A Picnic in the Par

A Picnic in the Park

Author's note: The MC and general plot line were in my mind when I woke up this morning. So, presented for your perusal is the following twenty-four-hour wonder or disaster, as you prefer. No characters under 18. All Rights reserved.

There was a big park near the university I was attending on my parents' money. Jake and I liked to go there for some fun I the sun. Jake was my main squeeze and live-in lover. Jake was very easy to be around. I enjoyed his company almost as much as I enjoyed him fucking me two or three times a day. We were both studying education: I was in Elementary; he was in secondary, planning to teach science and/or math.

I am an attractive young woman, slender and fit. I don't have a big butt or big boobs, but everything is in the right place, and I have the curves to prove it. Small curves, I only weigh 110 pounds. Brown hair and brown eyes, good complexion, but nothing to cause me to stand out in a crowd. When Jake and I go to a club, usually a few guys ask me to dance, but there is never a queue. Sometimes I dance with the guy and sometimes I decline.

We like going to the park. We usually try to go to a secluded place when we have a picnic so we can get one of our usual three weekend love makings in, outdoors in the sun. We had just finished our picnic lunch and were drinking some wine, preparatory to taking our clothes off, when we found ourselves surrounded by six large, very black, men.

The biggest man had a gun, and as he pointed out, one of the others was also armed. "Follow me," he directed.

I started to gather up our supplies, he ordered, "Leave that! Give me your cell phones!" Jake and I looked at each other and complied. He tossed Jake's phone on the picnic blanket and stuffed mine in his pocket.

The apparent leader led the way into the brush and undergrowth, followed by another guy, then me, then two more guys, then Jake, and then the last two guys, the very last being the other one that was armed. We tramped through some very heavy undergrowth, often barely being on a trail. We crossed a creek and then climbed for a while. I didn't know if we were still in the park or not. Our walk must have lasted forty or fifty minutes. I was beginning to perspire. We came to a sunlit clearing, and our cavalcade stopped.

Jake was directed to sit. Two guys flanked him, including the armed thug. The leader gave me a one-word command, "Strip!" I knew I would have to comply, but I modestly hesitated anyway.

The leader's next command was, "Mikey!" The apparently unarmed guy next to Jake hit him very hard in the stomach.

Jake's reply was "Oof!" I could tell he was struggling to breathe. I started toward him.

The big guy said, "Don't!" I stopped.

"Now," he said, "I will explain. You will do everything I tell you to do immediately upon my command. We would hate to mess your pretty face up, so next time, you hesitate, Mikey will hit your friend in the face. Understand?"

I nodded my head.

He repeated himself, "Now, strip. Don't stop until you are completely bare-assed."

His cold, flat voice was very frightening. I would have been less frightened if he had raised his voice. I quickly did as I was told, and soon was totally bare to the sun and to the seven guys in the clearing.

"Lie down on the grass and spready your legs," was his next order. I lay down.

"Max go get us some beer," was his next command. Maxey headed away into the undergrowth.

"Jace, apply the K-Y," he commanded. Jace stepped forward and started applying the lubricant to my vaginal opening. I resisted, putting my hands on his.

"Hands by your sides," was his next command, as I noticed he was pulling his pants off. Oh god, I thought, he's going to rape me in front of all these guys.

As Jace continued his application of the K-Y, I noticed him lying down beside me, sporting an erect black cock larger than any I had ever seen. Jake was slightly over seven inches. This guy was at least two inches longer, maybe three, and substantially thicker as well.

I couldn't help myself. Jace's attention to my labia and clitoris was arousing me in spite of my being the center of attention for all in the enclave.

"Let me explain some things," he told me. "I'm Big Al, you can call me that or just Al. What's going to happen to you this afternoon is going to happen. You have no control. As long as the two of you do what you're told when you're told, neither you nor Jake will be too badly bruised. Any questions?" I had none, so he continued, "Now, as much as is possible, we don't want this to be unpleasant for you. Your best bet is to just relax and enjoy the ride." He was interrupted by the reappearance of Max. He continued, "Before you and I get started, let's share a beer. It'll help you relax. I want you to drink the whole beer. You don't have to chug it. Just keep making progress."

Max distributed beer to everyone but Jake. I considered my position. It looked like I was about to get fucked by the biggest cock I had ever seen lying in a forest meadow with six other guys. I took another swig of beer. I knew I was in a very bad position. A couple of tears fell down my face. I took another swig of beer. I had to agree that having a beer or two would probably take some of the edge off what it seemed was ordained to happen to me. Al chugged the last of his beer. "Finish up, sweetie, it's time to get down to business. By the way, sweetie, what's your name?"

"Carla," I whispered. "Carla Ross."

"Carla's enough for me," he replied. He laid down on his back. "Now, Carla, you've been lubricated, so we're going to start off going at your pace. You need to straddle me and push my tip into your cunt, now."

Grimly, I straddled him and began to push his monster cock against the opening of my slit. It didn't seem to fit.

He encouraged me, "You may have to use a little force, Carla. Just push harder, I doubt that you will feel any pain."

Easy for him to say. I could tell that fourteen eyes were on me. I held his cock against my slit with both hands and pushed my pelvis forward as hard as I could. I could feel my pussy stretch to accommodate the first two or three inches of the monster.

"Just relax, Carla," Al instructed me. "Take another inch or two and then relax. Your pussy will adjust and then you can push further."

I was embarrassed and ashamed to be performing this very intimate act with all these guys watching, but even worse, I was finding it to be exciting and arousing. I focused on Al's asshole smile, as I pushed and rested. I was finding the whole exercise more and more exciting and arousing and less and less embarrassing or shaming. I reached the end and almost climaxed when his tip touched my cervix.

"Very good, Carla," Al complimented me. "Now, at your speed start going up and down."

I again did as I was told twice and then had a convulsive orgasm, crying out my pleasure.

"Al," one of his gang said, "I think the bitch is enjoying it!"

What an asshole! I thought, but as I continued moving up and down on the monster, I knew I was enjoying it. So much so that in not much more than a minute after I resumed my thrusting, I was screaming out my joy and bucking my hips at climax again. There was no longer any doubt, the bitch was enjoying it. I speeded up my pelvic thrusts and was rewarded with an even quicker and bigger body-shaking orgasm.

Al commanded me again, "That's enough of that! Get on your hands and knees!" I followed my master's directive and was rewarded with ten inches of feminine joy penetrating my cunt from the rear. Now I was moaning and groaning in response to each delightful stroke as Al proceeded to give me the fucking of my life. I didn't care that Jake and five other guys were watching, I just wanted more. After my third orgasm in the doggy position, I felt Al filling my pussy up with spurt after spurt of hot jism.

As he withdrew, I collapsed feeling the erotic pleasure of having just been thoroughly reamed. I only had a few moments of this bliss. I heard Al say, "Okay, Marcus, show the bitch what you've got."

Marcus ordered me to get back up on my hands and knees. He was almost as big and almost equal to Al at giving me repeated climaxes. After two or three climaxes in the doggy position, he pushed me down into the flatiron and another three or four climaxes. Then he rolled me over and in my second missionary position climax he unloaded in me. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying the degradation and humiliation of an involuntary gangbang. I think that was adding to my sensuous enjoyment of my erotic exercise and display.

Although Al had put his pants back on, he was still directing my tasking, "Jace, it's time for what you've been waiting for."

Jace ordered me, "On your tummy, Carla!"

He began applying K-Y to my ass. "Not my ass," I whimpered.

Al commented, "You're not a woman until you've been thoroughly ass-fucked."

I knew I had no choice. Again, it seemed all eyes were on my discomfort with Jace's taking liberties with my ass.

I guess he satisfied himself with his work, because I felt his prick pressing against my anus. Jace told me, "This is similar to taking Big Al in your pussy; you have to relax and then take me in a little at a time.

Fortunately for my poor ass, he wasn't as big as Al. As relaxed as I could I pushed back against the head of his cock. Suddenly, my sphincter gave way and with some pain, I felt his tip enter not only my anus, but the opening to my rectum. It actually began to feel a little pleasant. I pushed again and impaled myself another inch or two. It really wasn't that bad at all. I pushed another inch or two further; it was beginning to feel a bit nice. I pushed again and felt my butt against his pelvis. It was a different sensation than vaginal penetration, but it was almost as compelling. I began to thrust myself against him over and over.

Jace exclaimed, "Hey! Hey! The bitch is getting into it." I didn't care; I just won't more of these pleasureful sensations. I became verbal in my enjoyment, "Oh! Oh! Ah! Ah!" My moaning and groaning became louder, and I had my first anal orgasm. It was different than other orgasms, maybe not quite as intense, but still a wonderful erotic pleasure. Jace took over the stroking, and I had two more of these orgasms of a different kind; on the second I had the added sensation of his semen warming my rectum from the inside out.

I knew I was being raped, but I was feeling great. My audience seemed to be enjoying themselves, except for Jake. He seemed to be sadly considering the grass in front of himself. I guessed that he was disgusted with my wanton behavior. I couldn't help myself: It was true I was being forced, but I was having the greatest sex of my life. I wasn't angry with these guys. How could I be when I was feeling such pleasure. I wanted to please them as much as they were pleasing me. I knew my relationship with Jake was probably over but I decided that it was a reasonable trade-off.

My next partner was Max. He concentrated on giving me vaginal orgasms. It was taking less and less to get me off, although the orgasms did seem to be not quite as intense. When he was finished, I lay there feeling so very good, as semen drained from my pussy, and to a lesser extent, from my ass.

All that hadn't had me were Mikey and the second gunner. Al called out, "Okay, Mikey and Reggie, it's your turn."

What was this, two guys at once? I soon found out what was next. Mikey laid down, and I impaled myself on top of him. Then Reggie went to work on my ass. This was my first double penetration. I didn't know what to expect. What happened was my arousal accelerated faster than ever before and the total fullness of two cocks at once stimulated me to magnificent orgasm after magnificent orgasm. I became hoarse from screaming out my exhilaration as blended orgasm after blended orgasm shook my body to its core. I couldn't believe how fantastic I was feeling. It seemed my body was experiencing climaxes more than the moments in between. When they finally came almost simultaneously with another of my incredible orgasms. I was exhausted. Basking in the afterglow of an unbelievable fucking, I couldn't believe how great I felt. Al helped me to my feet.

He asked me, "Pick up your clothes, Carla." I could only pick them up because he was supporting one of my arms. "You're free to go, Jake." Jake slowly rose to his feet and headed back the way he had come, not looking back. "Carla, are you coming with us?"

Jake was already gone. I felt the greatest I had ever felt in my entire life. I heard myself saying, "I don't have to be back for a while. Sure, I'll go with you." I didn't know where they were taking me, but as long as I was going to get some more of what I had just gotten, I didn't care. I should have, but I didn't.

I started to pull my panties on, but Al corrected me, "You can just carry your clothes. I followed him through a hundred yards or so of brush and we came to a late-model crew cab white pickup, parked at the end of a country lane. The guys all got into their seats leaving me outside. Jace took the driver seat with Mikey next to him and Max in the shotgun seat. Reggie sat behind Jace, Marcus behind Mikey, and Al behind Max. Al told me to give Mikey my clothes and then sit in his lap. Once we were rolling, Al entertained me by nuzzling the nape of my neck and massaging my boobs with occasional nipple play for variety. We cruised onto a farm-to-market road and after a few miles turned off on a long gravel driveway. We parked behind a tan Escalade next to a large house that had been partially obscured from the road by trees and brush. Inside were four women and two guys. All were black, although two of the women were lighter-skinned, indicating mixed heritage. One of the women was nude, two were clothed in panties and one rather buxom woman had both panties and bra on.

"New meat?", one of the women commented.

"Not your business, Gloria!" commented Al, as he led me upstairs, followed by all of the other guys. The stairs led to a central room with windows on one side. I assumed the doors on the other sides led to bedrooms and baths. The room had a large bed in the center and was surrounded by sofas, chairs and a dining room suite.

Al oriented me, "I think you'll fit the bed, nicely, Carla." I laid down on the bed. Al laid down beside me. "You know the drill. Jace, you got her ass. Marcus, you can have her mouth. This was my first air-tight session. After three or four orgasms, I was feeling no pain, as the three of them came in quick succession. After that, I was treated to the variety of a DP session with Bob and Will, the two guys new to me. My evening was finished with one more air-tight session, courtesy of Jimmy, Max, and Mikey.

I felt wonderful, deliciously thoroughly fucked in all my orifices. I was wondering what my situation was with Jake now.

I asked Al, "Can I get a ride back to campus? I need to get ready for class tomorrow."

Al smiled at me, "You got walks for tomorrow's classes, Carla. You can bed down here. Gloria will show you to your room. Gloria! Get your ass up here!"

Gloria was a dark black woman, clad in panties with large mammaries flopping.

Al introduced me and asked Gloria, "This is Carla! Which room are you giving her?"

Gloria replied, "A-2 has a dormer window and an ensuite. Is that okay?"

Al replied, "Great, Gloria!"

Gloria guided me, "This way, Carla. You have a nice bod. You're going to do very well here."

She continued as we went into room A-2, "You're going to do real well here. A girl like you can easily make five thousand a week. Al lets us keep half our fees and all of our tips. Five grand will be easy for you."

I asked her, "What's going on?" I had an idea but I didn't like it.

Gloria continued, ignoring my apparent naivete, "Generally, you'll do eight tricks a day, but less if you do some specials." She continued on, explaining penis examinations and the other mundanities of working girl life.

After Gloria left, I pondered my options. I decided to confront Al. I went downstairs, Al was watching TV and drinking a beer. "Hi, Carla, would you like a beer?"

I replied, "Yes, thanks, Al. Can we talk for a minute?"

Al got a serious look. "Come with me, Carla."

He took a beer from the refrigerator, popped the top, and handed it to me. "What's on your mind, Carla?"

I told him straight-forwardly, "I didn't sign on to be a prostitute, Al."

He glibly replied, "Don't worry about it, Carla. This is temporary. In two weeks or less, I'll have you set up as a high-class escort. You'll be making twice as much or more than these whores are making."

I tried again, "Al, I want to get a university degree and make something out of myself."

He explained, "This is it, Carla. You can make more money here, than with all the advanced degrees in the world. However," his voice took on an edge, "this is what you're going to be doing. I'm sure you're going to be very successful and have the time of your life. This is my business and I don't appreciate disruptions, do you understand, Carla?"

I told him, "I think you gave me the carrot and stick, while telling me I have no choice. Did I get it right?"

He replied, "Exactamente, sweetheart and while we're on the subject, be a dear, and give daddy a blow job."

I kneeled, pulled his cock from his pants, and began sucking. It was clear my die was cast. I enjoyed fucking, but I belatedly was realizing there was more to life than keeping my pussy satiated. At least it didn't appear I would have any issues with respect to that.

As far as pimps go, Al didn't seem to be the worst. I knew he could be tough as nails when it was required but gratuitous cruelty didn't seem to be his bag. I cooperated, did my eight tricks in a day and in less than three weeks I was sharing an apartment with two other working girls, Sarah was black, and Trixie was Hispanic.

We mostly went to the best hotels in town to service our clients, although we did have some variety. I seemed to get the best assignments. A lot of clients seemed to prefer my girl next door appearance to something more flashy. Most considered discretion more important than glamour. Sarah and Trixie both had bigger butts and boobs than me.

I was sitting in a sidewalk café. I had started relaxing with Sarah and Trixie, both of whom were becoming my friends, but they had clients to attend to and had left me alone. A pleasant-looking guy asked if he could join me. He was named Charlie. We seemed to hit it off and he asked me out. I informed him that I was a working girl. At first, he didn't understand. Then he thought I meant that he had to pay for my companionship.

"No, Charlie," I explained. "First, I am a very high paid call girl. Second, if I like you, I will go out with you, off the clock. I have a private life, as well as a professional one." That wasn't strictly true, but... "I just thought that before you asked me out socially, you should know what my profession is."

He replied, "In that case, I'm glad you told me. I still would like to take you out to dinner, although I will seriously consider whether to go any further."

I told him, "Fair enough, Charlie. I'm fairly free, although because of my profession, lunch is better than supper."

He said, "Could you make it Saturday at twelve?"

I thought and then suggested, "How about eleven-thirty. I don't have anything planned until two."

We exchanged numbers and then he stood up, "I'll be looking forward to it." He turned and left. I would just have to call the scheduling center and make sure I was clear from eleven until two. It wasn't a problem because the heavy time wasn't until later. I often worked until two or three in the morning. These days I no longer was pulling eight tricks a day, but in lieu of a whale who wanted a big block of my time, four or five 'dates' was my more normal nightly load.