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"son will be son"and"you know what boys want."Both were thing I often heard and when we girls would get together and speak about boys, well, now, men, it was often what was said."It's all they want."And my girlfriend and I were at the topical anaesthetic one late afternoon various Swedish mile away from where I lived and we had bar snacks and drinks into the early evening exchanging our latest storey of animation and the men who were in or out of our spirit. How when one would take us to dinner and a show what they wanted later which they didn't often get…whether we miss were being bribed by the men for the"later"portion of the date. 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 round to give or give not and I suppose when men get together for an eve it is what they talk about, that or football game. Probably more often about football.

We all had a nice long sojourn that one night and it was a space home for me so I took a shortcut through the ballpark even though it was very dark 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 belt ammunition, a little warm from our meeting, maybe not thinking thing through and so I found myself walking through the dark park. I saw some boys, well, men ahead around a 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 nerve and walked on toward them and felt I would just retain walking no affair what they might say and I knew they would say something. It's what boys/men do when a pretty lady friend walks by. Right ? Right ! And I was a reasonably girl : petite, squeamish fuzz, young, trim shape and one of them said :"hullo 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 bench."cum on. Say ‘ hello'to the blighter. You're a pretty lass."I tried to displume away but they were bigger and warm and I looked around. There was no one around, just us, late at Nox, in the park. Me and four men all smiling at me and I was scared and couldn't movement. He had a unassailable hand 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 good !"he said. He tasted of tobacco."All we want is a little appreciation. We won't damage you. Just a taste and then you go on your way."

I was being pulled away from the path. Hands on my shoulder pushing me to the ground. I was outnumbered and out smarted and thought how obtuse 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 throw a picayune 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 script on my bosom. lip 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 commons. All I could think was I wanted to go home. To be released and go home plate 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 chest 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 breasts but manpower were at my private parts and then I heard a zipper. Here spread eagled and a zipper. My hands were being held, my peg and I was lying naked in the parkland thinking of a shower ! Madness.

Then the helping hand left my privates. The workforce were actually piano, 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 kind of violence and a different variety of wet and I was anxious for my shower and to be let go but they hadn't finished getting a"taste"as he said. It was legal injury, 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 clothes and go."My head was swimming with"let me go"mentation 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 nursing home"but my body, my disloyal and insubordinate body was saying :"fuck me, fuck me hard, puddle me fall and then let me go."That penis, a fat one, spreading my backtalk, exploring my cunt, my physical structure lifted my rose hip and gripped that member and then I grunted, I was ashamed of myself, I couldn't supporter 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 guy rope 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 first midst 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 gamey body taking over again and I lifted my hips to let in the moment penis which soon was limp and a third was at me and I smelled more tobacco and was thinking shower. Then a fourth. I'd made three penises limp and actually I was ready for number four. I was fighting back, not letting them relish a resistance as they might want and my puss was tired and dripping out all the three premature comes and waiting for the final one. But I was still on blast. My cunt hot and ready.

My eyes still closed. My body still being held and my legs bedspread and then telephone number four ! At stopping point ! This wouldn't take long I thought. I was almost domicile. But numeral four, of course, was different. It was bigger, longer, thicker and I felt stake and spread and I felt my legs stretch of themselves."Let her go guy cable. I've got her pinned with big old ‘ Charlie'here and she's not going anywhere. She likes nookie, even strange fucking with unknown men in a nighttime parking area"and he stuck"Charlie"oceanic abyss inside me and my men and feet were released from their grips. My body liked"Charlie"…"Churning"“ ass"“ Charlie."He stuck me deeply, taking my breath, making me dizzy.

I lifted my knees and held on for my final fuck and his tobacco plant intimation was at my mouth, licking at me, I opened my eyes, he was secure looking and sweaty and naked and I held his chest on mine and let him fuck me heavily as he was grunting and my soundbox was in summate bursting charge of me and squeezing his Brobdingnagian tool. We were creature fucking like dogs in the park and I was thinking of Jim and his dog and how I came year ago and had that depiction in my mind with this new"Charlie"and being fucked and coming and the guys chuckling and waiting for my exhibitor, then walking, almost running place in my dress, opening the room access, up the stairs, turning on the shower.

I couldn't wait to be clean and pick away those guys chuckling because they had not only raped me but also made me come, several clip. I was ashamed of my body…my naughty, dirty, betraying eubstance. The water supply felt wonderful, cleaning me off. I was soaping myself now, every corner and chap and washing my fumble and privates and then I couldn't admit my custody away from myself. I was getting aroused thinking of the Night and four cocks and my helping hand and trunk took charge and I came again ! I guess I couldn't blame my body, or my hands, they were just being their licentious selves, pleasuring me in their own way.

I knew it was amiss, 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 dance, sometimes we got it in a dark park and sometimes, a girl got off in a dark park and in the shower after ! I double locked the nominal head door and went to bed, wondering about myself, my organic structure, my look, about spirit and how I was house and showered .