talking to several of his friends. She was so furious she could barely contain herself as she stormed up to him.

"Jon," she ground out. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Jon turned to her with a slight cringe, but his friends both started snorting with suppressed laughter. She glared at them, and they just grinned back. Jon mumbled something. Her anger burst out.

"What the fuck Jon!" she yelled. She had meant to keep quiet and not add more fuel to the gossip, but she couldn't rein herself in. "I trusted you, you ass! You stupid jerk!" She smacked him on the arm as hard as she could.

His friend's snickers turned into loud laughter, and all Jon did was grin sheepishly. Jenny strangled back tears and a scream, turned on her heel and stalked away.

The next week was a blur. She kept her head down in the halls, pretending not to see her classmates staring and snickering at her. She barely spoke to her friends, in an effort to avoid the topic coming up. Ben had tried to talk to her, leaving her a voice mail that he swore he hadn't said anything and apologizing for not telling her about the photo. Jenny was too furious to care, and she avoided both of them.

On the next Monday, after a long weekend of hiding in her room, Jenny was standing at her locker forlornly. Someone cleared their throat behind her; she hadn't heard them approach. She snapped out of her moping and turned around.

Andrew Carpenter was standing there looking at her, and her eyes went wide. Of course she knew who he was; everyone in school did. He was a senior like her, though she hadn't known him when she was here as a kid. Andrew was apparently the best athlete in every sport in the school, which his varsity jacket proudly proclaimed with an assortment of pins and patches. Also, he was absolutely gorgeous.

She pursed her lips into a little circle and managed to squeak out an "oh."

He smiled at her, and she swallowed heavily.

"Hey, it's Jenny, right?"

"Uh," she looked around as if there could be someone else nearby he was talking to named Jenny. "Yeah?"

His smile was practically blinding.

"Listen, we're having a party Friday at my place. We're trying to invite some more people over, you know. Did you want to come?"

She stared at him dumbly for a second. The most popular boy in the school wanted her to come to his party? Holy crap. He gave her a bit of an uncomfortable look as the silence drew out, and she snapped out of it.

"Uh, sure?" she said. His smile returned.

"Great! Here's the address, come by around 6?" he handed her a piece of paper.

"Okay," she said, managing a tiny smile.

"See you then!"

"Crap," she said Friday evening after dinner, as she stood in front of her mirror in her underwear. It was a lacy black ensemble, definitely the most risqué thing she owned. The cups were partially translucent, hinting at her skin beneath as the tops just barely covered her nipples. They also pushed her breasts up and together, giving her some fairly noteworthy cleavage. The panties were sheer, the thin strings riding high on her hips, a tiny v in the back barely shy of a thong. She had needed to trim her pubic hair extensively to prevent it from showing, since the front barely contained her mound.

She had only worn it once or twice, alone, and had certainly never been bold enough to wear it to school.

Jenny held one blouse up to herself, then switched it with another. The first was a low-cut v neck that dipped precariously between her breasts; the other was a light button-up that looked nice but would certainly cover more. She finally settled on the more conservative shirt, since she had no idea who would even be at the party. For a moment she considered changing her underwear too, but liked the sexy feeling that went with it, even if no one else would be seeing it.

Buttoning the shirt and slipping on her favorite pair of tight black jeans, Jenny grabbed her purse and ran downstairs.

"By mom," she yelled. "I'm off."

"Okay, have fun at Lauren's!" her mom yelled back. "See you tomorrow."

Her parents had bought the lie about a study-sleepover at her girlfriend's place far too easily.

A ten-minute walk later, Jenny was heading up the walkway to Andrew's house. There was a slew of cars in the driveway and street, presumably from his friends who were all old enough to drive. She took a few deep breaths to try to calm the butterflies in her stomach. A date with the most popular boy in school! She didn't really know him, but if he wasn't nice she could always just turn around and walk home. Lauren would be jealous no matter what.

She rapped on the front door, hearing music playing.

"Hey, welcome!" said Andrew brightly as he swung the door open. He was just as hot as she remembered, in ripped jeans and a t-shirt for their high school football team. "I wasn't sure you would come!"

"Oh, hey, thanks," she said as smoothly as she could, stepping inside. It was loud, and smelled like beer.

Andrew shut the door and placed his hand on the small of her back, leading her into the living room. There were at least a dozen people in there, talking and drinking. She recognized almost all of them, having seen them around school, but hardly knew any names. A lot of eyes shifted to her, and she instantly felt self-conscious. She was pretty sure every person here was a senior at school with them. Most of them were jocks.

Fortunately, everyone was quite welcoming. Andrew placed a plastic cup of beer in her hands then led her around the room. No one seemed particularly surprised to meet her or anything. Maybe Andrew had already told them she was coming. Either way, it was gratifying.

She didn't much like beer, but sipped away anyhow. The only other time she had ever been drunk was at a friend's house back in London, when they got into the liquor one night last year during a sleepover. She still remembered the headache. Anyway, the beer tasted better as the evening wore on. Her resolution to only have one was proving hard to keep up, since Andrew kept refilling it for her, but she did her best.

An indeterminate time later - and an indeterminate number of beers later - Jenny was sitting on the couch next to Andrew, his muscular arm draped over her shoulders. Her head was awhirl with alcohol and excitement; Andrew had barely left her side, and had gotten increasingly close. At first his hand on her waist, or arm, or back sent her heart skipping. As she settled down he grew bolder, and had even kissed her a few times. Finally, a few minutes ago they had sat on the couch and started kissing in earnest.

She was only dimly aware of the rest of the room, but she had noticed quite a few others making out around the place too. Things got heavier very quickly, his hands stroking her thigh, her stomach, and finally cupping one of her breasts over her shirt. Her own excitement was rising, but... should she stop him? He didn't seem to be slowing down, and a part of her was sounding an alarm, but, helped along by the drinks and the heady feeling of the situation, she ignored it.

He had half her shirt unbuttoned before she noticed, giving his hand a playful swat.

"Stop that," she giggled.

He didn't stop though, and she wasn't feeling coordinated enough to actually push his hands away. He opened her shirt, exposing her bra and midriff. She was a bit alarmed, but before she could say anything his hungry lips found hers again as his hand slid over her bare skin and pulled her closer.

"Andrew," she said breathlessly against his mouth.

Just then both of them had their attention drawn away when several bottles crashed to the ground. One of the guys on the other side of the coffee table - she hadn't been particularly aware of everyone around them - had just swept them to the floor.

"Yeah baby, dance for us!" he yelled. She didn't know his name, but recognized him from the school basketball team.

For a panicked moment Jenny thought he was talking to her, but then another girl jumped up on the now-clear table and started vigorously thrusting her hips. Several others around the living room started cheering her on, including Andrew. His hands were still on her partially-bare torso, but his attention was on the dancer.

Jenny thought the girl's name was Annie, but she didn't know much else about her. She was very pretty. Apparently Annie was eating up the attention, and the men were quickly gathering around the table. Several sat down next to her and Andrew, making her feel a bit self-conscious about her open shirt. She tried to pull it closed a little, but Andrew's hands were still in the way.

The gathering was getting quite raucous, the men shouting encouragement as Annie swayed to the music. She was teasing the crowd, starting to lift her shirt up, then stopping beneath her breasts and writhing about. Finally relenting to the increasingly-frantic begging of the crowd, Annie held the hem of her shirt and slowly extended her arms into the air. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her firm, petite breasts were revealed. The men cheered as if they had just won a huge game, as Annie slipped the shirt over her head and tossed it away, her hair cascading behind her.

Through her drunken haze, Jenny watched with as much interest as anyone. Annie had a great, toned, athletic body. Maybe she played sports? She had just started teasing again by tugging at the waistline of her jeans when the dance was cut short. One of the men - apparently Annie's boyfriend? - reached up and lifted her by the waist. They locked together in an embrace, her legs going around his waist as he carried her away from the table.

The crowd booed, and the man waved his middle finger over his shoulder at them before disappearing around the corner with his prize. Everyone laughed.

Then the group started yelling for more. There were easily two or three times as many men as women here, though, and no one stepped up. Just as Jenny was looking around the crowd she felt Andrew wrap his hands around her waist and easily lift her up. She flailed about for a moment, then got her feet under her... on the table.

The crowd cheered wildly as she gasped. Andrew smiled up at her.

"Jenny! Jenny!"

Someone who knew her name started chanting, and Andrew joined in.

Her first instinct was to run away. Even with how drunk she was, she knew this was getting massively out of hand, really quickly. She clutched her unbuttoned shirt closed and looked for a way out, but the crowd was tightly packed around the table. She tried to get down anyway, but one of the men she didn't know pushed her back up, briefly grabbing her breast through her bra. Franticly looking elsewhere for an escape, she slowly realized she was trapped up there.

"No no, let me down," she said, but she couldn't find the breath to say it with any force. She tried to step off the table again anyway, but was predictably forced back up.

The crowd started to lose patience with her just standing there, and hands started plucking at her shirt. She hugged her arms tighter, trying to hold it on, but she just wasn't strong or sober enough to resist. In short order her shirt was ripped away, the sleeves turning inside-out as it was roughly peeled off.

She was dizzy and confused now, trying vainly to cover her chest and shy away from the crowd. She was disoriented and the people were everywhere though, and as soon as her shirt was gone someone was tugging at the bra strap between her shoulder blades. It came unclasped - or broke, she couldn't tell - and the straps were easily yanked off her shoulders and tossed away.

Jenny thought maybe she screamed, but it was all too surreal and she wasn't sure. People were holding her wrists, preventing her from covering her bare breasts. Hands were groping her, pinching her nipples, fondling. She almost fell as someone yanked downward on her jeans. They must have undone the button though, because they slid down her thighs. Panic warred with the alcohol in her bloodstream.

Trying to move away, she would have fallen due to the pants around her ankles, but the hands groping her held her up. Her jeans were yanked off her feet, while hands squeezed her butt and tugged at her panties. She looked down, still dazed, just in time to see a boy she didn't know lean in and actually bite the thin string over her left hip and rip it away with his teeth.

The crowd went even more wild as he held up her ruined panties and swung them in the air. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but hands were groping her neatly-trimmed mound anyway. Someone behind her pulled her elbows behind her back, forcing her to lean back and remain completely exposed.

Surely someone would help her, she thought in a panic. There must have been a dozen hands roaming over her naked body, touching her everywhere. This was crazy, someone must help her!

But the crowd was completely wild now, carried away by the fresh meat they had captured. The molesting didn't even slow when someone forced her down with them on the couch, pushing her knees to either side to straddle his waist.

"Yeah, fuck her!" someone in the crowd yelled.

In her daze she couldn't even tell who it was, but she definitely noticed when the person under her pushed her hips down and impaled her with his cock. She struggled and cried out as he forced his way into her, but her elbows were still held tight behind her back and her attackers were far stronger than she. Hands cupped both of her breasts, squeezing painfully, and someone had a fist tangled in her hair. She felt hands on her butt as well, spreading her cheeks as people watched her raping and cheered.

"Fuck yeah, do her good!"

The one inside of her started thrusting his hips up into her rapidly, bouncing her around uncomfortably. Jenny squeezed her eyes shut.

In her daze she wasn't sure how long he fucked her for, but then she felt his body tense up and his cock pulse deep inside of her as he came. She hung her head, shamed and overwhelmed.

Her ordeal was just beginning, however. Whoever had initiated her rape was sated, but the rest of the insane crowd of teenagers wasn't. As the first boy spent himself, a second one jostled through the rest and sat next to them on the couch. The groping hands helped lift her, cum leaking onto her thighs, and simply moved her over to the next lap. The second cock slipped into her well-lubricated pussy, and the new boy began pounding away at her much as the first had.

Her shoulders were getting sore from having her elbows pinned behind her, but the grip on her arms never relented. Her nipples were sore from pinching and biting, her breasts ached from squeezing. Someone was spanking her as she rose and fell on whoever's lap this was. It went by in a blur, punctuated by her second load of cum and another move to a third lap.

Somewhere around the fourth or fifth raping, she opened her eyes and saw the tip of a cock just inches from her face. Its owner tangled his fist in her hair, holding her close while he jerked off frantically. The person beneath her was thrusting hard into her though, so he was having a hard time keeping her face where he wanted it. His grip in her hair hurt.

Jenny watched in slow motion as the first load of cum spurted from the tip, squeezing her eyes shut and jerking her head as much to the side as she could. It struck her on her temple, the warm, sticky fluid leaking down her cheek. Streams of it kept coming, and some splashed across her eyelid, over her nose, on her lips. By the time he was spent she was pretty well covered in it.

And still the orgy went on. It seemed the entire room full of teenage boys was planning to use her however they wanted. As soon as someone filled her with cum, rough hands would lift her and move her to the next waiting cock. She started to get numb to it.

She was mounted on maybe the 10th person -- she really wasn't counting anymore -- when someone roughly knocked her forward. Her elbows were finally released, but the person under her held tight to her head and neck, keeping her pulled forward against his body.

To her horror, she felt someone lean against her back, one hand shoving her head even farther forward. The head of another cock started poking around her backside, even while the person beneath her was still inside.

Jenny tried to struggle, but she was weak and exhausted. She was soaking wet from all the bodily fluids, and the person behind her was insistent. Oh god, they were going to fuck her in the ass too.