This is my retelling of a story told to me unprompted by a friend, nearly twenty years ago. I was somewhat shocked but also quite intrigued. It seemed unlikely but I never doubted she was telling me the truth, not least because she had no reason to fabricate her tale. Remember, truth is stranger than fiction.
All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.
One Thursday Night- A winter's tale
My name is Ellen.
When the weather was nice I walked to school. I was teaching English at the community college. It was my first job after graduating. With cutbacks in so many schools' budgets I was lucky to get it. My folks lived only fifty miles away and I was happy to be that close without having to live in my hometown. It made me feel independent while still having family and friends not too far away.
I rented a rundown but charming little bungalow a mile and a half from the school. If I cut through the park it shortened the trip by half a mile. Beside my house to the north was a narrow brick lane separated from my yard by an old wooden six foot privacy fence. The lane changed after crossing the street into an alleyway that led between the decrepit factory buildings of a long dead wire mill. That alley ended at a small parking lot on the northern perimeter of Mulvern Park. It was a large city park with a mix of forested parkland on the north side and opening on the south side to an immense green lawn the size of a couple of football fields.
After entering the park my path switched from post industrial decay to a fairly thick wood of oak, maple and beech. Here and there were bushy groves where the local kids drank, smoked pot and made out. After a a half mile it gave way to that huge grassy green and across the boulevard from that sat the school.
One evening in late November I found myself walking in near darkness across the green. I had been to a faculty meeting and it had run overlong. A male colleague, David, a guy I liked, had offered to drive me home but it was a nice Indian summer night with the temperature in the sixties and since it was only a mile walk to my house I told him thanks but I'd enjoy the walk.
"Are you sure?" He asked. "It's getting dark earlier and earlier."
"It's only seven o'clock. I'll be home before it gets really dark. I've been indoors all day and I'm looking forward to the walk. Decompression, you know? And it's such a gorgeous evening."
"Okay then. Be careful and don't talk to strangers or take candy from them." We both laughed and I bid him goodnight. I set out across the green. I didn't dawdle but neither did I hurry. When I reached the woods I wondered briefly if I should have taken David up on the offer of a ride- it was quite dark under the cover of those towering oaks and beeches. But it was too late now and I was only three quarters of a mile from home. I quickened my pace a bit and focussed on the street lights at the far end of the path.
I never saw it coming. Suddenly there was a large shadowy figure on the walkway in front of me. I gasped involuntarily, startled by the quickness of it, and turned to look back the way I'd come only to see two more figures behind me. They were too large to be women or children. As soon as I had looked behind me the first guy was on me. He grabbed my right arm and twisted it behind my back, reached around me with his other arm and clamped a hand over my mouth. He dragged me to the edge of the sidewalk where the other two seized my ankles and the three carried me into a thick copse of Russian olive.
I tried to fight. When I was first taken I tried to stomp the guy's foot. He picked me right up off the ground, thwarting that maneuver. I tried to twist to get a knee at his nuts but he was too strong for me. He held me with ease and wasn't even breathing hard. I kicked wildly at them but they were quicker and grabbed my legs.
"Quiet and we won't hurt you." The first guy said in a hushed voice my ear.
They peeled my trenchcoat off and spread it on the ground in the leaf litter and acorns. I felt one of them fiddling with the button and then the zipper on my skirt. At the same time someone was unbuttoning my blouse. One man held me around the calves and my skirt was pulled gently down, then off. I say gently because although they were restraining me it seemed they were consciously trying not to hurt me. Removing my panties took even less time and they groped my ass and my vulva, softly poking at me. Now I heard their breathing pick up. They were getting excited, getting closer to their prize. I looked at them to try to see who it was but they were all wearing dark clothes and ski masks. It was quite dark anyway.
I was pushed to my knees and first my blouse and then my bra were pulled off. I had the impression that they were still taking care to be as gentle as possible and a little shocked that I would register such a thought. The bastards were assaulting me, for fucks sake. Somehow I found myself on my back lying on my trenchcoat as someone knelt between my legs and prepared to mount me. Four strong arms held me in place, their knees pinning my shoulders to the ground.
The man between my legs prodded at my labia and I was surprised to find I was slick and wet. I realized later that my body knew what was happening and was trying to protect me but at the time I was embarrassed that my assailants had found me well aroused. He kept mopping up my flowing juices, swabbing my vulva with his cock, oiling himself up.
My senses must have been on hyper alert- I could smell his maleness. I was sure I could smell his musky cock.
I felt my pussy stretch and he entered me with an audible sigh that was amplified in the silence of the woods. God, he was hard. His body was hard with muscle and his cock was hard as iron with desire. His cock was almost too hard to be flesh and blood.
