Jenny Gets Abused…All for the Chance to stop the hunger pains in her stomach - Sex Stories

Jenny Gets Abused…All for the Chance to stop the hunger pains in her stomach

16 year old Jenny had a rough life. She grew up in a tough-as-nails neighborhood outside Boston. She was an only child. Her Mom was only 33, and her father, who she had only met a handful of times didn’t want much to do with the family. He pumped gas during the day, and dealt drugs on the mean streets of the Boston suburbs at night. It was a tough life, but since Jenny didn’t know anything different, she accepted it. Jenny’s Mom worked long hours at the laundromat, and also as a maid in some of the houses in the wealthier communities around their home. At night, she would dream about how nice it would be to be able to make enough money to move herself and Jenny to one of the big houses, like the ones that she cleaned, and give her daughter all of the luxuries of life that neither of them had ever had. Her Mom often cried herself to sleep at night, in their tiny, one-bedroom apartment. Jenny slept on a mattress in the living room, and her Mom slept in a small bedroom, which also doubled as the storage area. They had accumulated a lot of junk. They were poor, and never threw anything away, but the apartment was a pig sty. In reality, the apartment was illegal, and did not meet city building codes. The City often looked the other way, but every day, they were so close to being out on the street The only respite that Jenny had from her miserable, destitute life was when she was in school, and even that was miserable, but at least she was out of the house. Jenny was a ...

... beautiful young lady, but all the girls hated her. She was the prettiest girl, but some of the girls would whistle at her, calling her a “slut” or a “tramp.” They also made fun of her because she was poor. The boys sure liked her too. In fact, they often talked about which guy was going to abuse her, as had been done to her mother. The boys were so cruel, but since Jenny fell in with the “mean crowd,” she had to accept the abuse, if she wanted to have any “friends.” As for Jenny herself, she was beautiful. Since her Dad was half-Hispanic and half-black, and her Mom was half-Caucasian and half-hispanic, she had the attributes of all three races. Jenny was about 5’7”, with a dark-olive complexion, big green eyes, and long brown hair that came down to her back, and was always tied into a neat pony tail. Jenny liked to wear tank tops to school. She had beautiful, small breasts, with dark red, tiny nipples, that she loved to play with. Her legs went on forever, and her pussy was so tight. Unfortunately, with the boys that she hung out with, there was not much hope for a romantic relationship. Since Jenny loved having sex, she had to take it the way the boys wanted to give it to her: rough and abusive. On this particular day, a cold, windy day in November, as was the case every day, Jenny’s Mom set out shortly after dawn, collecting cans to be recycled, on her way to a 12-hour day cleaning the wealthy people’s houses and working at the laundromat. Jenny liked school, but she wasn’t very ...