former surprises of a unlike sort come my way



"son will be boy"and"you know what boys want."Both were thing I often heard and when we girls would get together and spill the beans about son, well, now, men, it was often what was said."It's all they want."And my girlfriends and I were at the local one late afternoon several miles away from where I lived and we had bar snacks and drinks into the early evening exchanging our late stories of life and the men who were in or out of our life story. How when one would take us to dinner and a show what they wanted later which they didn't often get…whether we girlfriend were being bribed by the men for the"later"function of the escort. We talked about other matter, our study, our chores, the bills that had to be paid but the one affair we all had in common was the etiquette involved in dating : they give and then it is our turn to give or give not and I suppose when men get together for an evening it is what they talk about, that or football. Probably more often about football.

We all had a prissy long visit that one Night and it was a distance home for me so I took a crosscut through the green even though it was very grim and I wondered if I was being saucy to not go around the park instead of entering, walking alone, having a few glasses under my belt, a little warm from our meeting, maybe not thinking things through and so I found myself walking through the wickedness park. I saw some boys, well, men ahead around a bench having fairy. I thought of turning back but I was already half way through the common by then and walked on toward the men. My mistake.

I got up my nervus and walked on toward them and felt I would just keep walking no matter what they might say and I knew they would say something. It's what boys/men do when a pretty female child walks by. right wing ? Right ! And I was a middling fille : petite, courteous hair, Brigham Young, trim digit and one of them said :"Hello there. Out for a walk ? come on over and say ‘ hullo'What's the rush ?"And I walked on not looking but my arm was grabbed and I was pulled over to the bench."ejaculate on. Say ‘ hello'to the lad. You're a fairly lass."I tried to pull away but they were magnanimous and stronger and I looked around. There was no one around, just us, late at night, in the park. Me and four men all smiling at me and I was scared and couldn't move. He had a strong script and held me there. One of the others came over and tried to snog me. I turned away. Then my caput was held and there was a mouth on mine."You taste skillful !"he said. He tasted of baccy."All we want is a short taste. We won't hurt you. Just a mouthful and then you go on your way."

I was being pulled away from the path. Hands on my shoulders pushing me to the primer coat. I was outnumbered and out smarted and thought how dumb I was to get into this. Then I felt my dress lifted and there were deal all over me and my wearing apparel lifted off."We won't hurt you and just have a little fun and off you pop."If only that was lawful I thought. I'd stay out of commons. Just don't hurt me. And there were work force on my breast. Mouths kissing my breasts and I smelled baccy. They weren't hurting me just abusing me and I was their victim late at Nox in the park. All I could intend was I wanted to go plate. To be released and go domicile and shower. A warm shower to get clean of all this. They pulled me down on the grass and my legs were pulled apart and I felt my breasts being kissed and more tobacco plant smell and chuckling. Yes ! They were chuckling about it all but it wasn't funny remark. It was pitiable. Didn't they have something better to do ? And then it wasn't just my breasts but handwriting were at my private and then I heard a slide fastener. Here spread eagled and a zipper. My hands were being held, my legs and I was lying naked in the common thinking of a shower ! Madness.

Then the hands left my crotch. The deal were actually gentle, not tearing at me, but caressing me, and…darn…getting me wet ! I didn't experience how force could get me wet. This was a different kind of vehemence and a different kind of wet and I was anxious for my exhibitor and to be let go but they hadn't finished getting a"taste"as he said. It was wrong, I knew it was untimely, but I started to say to myself :"Just do it. Just get it over with and let me take my dress and go."My forefront was swimming with"let me go"intellection and then I felt a penis on me, at me, in me, back and Forth River, in and almost out and then in again and my mind was saying"let me go place"but my body, my disloyal and insubordinate eubstance was saying :"fuck me, fuck me hard, make me come and then let me go."That penis, a fat one, spreading my lips, exploring my cunt, my body lifted my hips and gripped that phallus and then I grunted, I was ashamed of myself, I couldn't help myself, I was coming on this penis in me which moved a few insistent more sentence, spurting hot inside which always made me hot and I came again !.

The guys started chuckling again, muttering,"She liked it. Did you see that ? She came for him and now it's my turn."I still was held down for the endorse guy and in went his penis. I was numb from the first thick phallus and this one wasn't as big. What was I doing comparing rapists ? And I was thinking, comparing and started churning inside again, my naughty body taking over again and I lifted my hips to let in the second phallus which soon was limp and a third was at me and I smelled more baccy and was thinking shower. Then a quartern. I'd made three penises limp and actually I was ready for number four. I was fighting back, not letting them revel a impedance as they might want and my bitch was tired and dripping out all the three premature comes and waiting for the final one. But I was still on fervor. My pussy hot and ready.

My eyes still closed. My consistency still being held and my wooden leg cattle ranch and then number four ! At terminal ! This wouldn't take retentive I thought. I was almost home. But identification number four, of course, was dissimilar. It was bigger, longer, thicker and I felt impaled and spread and I felt my ramification stretch of themselves."Let her go guys. I've got her pinned with big old ‘ Charlie'here and she's not going anywhere. She likes fucking, even foreign fucking with strange men in a dark green"and he stuck"Charlie"deep inside me and my bridge player and infantry were released from their grips. My body liked"Charlie"…"Churning"“ Fucking"“ Charlie."He stuck me deep, taking my breathing spell, making me dizzy.

I lifted my knees and held on for my final piece of ass and his tobacco breathing space was at my mouth, licking at me, I opened my eyes, he was good looking and sweaty and naked and I held his chest on mine and let him fuck me hard as he was grunting and my body was in come charge of me and squeezing his huge stopcock. We were animals fucking like weenie in the park and I was thinking of Jim and his dog and how I came years ago and had that picture in my mind with this new"Charlie"and being fucked and coming and the guy rope chuckling and waiting for my rain shower, then walking, almost running rest home in my frock, opening the threshold, up the stairs, turning on the shower.

I couldn't wait to be clean and clean and jerk away those bozo chuckling because they had not only raped me but also made me come, several times. I was ashamed of my body…my naughty, dirty, betraying body. The urine felt wonderful, cleaning me off. I was soaping myself now, every corner and cranny and washing my muff and privates and then I couldn't take my hired hand away from myself. I was getting aroused thinking of the night and four tool and my hands and body took charge and I came again ! I guess I couldn't blame my torso, or my mitt, they were just being their licentious ego, pleasuring me in their own way.

I knew it was ill-timed, that boys/men would be whatever they would be and all of us girls knew what they wanted and sometimes got, not always after a dinner and a display, not always after a dance, sometimes we got it in a shadow park and sometimes, a girl got off in a dark park and in the cascade after ! I double locked the nominal head door and went to bed, wondering about myself, my dead body, my feelings, about life and how I was habitation and showered .