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"Boys will be boys"and"you know what boys want."Both were matter I often heard and when we girls would get together and talk about son, well, now, men, it was often what was said."It's all they want."And my girlfriend and I were at the local one tardily good afternoon several miles away from where I lived and we had bar bite and drinkable into the early eve exchanging our latest stories of lifetime and the men who were in or out of our lives. How when one would take us to dinner and a show what they wanted later which they didn't often get…whether we daughter were being bribed by the men for the"later"share of the date. We talked about other things, our work, our chore, the beak 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 way or devote not and I suppose when men get together for an eventide it is what they talk about, that or football. Probably more often about football.

We all had a nice longsighted visit that one night and it was a aloofness home base for me so I took a cutoff through the car park even though it was very dark and I wondered if I was being impudent 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 dark ballpark. I saw some boys, well, men ahead around a bench having fags. I thought of turning back but I was already one-half way through the Mungo Park by then and walked on toward the men. My mistake.

I got up my nerve 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 paseo by. right field ? Right ! And I was a moderately girl : petite, nice hair, young, cut figure and one of them said :"Hello there. Out for a walk ? ejaculate 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 bench."Come on. Say ‘ hello'to the blighter. You're a pretty lass."I tried to pull away but they were great and stiff 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 potent bridge player 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 oral cavity on mine."You taste good !"he said. He tasted of baccy."All we want is a trivial taste. We won't trauma you. Just a taste and then you go on your way."

I was being pulled away from the path. Hands on my shoulders pushing me to the primer. 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 workforce all over me and my dress lifted off."We won't hurt you and just bear a little fun and off you pop."If only that was true I thought. I'd stay out of Rosa Parks. Just don't hurt me. And there were hands on my knocker. Mouths kissing my breasts and I smelled baccy. They weren't hurting me just abusing me and I was their victim late at night in the Mungo Park. All I could think was I wanted to go home. To be released and go habitation and rain shower. A warm shower to get unclouded of all this. They pulled me down on the grass and my peg were pulled apart and I felt my breasts being kissed and more tobacco smell and chuckling. Yes ! They were chuckling about it all but it wasn't funny. It was misfortunate. Didn't they have something better to do ? And then it wasn't just my breasts but hands were at my private and then I heard a zipper. Here spread eagled and a zipper. My men were being held, my stage and I was lying naked in the park thinking of a shower ! Madness.

Then the hands left my privates. The hands were actually indulgent, not tearing at me, but caressing me, and…darn…getting me wet ! I didn't know how violence could get me wet. This was a different sort of fury and a different kind of wet and I was anxious for my shower and to be let go but they hadn't finished getting a"sense of taste"as he said. It was incorrectly, I knew it was wrong, but I started to say to myself :"Just do it. Just get it over with and let me choose my dress and go."My foreland was swimming with"let me go"thoughts and then I felt a phallus 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 home"but my body, my disloyal and insubordinate body was saying :"fuck me, have it off me hard, make me add up and then let me go."That penis, a fat one, spreading my sassing, exploring my pussy, my dead body lifted my hips and gripped that penis 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 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 back guy and in went his penis. I was numb from the first 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 body taking over again and I lifted my hips to let in the arcsecond penis which soon was limp and a third was at me and I smelled more tobacco and was thinking cascade. Then a fourth. I'd made three phallus limp and actually I was cook for number four. I was fighting back, not letting them enjoy a resistance as they might want and my snatch was tired and dripping out all the three previous comes and waiting for the final exam one. But I was still on fire. My cunt hot and ready.

My eyes still closed. My organic structure still being held and my branch spread and then figure four ! At last ! This wouldn't take long I thought. I was almost rest home. But number four, of row, was unlike. It was bigger, longer, thicker and I felt impale and counterpane and I felt my legs stretch of themselves."Let her go cat. I've got her pinned with big old ‘ Charlie'here and she's not going anywhere. She likes fucking, even strange fucking with foreign men in a dark park"and he stuck"Charlie"deep inside me and my custody and foot were released from their grips. My body liked"Charlie"…"Churning"“ shag"“ Charlie."He stuck me bass, taking my breath, making me dizzy.

I lifted my knee joint and held on for my final nookie and his baccy breathing place was at my oral fissure, 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 be intimate me intemperately as he was grunting and my body was in sum charge of me and squeezing his huge cock. We were animals fucking like dogs in the park and I was thinking of Jim and his dog and how I came years ago and had that motion-picture show in my head with this new"Charlie"and being fucked and coming and the guys chuckling and waiting for my cascade, then walking, almost running household in my wearing apparel, opening the door, up the stairs, turning on the shower.

I couldn't waiting to be clean and cleanse away those bozo chuckling because they had not only raped me but also made me come, several clock time. I was ashamed of my body…my naughty, dirty, betraying trunk. The water system felt wonderful, cleaning me off. I was soaping myself now, every nook and cranny and washing my muff and privates and then I couldn't convey my handwriting away from myself. I was getting aroused cerebration of the night and four stopcock and my bridge player and body took charge and I came again ! I guess I couldn't blame my body, or my hands, they were just being their licentious self, 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 knew what they wanted and sometimes got, not always after a dinner and a show, not always after a dancing, sometimes we got it in a night parking area and sometimes, a missy got off in a night parking area and in the cascade after ! I double locked the front doorway and went to bed, wondering about myself, my body, my feelings, about life and how I was home and showered .