A Cum Sluts Tale - Part 3...Gangbang Rape In A Park

The adventures continue.. In Part 2 I told you about my first
Cottaging experience with John. He and I remained an item for
many years. From now on I will describe various memorable
adventures I have had, some with him, some not, but not
necessarily in order. Today it will be my gang rape in a Park.
Difficult to imagine that a cum slut can ever be truly raped I
suppose, but as I was taken by force, technically it was rape I
guess.

It was a very hot summer afternoon. I was driving alone through
part of the City which was pretty much an immigrant area. I
realised I was driving past a big park. I was feeling hot and
sticky, so just decided to get out try to cool down. Of course
sex was never far from my naughty mind, but just then it was not
an issue. I parked the car, and walked through the gates. It was
much cooler under the trees. I sat on a bench and just relaxed.
After a few minutes I started walking through the park and saw a
sign 'Toilets'. Now as every cum slut knows, a sign like that has
two meanings .. a place to relieve yourself literally, or
possible sex. I decided to go and have a peak, just out of
curiosity, and I could do with a pee.

As I approached I was surprised at the size. A large area
enclosed by a high wooden fence. I opened the gate and walked in.
Long urinals around three sides and a couple of cubicles. That
was not my only surprise, it was full of men. All ages, colours,
creeds, and sizes. West Indians, Asians, white guys.

Nothing was going on. All but one of the urinals had a guy
standing in front of it, and the other guys were just standing
around. I went over to the empty spot at one urinal, got my cock
out and peed. There were just too many men about, no chance of an
encounter, so I zipped up and turned to leave. I just do not know
to this day what triggered them. Perhaps they were all gay and
saw me as fresh meat.

Usually when there are a few guys in a Cottage everyone is really
wary, and quite often nothing ever happens, even if all there
were after sex. Presumably they all knew each other. Long before
I reached the gate, my arms were seized by a guy on either side.
A big, black, muscular guy came up behind me, clamped one hand
over my mouth, an arm around my waist, andheld me tight to his
body. Two Asian men, in their forties I think walked up in front
of me. One undid the buttons of my shirt, the other undid my
trousers. All the men had gathered around in a tight circle by
then. I did not have time to think about enjoying this, I was too
frightened and shocked. In under a minute I was stripped naked.
my clothes were thrown into a corner. The big WestIndian let go
of me, walked around and looked into my terrified eyes. My arms
were still held, and I think I was struggling a little. He
smiled, I remember that distinctly, then smacked the side of my
face really hard with his open hand. My head began to spin, and
as my thoughts cleared I realised I was on my knees, my arms now
held by someone behind my back so tightly that it hurt. Madly my
only thoughts were "what if the Police walk in".

I was vaguely aware that lots of the guys had their cocks out
now. My head now buzzed with two conflicting ideas. On the one
hand I knew of course I was a cum slut who loved being abused by
strangers. I ought to be begging for their cocks and sperm, but
strangely all I wanted to do was escape. That was not an option.
Someone held my hair and yanked my head backwards. My mouth
opened, to scream I suppose, but no scream appeared. One of the
Asian guys who had stripped me stuffed his rock hard cock deep in
my mouth. Murmurs of approval from the others as he started to
fuck my mouth. I know I wasn't sucking him, just having my mouth
shagged. They had let go of my hair by now, so that pain had
ceased. I wanted to try to enjoy this, but I just couldn't. He
did not last long, with a grunt he shot his spunk into my mouth.
I felt it trickling from my lips .. for once I tried not to
swallow.

There was a stampede to get to me. I am not sure now, but as many
as six guys fucked my mouth then, one after the other. After the
second had finished I started to swallow their sperm. Not because
I wanted to, just a reflex action I suppose. Things quietened
down for a short time. I was dazed, still on my knees on the
muddy floor, but eventually it dawned on me I was no longer being
held. I didn't try to escape .. how could ? I was stark naked
with spunk dripping from my mouth and all over my tits. I just
looked around at the men, stupidly waiting for my next abuser.

Someone was close behind me now ... his arms encircled me and his
fingers found my nipples. He squeezed them, and at last lust just
started to outweigh my fear. I was pushed forward onto my hands
and knees. I knew what was coming, but did not try to resist. I
felt the tip of a cock pushing at my arsehole. I knew without
lube he could hurt me badly. I forced myself to try to relax, but
hard as he tried he could not get in.

Somebody said "spit, spit". I heard the sound of the guy behind
me spitting and he must have used it to lube his cock. Pop, it
was in. I had no idea how big or small his cock was, well
certainly not small. I expected merciless fucking, but it was not
like that. He actually fucked me quite gently. Long regular
strokes that had my toes curling, but not meant to hurt me.

My eyes were looking at the ground, when hands lifted my head. I
dimly recognised the big West Indian who had slapped me. He was
holding a very, very big cock in his hand and guiding it to my
mouth. I didn't resist. It was so big I could just get my lips
around it. I now wanted this to all end as soon as possible, so I
sucked and ran my tongue over it. This must have excited the guy
behind, who intensified his thrusts and grunted a few times. I
did not feel his cum spurt up my arse, but as he disengaged felt
some trickle down my leg.

Another guy mounted me, then another, then another. They were
fucking me roughly by now, but I was lubed up with sperm, so no
pain. The West Indian tried his best to force his cock deeper
into my mouth, but couldn't. I am not going to embroider this by
pretending to know how many guys had mounted and dumped their
loads in my arse. I just really remember the West Indian guy,
pulling out and saying "My turn, boys". Then it was his giant
cock forcing its way inside my poor bottom. This time it did
hurt, and continued to hurt as he shagged me without mercy. I
knew tears were running down my face, and can just remember a few
guys taking advantage of my empty mouth.

I hardly noticed. Mechanically I sucked and swallowed as each
load was deposited. All I could feel was the pain in my arse. At
last the West Indian guy bellowed and shot his load. He pulled
out really quickly, one last agonising pain, and I collapsed in
the mud. I could just see feet shuffling around me as they left.
I lay there on the floor ... what a mess .. mouth, lips, tits
covered in spunk, sperm dribbling madly from my aching arse.
After a minute or two I crawled over to where my clothes were,
dressed and staggered to the car. How did I feel? Just terrible.
Strange how life can be .. the fantasy of being gangbanged would
have been such a turn on ...

In Part 4 I will tell you about a Cottaging experience I treasure
.. nothing extreme, just pure, wonderful sex with a couple of
strangers.

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