Other surprise of a dissimilar kind come my way



"boy will be boys"and"you know what boys want."Both were things I often heard and when we girls would get together and talk about boy, well, now, men, it was often what was said."It's all they want."And my lady friend and I were at the local anesthetic one late good afternoon several miles away from where I lived and we had bar snacks and drinks into the early evening exchanging our latest stories of life and the men who were in or out of our lives. How when one would take 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"part of the date. We talked about other things, our piece of work, our chores, the bills that had to be paid but the one thing we all had in vulgar was the etiquette involved in dating : they give and then it is our act to gift 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 prissy prospicient sojourn that one night and it was a distance home for me so I took a shortcut through the park even though it was very dark and I wondered if I was being smart to not go around the parking area instead of entering, walking alone, having a few glasses under my bang, a petty warm from our confluence, maybe not thinking affair through and so I found myself walking through the night park. I saw some boys, well, men ahead around a Bench having coffin nail. I thought of turning back but I was already half way through the green by then and walked on toward the men. My mistake.

I got up my nervus and walked on toward them and felt I would just observe 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. rightfulness ? Right ! And I was a pretty little girl : petite, nice hair, youth, trim chassis and one of them said :"Hello there. Out for a walk ? Come on over and say ‘ hello'What's the rush ?"And I walked on not looking but my arm was grabbed and I was pulled over to the bench."seed on. Say ‘ hello'to the lads. You're a middling lass."I tried to pull away but they were vainglorious and unassailable 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 relocation. He had a strong helping 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 rima oris on mine."You taste good !"he said. He tasted of tobacco."All we want is a niggling gustation. 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 soil. 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 hands all over me and my dress lifted off."We won't hurt you and just bear 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 hands on my breast. Mouths kissing my chest 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 imagine was I wanted to go nursing home. To be released and go home and shower. A warmly exhibitor to get pick of all this. They pulled me down on the grass and my stage were pulled apart and I felt my breasts being kissed and more tobacco feel and chuckling. Yes ! They were chuckling about it all but it wasn't funny. It was wretched. Didn't they have something better to do ? And then it wasn't just my tit but hands were at my privates and then I heard a zipper. Here scatter eagled and a zipper. My bridge player were being held, my ramification and I was lying naked in the park thinking of a shower ! Madness.

Then the hired hand 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 violence could get me wet. This was a different kind of furiousness 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"taste"as he said. It was wrong, I knew it was haywire, but I started to say to myself :"Just do it. Just get it over with and let me shoot my dress and go."My fountainhead 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 psyche was saying"let me go home"but my body, my disloyal and insubordinate dead body was saying :"fuck me, bed me gruelling, make me fare and then let me go."That penis, a fat one, spreading my sass, exploring my bitch, my body lifted my articulatio coxae 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 fourth dimension, spurting hot inside which always made me hot and I came again !.

The cat 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 outset thick member 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 trunk taking over again and I lifted my coxa 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 penises limp and actually I was ready for number four. I was fighting back, not letting them bask a resistance as they might need and my cunt was tired and dripping out all the three previous comes and waiting for the concluding one. But I was still on fire. My snatch hot and ready.

My eyes still closed. My consistency still being held and my legs spread and then telephone number four ! At finis ! This wouldn't take long I thought. I was almost home. But number four, of course, was dissimilar. It was bigger, longer, thicker and I felt impaled 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 screw, even strange fucking with unusual men in a nighttime park"and he stuck"Charlie"deep inside me and my hands and feet were released from their bobby pin. My physical structure liked"Charlie"…"Churning"“ shag"“ Charlie."He stuck me deep, taking my breath, making me dizzy.

I lifted my knee joint and held on for my final nookie and his tobacco breathing spell was at my mouth, licking at me, I opened my eyes, he was full looking and sweaty and naked and I held his chest on mine and let him fuck me tough as he was grunting and my torso was in full heraldic bearing of me and squeezing his vast cock. We were brute 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 picture in my judgement with this new"Charlie"and being fucked and coming and the guys chuckling and waiting for my exhibitor, then walking, almost running domicile in my dress, opening the threshold, up the stairs, turning on the shower.

I couldn't delay to be clean and cleanse away those guys chuckling because they had not only raped me but also made me come, several times. I was ashamed of my body…my naughty, dirty, betraying body. The H2O felt marvelous, 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 my hands away from myself. I was getting provoke thought of the night and four cocks and my mitt and soundbox took burster and I came again ! I guess I couldn't blame my eubstance, or my hands, they were just being their licentious self, 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 knew what they wanted and sometimes got, not always after a dinner party and a display, not always after a dance, sometimes we got it in a dark park and sometimes, a girl got off in a dark park and in the rain shower after ! I double locked the figurehead door and went to bed, wondering about myself, my dead body, my tone, about lifetime and how I was home and showered .