Make friends in the park.

Cherie decided to spend the afternoon in a park near her house. It was gorgeous day, and as she drove home she pondered her strange week.

She had been nice to the point of saccharine all week. She couldn't seem to muster the will to do anything mean, no matter how badly she wanted to. She pulled into her driveway and brought her groceries in, eager to unload and get to the park.

On her walk, she thought more about her situation. The manager had been so kind to plow her from behind that she felt obligated to do something nice for him. She had socked him in the face as a friendly gesture and he took it well. It felt good, too - some part of her had enjoyed knocking him on his ass. It was mutually beneficial, just like him rawdogging her. She figured she should look for more mutually beneficial opportunities like that one.

Cherie looked around the park as she arrived. There was a young couple holding hands and walking around the pond and a group of 20-somethings playing volleyball, as well as few scattered folks reading books. She decided to approach the young couple and see if she could think of anything she could do that would feel good for both them and her.

The couple was pleasantly surprised when she accosted them. On closer inspection, the man was rather handsome and his partner was somewhat plain. She pointed this out and they both chuckled warmly.

"I suppose so," the woman replied to the direct insult. "He may be a bit out of my league. I make him happy, though."

"I wonder how much he's packing downstairs," Cherie pondered idly. He blushed, scandalized but appreciative.

"Oh, I don't know. It seems about average to me." That was kind of him to say. His partner interjected.

"Don't be so modest! Ma'am, would you like to take a look?"

Cherie was taken aback by this stranger's kindness. She hastily agreed and unzipped the man's pants. Fishing around in his boxers, she pulled out his penis. It wasn't huge, but it was a good size. "Let me guess, 5 inches flaccid? Grower, not a shower?"

His partner grinned. "For sure! Why not take it for a spin? You've been so generous, it's the least we could do." The man nodded his assent and Cherie smiled. Whatever was going on with her, she liked it. She was getting piped down twice in an hour! That was a new record, and it was all because of her random acts of charity.

The three found a shady spot near the center of the park and Cherie awkwardly coughed. "So, how do we want to do this? Do you think hand stuff will cut it?"

The man said yes, but his partner disagreed. "You won't get it unless you experience it. You've really got to feel that thing hitting your cervix to understand. It hurts, but in a good way."

Cherie shrugged. It was such a nice offer, she could hardly turn it down.