Molly Ahern made her way to the front of the bus. It was her stop to get off, or so she thought, it was late and dark outside and she couldn't see where she was exactly.

"Mind the step there dear" the driver said as she stepped down.

The door hissed shut behind her and the bus drove away ... its lights slowly diminishing into the distance. It was then she realized she'd made a terrible mistake. Frobisher Rd was over on the other side of the industrial estate and not where the driver had let her off. Here there was only the odd streetlight, the night-lights and security lights from the estate. To get to Frobisher St from here she would have to make a long walk in the direction that the bus had gone. Unless of course she cut across the foot path that skirted the industrial estate ... that way she would make the walk much shorter and at sixty five ... even though she was still a healthy fit old bird she thought it well worth while ... not that she had any thing or anyone to rush home for ... just Sammy her ginger cat ... but having just visited old Mrs. Stoddard from number 17, who had been in hospital for the past three weeks ... she was feeling tired, wanted to get home ... put her feet up and have a nice cuppa.

She walked to where the path led to the housing estate, then she found the gate open into the industrial estate ... well that wasn't unusual these days, the estate had long closed down ... well most of it anyway, the work had gone to overseas concerns as it was cheaper to produce the same product from there ... cheaper production ... more profits ... it had been a sign of the times. Some of the buildings were still in use ... small local engineering and storage mainly ... thus a few security lights were on.

Well why not take the well paved roadway back across to Frobisher St ... much better than across a field she thought and so she set off, the sound of her shoes clacking on the concrete pavement. She'd only walked a short distance when she heard the sound of breaking glass ... a bottle being flung against a wall perhaps and voices, shouting and laughing ... then more broken bottles. She stopped in her tracks ... she didn't like the sound of this, slowly turned and walked back the way she had come. Then the voice "Hey you there ... hey you stop ... what ya doing misses" then the sound of pursuit. She quickened her walk ... but she was no match for the fit young teenagers that chased after her. The tall skinny one stood in front of her, blocking her way.

"Hey gran ... what's the hurry ... where ya off to?"

She faced her advisory heart beating. "I'm ... I got off the bus at the wrong stop ... I'm trying to get home to Frobisher St" she said.

"Oh gran ... you're going in the wrong direction ... Frobisher St's this way" he replied indicating the way she had just come from.

"Yes I know ... but I thought the road might be closed ... I ... I was gong back over the field"

"Aw gran no need for all that ... we'll escort ya back this way ... god lass you shouldn't be out here alone at night by yourself ... all sorts of nasty people ... here let's help ya gran"

They picked up her bag and her few groceries she had purchased and guided her back the way she had just come.

Well maybe she'd got them all wrong ... they seemed nice enough kids ... you never knew with teenagers these days a wild bunch they were ... not the same as when she was a youngster.

They chatted with her as they walked, further and further, until the came to the wire fence and the end of the road ... they could go no further.

"Oh would ya look at that Sandy ... the fucking roads blocked off'

Molly didn't like that swear word ... it was used with reckless abandon these days not the same as her youth.

"Yeh Geoff would ya believe it"

"Well now that we're here lets have a little snort before we walk back eh ... what do ya say gran ... just a little snifter eh?" said Geoff, producing and bottle of spirits.

"Er no I don't think so young man ... I'd much sooner just get home if that's alright with you?"

"Well gran I can tell you it's not alright with me ... or the rest of the lads ... in fact we think that's most inhospitable of ya gran ... isn't that right lads?" there followed a chorus of yes.

"Now let's all have a little drink ... then we can all get to know you a little better" said Geoff a wicked smile spreading across his face.

"I've told you..." before she could finish a hand clamped Mollies head and a bottle was forced into he mouth and tilted up. Glug ... gulp ... glug. The liquid was fiery in her throat and burned inside her stomach ... coughing some of it out.

"Oh mam gran ... take it easy ... take it easy, we don't want you dropping out on us ... do we ... well not just yet ... the party is just beginning"

"Take another drink love but this time take it easy ... right"

"I've told you young man I don't want to drink" she said defiantly

"And I keep telling you, you have to learn to be a little more sociable ... now drink"

The other youth called Sandy ... held the bottle to Mollies lips, again upended it and she began to drink the fiery liquid, after a few swallows she pushed the bottle away, again coughing ... already she was feeling light headed.

"Now that's more like it gran" said Geoff accepting the bottle back, taking a swig and passing it on.

Geoff's eyes had never strayed far from Mollie, his eyes raking up and down her body like a predator eyeing its prey ... oh he was hungry alright ... but not for food. He felt a stirring in his loins ... what was it about older women that gave him a hard on.

"Good party don't you think gran ... now how about a little fun ... parties are nothing without a little fun, are they guys?" A chorus of that's right Geoff a party has to be fun.

"See gran we all agree a party has to be fun ... don't you agree gran"

"Depends on what fun is young man?"

"Oh I think you know gran ... fun, fun" said Geoff smiling and grabbing his crotch.

It suddenly dawned on Mollie what he meant ... what they had in store for her.

"Oh god no ... no not that ... please not that" she pleaded.

"Oh come on gran ... it's not that you haven't had it before ... you're going to enjoy it ... bring back some good memories for you eh?" said Geoff.

"Oh no please I'm an old woman ... a widow" again pleaded, trying to emphasize the old woman part ... appeal to their sense of decency

"A widow eh?" said Geoff.

"Yes I lost my husband to cancer five years ago" she replied, trying to get them to take pity on her.

"A boy friend I bet a good looking woman like you has a boy friend" said Geoff.

"No ... no one ... I live alone" she replied.

"Oh dear ... oh deary me ... that poor old pussy of yours must be all closed up real tight by now eh, well just as well me and the guys are here tonight, because we can cure that for you ... open it up before it heals up completely"

She looked from one face to another, searching for help from one of them. It was like looking at hungry wolves waiting to be fed. She looked down the road from which she had come ... she could never outrun them.

"It's no good looking for a way out gran ... there is none" said the grinning Geoff.

Suddenly a hand was clamped around Mollies mouth and she was dragged to the ground. She kicked, struggled and tried to scream, but nothing came from her mouth. In the struggle her skirt had rolled up, revealing her thighs and knickers.

Other strong arms held her flailing arms down as she looked up at the circling Geoff. He came to a halt at her feet and stared down at her.

"Oh gran ... blue knickers ... my favourite colour ... you wouldn't like to take them off for me would you?" a pause "No I suppose not ... but that's all right I can do that for ya, I like doing that myself" and he started to unbuckle his belt.

Mollie squirmed and struggled, her screams and shouts muffled.

"Oh gran don't be a silly girl ... there's no need to struggle like that ... you'll hurt yourself ... we don't want to hurt you ... just have a little fun that's all ... there's nothing wrong with that is there now"

"Just calm down gran ... calm down"

Molly stopped her struggling, continuing to watch Geoff.

He continued to unbutton his jeans, unzip his fly and drop them to his thighs. His cock was big and hard and he held it in his hand.

"See gran ... see what Geoff has for you ... now don't you think you're one hell of a lucky lass?" he said taunting and tormenting her.

When he comes within range I'll give that thing a mighty kick ... that'll cool his ardor, thought Molly.

Geoff took another step forward, Molly raised he leg and aimed her foot at the erection but time had taken its toll, Molly wasn't as agile as she used to be, her motion was too slow and Geoff had anticipated it, he caught her by the ankle, stopping any further momentum. Molly had failed.

"Now that's not nice gran ... and here's me about to give you the best thrill you've ever had ... no that's not nice at all" he said as he dropped to his knees, placing himself between her legs. She could neither close her legs nor kick him.

He pulled her knees up and pushed her legs apart at the same time shuffling closer to him.

"Blue knickers ... I love blue knickers gran ... but unfortunately they have to come off"

His fingers wrapped around the elastic holding them and tugged at them ... continuing to tug and pull until he had them all the way down ... then slipping one end over her ankle, leaving the other to flap around the other ankle.

"There gran ... all done ... now we are all ready ... you ready for this sweetheart"

She felt the hard warm head brush her thigh, the head entered her enter. She squirmed and tried to escape from it. She screamed as Geoff thrust into her ... but the hand muffled the scream.

"Oh gran ... oh gran ... that feels sooo good" he said as his hips and ass moved his cock inside her. As he rocked back and forth he viewed his own actions.

"Oh gran ... oh gran look at that ... look at that, can you see it?" he asked.

Sandy lifted her head a little. Not only could Molly see it she could also feel it, she closed her eyes and emitted a small whimper.

Having watched himself he lowered his body on top of Mollies, his face close to hers, his ass unrelenting as he continued to pile drive himself inside her.

"Gran ... gran ... gran you feel so good gran" he whispered to her, gently kissing her cheek and neck. He then tenderly stroked her cheek before taking hold of her jaw, then kissing her fully and passionately on the lips. She could smell the alcohol on his breath ... he forced his tongue into her mouth ... she thought she was going to be sick and was tempted to bite the tongue hard, but knew in doing so it would invoke a heavy retribution. Then he was smiling at her, still screwing her.

"Mmmmm is this how you like it gran ... you are enjoying it gran aren't you" he asked

Molly said nothing ... tried avoiding his eyes ... could see the four gold pierced earrings and the one in his nose. She said nothing, just let him get on with it ... she wanted them to finish with her, she wanted to go home.

"I asked you a question gran, is this how you like it, are you enjoying it?"

When she still refused to answer, his smile turned to anger, the grip on her jaw tightened and kept on tightening until she cried out in pain.

He asked the questions again. She tried to nod. He released his grip and said "Tell me gran ... tell me"

"Yes ... yes I do" she replied

"Do what gran, tell me"

"I like it just like this and I'm enjoying it" she replied.

"Yeah I knew all along you'd be enjoying it, it is good isn't it"

"Yes" she whimpered, "It is good" fearing further punishment.

"Did you hear that guys, gran likes it ... you heard her say so ... right"

There was a chorus of yeses from his friends as they sat on the pavement watching Geoff's ass rise and fall, heard his grunts, sighs and moans.

"Uh ... uh ... uh ... uh"

"Oh gran ... I think I'm getting that feeling ... oh gran ... I'm ... I'm ... I'm cuuuummming" He gave one big final thrust "Oh gran sorry I couldn't help myself, I've just cum inside you ... still not to worry, it's not as if you can get pregnant can you?" he laughed, the others joining in on his little joke.

He didn't move, just remained inside her then asked "Would you like some more gran ... would you like it again gran?"

She remained silent, then the hand on her jaw, squeezing ... harder and harder.

"Tell me you want some more gran ... tell me" venom in his words.

When he released his grip, Molly nodded and told him she wanted some more.

"Well that's good because we have plenty more for you love ... it really is your lucky night ... now tell me would you like Sandy to fuck you next ... he's black and you know what they say about black fellah's gran ... ever had a black cock before gran"

She was trying not to cry, but it was hard to hold back the tears. She was a tough hard old bird ... she'd been brought up the hard way ... lived in these parts all her life, but even so it she was finding it hard not to break down completely ... these young guys were little more than animals.

Geoff addressed her again "Gran have you ever had a bit of black cock?"

"No ... never"

"Would you like a bit of black cock now gran"

She hesitated, she didn't want to answer but also she didn't want him to hurt her.

She slowly nodded and said, "Yes"

"Yes what gran?"

"Yes I want a bit of black cock" she replied, hating having to say it.

"And what about that little word at the end all you old folk keep telling us about?"

"Please can I have a bit of black cock ... please" repeating the word please. Again hating herself for having to say it ... almost pleading.

"Of course you can have a bit of black cock gran ... you've just got to ask"

Now Geoff withdrew from her, stood, pulled up his jeans, zipped up his fly and buckled is belt. He then took the drink bottle that had been handed to him, took a swig then pointed at Sandy and said "Your turn Sandy" then sat on the pavement, leaning back against the wire fence and lighting a cigarette.

Sandy was a heavily built young guy, not as tall as Geoff, broader of shoulder. He wore the proverbial baseball cap ... backwards of course. T-shirt with some indescribable writing on it and a pair of baggy track pants with elastic waist. For him no unzipping of his fly or unbuckling of belts, as he knelt between Mollies legs he quickly pulled his pants down, exposing and showing Molly what he had for her.

"Got some more enjoyment for ya gran" he said, smiling at her.

No one held her down now, the others just sat, bottles of beer in hand, smoking, watching Sandy about to enter gran.

Molly had consoled herself to the inevitable. They no longer held her down, trying to run and make her escape would be futile, she was far too old to jump up and make a dash for it ... if she screamed for help it would take but a second for one of them to muffle the sound by placing his hand over her mouth ... any way the youth they called Geoff had already had her ... The one called Sandy was about to have her ... now they all might as well have her ... what did it matter any more, let them get on with it ... play their game ... do whatever they tell her and pray they do not go as far as to kill her, to shut her up, stop her from going to the cops ... she'd never do that, not Molly Ahern. Would they go that far as to kill her? She thought probably not ... but you never knew with kids these days, they just never seemed to care about consequences.

She had better and more efficient ways of dealing with them ... she just had to survive this ordeal and do whatever it took to survive

Sandy's face shone, his teeth glowed white against his black skin ... he was smiling at her.

Molly felt the warmth of his stiff cock brushing against her thigh, the head being inserted, she braced herself, ready for the thrust that was about to happen, but no, Sandy wanted to play with her, taunt and tease her, hopefully he was teasing her. In his mind he thought gran probably wanted it, was really enjoying it, but that's the way a lot of men thought.

He continued to run his cock over her slit, dipping the head in once or twice, but not fully entering, Sandy watched Molly's face to see if there was any signs it was getting to her ... for a brief moment he thought he saw a glimmer of a smile on her face.

Molly knew what Sandy was doing ... he wouldn't be the first boy, or man to use this ploy, when she was young it had worked, taunting, teasing her until she couldn't stand it any longer and was almost pleading with the guy to put it in and fuck her.

"I guess you like that gran ... eh?"

"Sure son ... you're doing a great job ... you're getting me all worked up ... you know damn well I have to have it" she replied. She couldn't believe she's actually said that, but if it made him and the others feel at ease and they thought they had won her over ... why not play their game. She knew how to survive.

"Sure gran ... sure" he replied ... then without warning, thrust inside her. Catching Molly unawares making her gasp "Ohhh ... god ... jeeze lad"

"Yeah ... big don't ya think gran ... now ya can't say you haven't had a bit of black cock can ya?"

She made no reply to his remark; unlike Geoff he did not demand a reply, let him think what ever he wanted.

As the youths ass humped up and down, the sound of his grunts and groans in her ear. She turned her head toward the youth called Geoff. He was sitting, his back propped against the wire fence. A bottle of liquor in one hand a cigarette in the other, he blew out a stream of smoke. His eyes watching his mate Sandy and Molly like a hawk watching its prey, she shuddered to think what was going through his mind. It was he; she was sure who was the leader of this little pack of hounds. Just what did he have on his mind ... what did he have in mind for her, Molly, when they had finished with her ... would she indeed ever get back to her cozy little home. Turning in the other direction she could see the other two, one crouched the other sitting with his back against a skip disposal bin, just like Geoff a bottle in one hand a cigarette in the other. They to watched the proceedings with keen interest. She wondered at the age of them. The one called Geoff obvious late to mid teens, like wise the one called Sandy ... how come they called him Sandy ... I mean Sandy ... and black.

The other two were the pups of the pack. The youngest must surely still be at school. Twelve, thirteen, certainly not fourteen yet. Did his family know where he was and whom he was with? She was certain they did not know he was out with his friends raping an elderly woman. Both dressed in similar attire, proverbial baseball cap, sideways fitting or backward, t-shirt with writing on it, the baggie trousers and Nike shoes.

Her attention was brought back to the one who was screwing her at present. His fingers were undoing the buttons on her blouse ... it was taking too long, his hands took hold of the material and ripped it apart, blouse buttons flying in all direction. His hands on her bra covered breasts, squeezing. "I love tits gran ... tits like yours" then her bra being torn away and those hands now squeezing her naked breasts, a warm mouth kissing and suckling on them. She winced when he bit at her nipple and all the time his movement inside her was relentless, again and again, none stop but the end did happen. They seemed to like telling her before hand

Just like Geoff he announced he was about ready. "Oh god gran ... I'm cuuuummming" his one final thrust and it was over.

"Benny, your next" the command had come from the leader of the pack Geoff.

Benny took one last drink from his bottle; one last drag from his cigarette then flicked it away, stood and waited for Sandy to make way for him.

Like his two companions he was into Molly, five minutes of thrills then he to was cuming, withdrawing form Molly making way for his younger friend.

"OK Danny ... go for it ... let granny take your cherry son" Geoff said laughing ... the others joining in.

"I'm not a virgin" he said indignantly

More laughing at this response.

"I'm not, I've fucked a woman before" again more indignation.

"Yeah ... yeah ... right, well come on show us how it's done"

The youngster stepped up. The clothing he wore looked ill fitting and baggy on him making him look even younger. He wanted to prove himself; he had to prove himself in front of his mates. Looking at the defenseless and vulnerable woman lying on the ground, he started to falter.

"Come on Danny ... you tell us you've done it before ... show us how ... don't just stand there staring at it ... it's not going to eat you ... fuck it ... that's what it's for ... gran has already told you she likes it ... go on lad give her one"

With his mates egging him on Danny dropped his pants, seeing his mates before him had aroused him; he was already hard and for a youngster fairly well equipped. He felt nervous as he dropped to his knees, taking his hard cock in hand, placed it at her entrance and pushed inside her, his body fell on hers and his ass started the pumping action.