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Subject: {ASSM} Across the Park
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Date: Wed, 28 Oct 2015 07:12:07 -0400
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Across the  Park

Not seeing a single place to park as I drive past my  brother's apartment. 
Almost comforted by that thought, as I realize that my  blood pressure is 
high as I think of confronting him one more time about moving  out of his 
apartment and this neighborhood. The visits back to the city of my  birth seem 
to be more of me sticking my big nose into the affairs of others.  Having 
just left my Aunt's apartment after visiting her at the Lutheran Care  Center. 
Her apartment a poster for the inability of many aging people to care  for 
themselves. My body shivering in revulsion as I think of the bugs crawling  
all over the kitchen. My hand reaching down to brush my nylon clad legs 
again.  Thinking to myself that I will bring a change of clothing and a plastic 
bag to  throw the clothes in when I have left the apartment. Maybe get me one 
of those  disposable Hazmat suits. Laughing as I think of myself as a 
"Bond" girl,  stepping out of the dowdy disposable suit and wearing a sexy dress 
underneath.  The instant image change from nose to the grind worker in a 
sexy siren.  Laughing, feeling my mind relaxing a little at the hard to picture 
image of  myself.
My right hand still brushing my legs as I turn right at the  corner and 
drive along the next side of the park. The cars parked up on this  side also. 
Thinking that the next as I turn again to do a complete box of the  park, 
that this side had spaces when I drove past initially. Parking neatly on  the 
one way side of the park.
Grabbing my purse and cell phone as I step out of my Grand  Am. Pushing the 
door open and felling the bite of the cool night air, actually  chilly as I 
slide out not so gracefully. Thinking that I should have worn slacks  
instead of a skirt as I feel the cool air around my nylon legs. Looking across  
the park and up, seeing the third floor apartment where my brother lives, 
just  visible above the tree tops.
Remembering as I press the button to lock the door of my car,  how many 
times I walked across this park to school. Turning but not able to see  the 
outline of the old Our Lady of Lourdes School behind me. Thinking how I had  my 
first cigarette in this park, among a number of firsts I did there. Better  
off not thinking about them. It was ages and ages ago.
The park, Mansion Square Park, a four sided park a block long  in each 
direction. Eight walkways moving out from the memorial obelisk in the  center, 
like spikes from a bike wheel. Trees and bushes sprinkled around the  park 
and giving it a feel of nature in the heart of the old decaying city.  Benches 
also sprinkled along the spokes of walkways and the memorial circle in  the 
middle.
Feeling a chill of moisture as a tiny snowflake touches my  cheek. 
Shivering with the cool caress, hesitating and wondering if I should grab  my 
jacket. Reaching back into the car and taking out the soft suede matching  jacket 
to my forest green skirt. Sliding it on over my pale yellow blouse and  
pulling it closed, as I walk across the street to one of the spokes. My high  
heels clicking loudly on the cold asphalt of the street. The empty houses on  
this side of the park helping to increase the sound of the echoing  steps.
Starting out with a brisk walk, the assured steps ringing a  strident tune 
as I steel myself for my conversation with my brother. As I walk  across the 
park, wishing that I didn't have heels and could cross the grass like  I 
did when a kid, my plaid skirt swirling around my thighs as I ran home from  
school. Hearing the whistle of some guy seeing the long flashing thighs 
beneath  the rolled up skirt. Shaking my head of the ghosts of the past and 
blowing out a  breath, seeing it condense into a small cloud of moisture in front 
of  me.
Catching a movement on one of the paths to the right of me.  Seeing a 
couple of teenagers shuffling along. Then catching another pair to my  left on 
another spoke of the wheel. My step faltering and then renewing my pace.  
Seeing the four teenagers converging in front of me as I am almost to the  
memorial in the center. Watching them meet and settle around one of the benches.  
Their voices low murmurs as I move closer. Their faces turned to me as I  
approach the axle of the circle. Quieting, their eyes appraising. Seeing them 
 openly, boldly looking at me from head to toe as I walk into an 
illuminating  circle of light. Knowing all too well what their thoughts are. A falter 
to my  step as I approach the bench, eyes looking for a brief second at the 
four  teenagers. Then seeing two girls walking to join the four teenage  
boys.
Eyes moving back to the path in front of me, hoping to pass  them without 
an incident. But catching a glimpse of movement as the boys step  into my 
path. A half circle with the six of them, four boys and two girls  extended 
across the path. "Excuse me," my words soft and moderated as I step  closer and 
then stop. Catching my breath as I feel my heart pounding against my  
blouse. Eyes looking to the sides to see if I might step around them. Then  
stepping to my left, making a slight detour into the grass, now glistening with  
white droplets of melting snow. Feeling my heels digging into the soft  
cushioning earth as I step off the path to walk around the half circle of teens. 
 The teens shifting to front me again. Stepping again to the left, moving 
away  from the path and closer to the bushes and trees between the  spokes.
Finally, after the third time, again looking at the teens,  "may I pass 
by?" My words soft with a slight tremble to them. Seeing the smiles  wreath 
their faces, as they know that they have made me nervous.
"Sure you can momma, but you have to pay a toll to walk in  our park." The 
smile wide on the boy speaking. His friends grinning, grunting  agreement. 
Appraising the teens in front of me. All young, middle teens maybe.  Blacks, 
the neighborhood having changed drastically since my youth. The boys  
shorter then me in my heels by a good six or eight inches; but feeling a pack  
mentality. My lips dry as I look at them, not sure that looking at them 
directly  is a smart thing. Then turning around, to walk back the way I come, back 
onto  the path and towards my car. Seeing three more boys standing across 
the path not  twenty feet behind me. The group spreading out as I stand amidst 
them, forming a  circle around me.
My heels feeling so stupid on my feet, as I look around.  Knowing I can't 
run in them. "Well, momma, you going to pay the toll? Turning  around slowly 
in a complete circle, seeing the teens stepping closer, the circle  closing 
around me as I stand in the wet grass.
My lower lip trembling now as I look at the speaker. "What do  you want for 
payment?" Knowing that I have just let them know that they have  forced me 
to admit my predicament. Feeling a chill in my body as I stand,  looking 
down at the street thugs around me, knowing this is one of the many  gangs of 
Poughkeepsie.
"Well, now that you ask," the boy stepping in front of me,  his hand 
reaching out to touch my waist. Feeling the fingers touching inside my  open 
jacket. "I want a kiss from you white lady." His fingers brushing my hip,  as he 
steps closer. Smelling the strong scent of his breath as I feel my knees  
knocking together. "You ever kiss a black boy before lady? I like older white  
women." The boy looking expectantly into my face. His grin splitting his 
face.  His thick lips parted as his hand continues to move on my hip.
Not sure what to say as I stand looking at the boy. "Come on  lady, pay up. 
You don't like blacks." Hearing those words from behind me.  Stepping away 
from the boy and turning to walk past the boys blocking the path  to my car. 
Feeling my hand grabbed and spun around to face the speaker again.  "Now 
lady, the toll is that you have to kiss each of us. That includes the  girls." 
Seeing him smiling widely now, "oh, and that is on the  lips."
The boy shaking his head as he sees me begin to open my  mouth. "Don't make 
a mistake momma and yell." His finger going to his lips,  Shushing me as 
one would a child. Trembling as I stand in front of him, so close  to the 
houses around me, but so far from a safe place. His hand reaching up and  
hooking my neck, pulling my head down, as his lips parts. Feeling his warm lips  
pressing against my mouth. His tongue pushing at my lips. His other hand  
reaching forward and touching the small bump of my right breast. Fingers  
squeezing the small mound in my blouse, grasping the cup of my thin bra and  
kneading the small mass. His tongue forcing itself into my mouth as I stand  
frozen in fear in place. His fingers massaging the tip of my breast, the soft  
nipple. Pinching it in his fingers. The nub swelling as his mouth continues 
to  take mine, his tongue forcing my lips apart as I stand, eyes  closed.
Feeling my body flushing warm with humiliation and fear as I  feel hands 
touching my body, stroking the curve of my ass cheeks. Wanting to  break his 
kiss, wanting to scream and run from this crowd of young black teens.  The 
leader releasing me, and feeling myself being led to a bench, the memorial  
now out of sight behind trees as my purse is taken from me. Eyes tearing as I  
see the group swarming around the bench. The wetness feeling cool in my 
warm  cheeks. Another boy pulling me down to his mouth and taking my lips. 
Forcing his  tongue into my mouth. The others touching my body, hands rubbing my 
ass and  slapping the soft flesh. Feeling the fingers massaging and 
kneading my small  breasts. Taking them with familiarity, as if we were close 
friends, intimately,  feeling my skirt lifted and fingers touching the swell of 
my mound. My whole  body cringing in fear, as I feel the hands and mouths, 
helpless to stop this  invasion of my personal space.
Feeling myself turned around and my body pushed up against  the back of the 
bench. Being forced forward at the waist, my upper body leaning  over the 
back and feeling my arms being held. One of the girls kissing my lips,  
feeling her mouth taking mine. Her eyes staring into mine as she forces her  
tongue into my mouth. Her lips sucking on my lower lip holding it as I feel  
hands behind me, pulling my skirt up over my hips. Exposing the black pantyhose 
 beneath. Feeling hands pulling at them, stripping them from my lower body 
and  rolling them down my legs. My eyes staring into the girl who has my 
lower lips  firmly between her teeth. Grunting as I feel fingers pushing at my 
panties,  blunt fingers, pushing them to the side and then at the entrance 
to my pussy. My  legs lifted one at a time and the heel and pantyhose 
stripped off of each foot.  Hearing a tearing ripping sound and feeling the hose 
being tied to my ankles and  then to the bench legs. Holding my legs apart, 
split wide. The girls releasing  my lip, feeling a droplet of blood on it as 
two boys grab my arms and pull them  apart, bending my body over the back.
My ass cheeks being exposed as they are stretched, my waist  digging into 
the hard wood of the cross piece on the bench. Grunting and then  feeling a 
warm cock being pressed against my cheek, my eyes opening in terror,  as I 
see the warm pulsing cock rubbing against my lips. Feeling it forced into  my 
mouth. The cap lodging in my mouth as I gasp. Then feeling the blunt end of 
a  cock being pushed at my pussy entrance from behind. Choking on the cock 
in my  mouth as I feel the shaft pushing my labia apart. The shaft filling 
the opening,  then pushing into my semi dry tunnel. Hearing the boy behind me, 
"pretty tight  for an old white bitch." The others laughing at his comment. 
 Eyes watering  as the mushroom head, jams against the back of my throat.  
My heart  pounding with terror as I feel the black cock being pushed into my 
tunnel.   My walls being pressed open and then sealing around the shaft.  
The cock  sink deeper, and then reversing as he pulls back.  Feeling my 
partially wet  walls closing behind the retreating crown of his prick.  Then my 
breath  being forced out around the cock head in my mouth as he jams deep 
into my pussy  again.  His strokes hard and fast.  Feeling drool sliding from 
my lips  to my chin.  My hair pulled tight by the strong fingers of the boy 
in front  of me.  Forcing my lips around his swollen rod.  My body being  
penetrated from front and back, being used to satisfy the needs of these young  
boys.  Feeling the boy in front holding himself against my face.  The  
crown swelling and knowing he is about to cum.  The thick scum filling my  mouth 
and coating the roof of my mouth.  The jism sliding down my throat as  a 
second and then a third jet of cum spurts from his piss  hole. 
    The boy behind me, still fucking me  hard from behind, my waist sore as 
it is pressed into the coarse wood of  the  bench back.  Again and again, 
his body slamming into my ass  cheeks, grunting with the hard thrusts and 
then feeling him grabbing my hips and  finally shooting his seed deep into my 
now wet pussy.  Holding himself  against me as he spews more cum into my 
crammed white pussy.  Feeling him  step away from behind me, the cool breeze 
against my calves, but not chilling my  warm thighs and hot swollen labia.  
Another boy quickly stepping behind me  and slamming quickly into my now 
stretched pussy opening.  His cock thicker  then the last one; but much shorter.  
A jerky rhythm to his fucking, as he  takes short strokes after his cock 
pulled free a couple of times.  His  grunt, announcing his impending orgasm and 
feeling him hold himself against my  ass as he fills my cunt with his seed. 
 Cock shrinking quickly and sliding  free of my slick cunt lips.  My mouth 
thick with the taste of semen as I  lean limply over the bench back.  Seeing 
legs step on the bench and feeling  my face lifted to be rubbed on the 
curly pubic hair of a pussy.  The scent  strong and pungent as my face is worked 
up and down the wet thick labia.   Not able to protest as my mouth is 
covered with one of the girls  cunt. 
    Another cock taking me from behind,  as I feel the mushroom cap 
pressing my slick cunt lips open.  Feeling cum  dripping down between my legs and 
hearing the wet squish of the cum being forced  into my cunt as the shaft 
fills the opening.   Knowing just by the  hard strokes it is the leader of this 
group.  His taunting voice, telling  the uses of a white cunt, especially 
and old white cunt and how eager they are  to be filled with black cock.  His 
hand slapping hard on my left ass cheek  between strokes.  The pain hot and 
throbbing, as is my sore labia, raw from  the continued onslaught of the 
black dicks.  Tears streaming down my cheeks  as I feel the brush burn of the 
coarse hair against my cold  cheeks. 
    My body bending, hair drapping on the  empty bench seat, as the boy 
finally fills me with his cum.  The sound of  flesh meeting flesh loud as he 
steps back and slaps my ass cheeks hard.  My  whole body jerking with the 
flash of pain.  Another boy filling my sore  cunt, his fucking not even 
registering other then slap of flesh on flesh.   Finally feeling  him pull out with 
a loud sound of a cork being pulled from  a bottle.  Cum streaming down my 
inner thighs.  Wet and cold as the  light breeze chills the creamy white seed.
    My arms and legs released and just  balancing on my stomach for a 
moment, then being pulled upright and spun around  to face the four boys and two 
girls.  Looking through my tears and  blurry eyes at the semicircle of 
tormenters.  My skirt falling to  cover my bruised cunt, but not the string of 
cum hanging below the hem.   The leader taking my chin in his fingers and 
squeezing my cheeks.  "You  have paid the toll black cock bitch.  You can walk 
across the park to the  other side or go back."  But you come this way again, 
you will pay us once  more."  Feeling my skirt lifted once more and the boy 
taking a razor and  cutting a horizontal line across the top of my slit.  
Feeling the warm  moisture of my blood oozing from the cut.  Biting my lip on 
to cry  out.  My legs and body trembling and feeling my bladder spasming 
and the  warm pee coating my legs. 
    The boys and girls stepping back in  mock fear, laughing loudly.  Then 
walking away.  Holding onto the  bench back for support.  Then finding my 
purse and wobbling back to my  car.  Feeling the combination of blood, and 
piss and semen covering my  lower body as I lean on my car, just wanting to be 
away from this  place.............
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