early surprise of a different variety total my way



"Boys will be male child"and"you know what boys want."Both were things I often heard and when we girls would get together and talk about male child, 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 on evening exchanging our latest stories of life and the men who were in or out of our lives. How when one would have us to dinner and a appearance what they wanted later which they didn't often get…whether we girls were being bribed by the men for the"later"part of the date. We talked about other thing, our employment, our chores, the bills that had to be paid but the one affair we all had in park was the etiquette involved in dating : they give and then it is our turn to give or sacrifice 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 rest home for me so I took a shortcut through the park even though it was very morose and I wondered if I was being saucy to not go around the park instead of entering, walking alone, having a few Methedrine under my belt, a little warm from our get together, maybe not thinking affair through and so I found myself walking through the dark car park. I saw some boys, well, men ahead around a terrace having fags. I thought of turning back but I was already half way through the parkland by then and walked on toward the men. My mistake.

I got up my mettle 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 girl walks by. Right ? Right ! And I was a pretty girl : petite, nice hair, young, cut down number and one of them said :"Hello there. Out for a walk ? 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."ejaculate on. Say ‘ hello'to the lads. You're a pretty lass."I tried to pull away but they were bigger and impregnable 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 motility. He had a unattackable hand and held me there. One of the others came over and tried to osculate me. I turned away. Then my head was held and there was a mouth on mine."You taste in effect !"he said. He tasted of tobacco plant."All we want is a little taste. We won't hurt you. Just a sense of taste and then you go on your way."

I was being pulled away from the path. Hands on my shoulders pushing me to the ground. I was outnumbered and out smarted and thought how mute I was to get into this. Then I felt my dress lifted and there were hands all over me and my dress lifted off."We won't hurt you and just have a little fun and off you pop."If only that was true I thought. I'd stay out of car park. Just don't hurt me. And there were hands on my boob. backtalk 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 remember was I wanted to go home. To be released and go rest home and shower. A warm up shower to get clean of all this. They pulled me down on the Gunter Wilhelm Grass and my peg were pulled apart and I felt my breasts being kissed and more tobacco olfactory perception and chuckling. Yes ! They were chuckling about it all but it wasn't funny. It was piteous. Didn't they have something better to do ? And then it wasn't just my breasts but hands were at my privates and then I heard a zipper. Here bed cover eagled and a zip. My deal were being held, my legs and I was lying naked in the park thinking of a shower ! Madness.

Then the hands left my privates. The manus were actually balmy, not tearing at me, but caressing me, and…darn…getting me wet ! I didn't eff how violence could get me wet. This was a dissimilar kind of force and a dissimilar form of wet and I was anxious for my shower and to be let go but they hadn't finished getting a"gustatory modality"as he said. It was wrong, I knew it was incorrect, but I started to say to myself :"Just do it. Just get it over with and let me take my attire and go."My mind was swimming with"let me go"thoughts and then I felt a phallus 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"but my body, my disloyal and insubordinate trunk was saying :"fuck me, fuck me hard, nominate me come and then let me go."That penis, a fat one, spreading my lip, exploring my cunt, my body lifted my hips and gripped that member 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 prison term, 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 member. I was numb from the kickoff thick penis and this one wasn't as big. What was I doing comparing raper ? And I was thinking, comparing and started churning inside again, my naughty body taking over again and I lifted my pelvic arch to let in the second penis which soon was gimp and a third was at me and I smelled more baccy and was thinking shower bath. Then a fourth. I'd made three phallus limp and actually I was prepare for routine four. I was fighting back, not letting them enjoy a ohmic resistance as they might want 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 slit hot and ready.

My optic still closed. My consistency still being held and my pegleg bed cover and then number four ! At live ! This wouldn't take farseeing I thought. I was almost home. But phone number four, of course, was dissimilar. It was bigger, longer, thicker and I felt stake and spread and I felt my legs reaching 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 strange fucking with strange men in a dark Park"and he stuck"Charlie"cryptic inside me and my manpower and feet were released from their grips. My torso liked"Charlie"…"Churning"“ Fucking"“ Charlie."He stuck me oceanic abyss, taking my breathing spell, making me dizzy.

I lifted my knees and held on for my last fuck and his tobacco hint was at my backtalk, licking at me, I opened my eyes, he was trade good looking and sweaty and bare and I held his breast on mine and let him sleep with me hard as he was grunting and my body was in tot up charge of me and squeezing his huge tool. We were animal fucking like hotdog in the park and I was thinking of Jim and his dog and how I came yr ago and had that moving-picture show in my psyche with this new"Charlie"and being fucked and coming and the hombre chuckling and waiting for my shower, then walking, almost running home in my dress, opening the threshold, up the stair, turning on the shower.

I couldn't wait to be clean and clean away those Guy chuckling because they had not only raped me but also made me number, several times. I was ashamed of my body…my naughty, dirty, betraying consistence. The water felt wonderful, cleaning me off. I was soaping myself now, every corner and cranny and washing my muff and crotch and then I couldn't consider my hands away from myself. I was getting aroused thinking of the night and four prick and my handwriting and body took kick and I came again ! I guess I couldn't blame my body, or my helping hand, they were just being their licentious selves, pleasuring me in their own way.

I knew it was wrong, that boys/men would be whatever they would be and all of us girls have a go at it what they wanted and sometimes got, not always after a dinner party and a display, not always after a dancing, sometimes we got it in a shadow parkland and sometimes, a girl got off in a night Park and in the shower after ! I image locked the social movement door and went to bed, wondering about myself, my trunk, my smell, about life and how I was dwelling and showered .