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"Boys will be boys"and"you know what boys want."Both were matter I often heard and when we girls would get together and verbalise about boys, 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 late good afternoon several sea mile away from where I lived and we had bar snacks and drinks into the early eventide exchanging our latest stories of life and the men who were in or out of our life history. 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"contribution of the date. We talked about early things, our work, our chore, 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 turning 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 long visit that one night and it was a distance house for me so I took a crosscut through the ballpark even though it was very drear and I wondered if I was being smart to not go around the parkland instead of entering, walking alone, having a few glasses under my belted ammunition, a niggling warm from our meeting, maybe not thinking affair through and so I found myself walking through the iniquity parking lot. I saw some boys, well, men ahead around a bench having fairy. I thought of turning back but I was already half way through the park 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 hold 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 ? Right ! And I was a pretty girl : petite, prissy hair, youthful, trimming figure and one of them said :"Hello there. Out for a base on balls ? Come on over and say ‘ hello'What's the haste ?"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 perpetrate away but they were with child and stronger 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 inviolable hand and held me there. One of the others came over and tried to kiss me. I turned away. Then my headway was held and there was a mouth on mine."You taste good !"he said. He tasted of tobacco."All we want is a little preference. We won't hurt you. Just a penchant and then you go on your way."

I was being pulled away from the route. Hands on my articulatio humeri pushing me to the undercoat. I was outnumbered and out smarted and thought how dumb I was to get into this. Then I felt my attire lifted and there were hands all over me and my garb lifted off."We won't harm you and just have a little fun and off you pop."If only that was avowedly I thought. I'd stay out of common. Just don't hurt me. And there were hands on my breasts. 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 common. All I could reckon was I wanted to go home. To be released and go home and shower. A warm exhibitioner to get clean of all this. They pulled me down on the locoweed and my legs were pulled apart and I felt my breasts being kissed and more tobacco aroma and chuckling. Yes ! They were chuckling about it all but it wasn't good story. It was ridiculous. Didn't they have something better to do ? And then it wasn't just my breasts but hand were at my privates and then I heard a zip. Here spread eagled and a zipper. My work force were being held, my stage and I was lying naked in the parking lot thinking of a shower bath ! Madness.

Then the hands left my privates. The hands were actually flabby, 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 fury and a dissimilar 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 haywire, I knew it was wrong, but I started to say to myself :"Just do it. Just get it over with and let me pack my frock and go."My nous was swimming with"let me go"persuasion 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 home"but my consistence, my disloyal and insubordinate body was saying :"fuck me, fuck me hard, make me come and then let me go."That penis, a fat one, spreading my lips, exploring my cunt, my body lifted my hip joint and gripped that penis and then I grunted, I was ashamed of myself, I couldn't assistance myself, I was coming on this member 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 midst member and this one wasn't as big. What was I doing comparing raper ? And I was thinking, comparing and started churning inside again, my juicy torso taking over again and I lifted my hips to let in the mo penis which 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 fix for number four. I was fighting back, not letting them enjoy a opposition as they might want 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 cunt hot and ready.

My eye still closed. My body still being held and my legs counterpane and then telephone number four ! At concluding ! This wouldn't take retentive I thought. I was almost home. But identification number four, of course, was dissimilar. It was bigger, longer, thicker and I felt empale and spread and I felt my leg reaching 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 wickedness park"and he stuck"Charlie"rich inside me and my hands and understructure were released from their grips. My body liked"Charlie"…"Churning"“ Fucking"“ Charlie."He stuck me rich, taking my breathing place, making me dizzy.

I lifted my knees and held on for my final fuck and his baccy breath was at my backtalk, licking at me, I opened my eyes, he was right looking and sweaty and naked and I held his chest on mine and let him fuck me intemperate as he was grunting and my body was in total boot of me and squeezing his huge cock. We were animals fucking like frank in the 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 guys chuckling and waiting for my exhibitioner, then walking, almost running home in my frock, opening the door, up the stairs, turning on the shower.

I couldn't wait to be cleanse and light away those cat 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 trunk. The urine felt wonderful, cleaning me off. I was soaping myself now, every nook and cranny and washing my fumble and crotch and then I couldn't read my paw away from myself. I was getting aroused thinking of the night and four rooster and my hands and soundbox took bearing and I came again ! I guess I couldn't blame my body, or my paw, 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 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 night park and sometimes, a female child got off in a nighttime parkland and in the shower after ! I double over locked the front end room access and went to bed, wondering about myself, my consistence, my touch, about lifetime and how I was home and showered .