other surprises of a unlike sort descend my way



"Boys will be son"and"you know what boys want."Both were thing 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 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 ahead of time eventide exchanging our latest write up of life story and the men who were in or out of our lives. How when one would exact us to dinner and a show what they wanted later which they didn't often get…whether we fille were being bribed by the men for the"later"function of the date. We talked about early matter, our work, our job, the pecker 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 hold 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 prissy long visit that one night and it was a aloofness rest home for me so I took a shortcut through the park even though it was very coloured and I wondered if I was being smart to not go around the park instead of entering, walking alone, having a few specs under my belt, a little warm from our coming together, maybe not thinking things through and so I found myself walking through the wickedness green. 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 parking lot by then and walked on toward the men. My mistake.

I got up my heart and walked on toward them and felt I would just hold 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 fille : petite, skillful hair, unseasoned, trim figure and one of them said :"Hello there. Out for a walkway ? Come 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 fella. You're a moderately lass."I tried to pull away but they were bad 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 move. He had a unattackable mitt and held me there. One of the others came over and tried to kiss me. I turned away. Then my psyche was held and there was a mouth on mine."You taste good !"he said. He tasted of tobacco."All we want is a petty taste. We won't hurt you. Just a appreciation 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 dull I was to get into this. Then I felt my dress lifted and there were workforce all over me and my clothes lifted off."We won't detriment you and just let a piddling fun and off you pop."If only that was rightful I thought. I'd stay out of parks. Just don't hurt me. And there were hands on my chest. rima oris 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 parking lot. All I could cogitate was I wanted to go abode. To be released and go home base 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 knocker 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 hands were at my privates and then I heard a zip fastener. Here spread eagled and a zip fastener. My hands were being held, my legs and I was lying naked in the park thinking of a exhibitor ! Madness.

Then the hands left my privates. The hand were actually soft, not tearing at me, but caressing me, and…darn…getting me wet ! I didn't know how force could get me wet. This was a different variety of fury and a different form of wet and I was uneasy 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 amiss, but I started to say to myself :"Just do it. Just get it over with and let me accept my dress and go."My heading was swimming with"let me go"intellection 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 thinker was saying"let me go home"but my trunk, my disloyal and insubordinate body was saying :"fuck me, jazz me concentrated, make me come and then let me go."That penis, a fat one, spreading my lips, exploring my cunt, my consistence 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 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 second guy and in went his penis. I was numb from the first midst 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 pelvic arch to let in the arcsecond penis which soon was limp and a third was at me and I smelled more tobacco and was thinking shower bath. Then a fourth. I'd made three penises limp and actually I was cook for routine four. I was fighting back, not letting them enjoy a impedance as they might want and my pussy was tired and dripping out all the three previous comes and waiting for the concluding one. But I was still on fire. My cunt hot and ready.

My eyes still closed. My body still being held and my legs spread and then number four ! At live on ! This wouldn't take recollective I thought. I was almost household. But number four, of course, was unlike. It was braggy, longer, thicker and I felt transfix and spread and I felt my legs stretching 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 darkness park"and he stuck"Charlie"deep inside me and my hands and feet were released from their grip. My organic structure liked"Charlie"…"Churning"“ fucking"“ Charlie."He stuck me deep, taking my breath, making me dizzy.

I lifted my knee and held on for my last fucking and his tobacco breathing spell was at my mouth, licking at me, I opened my middle, he was good looking and sweaty and naked and I held his chest of drawers on mine and let him fuck me hard as he was grunting and my body was in total charge of me and squeezing his huge hammer. We were fauna fucking like bounder in the ballpark and I was thinking of Jim and his dog and how I came years ago and had that picture in my mind with this new"Charlie"and being fucked and coming and the guys chuckling and waiting for my cascade, then walking, almost running home in my dress, opening the door, up the stairs, turning on the shower.

I couldn't hold to be clean and sportsmanlike away those guys chuckling because they had not only raped me but also made me total, several times. I was ashamed of my body…my naughty, dirty, betraying eubstance. The water felt wonderful, cleaning me off. I was soaping myself now, every corner and chap and washing my muff and genital organ and then I couldn't need my deal away from myself. I was getting aroused thinking of the night and four cocks and my hands and body took charge and I came again ! I guess I couldn't blame my soundbox, or my handwriting, 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 terpsichore, sometimes we got it in a darkness park and sometimes, a little girl got off in a dark park and in the shower after ! I dual locked the strawman threshold and went to bed, wondering about myself, my organic structure, my touch, about liveliness and how I was home and showered .