Playing Away From Home.

Jean was taking the short walk home after finishing her shift at a local restaurant where she worked as a waitress. Still in her uniform of white blouse, short black skirt and stockings she was very pleasant on the eye. Her long slim legs accompanied by the clicking of heels and confident walk; ensured she attracted lots of male attention. It was six o’clock and still light this September Saturday evening as she neared the alleyway leading to her city house back door.

The busy walkway she had just walked down was full of large groups of people mainly males; staggered every twenty yards or so. It was like this every other week during the season as a rule; it was the location were the away team football supporters would pick up their bus home after the game. She had received lots of wolf whistles and sexual suggestions like she always did from these crowds. It was all harmless fun and she enjoyed the banter even though the same things were said every time. That was until this night however,

She was ready to leave the walkway and enter the alleyway when one man from a group stood in her way and asked with a grin “Where do those legs go to”?

She just smiled and moved to the side to carry on walking, but was obstructed by another man. Then suddenly every way she turned a body was blocking her route until she found herself surrounded by a large group of males. It became so loud with shouts and laughing she was unable to move or make herself heard.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her ass, then her breasts and before she knew what was happening they were in her pants. It was all so quick; she was yards from her own home in a busy area being manhandled by a large group of strangers. They pulled her backwards so she was being supported by their hands; like they do when they pass people about in large crowds. Only this time she was being held at waist and not head height. All she could see were hands; they seemed to be endless all trying to get hold of her. Her clothes were literally being ripped from her body by the sheer volume of hands.

She was in a state of shock now as her mind was not capable of taking in what was happening. Unable to move she felt like she was floating aimlessly then amongst the hands she could see cocks also now; lots of them. No matter which way she looked up down or side it was hands and cocks nothing else. Regaining her senses a little she realised there were fingers roughly poking in her ass and pussy holes.

Then a voice saying “Up a bit push her this way” her open legs were being guided on to an erect cock.

She became convinced it was a dream in which she was being gang raped. Strangely this idea made her relax a little and she heard a voice say “She’s enjoying it she has a big grin on her face”.

“I’m next I’m next” could be heard as the sea of arms moved her from cock to cock.

She decided it was a beautiful dream and she was going to enjoy it. “Turn the fucker over” she could hear someone say; he had decided to fuck her ass.

“Not in her mouth, no more in her mouth” lots of distant words could be heard.

Then it seemed like she was high on drugs; as she became hypnotised by lots of hands shaking cocks with liquid streams flowing and splashing her. Flying face down then floating on her back it seemed to keep changing; travelling only small distances back and forth.

None of the passers by or the other crowds realised that a woman was in the centre of this crowd being pussy, anal and mouth raped. Eventually she felt herself on her feet and thought she must be waking up now. She remembers a man putting an overcoat on her and placing her bag over one shoulder across her body with the strap under the opposite arm. As she had not yet woken up she decided to walk home before the dream ended. She woke up in a chair downstairs remembering her housemate was out for the night.

Still not fully awake she began giggling as she remembered the erotic dream; before realising she was downstairs wearing a strange overcoat. Gathering her senses she turned on the light; the curtains were still open and it was two thirty in the morning. She quickly closed them and put on the heating as she started to feel uncontrollably shivery.

“This overcoat what the hell is this all about” discovering it was all she was wearing?

She opened it to discover her body from the breasts to the bottom of her legs and arms was covered in bruises.

“And what the fuck is this baked all over me”? Looking in the mirror she found her neck to be awash with love bites. ”My hair also matted in what?

She soon realised it could only be one thing; although she had past experience regarding the properties of cum; it had been nothing on this scale.

She felt so tired that she had to sit down again. The chair was relaxing and the matted dry cum stains on her body seemed to be shining like stars. She fell into a deep sleep and when she awoke again it was daylight. She tried to piece together her movements, but her mind was still blank.

Then she felt a very uncomfortable soreness coming from her anal hole so she tried to feel for the problem. The slightest touch from her fingers was causing a nasty stinging discomfort. She reached for the small make up mirror on the side hoping to get a view of the cause. Leaning back she managed to see the problem; it was very blood stained at the entrance.

It was so painful just trying to open her legs a little; “My ass has been savagely fucked”.

Her fingers ventured on over her hugely swollen pussy lips; “Fuck, this has been really hammered”.

The intolerable agony was not being able to remember; “My bag, perhaps there is something in there”.

It was just inside the door where she had come in and her keys were still in the outside lock. Opening the bag produced another huge shock; “Fuck me, where did all this money come from”? It was filled in an untidy mess with notes of all denominations; and judging by the bags weight lots of coins.

This just added to her totally bewildered mind. The cum stains no longer looked as though they were shining; and she was feeling filthy and desperate for a shower.

Suddenly the front door opened as her house mate Julie was back home, “Hi how is every------thing” she stopped in mid sentence when she seen the mess Jean was in. “What the hell has happened to you”? Julie’s look of horror caused her even more distress.

Jean told her everything she could remember; which left Julie also completely baffled.

“So you can remember walking home then nothing” Julie mused trying to make sense of it all. “It’s obvious you have had one hell of a fucking; something along the lines of a gangbang”.

“Yes I know we joke about doing things like that Julie, but I never would”.

“It’s got to be date rape that’s the only answer” Julie said convincingly.

“But I would have remembered the beginning of the date; and all that money I have a month’s wages in that handbag”.

“In the shower I will help you; we can try to figure all this out later”.

Julie phoned up work for her to say she would be off for a while with a bad flu.

“You must go to the doctors for a check up; you don’t know who has been fucking you”

“It’s going to be really wonderful trying to explain why I need the check up; he will think I am a right slut”.

“Just say you had unprotected sex with a guy and you need to put your mind at rest; he’s a doctor he will understand”.

The earliest she could see her doctor was in two days time; she hoped her pussy and ass holes would be in less discomfort by then. The day of the appointment arrived and on the way there she decided to tell him everything; the black out in her memory was driving her insane.

He gave her a thorough examination from which he concluded “You have taken part in some very rough sexual activity”. He wrote her prescriptions which would cure the soreness and ordered immediate blood tests to check for any S.T.Ds. However he could not explain her memory loss; and was concerned enough to arrange a hospital scan.

He added “If it was date rape any sign of those drugs would hopefully show in the blood sample”.

She left the doctors at least relieved that she had told him; and her treatment was under way. However she was still worried about her memory loss and wondered if it would be the start of something far more serious.

A couple of days passed and most of her body bruises had gone; and with Julies help of carefully applying the cream to her delicate places they too were returning to something like working order. She had neither the will nor intention of giving them a full test for quite a while yet though.

Julie was at work and Jean was contemplating things when the phone rang it was her doctor. “Hello Jean”.

She nervously interrupted. “It’s my blood tests something is wrong”?

“No I have not had the results back yet so take that as a good sign; because if there are problems I am contacted immediately”.

“Sorry doctor what is it then”?

“I have something I would like to talk to you about it may be nothing; but I think you should hear this I will call round after surgery tonight”.

Julie was now at home and they were both waiting in eager anticipation as to what revelations the doctor would bring.

“Come in doctor this is my friend Julie you can speak freely if that is okay with you”.

The doctor went on to explain that a circular had been received by all medical practices in the area this morning.

“Last night a man went into a police station in Molchester and said he had taken part in the rape of a young lady in this town while visiting for a football match. The police have had no complaints and want to know if there is anything the medical practices can tell them. I thought I had better talk to you first”.

Jean and Julie looked at each other with the knowledge that there was definitely something in this which related to everything that had happened.

“No description or times or where” Julie asked.

“No the police have all that, but will not reveal it or they will have every crank under the sun saying it was them”.

“Jean I think we should make a visit to the police station” Julie said confidently as it had become an adventure for her as opposed to Jeans ordeal.

“I agree with Julie; I will be behind you all the way” the doctor added hoping to give her the impetus needed.

“Let’s get going we should be back in time for the starting” said Jean defiantly.

At the police station Jean was taken alone into an interview room with a senior detective leaving Julie waiting anxiously outside. Over three hours passed before the door finally opened again and a strained looking Jean appeared; the detective was saying good night.

Julie was bursting to ask her what was happening; but thought it would be wise to have patience and wait till they got home and opened a much needed beer.

“The detective is confident he is on to something” she told Julie. “They wanted to know what I was wearing and where I was at about six o’clock on Saturday evening”.

“So did they say what they thought had happened to you”?

“No not a mention of any rape; they took my statement and seemed very happy with my answers though. But the two huge factors are that they asked me if I had anything unusual in my bag when I got home, and if I new anything about an overcoat. When I told them about both the money and overcoat they looked at each other with more than satisfied smiles. Oh and by the way they are coming round for what is left of the money; and more importantly the overcoat; so they asked that we don’t touch either again”

“That’s it then they must know” said Julie excitedly.

The following evening arrived and they were both watching T.V. and eating their evening meal when the lead headline on the news was announced.

“A full busload; consisting of fifty six Molchester United fans have been questioned in connection with a rape after their teams game on Saturday”.

The girls were gobsmacked at this new twist in the tale; but thought how could a bus load of people rape you without you knowing about it?

The police suddenly arrived at the door in the shape of two detectives. “This has become a huge story and the press are demanding to know who the rape victim is, we don’t know how much longer we can withhold your name”.

“So I was raped” said a now convinced, but worried Jean; Julie hugged her as the detective started revealing the case.

“According to our witness when she approached the crowd she was alone dressed in what he described as clothes a waitress would wear. The news soon spread amongst them that she was a prostitute who was willing to do anything in return for a full purse. They were all very drunk and in a happy mood; especially as their team had won. The next time he saw her she was naked and being supported by arms and hands. One member of the group was having sexual intercourse with her; and another had his penis in her mouth. She at no time seemed in distress or objected; in fact she seemed to be wearing a happy smile. He can not say for sure how many of the group had intercourse with her but he would guess at thirty or more either in her vagina or anal. Lots of people placed their penis in her mouth or masturbated to the point that their secretion was released over her body”.

She thought a while and said “I would never say I was a prostitute to any man; never mind a huge gang like that”.

“Wait we have more to tell you” the statement goes on. “When their bus was getting ready to go he made sure everyone aboard put money in her bag; they were more than generous in that respect. Then he noticed all her clothes had been trodden on or were ripped and she was still naked. I gave her my overcoat which completely covered her body; and wrapped her bag over her coat across the shoulder”.

“Now Jean would you like to add anything to that statement”?

“Yes I did arrive home in a strange overcoat and my bag was full of money; I have no idea how it got there”. The detectives collected both the bag and overcoat; putting them in a plastic container.

The girls held each others hands and the detective gave them more startling news. “The next day our witness was shocked to learn from a friend that the girl they had sex with was not a prostitute at all”.

“She was someone who was carefully shepherded among our crowd; and in all the confusion a drink was forced on her which contained very strong chemicals. It had all been carefully planned; but by whom I could not say for certain; although I maintain I would never have stood by and let it happen if I had known the truth. I honestly thought she was a prostitute and everybody was going home happy”.

“That is his full statement” the Detective concluded.

Molchester United are a very powerful rich club so publicity like this about their supporters was a badly inflicted self wound. The club made statements of how they want to distance themselves from supporters like these and pay the unknown victim a huge amount of money even though it was nothing at all to do with them.

There were different stories everyday in the press; one claiming to know who she was and that she had blackmailed footballers in the past. Another said that she had plotted the whole thing with a number of people on the bus; in order to make money out of Molchester. The press seemed to be painting her as a sly schemer; when in fact nothing could have been further from the truth.

Over seven weeks had passed since the breaking news and still the police did not have sufficient evidence for a strong case. Until they had Jeans identity would have to remain a guarded secret.

She was unable mentally to go back to work anyway and Julie was also under a great strain; knowing who the mystery woman was and not being able to say anything. They were both feeling neglected as Julies boyfriend was working abroad and Jean had been free for some months.

As they sat close on the sofa Julia said; “Come on let’s go to bed; it’s time to see if you can still function properly” Jean desperately wanted some loving, but had not even masturbated since that fateful day.

They were not every night or even every month sex lovers; but they had brought each other to orgasm lots of times over the years. With both of them naked Julie took the dominant role kissing Jeans lips. This brought out lots of emotions and their tongues lashed together as passionately as they ever had. Julie carefully caressed Jeans breasts praying her nipples would not be still too tender to touch. They stood out proudly in respect of her loving caresses. Julie’s lips and tongue played and teased with them bringing moans of appreciation.

“Oh Julie I can’t tell you how that feels your perfect touch; and knowing my nipples are acting and feeling like they should”.

“I don’t know what I would do if I never had your body to love” smiled Julie.

“Pussy time Jean if they have damaged this they will have me to answer to” with that her head moved down and she moved a finger between Jeans pussy lips.

“That’s so nice Julie”.

Her tongue then ran the full length of her slit twirling on her clit. Julie was pleased to feel juices emerging from her; but despite their combined sex experience neither had ever had any dealings with a pussy after rape.

“I am going to put a finger in you nice and easy, if it hurts in the slightest yell out”.

Jean opened her legs a bit allowing Julie lots of unrestricted movement. Without force her index finger easily went inside; Julie again delighted by the wetness she was encountering added “I am going to move my finger around; let me know how it feels”.

After a few seconds Jean said “It’s not good Julie I can’t feel anything”.

Then in a wicked voice said “Give me your fucking hand”.

With that Julie started rough finger fucking her the way she loved while at the same time sucking up her clit. In less than a minute Jean was frothing her cum out as she sighed in relief to a huge orgasm.

“Thank fuck everything is alright” she said to Julie.

“Not quite” she replied. “Get your ass in the air”. Julie took a strap on from the draw and attached it; “Let’s make this a full test run” she said lubing her ass hole with the freshly delivered pussy mixture. “Same as before if it hurts yell out”.

She tenderly began the rear entrance; holding the cock in one hand and feeling for her breasts with the other. There were no hazards of discomfort and Jean soon loved it. Julie slammed in to her ass deep and hard to ensure it was a thorough test run. Coupled with her trained clit feeling fingers it was like taking candy from a baby making her gasp in orgasm once again.

She then threw the strap on towards Jean before laying on her back and raising her legs to her shoulders; saying with a wink “One hard pussy fuck please with lots of extras”.

Jean did not let her down after warning “I am going to give you the roughest, fastest cunt bashing you have ever received”.

During the fucking she said to Julie “I wonder if my cunt was fucked this fast” and powerfully squeezed both her own breasts.

Julie expected it rough; but had never known her quite like this. Then as soon as Julie screamed with a shuddering orgasm; Jean cast away the strap on and showed her aching pussy lips to Julie.

“Tongue me Julie, tongue me” she begged vigorously rubbing her clit; She soon cum yet again with Julie’s tongue still rotating her pussy walls.

Although Julie had loved the very randy sex she was still concerned about her friends’ frame of mind. They huddled and kissed and without words were expressing their love and support for each other.

“Jean you seemed to enjoy that so hopefully you have banished any sexual demons”.

“To tell the truth I have been desperate for sex for weeks; but my only demon has been guilt”.

Julie somewhat taken aback asked “Guilt, but you did nothing wrong you were the victim”.

“I know, but how can I possibly still enjoy sex? I should vomit at the very thought of it like any normal woman who has been raped would. I do not even worry about it anymore; and looking forward to going out alone again”.

“No, no Jean that is wonderful you have won your battle they could not beat you. Your sexual feelings are normal; if you felt repulsive at the thought of sex with me that would be a reason for vomiting”.

It had been Jeans best day since the incident by a very long way. She had enjoyed some wonderful sex; and been convinced by Julie that her feelings of guilt were totally preposterous. They awoke naked in each others arms the following morning; both wearing a satisfied smile knowing how important the previous night had been.

“Julie I want to tell you something that I have not yet mentioned; after the rape my pussy was bald”.

“You are always changing are you absolutely sure”?

“I am positive ...

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