Be Careful in the Park

Now my head was being clenched more tightly, one lad was standing each side of me holding my now laddered, stocking clad legs back in position and the weapon was rubbing against my panties that had slid back and now covered the entrance to my arse. I looked up to see the leader with his huge cock in his hand pointed at my arse, from which his mate’s semen was leaking and staining the crotch of my panties. I started to struggle, 

"No, I can't," I said.

"Yes you will, your arse is well and truly lubricated now" he snarled. I struggled but someone grabbed my high-heeled feet and pulled my legs high over my head exposing my come-soaked panty-clad arse.

The lad kneeling at my arse pulled the soaked slinky fabric to one side and positioned his manhood at the puckered flower. Amazingly, the usual flush of expectation of a good fucking flowed over me I felt myself relax against my own will. I know what I'd said but there was no way I could take him. He had to be a foot long and at least two inches across. A solid black ebony shaft. As his cock demanded access to my hole it seemed to glisten and grin in the moonlight. 

"Right?" was all he said. 

"No!" I managed to reply. It didn't matter. Whatever I said, it didn't matter. He was going to fuck me. He was going to rape me. No one was going to do a thing about it. The other lads that were holding me in position were getting excited now. I could see hands moving, two bodies kneeled beside me, flies were unzipping, but all were watching his weapon as it probed my entrance. He was slow; I'll give him that. 

He stopped for a moment as soon as the entrance was forced, but only to allow me another gasp before starting again on a slow but inexorable voyage of discovery inside me. It never seemed to stop a little push, stop, pull back, and push again. Each time a greater violation. He punched past my prostate almost without my being aware and still the exploration continued. Deeper than I'd ever been violated before. If I'd not been so excited and scared at the same time and held so tightly there wasn't any way I could have withstood the punishment. 

I could hear myself letting out little yelps and groans whenever I had the breath, which wasn't very often. Each time I gasped in order to keep breathing he forced his cock in again before I had time to fill my lungs. It felt as if that monster penis of his was splitting me apart. It wasn't a cock. It had a life of it's own. It was a weapon and he was using it on me. It stopped. I managed to take a clean breath, open my eyes and look up. The leader was looking down on me with mixed emotions flashing over his face. Joy, fear, ecstasy, approval, astonishment. "I've never had it in a tranny’s arse before. 

“You are one tight bitch!" I was in pain, but such glorious pain. 

I'd never been so thoroughly possessed before. I knew he was raping me. No way could it be called regular sex. He might damage me. But deep inside was a feeling that I wanted more. I just had to have more. 

"Get on with it." was all I replied. 

With an even bigger grin he pulled back slowly and that was all my body needed to move on to higher plane of sexual ecstasy. I must have been a quite a sight, my skirt rucked up, sheer nylons laddered, legs held spread, panties pushed to one side of my open arse that was impaled by a huge black cock. 

The two lads who were holding my legs had freed their hard cocks from their shorts and while one crammed it past my lipstick lips and into my mouth, the other was busy stroking his cock and alternately rubbing it on my cheek and in my hair. Someone grabbed hold of my cock and was squeezing it hard each time the unknown assailant rammed his cock in me. 

That seemed to be a general signal for the other lads and I felt other hands moving over my body, rubbing cocks on my stocking legs, wanking over my face, and then my opera gloved hands were held and wrapped around two more throbbing penises. Was everyone going to use me tonight? I was aware of the weapon up my arse as it started to swell and judder and as it started to shoot, I felt the cock in my mouth explode and come filled my throat. I had no choice but to swallow. 

The two cocks that I had been forced to wank also ejected their loads, I felt the sticky come saturate my black silky gloves. The other lad rubbing his cock on my face shot a stream of come over my eyes, mascara was running down my face in a stream of hot semen. The lad that was dry humping my sheer stocking leg groaned at this sight and I felt his cock shudder against my stocking thigh and I felt the warm wet feel of come through my laddered nyloned calf. Finally the young black man that was raping my arse stopped, he withdrew his flaccid penis and looked over his shoulder, smiled an evil smile, and said, 

“Here, you can have what’s left of this bitch now.” A younger coloured boy took his place and lay on top of me. 

He didn’t seem to care that I was coved in come and leaking sticky white semen from my arse and lips. He leaned down and kissed me deeply now that the deflated penis of his friend had withdrawn from my smudged lipstick lips. I felt his cock stiffen through his shorts as he pressed against the nylon panties covering my penis. The lads holding my legs, having achieved their orgasms and having no further use for this “tranny slut” had let go of my legs and were stuffing their sticky cocks back in their shorts. 

The young black boy on top of me reached down and released his penis from his shorts. He was humping it against my panty cock, obviously too aroused and too inexperienced to try to enter me, he had decided to come quickly against me. 

I realised he was the last in the long procession of rapists that were using my body for their own pleasure, taking what they wanted by force, even though I would have given it gladly one at a time in my flat. I decided that I could take no more, I was fully aroused, even though I had been raped in every orifice, was covered in come, my make-up smeared, my nylons ruined, my clothes ripped. I lifted my legs around the lad that was dry humping me through my panties and wrapped them around his back. 

I pushed up and met his thrusts as his cock pressed against mine through the sheer nylon of my panties. I lifted my head, covered in come and smeared make-up and pushed my lipstick smudged, recently raped mouth against his. I rammed my tongue down his throat and started to dry fuck him earnestly. 

His inexperience was obvious as he started to squeal as his cock spasmed against mine, drenching my panties and soaking through to my now throbbing penis, which erupted in unison. I gripped him in my embrace tighter as our cocks continued to jet come against each other. Finally he lay still and then pushed himself off me and joined the circle of rapists standing around me. 

They were all laughing and looking down at me. There I was, my skirt hiked up, my penis slowly deflating, covered in semen, my clothes ruined. The leader of the street gang, the one who had raped my arse with his enormous cock spoke. 

“Come around here again you fag tranny bitch you’re going to get the same” He turned his back and started walking away with the rest of his gang slowly following laughing and jeering amongst themselves. The young black lad who had used me last suddenly broke away from the gang and ran back to me. 

“What now”, I thought. He knelt beside me, lifted my head and gave me a soft passionate kiss. He whispered in my ear, 

“Please do come back, that was the most exciting experience of my life.” His lips brushed mine again and he shot up and sprinted after his friends. I lay there and couldn’t believe I was thinking…………………………..”I might just come back here next week.” 

The Beginning.