Covered in mud, barely covered, she lay right on the ground in the courtyard of an old three-story house, between a cottage village and garages, but no one paid attention to her at this late hour. And to admit, there were plenty of problems with her, so she was pretty tired of all the tenants. I already wanted to move away from the window when a car suddenly drove up and three burly bugs came out of it, the mere sight of which did not bode well. Arrogant, unshaven, felt themselves the real masters of life, to whom the whole district silently paid tribute. In addition, they clearly were tipsy and did not hide the scabrous grins.

“Here she is, slut,” one of the most cheeky people (I could see who was in charge of them for the main) said through clenched teeth, and the whole trio headed straight for her. No doubt, I had to get dressed, grab a wrench and jump out for help, but what could I do alone? In addition, some unknown force kept me in place. Voyeurism? I do not know. After all, what they did later was just disgusting.

“Raise,” the chief commanded. His assistants instantly grabbed her from both sides. In response, she just gave out some kind of stifled moan. Even from the height of the second floor I opened a huge gaping hole, another word just can not find. The first to start the main, swearing at the same time as a plumber. But even the stream of swearing didn’t drown out those completely indecent Smacking sounds spread throughout the courtyard. The henchmen only mocked at his work, which reminded me of a bearded anecdote about two bulls, young and old. “No, now we are taking our time slowly descending from the mountain and calmly shuffling the whole herd.” Apparently, he always did that. But this time something was not sticking to him either - it must be that her appearance didn’t cause anything but disgust even to such a mother to a bull-calf.

The yard was filled with a deafening rhythm, and a foreign car with an open top sped through it at full speed, in which golden (or oil, who would dismantle them) amused themselves. Someone from the company leaned back and shouted “Perverts!” Shouting, showing the middle finger. (Especially for eroticspace.info - sexitals.org) The rapists did not chase them, now they were not up to it - but they certainly remembered the number for the future.

The chief, smeared and angry, ordered something, and the unfortunate found herself again on the ground. The Trinity went to the car, and a minute later returned with some terrible objects, among which the gigantic phallus from a rag wound around the end of a long wire was especially notable. No, well, it is also impossible! "What are you doing up here ?! There is no control over you! I’ll write the president to you!" - there was a tearing voice from some kindly retired woman. Or a voyeurka ​​too? screamed.

I can not describe everything that they did later, words can not convey. Finally, having a lot of fun, they also suddenly jumped into the car and drove away, leaving the subject of delight in the same place. After all I had seen, for some reason I terribly wanted to take a shower. I went to the bathroom, but no hot water appeared. “What are they doing there all week ?! For the sake of the process? ”- I thought. "So it is, perverts, their mother ..."