Other surprises of a different sort come my way



"boy will be male child"and"you know what boys want."Both were matter I often heard and when we girls would get together and talk 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 anesthetic one tardy afternoon respective sea mile away from where I lived and we had bar snack and drunkenness into the early eventide exchanging our recent report of life and the men who were in or out of our spirit. How when one would take us to dinner and a display what they wanted later which they didn't often get…whether we girls were being bribed by the men for the"later"voice of the date. We talked about other thing, our piece of work, our chores, the bills that had to be paid but the one thing we all had in plebeian was the etiquette involved in dating : they give and then it is our turn to contribute 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 skillful yearn visit that one Night and it was a distance home for me so I took a cutoff through the commons even though it was very glowering 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, a slight warm from our meeting, maybe not thinking matter 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 commons 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 affair what they might say and I knew they would say something. It's what boys/men do when a pretty lady friend walkway by. Right ? Right ! And I was a jolly miss : petite, nice hairsbreadth, Pres Young, trim figure and one of them said :"Hello there. Out for a walkway ? 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."come on. Say ‘ hello'to the lads. You're a pretty lass."I tried to pull away but they were bigger and hard 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 strong 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 oral fissure on mine."You taste good !"he said. He tasted of tobacco."All we want is a footling preference. We won't hurt you. Just a gustatory sensation and then you go on your way."

I was being pulled away from the way. Hands on my shoulders pushing me to the land. I was outnumbered and out smarted and thought how obtuse I was to get into this. Then I felt my frock lifted and there were hands all over me and my dress lifted off."We won't hurt you and just throw a piffling 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 workforce on my breasts. Mouths kissing my knocker and I smelled tobacco plant. They weren't hurting me just abusing me and I was their victim late at night in the park. All I could consider was I wanted to go home. To be released and go family and shower. A warm shower to get clean of all this. They pulled me down on the grass and my branch were pulled apart and I felt my chest being kissed and more baccy olfaction and chuckling. Yes ! They were chuckling about it all but it wasn't good story. It was pitiable. Didn't they have something better to do ? And then it wasn't just my tit but hired hand were at my privates and then I heard a zipper. Here facing pages eagled and a zip. My workforce were being held, my legs and I was lying naked in the park intellection of a shower ! Madness.

Then the hands left my privates. The mitt were actually soft, 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 different variety of violence and a different kind of wet and I was anxious for my shower bath 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"thinking and then I felt a member 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 organic structure was saying :"fuck me, fuck me hard, pass water me get along and then let me go."That penis, a fat one, spreading my mouth, exploring my slit, my soundbox lifted my hips and gripped that phallus and then I grunted, I was ashamed of myself, I couldn't assistance 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 mo guy and in went his phallus. I was numb from the first thick 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 naughty body taking over again and I lifted my hips to let in the second member which soon was limp and a tierce was at me and I smelled more tobacco and was thinking shower. Then a one-fourth. I'd made three penises limp and actually I was ready for bit four. I was fighting back, not letting them revel a impedance as they might want and my cunt was tired and dripping out all the three previous comes and waiting for the final one. But I was still on flame. My cunt hot and ready.

My middle still closed. My body still being held and my legs spread and then telephone number four ! At last ! This wouldn't take long I thought. I was almost base. But number four, of form, was different. It was giving, longer, thicker and I felt transfix and spread and I felt my legs stretch of themselves."Let her go guys. I've got her pinned with big old ‘ Charlie'here and she's not going anywhere. She likes shag, even unusual fucking with strange men in a dark Mungo Park"and he stuck"Charlie"deep inside me and my men and feet were released from their bobby pin. My organic structure liked"Charlie"…"Churning"“ roll in the hay"“ Charlie."He stuck me deep, taking my intimation, making me dizzy.

I lifted my knees and held on for my final piece of tail and his tobacco breather was at my mouthpiece, licking at me, I opened my eyes, he was good looking and sweaty and naked and I held his pectus on mine and let him bonk me hard as he was grunting and my trunk was in total heraldic bearing of me and squeezing his huge cock. We were animals fucking like hound in the park and I was thinking of Jim and his dog and how I came years ago and had that picture in my idea with this new"Charlie"and being fucked and coming and the guys chuckling and waiting for my shower, then walking, almost running house in my dress, opening the door, up the stairs, turning on the shower.

I couldn't wait to be clean and clean away those cat chuckling because they had not only raped me but also made me occur, several times. I was ashamed of my body…my naughty, dirty, betraying physical structure. The water felt wonderful, cleaning me off. I was soaping myself now, every corner and cranny and washing my muff and private and then I couldn't take my hands away from myself. I was getting aroused thinking of the night and four shaft and my paw and body took mission and I came again ! I guess I couldn't blame my eubstance, or my hands, they were just being their licentious ego, pleasuring me in their own way.

I knew it was incorrect, that boys/men would be whatever they would be and all of us girls get laid what they wanted and sometimes got, not always after a dinner party and a show, not always after a dance, sometimes we got it in a nighttime park and sometimes, a missy got off in a darkness park and in the shower after ! I double locked the front door and went to bed, wondering about myself, my body, my smell, about life and how I was home and showered .