Other surprises of a different sort come my way



"Boys will be boys"and"you know what boys want."Both were matter I often heard and when we girls would get together and sing about son, well, now, men, it was often what was said."It's all they want."And my girl and I were at the local one recent afternoon various knot away from where I lived and we had bar bite and drinks into the early evening exchanging our latest history of life and the men who were in or out of our living. How when one would take us to dinner and a show what they wanted later which they didn't often get…whether we young woman were being bribed by the men for the"later"theatrical role of the day of the month. We talked about other things, our work, our chores, the bills that had to be paid but the one thing we all had in common was the etiquette involved in dating : they give and then it is our bit to contribute or yield 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 nice prospicient visit that one night and it was a aloofness domicile for me so I took a shortcut through the park even though it was very dreary and I wondered if I was being smart to not go around the park instead of entering, walking alone, having a few looking glass under my whack, a petty warm from our group meeting, maybe not thinking things through and so I found myself walking through the dark park. I saw some boys, well, men ahead around a work bench having fags. I thought of turning back but I was already half way through the park by then and walked on toward the men. My mistake.

I got up my spunk and walked on toward them and felt I would just celebrate walking no affair what they might say and I knew they would say something. It's what boys/men do when a pretty daughter walks by. right field ? Right ! And I was a middling little girl : petite, courteous tomentum, young, trim figure and one of them said :"hullo there. Out for a walkway ? Come on over and say ‘ hello'What's the hurry ?"And I walked on not looking but my arm was grabbed and I was pulled over to the work bench."Come on. Say ‘ hello'to the lads. You're a pretty lass."I tried to pull away but they were bigger and hard 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 relocation. He had a solid mitt and held me there. One of the others came over and tried to kiss me. I turned away. Then my head was held and there was a mouth on mine."You taste commodity !"he said. He tasted of tobacco."All we want is a little mouthful. We won't hurt you. Just a taste and then you go on your way."

I was being pulled away from the course. Hands on my berm pushing me to the ground. I was outnumbered and out smarted and thought how dumb I was to get into this. Then I felt my frock lifted and there were script all over me and my attire lifted off."We won't suffering you and just have a lilliputian fun and off you pop."If only that was true I thought. I'd stay out of parks. Just don't hurt me. And there were hands on my breasts. Mouths kissing my breasts and I smelled tobacco. They weren't hurting me just abusing me and I was their victim late at Night in the park. All I could think was I wanted to go dwelling house. To be released and go nursing home and rain shower. A warm shower to get blank 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 baccy smell and chuckling. Yes ! They were chuckling about it all but it wasn't funny. It was pathetic. Didn't they have something better to do ? And then it wasn't just my bosom but hands were at my privates and then I heard a slide fastener. Here scatter eagled and a zipper. My manpower were being held, my legs and I was lying naked in the park mentation of a shower ! Madness.

Then the hands left my genitalia. The hands were actually indulgent, not tearing at me, but caressing me, and…darn…getting me wet ! I didn't fuck how wildness could get me wet. This was a different variety of violence and a unlike form of wet and I was dying for my shower and to be let go but they hadn't finished getting a"taste"as he said. It was wrong, I knew it was wrong, but I started to say to myself :"Just do it. Just get it over with and let me take my dress and go."My head was swimming with"let me go"thought and then I felt a penis on me, at me, in me, back and Forth, in and almost out and then in again and my mind was saying"let me go home plate"but my body, my disloyal and insubordinate torso was saying :"fuck me, hump me grueling, constitute me come and then let me go."That penis, a fat one, spreading my sassing, exploring my pussy, my body lifted my hips and gripped that member and then I grunted, I was ashamed of myself, I couldn't helper myself, I was coming on this penis in me which moved a few insistent more times, spurting hot inside which always made me hot and I came again !.

The hombre 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 second guy and in went his penis. I was numb from the inaugural thick penis 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 consistence taking over again and I lifted my rosehip to let in the endorsement member which soon was limp and a third gear was at me and I smelled more baccy and was thinking shower bath. Then a fourth. I'd made three penis limp and actually I was ready for figure four. I was fighting back, not letting them enjoy a ohmic resistance as they might require and my cunt was tired and dripping out all the three previous comes and waiting for the final one. But I was still on fire. My cunt hot and ready.

My eye still closed. My soundbox still being held and my legs scatter and then number four ! At last ! This wouldn't take foresighted I thought. I was almost domicile. But number four, of course, was different. It was magnanimous, longer, thicker and I felt impaled and spread and I felt my peg reach of themselves."Let her go cat. I've got her pinned with big old ‘ Charlie'here and she's not going anywhere. She likes shtup, even strange fucking with unusual men in a dark commons"and he stuck"Charlie"deep inside me and my hands and feet were released from their grips. My body liked"Charlie"…"Churning"“ Fucking"“ Charlie."He stuck me deep, taking my hint, making me dizzy.

I lifted my knee and held on for my terminal fuck and his tobacco breathing place was at my mouth, licking at me, I opened my eyes, he was full looking and sweaty and naked and I held his chest on mine and let him fuck me hard as he was grunting and my eubstance was in add up accusation of me and squeezing his huge cock. We were animal fucking like click in the parkland and I was thinking of Jim and his dog and how I came age ago and had that picture in my idea with this new"Charlie"and being fucked and coming and the guys chuckling and waiting for my exhibitor, then walking, almost running habitation in my dress, opening the door, up the stairs, turning on the shower.

I couldn't wait to be light and clean away those guys chuckling because they had not only raped me but also made me come, respective times. I was ashamed of my body…my naughty, dirty, betraying body. The urine felt grand, cleaning me off. I was soaping myself now, every corner and cranny and washing my muff and crotch and then I couldn't take my hands away from myself. I was getting aroused thinking of the night and four cocks and my deal and body took mission and I came again ! I guess I couldn't pick my body, or my hands, they were just being their licentious ego, pleasuring me in their own way.

I knew it was untimely, that boys/men would be whatever they would be and all of us girls fuck what they wanted and sometimes got, not always after a dinner and a appearance, not always after a dance, sometimes we got it in a dark park and sometimes, a girl got off in a iniquity park and in the rain shower after ! I doubly locked the front threshold and went to bed, wondering about myself, my body, my opinion, about life history and how I was home and showered .