6 comments/ 24081 views/ 5 favorites Larks in the Park Ch. 01 By: Ashson Am I a rapist? I'm really not sure and would like your opinion. Let me explain what happened. I'm a largish man, a little over six foot and solidly built. I'm in my early thirties, fit, healthy and, in my opinion, reasonably intelligent. I consider myself to be average looking, while some have been known to call me pleasantly ugly. Might I stress that I do not consider myself to look like a nasty thuggish brute, no matter what some people might say. Anything else? Oh, yes. I suppose I should introduce myself. Roger's the name. I'd been having lunch in the park, loafing and catching a bit of sun before I went back to work. So here I am, wandering through the park, walking down one of the more secluded paths, one that was lined with bushes on either side. That's when and where I got caught short. All of a sudden I was busting to go, and I had no idea where the nearest toilet was. This was not a problem. Like I said, bushes either side of the path. I just stepped between two of them and quietly relieved myself into them, out of sight of Joe Public. Finishing, I zipped up and decided I wanted a cigarette. I know, it's unhealthy, but I don't care. I enjoy the occasional smoke. I reached for my pack and found I had no lighter. While I was scrabbling for my cigarettes and non-existent lighter, I was stepping out of the bushes and back onto the path. Right where I stepped out of the bushes, a woman was walking, about two steps from me. What did she look like, you're wondering? Average, I suppose. Smaller than me, naturally. Reasonably pretty, nice boobs, nice hair, nice boobs, long slender legs and a pair of very nice boobs. She was wearing yoga pants that enhanced the look of those legs, and a tightish top that enhanced a pair of very nice boobs. Wanting a match and having someone right there to ask, I naturally accosted her to ask. "Excuse me, lady," I began. Might I point out that no matter what other people say, I don't speak in a low growl. I was being perfectly polite, which is why I couldn't understand her reaction. She squeaked. Literally squeaked. It sounded as though she wanted to scream but couldn't get it out. Then she started to talk. "Oh, my god. Oh, my god," she started. "It's happening. I knew I shouldn't come this way alone. You're going to drag me into the bushes, aren't you? You don't have to be rough. I'll come along quietly, honest." Before I can say if my intentions were peaceful or otherwise, she pushed past me and into the bushes, talking all the time. "See. I'm being co-operative. You won't need to be rough or anything." On the other side of the bushes there were some grassy clearings, reasonably secluded. This nutcase looked around at the clearing and started up again. "Oh, god. You're going to do it right here, aren't you," she gabbled. "Listen, there's no need to tear off my clothes, honest. I'll take them off for you. I don't want them damaged. What do I take off first? I'm not sure." I distinguished myself by saying something to the effect of "ah, lady,", meaning to explain that I only wanted a light for my cigarette, and the fact that I happened to be looking at a really nice pair of boobs at the time should have been irrelevant. Apparently it wasn't. "My breasts. You want to look at my breasts first. I should have guessed. All men are the same and have this fixation with breasts. All right, I'm taking my top off. Be patient. I'm trying to hurry." God that woman could talk. She had decided what was going on and she was trying to control the situation in her own fashion. While she was babbling she skinned out of her top, showing that she had on this flimsy excuse for a bra. Then the bra was gone, showing that she had no need for it apart from its decorative value. In her top, her breasts were superb. Out of her top and able to flaunt themselves, they were magnificent. My palms itched just looking at them. "I suppose you're going to want to feel them for a while," she moaned. "Go ahead. I won't try to stop you." What harm could there be, I thought, to humour this nut job. I just reached out and cupped those beauties, squeezing lightly and playing with the nipples. "Oh, god," she cried. "You're going to maul them, aren't you? I can't stop you, can I? Go ahead." What the hell. If she wanted them mauled, I'd damn well maul them for her. I change from a gentle stroke to some serious groping. They were really nice, and her nipples were standing out now. Odd that. No reaction to a gentle touch, but as soon I got a bit rough, up they stood. Enough was enough, and I thought I'd better get the conversation back onto its proper track. "Very nice, lady," I said, "but..." That was as far as I got. She broke in and started gabbling again. "I know, I know," she said. "You want to get on with it and want my pants off. OK, I'm doing it. No need to get nasty, honest." I hadn't known that a woman could shuck yoga pants and her panties so fast. So I now had this naked woman in front of me, plainly expecting me to take advantage of her against her will. I couldn't help myself. I defy anyone to suddenly be confronted by a naked woman and not react in some way. Suddenly she was no longer looking average but hot, and my cock was letting me know it had noticed. She was freshly shaven and her pubic area was superbly smooth. I probably shouldn't have checked it with my fingers, but what the hell? She gasped when my fingers brushed her pubic area, pressing it against me. Geez, I was tempted to do a damn sight more touching. Manfully, I tried to pull back again, but I made one little error. My erection was now painfully pressing against my trousers, and I surreptitiously tried to adjust its position while I explained to her that she was making a mistake. I got as far as "Listen, lady," when she was diving in the deep end again. She'd spotted my subtle attempt at cock adjustment and leapt to her own conclusions. She started up with the 'oh god's again, drowning out anything I wanted to say. "Oh, god, oh, god, you want me to take it out. Oh, god, I'll have to touch it." There was a slight pause while she was unzipping me and whipping it out, and then she continued on in a higher voice. "Oh, god. Will you look at the size of that thing. God, it's going to be impossible." Looking quickly up at me she quickly apologised. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult you. I'm sure you know what to do with it." Is there any man who doesn't know what to do with a raging hard-on? If there is, he should hand in his man-card. She rattled on, anticipating my requests and hurrying to fill them before they were made. "Oh, god," she started up again. "You'll be wanting it wet so it slides in more easily, won't you? OK." That woman had so many 'oh gods' she could probably found her own religion. That was just an idle thought I had before her mouth closed over me, apparently to provide the wetness I'd been going to demand. Her head bobbed up and down, and I'm damned certain she'd done this sort of thing before. I wondered if she often accosted men this way. It was very nice, but after a while I reached down and sort of pried her off my cock, standing her up and looking at her. It was immediately obvious I should have left her mouth where it was, because she wasn't talking while she was sucking on me. Now that her mouth was free, it was flapping again. "You're in a hurry to get started, aren't you? How do you want me? Lying down, bending over, on all fours?" I must have blinked or given some sign at that point, because she whirled around and was sinking to her hands and knees, holding her bottom high and spreading her legs and talking. "On all fours. Ok. Is this right? Oh, god, you're just going to drive that thing into me aren't you. You're going to be so rough I won't be able to stand it. OH, GOD!" That last oh, god was my fault. I mean, here I was, cock sticking out a yard in front of me, a naked women bent over presenting herself and expecting to be pronged. So I pronged. I just lined up and drove straight into her, all the way with one fast stroke. That's why she squealed that last oh, god. But don't get me wrong, I slipped in very easily. She was hot and wet and ready and adjusting to me even as I was plunging in. You'd think that now I was in her and starting to pump, she'd shut up. You'd be wrong. Why should she shut up when there wasn't a cock in her mouth? A veritable stream of oh, gods flowed from her, interwoven with things I was going to do. The conversation went like this. Actually, it wasn't a conversation, but a monologue. "Oh, god, he's going to grab my breasts now, oh, god, he's getting rougher and harder, oh, god, he's going to pinch my nipples and bruise my breasts, oh god, how much harder is he going to do this to me." That's just a sample. The entire time I was taking her she kept talking, gasping, squeaking and giving little screams of appreciation and a constant flow about the things I was doing. Mind you, some of her suggestions were pretty good, and I've remembered them for when I'm banging someone else. At the same time, I could tell from the shrillness of the oh, gods that she was rapidly approaching a climax. It turned out that I didn't need to listen for subtle signs about her orgasm. Without missing a beat, her bottom bobbing up and down as she orchestrated her own ravishment, her monologue switched. "Oh, god, oh, god, I'm going to climax. You're going to make me climax. Why me? You're going to come inside me, aren't you? Oh, god. You're too big, I can't stand this. Are you going to do it faster?" As a matter of fact, yes, I was going to move a bit faster as I was ready to explode. It also turned out that the damned woman shut up when she climaxed, in a manner of speaking. Her chattering changed to a continuous scream as she shuddered under me, at the same time as I obliging flooded her with my climax. What got me was when did she find time to breathe, with all that talking? Any way, we had both climaxed and I was kneeling behind her, cock still in her and arms around her holding those lovely breasts. Then she started up. "Was I OK? Did I please you? Can I get dressed and go now? I won't tell anyone." I was finally able to get a word in. "Got a match?" I asked. Wrong question, apparently. "A match? For a cigarette? Do you insist on smoking after sex? Smoking's bad for you, you know! Why don't you quit. It'll be a lot healthier for you." I assumed that that was a no. Sighing I pulled back away from her and zipped myself up. Then succumbing to temptation I hauled back and let fly a resounding spank on her bottom, leaving a big red handprint. That interrupted her flow of chatter long enough for me to say, "You talk too much." Then I departed, pushing through the bushes back to the path. I hesitated and then pushed through the bushes on the other side so that I could observe her when she came out. After about five minutes she did so, glanced around, saw that I wasn't in sight and headed on her way with this funny little smile on her face. And I hoped her bottom smarted. So tell me, did I rape her or not? Larks in the Park Ch. 02 This is basically a story about how Peter and I, I'm Adam, by the way, helped a couple of young ladies lose their virginity. One of them, Suzy, was a good friend of ours and the other, Ruth, was a sort of friend, but also a pain in the butt at times, but quite a lovely pain in the butt. I suppose you want the usual descriptions and things. Easy ones first. Peter and I are both nineteen, fit, average sized, normally horny. Peter can be a bit clueless at times, but I'm what is considered smarter than the average bear. Suzy was eighteen, an extrovert, fit, liked sport, reasonably intelligent, nice figure and a nice personality. OK, to be honest, you should downgrade that reasonably intelligent to a bit dumb, but nice with it. Ruth was also eighteen, but a bit of an introvert. She was also fit, liked sport and reasonably intelligent. I always found her personality a bit so-so. She seemed just that little bit stuck up, which might have been the touch of introvert in her. Figure wise, she was sensational. Boobs out to there and a bouncy little bottom than rolled when she walked. You've never seen a girl with more moving parts than Ruth when she walked. The story really started with Suzy playing pool at my house with Peter and me. My dad had converted the basement to a games room and installed the pool table, ostensibly for him and his friends but it turned out in reality to be for me and my friends. We're the ones who use it most. Suzy and Peter were playing the current match while I observed, waiting to take on the winner. For some reason Suzy was wearing a flirty skirt. You know the type. Short and loose and they bounce up and down and if the girl turns around fast they flair out and you can see her panties, assuming she's wearing any. Suzy was, because I was getting a nice view of them every time she stretched across the table to take a shot. I assume they're still called panties, even if they did seem to consist of a few bits of string that barely covered a thing. Every time she bent over in front of me I'd have an excellent view of scantily covered goodies and my erection would get just that little bit harder. I have no idea if she was doing it deliberately or not. I suspect she knew that she was flashing me but it didn't really register with her, what with her still being a virgin at that stage. I don't think Peter was getting the same view I was getting as he was standing up to the table, and was normally across it from her. But I was getting the works and getting hornier and hornier. I had seriously considered making a move on Suzy before this, but now the idea was moving rapidly up my to do list. I had to stand and quietly adjust my trousers to prevent something vital breaking in half. Then Suzy went just that little bit too far. Instead of just bending over the table she lifted one leg and laid it along the edge of the table while she lined up her shot. I couldn't help myself. I stepped up behind her, unzipping as I went. Reaching for that thong that nearly covered her pussy, I pushed it to one side, parted her lips and pushed the head of my cock into her. She completely blew her shot. The cue crashed wildly into the side of the ball and sent it flying sideways. Peter laughed. "What sort of shot do you call that," he asked. "That wasn't my fault," protested Suzy. "Adam stuck his cock into my pussy just as I was hitting the ball." "Adam what?" said Peter. "He stuck his cock into me," said Suzy. "I can feel it sitting there." She turned her head and looked at me. "Are you going to pop my cherry now?" she asked, a little bit of nervousness in her voice. I nodded. "I'm just giving you a chance to adjust to it, and then it's going home. Don't worry. Apart from the first bit I'll take it slowly while you get the feel of it." Suzy hesitated for a moment, and then she nodded. "OK," she said. "Um, do you want me to take my top off so you can touch by boobs at the same time. Men like that don't they?" "That would be nice," I told her. "You'll find that you like it, too." So with a little help from Peter, Suzy stripped her top off and my hands came around to capture the prize. I squeezed her breasts sharply, and at the same time I pressed suddenly forward, breaking through her barrier and starting my journey down her vagina. Suzy squealed as her hymen broke, but then relaxed again as I started massaging her breasts lightly, while not charging wildly into her with my cock. Once she had relaxed properly, or as properly as any girl can with a cock invading her for the first time, I started to ease deeper, taking my time and letting her get the feel of it inside her. It didn't take long and Suzy was my prize, firmly attached to my cock. Deciding a little repositioning was called for, I moved the leg she had stretched along the table back down to the floor, having her lean forward so she was standing with spread legs with me behind and in her. "Ok, Suzy, love," I murmured to her. "You may know the theory but this is the practical exam. Just relax and do what your body tells you to." Suzy nodded, breathing harder, almost quivering in anticipation. I now strongly suspected that all that flashing had been deliberate and it had been exciting her, even if she hadn't expected it to go this far. I drew back slowly, sensing Suzy holding her breath, and then I moved back into her, thrusting firmly and smoothly, causing her to gasp. With that smooth start, things just developed naturally. I slowly built up a gentle rhythm that Suzy was able to match easily, her cute little bottom bobbing up to meet my initially gentle thrusts. Soon Suzy was breathing a lot harder, and I could feel a new intensity in her movements. She wanted more, but just wasn't sure what the more was. That was OK. I knew. I started increasing the tempo, hitting her harder and faster, and it wasn't long before Suzy was squeaking in excitement. Birth control suddenly occurred to me. It took a couple of tries to get through Suzy's excited haze, but I finally managed to ask if she was on the pill. She looked at me for a moment, trying to make sense of what I'd asked, and then nodded. As a reward, I gave her an extra hard thrust, hearing her yip with surprise. That small delay didn't inhibit either of us, and I continued to pump powerfully into her, relishing the feel of her pussy jumping up to meet me. Not having to worry about pulling out, I just kept hammering at Suzy, slowly bring her to her climax. Too slowly, I thought for a while as I didn't know how much longer I could last. It turned out I was worrying about nothing, because she suddenly screamed and went rigid, except for these tremors that were causing her to shiver all over, especially internally as her inner muscles clamped on me, encouraging me to come and them milking me for all she could get. After we separated and Suzy had come down from her little cloud, she suddenly frowned and reached down and touched herself between the legs. She looked at her hand and gasped. "I'm bleeding," she said, a touch of panic in her voice. "Don't worry about it," I told her. "It's just a little blood from your popped cherry. I'll get some tissues for you." "It'll be easier for you if you just slip skirt and panties off for a few moments," I told her. Suzy agreed with that, slipping them off and then using the tissues to help wipe herself down. When she'd finished, I asked her to turn and face me, as I wanted to see her naked. She blushed and did so, flaunting her body a little. "It's not fair," she told me. "You can see me naked, but I can't see you. It's too late." "Don't let it worry you," I told her. "You'll have chances in the future to see my erection. And if you really want to see one now, look at Peter." Suzy automatically turned to look at Peter, and then blushed. Peter was erect. Very erect, as our little display had hit him right in the balls. "Was yours that large," she asked, suddenly seeming nervous again. I nodded. "Roughly the same I told her. You'll be able to check when Peter puts his in you. You can wiggle on it and judge how it feels compared to how I felt." Suzy was startled. She looked back at Peter, standing there, cock out and ready. "Do you mean that you want me to let Peter take me, too?" she asked. I shook my head. "Not up to me," I said. "That would be strictly between you and Peter. If you say no dice, he'll accept that. Or if you offer a blowjob or something instead, then that's between you and him. Suzy blushed, but I could see her darting little glances at Peter. Or to be more accurate, darting little glances at Peter's cock. She was intrigued by the situation. "Will it hurt?" she asked. "It looks rather large." "You might be a bit tender when he initially goes in, but it shouldn't hurt," I assured her. "Oh. If I ask him to stop, will he?" Peter was able to answer that for himself. "Of course," he told her, so sincerely that I almost believed him. Suzy bit her lip, darting a few more glances at the weapon menacing her. Then she seemed to square her shoulders and nodded. "OK." She turned back to the table and leant against it in the position I had taken her. Peter gently pulled her back. "Not like that," he told her, leading her over to the couch at the side of the room. Realizing what he intended I pulled the couch out slightly and then released the back so that it folded down into a bed. Peter had Suzy lie on it and then nestled down next to her. He wasn't in a hurry and did nothing to panic her, just stroking her breasts and pussy, slowly letting the excitement build in her again. I have to admit, he can be quite a smooth customer. He didn't try to insert his fingers inside her pussy at this stage, suspecting, probably correctly, that it would be a bit sore and touching it too quickly might turn her off. After her little episode with me it didn't take long for Suzy to be excited and ready. At Peter's coaxing she actually held her own lips apart, watching in fascination as he positioned himself, pushing into the space she had opened for him. Once he was in, Peter wasted no time hammering out his own tune on Suzy's body. Her legs came up and wrapped around him, trying to hold him as he plunged in and out of her. Suzy's squeaks of excitement came a lot faster this time, as she was already hyped up. Peter very quickly drove her towards a climax, apparently quite content to have a short fast session. Suzy clung and Peter pumped, and I watched it all with amusement and a touch of lust. Unfortunately, I didn't think it would be fair to Suzy to try to claim seconds, but tomorrow was another day. Then Suzy screamed again, her legs shooting up into the air as she climaxed, and I could see Peter frantically pumping into her, shooting his own load. Once again, Suzy cleaned herself up, and then I suggested that we continue our game of pool. Suzy demanded that she be able to reshoot her last shot, claiming a cock in the pussy was unwarranted interference. It was a point that Peter had to concede, and their game continued. For a change, Peter actually lost the match. He wanted a rematch, claiming that Suzy finishing the game in the nude was an unfair distraction. I told him to get used to it. As you will guess, we had a few more sexual encounters with the delectable Suzy, but it soon became apparent, much to my chagrined amusement, that Suzy preferred Peter's attentions far more than mine. I therefore bowed out of the threesome, and any sexual activity between Suzy and Peter took place when I was elsewhere. While this was all fine and dandy for Peter and Suzy, it left me without a current steady partner, so naturally I got up to mischief. I was discussing my lack of a current bed partner with Peter and Suzy, seeing if they had any suggestions. It was Suzy who raised Ruth's name. "I wouldn't mind removing her panties," I admitted, "but I'm pretty sure that she's still a virgin and she doesn't hold still long enough to be seduced." "So just grab her and bang her," said sweet little Suzy. "After all, that's what you did to me." "That does raise some problems," I pointed out. "Like if she decides to say no, it becomes rape. And getting her alone may be a little awkward." Suzy pondered this. "If I'd said no," she asked me, "would you have stopped?" "Do you really want to know?" I queried. She giggled. "Perhaps not," she said. "However, Ruth's weak spot is that she will always try to wriggle out of trouble, deflecting it onto someone else if it's at all possible. And she doesn't have to be alone for you to jump her, does she?" Suzy's comments opened up a range of possibilities, and after a little quizzing of Suzy, we came up with a potential plan. One of the things that Suzy and Ruth had in common was netball. They practiced in the evenings and walked back home together, through the park. An ideal place to meet them and see what developed. Thursday evening, just as it was getting dark, Peter and I headed over to the park. After waiting around for a short while, we say Suzy and Ruth heading through the park in our general direction. We moved over onto the path and waited. The girls came wandering up and naturally stopped to say hullo, and ask what we were doing. That's when things started to go slightly wrong for Ruth. "We're feeling incredibly horny, so we've come to the park to find a girl to entertain us for a while," I said blandly. "It seems one of you is going to volunteer. Which one?" There was silence from the girls. Deliberate on Suzy's part, stunned on Ruth's. Eventually Ruth spoke up. "Not us," she said. "You'll have to look elsewhere." I smiled and shook my head. A little digression here. For some reason, when you play netball, the girls have to wear these fluffy little skirts that are designed to show off their knickers. Naturally, they wouldn't be caught dead wearing them off the court, so they promptly change afterwards. In Suzy and Ruth's case, into yoga pants. I don't see why girls think these are an advantage as they show off everything you've got, including whether you shaved your pussy that morning. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. "One of you," I said firmly, "is about to lose their pants and provide some entertainment. I'll let you choose, Ruth. You will remove a pair of yoga pants and panties so we can have some fun. Either your own or Suzy's. If you don't, we will take both of you." The logic here was simple. If Ruth took off hers, I'd have my wicked way, as they say. However, if she took off Suzy's, as expected, Peter would have his wicked way, still leaving Ruth available for me. Ruth hesitated, and then, true to her talent for passing the buck, she turned to Suzy. "Sorry, Suzy," she said, but her apology didn't slow her down as she very deftly stripped down Suzy's pants. That was Peter's cue to step forward and force a suddenly struggling Suzy to the ground. Lying Suzy down, he pinned her arms above her head and then ordered Ruth to hold them there. Holding true to her philosophy of diverting trouble away from herself, Ruth knelt next to Suzy and pinned her arms, and then watched with wide eyes while Peter dropped his trousers, knelt between Suzy's thighs and proceeded to skewer her. The way Suzy wriggled and squeaked you could just tell that she was still a virgin and was finally being initiated. Finally pinning Suzy, Peter looked at Ruth and told her she could let go now. Ruth let loose of Suzy's arms and stood up, staring as Peter went to work, letting Suzy know he was in her and educating her. Ruth was so intent in watching this that she didn't even know that I'd moved up behind her until her own yoga pants were heading for her ankles. "What are you doing," she shrieked, trying to move away from me. Unfortunately, all her trying to jump away did was let her get her feet tangled in her pants, tripping her up. I caught her as she fell, steering her gently to the ground. "Be reasonable," I told her. "Suzy is rather small. You can't really expect her to handle both of us, especially seeing that you're here to help her out." When I'd guided Ruth to the ground I had also made sure to move her legs apart, so they were already spread and I was kneeling between them, holding Ruth in place with one hand on her tummy. I undid my trousers and pushed them down, letting my erection swing free. Ruth's hands were covering her pussy, and she was yelping no, no, no, over and over. Bad luck, Ruth. It was going to be yes, yes, yes, as far as I was concerned. Her eyes were wide and staring at my erection, and she kept shaking her head, trying to deny this was happening. I took hold of her hands and gently tugged at them, looking firmly at her as I did so. She reluctantly let me draw them away, exposing her to my gaze. She was probably expecting me to dive straight in, but I considered that that would be a bit crass. She hadn't had a chance for her body to prepare itself, bar any excitement she might have felt at seeing Peter taking Suzy. I started stroking and kneading her pussy, slowly trying to bring her to a point where I could enter without causing her too much pain. Her no, no, no had ceased, and while she was still shaking her head her eyes were watching my hands playing with her. Soon I could feel her body relaxing, and her pussy was starting to push against my hand. Whatever her personal wishes may have been, her body knew what it wanted. Now I started slipping my fingers into, stroking inside, gently prodding her hymen, stretching it a little. Drifting around I found her clitoris and started gently rubbing it. That got a reaction, as her entire body almost heaved off the ground in shock, and she gave out with some funny little squeaks. Repeating the action brought a similar result, and my fingers were suddenly very wet. Now I moved her lips apart and edged my erection between them. Ruth just lay there, watching as I slowly pushed in. She was one of the lucky ones, as her hymen gave at the first firm push, stinging slightly apparently, but not really causing her pain. She gave a little yelp, but promptly settled back and watched me descend into her. Settling onto her, I started playing with Ruth's breasts, teasing them, tantalising the nipple and stroking those globes, sending little ripples of feeling into her. Then I started kissing her, capturing her mouth and slowly moving my lips against hers until she responded. There was still some reluctance in her, but Ruth started returning my kisses, and that was my cue to also start some movement down below. I slowly pulled back until I was nearly completely out of her pussy, and then I pushed my way back in, firmly brushing aside any resistance she tried to offer. I repeated the retreat and advance, letting her body know that this was happening and it would have to adjust to it. It didn't take long for Ruth to get the message. With my mouth, hands and cock all beating out the same rhythm she couldn't help but fall in with it, her hips starting to rise to meet my thrusts, while her mouth ground against mine, tongues tangling. Now that we were moving, things advanced rapidly. I was enjoying the feel of Ruth wrapped around my cock and using her body to thoroughly massage it. Enjoying it too much, because there was no way it was going to last for much longer. Realising that I was going to come, leaving Ruth wanting, I resorted to desperate measures. Sliding my hand between our bodies, I slipped a couple of fingers into Ruth. Then I started giving little flicks against her clitoris, just telling her to get with the program and hurry it up. It hurried her up all right. Her climax hit her hard and fast that the contraction of her internal muscles nearly broke my fingers. Larks in the Park Ch. 02 It definitely broke my resistance to my own climax and I spilled my seed deep inside her, realising I'd completely forgotten about pills or condom. Good luck Ruth. We lay quiescent for a few moments afterwards. I flicked a glance at Peter and Suzy and saw they were lying quietly, too. Too quietly. Suzy was snuggling up to Peter, which I very much doubt she'd be doing if he had just raped her. I threw them a quick frown, which Peter caught. The pair of them hastily separated at the same time as I moved off of Ruth. A twitch of my head and Peter was rising at the same time as I was. "Thank you for an interesting evening," I murmured to the girls. "Take care on your way home, won't you." Peter and I then withdrew, slipping behind some bushes. There we waited to listen to what the girls said. There was silence for a while as they dressed. Then Ruth spoke up. "What should we do about this?" she asked Suzy. "What can we do?" returned Suzy. "Go to the police?" "I'd rather not," admitted Ruth. "It's not something I'd be very comfortable discussing." "I know what you mean. Yes, officer, he had a cock this long and be bonked me with til I screamed." Suzy giggled. "You did scream at the end. I heard you." "I did not," protested Ruth. "Or if I did I couldn't help it. I was helpless. He weighed a ton and I couldn't move." "Peter finished with me before you finished, and from what I saw for someone who couldn't move, your hips were sure bouncing up and down. If we go to the police, do you think you'll get into much trouble?" "Me?" queried Ruth, astounded. "Why would I get into trouble?" "You helped them," said Suzy guilelessly. "You're the one who pulled down my pants and then you held my arms while Peter mounted me." Ruth just stared at her, open mouthed. She hadn't considered actions in that light. Now she was really nervous regarding talking to any nice policemen. Suzy sighed. "You're probably right. I don't want to talk to about this. We'll just pretend it didn't happen." Ruth nodded, but didn't speak. Suzy, of course, didn't leave well enough alone. "Um, Ruth," she said slowly and thoughtfully, "when we get out of practise next week, do we come home the same way?" Larks in the Park Ch. 03 There had been a couple of nasty incidents in the park. The council had managed to keep most of the details out of the press, but they had to do something. It was decided to mount a larger police presence, but as they wanted to catch this nut job, not just scare him off, the police would have to be undercover. To ensure a large enough and constant presence, several officers were seconded from neighbouring precincts. A quiet 24/7 watch was being maintained. It was evening when Sally took a shortcut through the park on the way home. She'd heard a few rumours going around about incidents in the park but largely discounted them. After all, it there had been anything really wrong going down it would have been all the news, wouldn't it. Accordingly, Sally was startled but not scared when a stranger fell into step beside her, trying to strike up an acquaintance. He was not the usual sort of person you saw at the park, though for the life of her Sally couldn't say why. And he was both tenacious and inquisitive, asking who else she saw around the park and not pushing off despite several heavy hints. There was also, Sally decided, something familiar about him. The longer they were talking, the surer she became that she'd seen him before. "Anders!" Sally suddenly exclaimed. "You're that cop Anders. Ah, I mean you're Officer Anders, aren't you? I thought I'd seen you before." Officer Anders laughed. "You've got me," he admitted, "but please, out of uniform, call me Andy." "Andy Anders?" giggled Sally. "Don't blame me," Andy protested. "I didn't name myself, you know," "So why are you in the park annoying me and asking me all these questions?" queried Sally. "Just getting acquainted," said Andy evasively. "You're a very pretty girl you know, and I thought I'd like to get to know you better. A lot better," he added, running his eyes blatantly over her attractive figure. It suddenly occurred to Sally that it was getting dark and that she didn't really know Officer Anders all that well and that he was a man. A very large man, now that she considered it. "Ah," dithered Sally. "Well, if it's all the same to you, I think I'll pass on furthering our acquaintance for the time being." "And if it's not all the same to me?" asked Andy, smiling. That was not a nice smile, Sally decided, and her nervousness increased slightly. Before she could make up her mind what to say, there was an interruption. The pair of them heard a startled scream, quickly muffled, coming from deeper in the park. Officer Anders was now all cop, his head swivelling towards the scream, and he promptly headed in that direction. Sally decided that discretion was the better part of valour and she should be heading home. Then she decided screw discretion, curiosity wins hands down and trailed along behind Andy. The pair of them emerged on another path to find a man holding a young woman by the arm. Recognising a friend, Sally promptly spoke up. "What are you doing with Becky, you creep. Leave her alone." "I'm not doing anything with her," protested the man. "I just came upon her unexpectedly and she screamed." "That doesn't explain why you're holding her by the arm," Officer Anders said, looking pointedly at where his hand was still firmly holding Becky. "I'm a police officer," snapped the man, "and this is none of your business. Please just move along." "Well, snap," said Andy. "So am I, but I don't remember seeing you at the station. Let's see some id, shall we? Slowly," he added as the man reached for his pocket. "I'll need to see yours as well," the man pointed out, as he drew a wallet from his pocket. Andy complied, reaching for his own wallet and flicking out his id. "Officer Jaconian, I see," said Andy. "You're one of the loaners we've got in the park?" "Yes. You can call me Jake." Sally snorted. "Jake Jaconian?" she giggled. "Actually, it's Michael. The Jake is just an abbreviation of my surname," said Jake dryly. It was obvious to Andy that Jake had been intending something a little more than some casual questioning of Becky, and he decided to call him on it. "Becky, is it," he asked, and on receiving a confirming nod he turned to Jake. "Just what were your intentions regarding Becky," he asked. "It's not normal procedure to grab girls in the park." Jake looked straight at him and bounced the question back. "And just what were you intentions with that pretty little popsy you've brought to our little meeting?" he asked, insinuations plain in his voice. Andy glared back at Jake, and then suddenly grinned. "Well," he said, "Seeing you're so bloody interested, I'll explain. I intended to grab Sally like this and push her forward like this so she's bending over a bench." Suiting actions to words, Andy grabbed a startled Sally and pushed her over the end of the adjacent park bench. She barely had time for a 'what the hell' thought, when Andy continued. "Once she was bent over, I was going to pull down her panties like this, as I had decided that I was going to fuck her." Again, Andy's actions accompanied his deeds, and Sally's skirt was lifted and her panties descended. Sally was stunned. This was not happening. There was no way a cop was suddenly going to pull down her panties in public and threaten to rape her. Then she squealed, as hands had descended on her pussy, spreading her lips, and something massive was intruding on her. She squealed again as Andy pressed firmly forward, driving his cock deep into Sally's shocked pussy. Sally wriggled, trying to pull away from the thing invading her. Logic told her it had to be Andy's cock, but her tormented pussy was reporting that someone was inserting a baseball bat, fat end first. She squirmed under that heavy thrust, feeling Andy sliding deeper and deeper, and she wriggled desperately, trying to ease the way it entered her. She finally gave a groan of relief when she realised that Andy had stopped, apparently all of him having gone in. She froze in place. Andy looked down at where he had Sally neatly transfixed, his cock firmly inside, just waiting for his decision to start performing. He looked challengingly at Jake. "That's what I intended doing. What about you?" Jake grunted and pushed Becky over so that she was suddenly bending over the bench. Becky squeaked and tried to stand again, her face shocked from watching Andy penetrate Sally. She knew damn well what Jake intended and wanted none of it. Unfortunately for what Becky wanted, Jake didn't care. He easily held Becky in place while he pulled down her shorts and panties and then lined himself up. Sally watched, furious but helpless. She could see Jake lining up on Becky's pussy, and could tell from the way Becky's eyes opened wide, when he made contact and started to enter her. Becky started squealing as Jake drove in, continuing to squeal for the full time it took him to settle fully home. It wasn't until Jake was firmly settled and still that Becky finally shut up. The two men looked at each other. "Five bucks says I can make mine come first," said Andy. "You're on," said Jake, pulling back and giving Becky a hefty thrust. "You arrogant prick," thought Sally, but couldn't help squealing herself when Andy suddenly withdrew and thrust into her. Angry with herself and with Andy, Sally found that she couldn't help falling into tune with Andy's assault. The cock in her was exciting her, despite her personal wishes, and she also found that she was getting just as excited watching Jake thoroughly work Becky's pussy over. "At least," she thought, "Becky has it easier than me. Jake's cock looks tiny compared to what that bastard has stuck in me." Andy worked hard on his new toy, constantly changing his rhythm. Short quick strokes would give way to long slow drives, which would alternate with full bodied forceful thrusts. The constant battering was playing havoc with Sally's nerves, leaving her struggling to match the pounding she was taking. Sally was gasping almost continuously now, with little squeaks and squeals emerging as Andy tried a variety of tantalising little tricks on her body. She damn well knew she was going to explode at any moment. She had to admit it wasn't the orgasm she was fighting, but rather that she hated for Andy to win his five dollars. Sally was quite pleased when Becky suddenly shrieked and shuddered, while at the same time Jake gave a gasp and seemed to go momentarily berserk the way he was pounding against Becky. She heard Andy swear, but what he said was lost in her own shriek as she finally relaxed and let her climax hit her. After things had died down a little, Sally asked Andy, "What are you doing in the park anyway? Are the rumours we've been hearing true?" "I'm not sure what rumours you've been hearing," said Andy evasively, "so I can't comment on that. We're just looking for someone." "I see," said Sally, "and filling in your spare time with a little rape. What fun to be a cop." "What rape," demanded Andy. Sally and Becky both stared at him, stunned. "The two of you just raped us," Becky pointed out. "We certainly did not," protested Andy. "That was consensual sex. You didn't tell me no or ask me to stop. Did Becky ask you to stop, Jake?" "No. Not a word. She just let me have my fun," he assured them. The girls looked at them. Sally reviewed the course of her own incident. Andy had suddenly bent her over the park bench and pulled down her panties, and she hadn't said anything because she was too surprised. Then she hadn't really expected him to prong her and was shocked speechless when he suddenly did. Well, not speechless, but she supposed a few squeals and screams didn't count as saying no. And when he started pounding her pussy she was concentrating too hard on delaying her climax to think of speaking to him. The bastard was right. She hadn't said no. She looked helplessly at Becky, who shrugged. "After seeing Andy stick it to you I thought saying anything would be a waste of breath, so I didn't" she confessed. Sally took a deep breath, searching for the right words to turn those two grinning monkeys into instant ash. Fortunately for the two officers there was a timely interruption in the form of a scream close by. They both turned and ran, leaving Sally and Becky alone. The two young women started slowly walking away, hearing yelling and the sounds of a fight. Suddenly there were some shots. At that stage the girls hastened their departure, quite happy to read the details in the morning's paper. As they were leaving, Becky commented on their recent experience. "You were lucky that you only had to deal with Andy. He had such a small cock it must have been easy for you, compared to that thing Jake stuck in me." Sally glared at her. "You don't know what you're talking about. I saw what Jake was giving you and it was nothing. Andy, on the other hand, won't need to buy a bat if he takes up baseball." Becky giggled. "Maybe so, maybe no. I suspect we might be prejudiced by the way we observed their cocks. How do you think they'd react if we ask them to whip them out together so we could measure." Sally giggled in return. "They'd probably whip them out, all right, but I suspect they'd have their own ideas as to how we should go about measuring them." Larks in the Park Ch. 04 Cathy thought that what she was doing was harmless enough. After all, every girl had sex sooner or later, sometimes voluntary and sometimes not. All she was doing was directing some involuntary sex away from herself to some other deserving person. What was wrong with that? How it had started was quite simple. Cathy and Gloria had been strolling home through the park one evening. They were both pretty and vivacious young women who, at that time, had still been virgins. For some reason, there had been no-one else around in the park, and they were both taken by surprise when a couple of husky young men popped out of some bushes, grabbed them and hustled them in behind the bushes. The two men laid it on the line. "Call me Jack," said the spokesman. "You can call him Jack, too," he added, thumbing towards his mate. Now what is going to happen is that we are going to take off your clothes and screw you. If you scream you will regret it. You can struggle, though. That'll just make it more fun. Any questions?" Pale, the girls looked at each other. Any thought of struggling fading rapidly as they observed the way one of the Jack's was cleaning his nails with what looked like a very big, very sharp, knife. When the girls failed to speak, Jack grinned and pointed to Cathy. "I'm taking you. Jack will have the other one. Do you want to undress yourselves?" When the girls failed to take advantage of his offer, he shrugged. "Never mind. I've always liked unwrapping my presents." Acutely conscious of the menace emanating from the Jacks, neither girl tried to fight as they were swiftly stripped and then forced to the ground, but Cathy's mind was working frantically. She gasped as Jack started stroking her breast and pussy, finding to her surprise that she liked it. That did not mean that she was interested in losing her virginity like this. She could hear Gloria gasping and squealing as the other Jack got busy, playing with and teasing her. Writhing a little under Jack's touches an idea popped into her head. "Wait," she gasped. "I've got a proposition for you." "And I've got a cock for you," came the snide reply. "What can you offer that will interest me?" While Jack's fingers intruded into her pussy, Cathy gasped and explained. "If instead of taking me, you take Gloria after your mate has finished, I'll arrange to come past tomorrow with another friend. You can then take turns with her as well. I can probably arrange for a number of girls to come through the park with me. I can tip you off when we're coming and you can be here waiting. After you've finished with them, I'll pretend to be too scared to tell the police about it and persuade them not to." Jack considered this while he played with Cathy. Actually, he thought, it's not a bad deal if she keeps her word. But how to make sure she keeps her word? "Do you drive?" he asked Cathy. At her nod, he continued. "Then I'll keep your driver's license in case you're tempted to back out." Cathy nodded, hesitated, and then addressed one last issue. "When your mate starts taking Gloria, could you pretend to take me. That'll let me squeal as though you're really taking me and Gloria will know I'm a victim as well." Jack laughed. "I can do that. Is there anything else you'd like me to do?" "Actually, yes," said Cathy thoughtfully. "Can you position me so that I can see Gloria getting drilled? I'm curious and want to see her face and her pussy as Jack's cock goes in." "You," thought Jack, "are a cold-blooded bitch, and before this little adventure is complete I'm going to fuck your arse off." Obligingly he swung Cathy around so that she had an excellent view of Gloria. "Just in time," thought Cathy, as Jack was already in the act of parting Gloria's lips. Cathy watched as he slid the head slightly forward, letting Gloria's lips close around it. Gloria's face wore a horrified look as she stared down at where Jack was starting his invasion of her body. Cathy licked her lips, watching intently, and nearly cheered when Jack drove sharply down, sinking himself fully into Gloria, who gave a muffled scream, jamming her hand hard into her mouth. Then Cathy felt her Jack pressing full length on her, feeling his erection tight against her mound, but not entering. She gave a cry of despair, and saw Gloria turn sympathetic eyes towards her. While Jack lay on her, playing with her breasts, the pair of them watched as the other Jack started thrusting heavily into Gloria, who was making odd sounds, plainly not enjoying herself. Jack, it appeared, was a selfish lover, and he just pounded happily away, taking his pleasure. When Jack had finished, Cathy's Jack shook his head. "Jesus, Jack," he said. "You haven't anywhere near satisfied that girl. Let me show you how it's done." Rolling off Cathy, who promptly gave a pathetic little whimper, Jack positioned himself between Gloria's legs. "Now, just relax, darling, "and I'll show you how it's meant to be done." Swallowing nervously, Gloria watched as Jack lined himself up, pressing gently against her pussy. Expecting the same hard thrusting as the earlier assault, she tensed, but found herself relaxing when it didn't come. Instead, there was a soft but steady pressure against her lips, and she could feel them moving apart as of their own accord. Jack started sliding into her and Gloria could feel him going deep into her, but moving slowly and gently, giving her time to adjust. Once he was in, Jack paused, waiting for Gloria to relax a little. Getting the sign he was looking for, Jack slowly withdrew, hearing Gloria gasp slightly as he did so. Drilling in again, once more moving slowly, Jack sank back down, before starting the cycle all over again. Cathy watched, bright eyed, as Jack slowly made love to Gloria, drawing her away from the previous pain and humiliation, replacing them with a gentle loving that demanded she respond in kind. Even as Cathy watched, she saw Gloria's hips starting to move, pushing up to meet this new lover, responding to his challenge. Taking his time, Jack coaxed Gloria along, enjoying her responses. Slowly he increased his tempo, feeling Gloria staying with him, eagerly yielding to his demands. This time the action took longer than the first hurried rut, and Cathy was astounded to see Gloria bucking hard up against Jack, clearly enjoying the hard screwing he was giving her. Then Gloria was climaxing, with her hand again clamped over her mouth, changing a full body scream of relief into a muffled shriek. "See, Jack," he said as he lifted himself off Gloria. "That's the way you do it." Jack gave Cathy a meaningful look and snatched up her purse. Opening it he quickly palmed her driver's license then, grabbing her phone, he entered his own number and slipped the phone back in the purse. "Let's go, Jack," he said to his mate. "I've some things to tell you." Cathy and Gloria quickly dressed. "Do we have to tell anyone about this," Cathy asked, tears obvious in her voice. Gloria gulped. "We really should report it to the police," she said, even though the thought of having to describe that second rape was something she did NOT want to do. "Oh, please, I just couldn't," wept Cathy. "Everyone would be looking at me, and they do examinations and I couldn't bear to think of being touched there right now." "I know what you mean," said Gloria with a sigh. "I'll keep silent if you will," she offered, relieved to not have to discuss it. - - - "Hi, Paula. What are you doing?" "Nothing much. You?" "I'm just going for a walk. It's a nice evening. Want to come?" Paula shrugged. Why not? She was bored and Cathy was good company. They ambled along, taking time to field and send text messages, as young women will. Soon they found themselves strolling through the park, only to receive a shock when a couple of men suddenly hustled them behind some bushes. "Hi, girls. I'm Jack." The preamble carried on, with the final result being the same, two naked young women who were going to do what they were told, like it or not. There was one slight change, however. Cathy found herself with the second Jack, while the talkative Jack was already stroking Paula's pussy. "You do know you don't actually have sex with me?" she asked quietly, relieved at Jack's vicious smile and nod. "I know, pretend with you, then fuck her when Jack's finished, and you bring another sacrificial lamb tomorrow. Oh, yes. I have to make sure you get a prime viewing spot when Jack prongs your friend." There followed some extensive groping on the part of both Jack's, with Cathy finding that the second Jack had a touch as crude as the way he raped Gloria. All hands and no consideration. Paula, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying her Jack's touch, as she was giving out with gasps, sighs and gentle squeaks of pleasure. Jack was suddenly rolling Paula onto her stomach, hoisting her bottom into the air. Cathy could see Paula throwing nervous little glances behind her, and couldn't blame her. Jack's cock was now resting firmly against her pussy. Then Jack was pressing into her, and Cathy saw Paula's eyes open wide before she turned her head, looking firmly away from the action. Cathy could hear her gasping as Jack started penetrating her, followed by a short, sharp squeal as Jack pressed harder and moved rapidly in, popping another cherry as he went. Cathy suddenly remembered that she was supposedly getting raped too, and gave her own pathetic squeal of pain, accompanied by a sniff. She saw Paula fling a glance at her before looking away again, and then she saw Jack starting his fun. Paula felt Jack draw out of her and then push firmly back in. She was beset by conflicting emotions. She liked it, but it was rape. And Cathy could see what was happening to her, not that Cathy'd be paying much attention if she had a cock rammed inside her. Paula shrugged and settled down to enjoy it. She might as well, she thought, as she sure couldn't prevent it. Jack was appreciating the cooperative pussy that was bouncing along in fine style. It might have been virgin, but once popped it was eager to play with the rest of the grown-ups. He might just try to find her again, some day, for a return match. He pounded along, happy to oblige the pussy that was expecting him to pleasure it, smirking, as he knew he had an audience who were undoubtedly appreciating his expertise. He glanced over at Cathy and winked, before turning back to Paula to continue ravishing her body and senses. Cathy watched, awed at the way Jack was making Paula respond. She wondered how Paula would react when she found the other Jack taking a turn. Then Jack was speeding up, his cock ramming Paula at double pace as he raced towards his climax. Cathy heard Paula scream quietly, and then let out a pathetic wail of her own once Paula had quieted. Jack relaxed, drawing out of Paula. He looked at his mate and grinned. With a sudden hard slap on Paula's rump he called out. "Hey Jack, this is prime. Why don't you try some as well." The second Jack was only too happy to. If he'd waited much longer he'd probably have jumped Cathy, and that would have made his mate mad. He settled down behind Paula, who was nervously wondering what was going on. She didn't take long to find out as Jack promptly drilled hard into her, showing the same lack of finesse that he'd demonstrated with Gloria. After the way the first Jack had treated her, this Jack came as a horrible shock to Paula. One moment she'd been having a thorough loving and wonderful climax, and the next some maniac with a jack hammer was furiously pounding her. Paula squealed, trying to pull away, but Jacks hands were clamped tightly on her hips as he took his pleasure. The only nice thing Paula could say about this maniac was that he was fast, spilling his seed in a very short time. Then the pair of Jacks had gone, leaving the girls to clean themselves up and dress. With the departure of the Jack's, Cathy turned to Paula. "What do we do, Paula?" she wept. "Should we report this. I don't want to. I just want to forget it." Paula was made of slightly sterner stuff than Gloria, and it took quite a bit of pleading for her to forego her natural desire for vengeance. Satisfied at last that Paula would keep quiet, Cathy started thinking of the next day. - - - Cathy struck it lucky the next day. Janice was heading home and she went along with her, saying the walk would do her good. It turned out that she didn't even have to suggest they cut through the park. Janice did it for her. So the two girls headed off, strolling, chatting and, of course, texting. Again the girls were grabbed and hustled behind the bushes, and again Jack gave out with his little speech. It only took a few moments and then Cathy was standing quietly while the quiet Jack was stripping her and the first Jack was stripping Janice. But not quietly. Janice was struggling in a fury, twisting and turning and hampering Jack as much as possible. It didn't help in the long run, and Cathy could see Jack was enjoying the struggle. When he finally had Janice naked he didn't waste any time with foreplay. He promptly pinned her to the ground, forcing her legs apart. Janice fought, twisting and turning, desperate to keep that damn cock out of her. She squealed in fury as she felt it butting against her lips, and squealed in frustration as she felt it enter. Cathy watched fascinated as Janice struggled. She suddenly realised that Jack was just toying with Janice. Once his cock had made the initial breach, he could have forced it home any time he wanted. Instead, he would let Janice struggle, but anytime she stopped twisting and turning for a moment, he would promptly push a little bit further in. Cathy watched as Jack's head eased between Janice's lips, guestimating how far he was in. Probably right next to her cherry, she thought, and watched closer. Sure enough, the next pause in the struggle was accompanied by a slightly firmer thrust and a cry of dismay from Janice. Her struggles went in abeyance and Jack took full advantage, driving on home to another protesting cry from Janice. Jack laughed down ay Janice as he lay on her, cock firmly in place. "You lose," he said. "Are you going to continue to fight, or start to love?" Jack started moving his hips gently, stirring up Janice's pussy. He was quietly confident that the struggle would have heated Janice's blood and, whether she knew it or not, she was now in a prime condition to appreciate a little cock work. Jack was moving smoothly, sliding up and down inside Janice's reluctant pussy, and he laughed again at the shock on her face when she realised that she was moving in unison with him. Janice started when she found that her hips were pushing up to meet that bastard's cock. She tried to stop them, but they seemed to have a mind of their own, bouncing happily and relishing the sensations coming from her pussy. Cathy had completely forgotten about the side show she was supposed to be putting on. She just lay there, watching Janice succumb to Jack, while Jack two played with her boobs, occasionally moving his hand to explore her pussy. Janice was gasping now, trying to fight it off, but feeling her climax approaching. Her most fervent desire at that stage wasn't to have her climax but to have a pair of docking shears. She really wanted this bastard's balls, just not in her. Jack finally let loose, ejaculating deep in Janice, hearing her frustrated scream as she also climaxed. "I hope you enjoyed that somewhat, woman," he thought. "My mate is still lacking in finesse." Janice just had time to feel a sense of relief at Jack getting off her when the other man crashed down on her, his cock promptly driving deep and then he was raping her. She gasped in shock and pain as Jack two quickly ravished her, hurriedly trying for his own climax. Then he was coming into her, rolling off her, and laughing at her stunned expression. "Enjoyed that did you?" Jack two said triumphantly. "Thought you would." Then again the two were heading off, leaving the two girls to sort themselves out. While they dressed, Janice spoke quietly to Cathy. "I don't want you to mention this to anyone," she said. "I'll find them myself and take steps." "Shouldn't we go to the police," suggested Cathy, hearing the blunt refusal with secret delight. Another successful day. One more, she thought, and then I should be able to break away from the Jacks. - - - The next day, Cathy was starting to feel a little desperate. No likely victims had come her way, and it was getting late. She was convinced that fortune smiled on her, when Melissa hailed her. "Hi Cathy," she called, turning into the park. "What are you up to?" "Oh, nothing much," said Cathy, joining her and deftly steering Melissa towards the appropriate path. Just considering what I'll be doing tomorrow." Again the bushes, and again the men hustling them behind them, and then everything went still around Cathy. There were a lot of people there. Gloria, Paula and Janice, for a start. Then there was Gloria's father, someone who looked so much like Paula he had to be a brother, and someone else who was hovering protectively around Janice. There was also a fourth man, who Melissa went and stood next to. Worst of all, there were a couple of badly beaten Jacks lying unconscious on the ground. Janice smiled. "My guess is they'll be in hospital for several weeks," she said. "They both have two broken ankles amongst other broken bones, cuts and contusions, and not forgetting the heavy bruising and hopefully ruptured testicles. They also had a little tale to tell, that we found very interesting. We'd already guessed it, of course, when it turned out that anyone who walked in the park with you got raped. Gloria saw me leaving the park with you yesterday and we had an interesting talk. Then we asked around and found Paula and had another interesting chat." "I don't know what you're talking about," gasped Cathy. "I was raped, too. You know I was." "Actually we don't know any such thing," said Gloria, "but my father, the doctor, is going to check and see." Horrified, Cathy turned and looked at him. "No, you're not," she said. "I don't want a check-up, thank you very much." "Oh, it will be no trouble," said Gloria's father, as he calmly unzipped and took out what Cathy considered to be a horribly large erection. "You can see I've brought just the tool to make that sort of test." "And I'm going to give a second opinion," said Paula's brother, unzipping as well. "And gee," he added, looking around, "it looks as though you'll be getting a third and fourth opinion as well." Cathy panicked and turned to run. Before she'd taken two steps several vengeful young women had seized her, and were swiftly stripping off her clothes. She was then ruthlessly forced her to the ground and pinned there. Cathy looked around desperately, hoping one of the men would sympathise and help her, but they all seemed to be interested in her body, looking it over and discussing it. "Should we play with her first, to get her excited?" asked Paula's brother. "I see no reason why," said Gloria's father. "She's had three days of men playing with her pussy. She must be ready now." Pale, Cathy watched as Gloria's father settled between her thighs. Her eyes fasted on his erection. It wasn't fair, she thought. That thing is bigger than what the Jack's had. Glancing around, she found that it was also bigger than what the rest of the men had. She swallowed. How the hell was she supposed to handle something like that. "By the way," said Gloria's father, "by a strange coincidence, my name is Jack. I'm telling you so you know what to scream when you climax." Larks in the Park Ch. 04 He wasted no time, stretching Cathy's lips apart and inserting the head of his cock between them. He pressed slowly in, quickly finding Cathy's intact hymen. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid that I have to announce that Cathy is a virgin," a vigorous thrust and a scream, "no more." Cathy could hear the other girls giggling at her plight, while she frantically twisted under the cock that was pressing steadily into her. It wasn't fair. It really wasn't. Why couldn't they have started her off with a smaller cock? Jack took his time pressing home, giving Cathy time to adjust. While he fully intended to rape her and knew that the others would also take full advantage of her, he saw no reason to make her first experience unduly painful. The other girls hadn't come to any real harm. Cathy squirmed. She could feel Jack filling her, and she could feel herself stretching to accommodate him. It wasn't really painful, she decided, just uncomfortable and distinctly odd feeling. How much further was he going in? She moved restlessly as Jack slipped even further in, finally raising her head to look down at where she was being penetrated. She gasped and her head slumped back down. What seemed like a massive shaft was slowly sinking into her, and it looked as though it had quite a way to go. Gathering her nerves, she took another peek, and then gave a heartfelt groan. It already felt as though she had a foot or so of fat cock inside her and there were several inches to go. "How big is that damned thing," she gasped. "About seven and a half inches," Jack said with a smile. "Enjoying it yet?" "I was asking about length, not width," said Cathy bitterly. "Why would I be enjoying it?" "Why not? It's what you're meant to do," she was told. "Now stop whining and take the rest of this." With a sudden jerk, Jack finally pressed home, with Cathy squealing in surprise at the sudden thrust. Cathy lay there, knowing she was no longer a virgin, wondering what was going to happen. She wasn't left wondering long. Jack moved smoothly out and back in, in one swift motion. Then he was steadily pounding into her, driving rapidly back and forth. "If you've been observing the girls getting raped," Jack pointed out, "then you should know that you're supposed to lift your hips while I'm doing this." Cathy glared up at him, while the memory of Gloria heaving up to meet Jack's cock floated through her mind. Gloria had seemed to like that, she remembered. She decided to relax and see what would happen. As Jack pounded down, he could feel Cathy's hips starting to rise to meet him. Thoughtfully, he slowed a little, letting her adjust to the slower speed before increasing the tempo again. It didn't take long and Cathy was gasping and giving little squeals as Jack pounded into her. She wondered what she'd been so scared of. This was fun. She bucked hard up against Jack, enjoying the feel of him plunging into her. She found that she didn't even care if he was an older man. His age had evidently taught him how to use his cock. Jack could feel the pressure building in himself. He was going to climax, and if Cathy didn't, bad luck. One of the others would attend to that little detail. He came explosively, flooding deep inside Cathy, then slowed down and stopped, leaving Cathy making desperate little jerks with her hips, hungry for completion. Paula's brother stepped forward. "I'm Brian," he snapped, and with no further comment drove straight into Cathy. If he was hoping to upset her with his sudden thrust, he was to be disappointed. Cathy rose desperately to meet him, her body crying for relief, wanting to continue from where Jack had left off. Brian found himself riding the tiger as Cathy bucked beneath him. Cathy's desperate energy was the undoing of Brian. He could feel Cathy clutching his cock and climaxing, clamping down on him and forcing a climax long before he wanted it. Gasping, he sent his seed into her, vowing that he'd catch her alone sometime and really get to fuck her. Janice's friend stepped forward. "I'm Michael," he said, "but you can call me sir. Now roll over, bum in the air." At this command, the girls who were holding her arms promptly moved position, assisting her to roll over. Michael pushed her bottom higher, leaving Cathy with her face in the grass. "This is for Janice," he snapped, and drove quickly into her. Cathy squealed as Michael crudely pummelled her. She was reminded in technique of the second Jack and his crude ways. This was not going to be fun she realised, just something to be borne. Michael was in a bad mood. He'd had intentions of removing Janice's virginity himself, and because of this silly woman he couldn't. And Janice probably wouldn't let a cock near her for months now. He vengefully rammed into Cathy, no finesse or kindness. Just a quick desire to get his rocks off with some victim, and Cathy qualified. Cathy bore his assault calmly, but was relieved when he finally rolled off her. Was that all she wondered. Melissa hadn't been raped, so her boyfriend shouldn't need revenge. It turned out he did want revenge for what she'd tried to do to Melissa. "However, since you didn't actually cause Melissa to be raped, and since Melissa said she'd rip my cock of if I took advantage of this to rape you, I'm not going to. Melissa said I could claim a blow job, however, as a reward for helping to beat up your pair of Jacks. Isn't it lucky you're already kneeling." Settling to the ground in front of Cathy, He stretched out, cock standing tall. Gesturing towards it, he indicated that Cathy should start. Cathy looked at him. "What if I don't?" she snapped. "Didn't I mention? While you give me the blow job, your three victims are going to spank your bottom, and they will continue spanking until you finish." Cathy felt a resounding spank on her bottom cheek, followed quickly by another on the other side. With a yelp of pain she hurriedly bent over Melissa's boyfriend, taking his cock into her mouth. A mistake she realised at once, but not one she could correct. Her bending over had lifted her bottom into the air, giving the girls a much better target. She could hear them giggling, taking it in turns to spank her, timing their spanks to coincide with the bobbing of her head on the boyfriend's cock. Melissa gently sucked, while running her mouth up and down his shaft, her teeth grating over his bulbous head, causing him to groan, and her tongue slid back and forth, desperately urging him towards fulfilment. She could feel the shaft trembling to her touch, while her bottom cringed to the continuing spanks falling upon it. Hurry up, damn you, she thought, or I won't be able to sit for a week. Her hand started agitating the base of the shaft she was sucking on, giving it further encouragement, and she almost gasped with relief when her teeth once more grazed his head, and he groaned and came. Almost gasped, because it wouldn't be wise to gasp while he was coming in her mouth. Reluctantly, she swallowed, and took her head away from him. She slumped on the ground, sore of bottom, sore of pussy, and with an odd taste in her mouth. The others stood around her, looking down, no sympathy in their eyes. Not quite no sympathy, she realised. Jack was looking at her with a touch of sympathy. The others rose and started to leave. Jack lingered for a moment, sending his daughter on ahead. "You'd better hurry and get dressed. The police and emergency will be here soon to collect those two," jerking his thumb at the groaning Jacks. "You'd better come to my clinic tomorrow and I'll check you out to make sure that you haven't come to any real harm." "That's right," Cathy muttered. "You are a doctor, aren't you. Do you always invite girls you've raped to your clinic for a check-up?" "Only those I'm intending to rape again," said Jack. "I'll book you in for five thirty. You'll be the last patient and the nurse and receptionist can go home as soon as I see you."