former surprisal of a different kind come my way



"Boys will be boys"and"you know what boys want."Both were things I often heard and when we girls would get together and utter 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 latterly afternoon several Swedish mile away from where I lived and we had bar bite and drinks into the other evening exchanging our later narration of life and the men who were in or out of our lives. How when one would take us to dinner and a display what they wanted later which they didn't often get…whether we girl were being bribed by the men for the"later"part of the particular date. We talked about former affair, our work, our chores, the bank bill 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 turn to give or apply 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 long visit that one nighttime and it was a distance home for me so I took a cutoff through the Park even though it was very black and I wondered if I was being smartness to not go around the parking area instead of entering, walking alone, having a few ice under my bash, a little warm from our merging, maybe not thinking things through and so I found myself walking through the dark park. I saw some male child, well, men ahead around a Bench having butt. 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 nerve and walked on toward them and felt I would just go on walking no thing what they might say and I knew they would say something. It's what boys/men do when a pretty fille walks by. Right ? Right ! And I was a passably girl : petite, nice tomentum, young, tailored build and one of them said :"hello there. Out for a walk ? seminal fluid 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 fella. You're a passably lass."I tried to pluck away but they were bigger and stronger and I looked around. There was no one around, just us, late at night, in the commons. Me and four men all smiling at me and I was scared and couldn't move. He had a inviolable hand and held me there. One of the others came over and tried to snog me. I turned away. Then my head was held and there was a mouthpiece on mine."You taste well !"he said. He tasted of tobacco."All we want is a little taste. We won't hurt 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 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 have a fiddling fun and off you pop."If only that was true I thought. I'd stay out of Park. Just don't hurt me. And there were hands on my knocker. Mouths kissing my breasts and I smelled tobacco. They weren't hurting me just abusing me and I was their dupe late at nighttime in the park. All I could think was I wanted to go home. To be released and go home and rain shower. A warm shower to get fair 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 baccy smell and chuckling. Yes ! They were chuckling about it all but it wasn't funny story. It was pathetic. 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 cattle farm eagled and a zipper. My hands were being held, my legs and I was lying naked in the park thinking of a shower ! Madness.

Then the bridge player left my genitalia. The hands were actually soft, not tearing at me, but caressing me, and…darn…getting me wet ! I didn't know how vehemence could get me wet. This was a unlike kind of violence and a different kind of wet and I was anxious for my rain shower and to be let go but they hadn't finished getting a"taste"as he said. It was incorrectly, 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 dress and go."My head was swimming with"let me go"thoughts 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 creative thinker was saying"let me go home"but my body, my disloyal and insubordinate torso was saying :"fuck me, fuck me arduous, ready me come up and then let me go."That penis, a fat one, spreading my lips, exploring my cunt, my 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 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 2d guy and in went his phallus. I was numb from the first midst 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 articulatio coxae to let in the second penis which soon was limp and a tertiary was at me and I smelled more baccy and was thinking shower. Then a fourth. I'd made three penises limp and actually I was fix for number four. I was fighting back, not letting them enjoy a electric resistance as they might want and my cunt was tired and dripping out all the three old comes and waiting for the final exam one. But I was still on fire. My snatch hot and ready.

My oculus still closed. My body still being held and my legs spread and then routine four ! At endure ! This wouldn't take long I thought. I was almost home. But number four, of row, was different. It was fully grown, longer, thicker and I felt transfix and spread and I felt my legs stretchability of themselves."Let her go poke fun. 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 commons"and he stuck"Charlie"deep inside me and my hands and feet were released from their grips. My body liked"Charlie"…"Churning"“ nookie"“ Charlie."He stuck me deep, taking my breath, making me dizzy.

I lifted my knees and held on for my last screwing and his tobacco breath was at my mouth, licking at me, I opened my eyes, he was honest looking and sweaty and raw and I held his chest on mine and let him have it off me severely as he was grunting and my body was in tote up charge of me and squeezing his Brobdingnagian stopcock. We were animal fucking like dogs in the parkland and I was thinking of Jim and his dog and how I came yr ago and had that painting in my creative thinker with this new"Charlie"and being fucked and coming and the guys chuckling and waiting for my shower, then walking, almost running dwelling in my frock, opening the door, up the steps, turning on the shower.

I couldn't waiting to be clean and clean away those cat chuckling because they had not only raped me but also made me amount, several times. I was ashamed of my body…my naughty, dirty, betraying body. The piss felt grand, cleaning me off. I was soaping myself now, every corner and cranny and washing my muff and common soldier and then I couldn't bring my hired hand away from myself. I was getting ablaze mentation of the night and four shaft and my manus and body took bearing and I came again ! I guess I couldn't find fault my body, or my handwriting, they were just being their licentious self, pleasuring me in their own way.

I knew it was damage, 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 saltation, sometimes we got it in a shadow park and sometimes, a girl got off in a darkness park and in the shower bath after ! I double locked the front door and went to bed, wondering about myself, my body, my spirit, about life and how I was home and showered .