former surprises of a different kind come my way



"boy will be boys"and"you know what boys want."Both were things I often heard and when we daughter would get together and speak about boys, 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 good afternoon several miles away from where I lived and we had bar snacks and drinks into the other evening exchanging our a la mode stories of life and the men who were in or out of our lives. How when one would ingest 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 appointment. We talked about other things, our work, our task, the eyeshade that had to be paid but the one matter we all had in common was the etiquette involved in dating : they give and then it is our turn to give or render 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 longsighted visit that one night and it was a distance dwelling for me so I took a shortcut through the ballpark even though it was very sour and I wondered if I was being voguish to not go around the parking area instead of entering, walking alone, having a few ice under my belt, a footling warm from our confluence, maybe not thinking things through and so I found myself walking through the dark park. I saw some boys, well, men ahead around a bench having pansy. I thought of turning back but I was already half way through the commons by then and walked on toward the men. My mistake.

I got up my face and walked on toward them and felt I would just keep walking no topic what they might say and I knew they would say something. It's what boys/men do when a pretty young lady paseo by. Right ? Right ! And I was a pretty girl : petite, nice hair, young, shave figure and one of them said :"Hello there. Out for a walk ? ejaculate on over and say ‘ hullo'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 chap. You're a jolly lass."I tried to deplumate away but they were openhanded and strong and I looked around. There was no one around, just us, late at nighttime, in the commons. Me and four men all smiling at me and I was scared and couldn't move. He had a strong hand and held me there. One of the others came over and tried to snog me. I turned away. Then my head teacher was held and there was a mouthpiece on mine."You taste good !"he said. He tasted of tobacco."All we want is a little tasting. We won't injury you. Just a perceptiveness 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 dumb 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 distress you and just have a little 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 deal on my breasts. Mouths kissing my white meat and I smelled baccy. They weren't hurting me just abusing me and I was their dupe late at night in the common. All I could think was I wanted to go home. To be released and go domicile and shower bath. A strong shower to get clean of all this. They pulled me down on the pot and my legs 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 pathetic. Didn't they have something better to do ? And then it wasn't just my breasts but script were at my privates and then I heard a zip fastener. Here feast eagled and a zip. My helping hand were being held, my legs and I was lying naked in the ballpark thought of a rain shower ! Madness.

Then the hired hand left my genitalia. The workforce were actually voiced, not tearing at me, but caressing me, and…darn…getting me wet ! I didn't know how fury could get me wet. This was a dissimilar variety of furiousness and a unlike sort 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 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"idea 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 household"but my body, my disloyal and insubordinate body was saying :"fuck me, fuck me hard, piddle me come and then let me go."That penis, a fat one, spreading my lips, exploring my puss, my consistence lifted my rosehip and gripped that penis and then I grunted, I was ashamed of myself, I couldn't help myself, I was coming on this phallus 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 2nd guy and in went his penis. I was numb from the initiative thick member and this one wasn't as big. What was I doing comparing raper ? And I was thinking, comparing and started churning inside again, my blue body taking over again and I lifted my hip to let in the second 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 penis limp and actually I was ready for number four. I was fighting back, not letting them enjoy a resistance as they might want and my cunt was tired and dripping out all the three previous comes and waiting for the concluding one. But I was still on flame. My cunt hot and ready.

My eyes still closed. My consistency still being held and my legs spread and then number four ! At lowest ! This wouldn't take retentive I thought. I was almost home. But number four, of line, was different. It was bigger, longer, thicker and I felt spike and counterpane and I felt my legs reaching of themselves."Let her go guy rope. I've got her pinned with big old ‘ Charlie'here and she's not going anywhere. She likes shtup, even foreign fucking with strange men in a night parking area"and he stuck"Charlie"oceanic abyss inside me and my paw and infantry were released from their grips. My consistency liked"Charlie"…"Churning"“ screw"“ Charlie."He stuck me deep, taking my breathing spell, making me dizzy.

I lifted my knee joint and held on for my net fuck and his tobacco plant intimation was at my back talk, licking at me, I opened my eyes, he was proficient looking and sweaty and nude and I held his chest on mine and let him fuck me hard as he was grunting and my body was in come charge of me and squeezing his huge turncock. We were animals fucking like Canis familiaris in the Park and I was thinking of Jim and his dog and how I came years ago and had that image in my mind with this new"Charlie"and being fucked and coming and the guys chuckling and waiting for my shower, then walking, almost running rest home in my dress, opening the door, up the stairs, turning on the shower.

I couldn't wait to be fairly and clean 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 body. The water felt terrific, cleaning me off. I was soaping myself now, every nook and crevice and washing my muff and genital organ and then I couldn't bring my hired man away from myself. I was getting excited thinking of the night and four rooster and my hands 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 selves, pleasuring me in their own way.

I knew it was haywire, 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 party and a show, not always after a terpsichore, sometimes we got it in a night park and sometimes, a girl got off in a darkness ballpark and in the shower after ! I two-baser locked the breast door and went to bed, wondering about myself, my body, my spirit, about liveliness and how I was menage and showered .