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"boy will be son"and"you know what boys want."Both were things I often heard and when we miss would get together and tattle about boys, well, now, men, it was often what was said."It's all they want."And my girlfriends and I were at the topical anesthetic one late afternoon several stat mi away from where I lived and we had bar bite and drinks into the early even exchanging our latest storey of lifetime and the men who were in or out of our animation. How when one would require us to dinner and a show what they wanted later which they didn't often get…whether we girls were being bribed by the men for the"later"region of the appointment. We talked about former things, our body of work, our chores, the nib 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 give 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 yearn visit that one Night and it was a space menage for me so I took a shortcut through the commons even though it was very shadow and I wondered if I was being smart to not go around the parking lot instead of entering, walking alone, having a few glassful under my belt, a footling warm from our meeting, 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 fairy. I thought of turning back but I was already one-half way through the common 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 preserve 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. rightfield ? Right ! And I was a jolly missy : petite, nice haircloth, Loretta Young, trim figure and one of them said :"hello there. Out for a manner of walking ? Come on over and say ‘ how-do-you-do'What's the hastiness ?"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 pluck 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 manus 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 rima oris on mine."You taste unspoilt !"he said. He tasted of tobacco plant."All we want is a footling gustatory perception. We won't trauma you. Just a taste and then you go on your way."

I was being pulled away from the course. Hands on my shoulders pushing me to the solid 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 manpower all over me and my dress lifted off."We won't hurt you and just have 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 hired man on my white meat. mouthpiece kissing my boob and I smelled tobacco. They weren't hurting me just abusing me and I was their victim late at night in the park. All I could remember was I wanted to go family. To be released and go household and shower. A strong exhibitioner to get scavenge of all this. They pulled me down on the grass and my legs were pulled apart and I felt my breasts being kissed and more baccy olfaction 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 deal were at my private parts and then I heard a zipper. Here spread eagled and a zip. My hands were being held, my legs and I was lying naked in the park mentation 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 have it away how ferocity could get me wet. This was a different kind of violence and a unlike kind of wet and I was anxious for my shower and to be let go but they hadn't finished getting a"preference"as he said. It was wrongly, I knew it was wrongly, but I started to say to myself :"Just do it. Just get it over with and let me admit my dress and go."My psyche was swimming with"let me go"thinking and then I felt a phallus 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 base"but my organic structure, my disloyal and insubordinate body was saying :"fuck me, make out me hard, clear me derive and then let me go."That penis, a fat one, spreading my lips, exploring my pussy, my body lifted my hips and gripped that penis and then I grunted, I was ashamed of myself, I couldn't aid 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 second guy and in went his phallus. I was numb from the first of all thick penis and this one wasn't as big. What was I doing comparing rapist ? And I was thinking, comparing and started churning inside again, my naughty consistence taking over again and I lifted my hips to let in the second penis which soon was limp and a tierce was at me and I smelled more baccy and was thinking shower. Then a one-fourth. I'd made three penis limp and actually I was ready for number four. I was fighting back, not letting them savor a electric resistance as they might require and my cunt was tired and dripping out all the three premature comes and waiting for the final one. But I was still on fire. My twat hot and ready.

My eyes still closed. My soundbox still being held and my legs spread and then number four ! At last ! This wouldn't take long I thought. I was almost rest home. But number four, of course, was different. It was bigger, longer, thicker and I felt transfix 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 piece of ass, even foreign fucking with unknown men in a dark ballpark"and he stuck"Charlie"deep inside me and my helping hand and metrical foot were released from their hold. My dead body liked"Charlie"…"Churning"“ nookie"“ Charlie."He stuck me deep, taking my intimation, making me dizzy.

I lifted my knees and held on for my final fuck and his tobacco breath was at my mouthpiece, licking at me, I opened my eyes, he was good looking and sweaty and bare and I held his chest on mine and let him fuck me hard as he was grunting and my body was in sum charge of me and squeezing his huge cock. We were animals fucking like dogs in the park and I was thinking of Jim and his dog and how I came years ago and had that picture in my nous with this new"Charlie"and being fucked and coming and the guys chuckling and waiting for my shower, then walking, almost running home base in my dress, opening the door, up the stairs, turning on the shower.

I couldn't wait to be clean and plumb away those guy rope chuckling because they had not only raped me but also made me fall, various metre. I was ashamed of my body…my naughty, dirty, betraying consistence. The water felt wonderful, cleaning me off. I was soaping myself now, every nook and cranny and washing my fumble and buck private and then I couldn't take aim my hand away from myself. I was getting aroused thinking of the night and four prick and my work force and trunk took charge and I came again ! I guess I couldn't blame my body, or my manpower, they were just being their licentious ego, pleasuring me in their own way.

I knew it was wrong, that boys/men would be whatever they would be and all of us girls roll in the hay 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 nighttime park and sometimes, a girl got off in a night parkland and in the shower after ! I double locked the face door and went to bed, wondering about myself, my torso, my feelings, about life history and how I was home and showered .