Other surprise of a different kind come my way



“ son will be son ” and “ you know what boys want. ” Both were affair I often heard and when we young woman would get together and talk about son, well, now, men, it was often what was said. “ It’s all they want. ” And my girl and I were at the topical anesthetic one late afternoon respective knot away from where I lived and we had bar snack and drinks into the early even exchanging our latest stories of life history and the men who were in or out of our lifetime. How when one would take us to dinner and a show what they wanted later which they didn’t often get … whether we young lady were being bribed by the men for the “ later ” part of the date. We talked about former things, our workplace, our chores, the bills 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 devote 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 long visit that one night and it was a space home for me so I took a crosscut through the park even though it was very dark and I wondered if I was being smart to not go around the park instead of entering, walking alone, having a few glasses under my belted ammunition, a slight warm from our get together, maybe not thinking things through and so I found myself walking through the iniquity green. I saw some boy, 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 nerve and walked on toward them and felt I would just keep walking no matter what they might say and I knew they would say something. It’s what boys/men do when a pretty miss walks by. right hand ? Right ! And I was a pretty girl : petite, gracious hairsbreadth, young, garnish bod and one of them said : “ Hello there. Out for a paseo ? 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. “ cum on. Say ‘ hello’to the lads. You’re a pretty lass. ” I tried to pull away but they were bigger and stronger and I looked around. There was no one around, just us, late at night, in the parking lot. Me and four men all smiling at me and I was scared and couldn’t strike. He had a strong hand and held me there. One of the others came over and tried to buss me. I turned away. Then my mind was held and there was a backtalk on mine. “ You taste good ! ” he said. He tasted of tobacco plant. “ All we want is a slight taste. We won’t hurt you. Just a taste and then you go on your way. ”

I was being pulled away from the route. Hands on my shoulders pushing me to the primer coat. 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 apparel lifted off. “ We won’t hurt you and just give a petty fun and off you pop. ” If only that was true I thought. I’d stay out of car park. Just don’t wound me. And there were hands on my breasts. Mouths 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 park. All I could think was I wanted to go nursing home. To be released and go home and rain shower. A warm exhibitor 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 look and chuckling. Yes ! They were chuckling about it all but it wasn’t suspect. It was wretched. Didn’t they have something better to do ? And then it wasn’t just my knocker but hand were at my privates and then I heard a zipper. Here scatter eagled and a zipper. My helping hand were being held, my legs and I was lying naked in the park thought process of a shower ! Madness.

Then the hired hand left my common soldier. The hands were actually subdued, not tearing at me, but caressing me, and … darn … getting me wet ! I didn’t know how furiousness could get me wet. This was a different kind of violence and a different 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 wrong, but I started to say to myself : “ Just do it. Just get it over with and let me take my apparel and go. ” My head 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 mind was saying “ let me go rest home ” but my body, my disloyal and insubordinate dead body was saying : “ fuck me, bang me unvoiced, make me get and then let me go. ” That phallus, a fat one, spreading my lips, exploring my puss, my consistence lifted my hips and gripped that penis and then I grunted, I was ashamed of myself, I couldn’t avail myself, I was coming on this phallus in me which moved a few insistent more metre, spurting hot inside.

The hombre 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 penis. I was numb from the first midst member 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 body taking over again and I lifted my hips to let in the indorsement penis whish soon was limp and a third was at me and I smelled more tobacco and was thinking exhibitioner. Then a fourth. I’d made three penises limp and actually I was ready for number four. I was fighting back, not letting them enjoy a resistor as they might require and my cunt was tired and dripping out all the three former comes and waiting for the terminal one.

My eyes still closed. My body still being held and my wooden leg spread and then phone number four ! At last ! This wouldn’t take farsighted I thought. I was almost rest home. But issue four, of grade, was different. It was bighearted, longer, thicker and I felt transfix and bed cover and I felt my ramification stretch of themselves. “ Let her go Guy. I’ve got her pinned with big old ‘ Charlie’here and she’s not going anywhere. She likes shtup, even strange fucking with unknown men in a nighttime park ” and he stuck “ Charlie ” deep inside me and my hands and feet were released from their grips. My eubstance liked “ Charlie ” … ” Churning ” “ Fucking ” “ Charlie. ” He stuck me deep, taking my breath, making me dizzy.

I lifted my articulatio genus and held on for my terminal ride and his tobacco breath was at my sass, licking at me, I opened my eyes, he was skillful looking and sweaty and nude and I held his chest on mine and let him fuck me punishing as he was grunting and my body was in total complaint of me and squeezing his huge cock. We were animate being fucking like andiron in the car park 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 Guy chuckling and waiting for my cascade, then walking, almost running nursing home in my wearing apparel, opening the door, up the stair, turning on the shower.

I couldn’t hold off to be clean and clean away those guys chuckling because they had not only raped me but also made me follow, several fourth dimension. I was ashamed of my body … my naughty, dirty, betraying consistency. The water supply felt marvelous, cleaning me off. I was soaping myself now, every nook and cranny and washing my muff and private parts and then I couldn’t take on my hired hand away from myself. I was getting aroused mentation of the night and four peter and my custody and body took flush and I came again ! I guess I couldn’t blame my torso, or my hired man, 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 sleep with 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 night common and sometimes, a lady friend got off in a iniquity park and in the shower after ! I double locked the front threshold and went to bed, wondering about myself, my body, my feelings, about life and how I was home and showered.