I was ordered to continue the story, and I took the liberty and dared to write a continuation of this story.

A week passed after visiting Peter's garage. Wrapped in the whirlwind of business everyday, I somehow forgot the details of what happened, the details of how homely daddy and his son tore off two beauties of blondes. Sometimes it even seemed that all this I had dreamed of - Acne, a half-moronic man in a dirty robe, was tearing some daddy's glamorous pussy on the hood. Well, the difference in their social status did not really fit with what happened in the dark garage. Recalling the details, I laughed at the losers, and then looked at my smart beautiful wife and thought that she would have quickly dismissed Peter, that his son, Vitalik.

That day did not ask from the very beginning. We slept and gathered in a hurry, but at the same time my Alina managed to look stunning like always: short wedge boots, black stockings, emphasizing the grace of long legs, mini-skirt, tight pumped up ass, short jacket with fluffy fur. And when she managed to put on a stylish make-up and create a stylish hairstyle “shell”, it is completely incomprehensible.

Then a small job appeared at work, but by the end of the working day everything had returned to normal, and even more - we were unexpectedly paid bonuses for the previous order. My colleagues called me to wash this case, but I myself decided to check our machine, and at the same time pay Peter part of the money for repairs.

For some reason, Alina didn’t answer the calls, apparently the battery got stuck, so I sent an SMS and headed off. The road to the garage of Peter took a lot of time - first, the subway, then the train and, finally, a broken primer. Besides, not knowing the way, I lost my way a little and went out to the garage, which stood a little apart from the forest, when dusk had already come down.

On the rear facade of the concrete box a lonely window with a slightly ajar frame was barely warm. I looked there curiously and froze. Memories of a past visit flashed instantly in front of me. All the same - the dim light of a single bulb, old tires lost in the dark, some pieces of iron and two cars, of which only ours could be seen ... And two figures, poorly visible due to poor lighting and long unwashed glass. And the same contrast in these figures. One is a slender, taut figure of a young woman or girl who clearly takes care of her appearance, and the second (obviously Petra) is even now distinctly swollen, squat, in a baggy jumpsuit, with a head bump and looking nonsense next to slender, elegant and feminine lines first.

This time, music was playing loudly inside the garage, and I had to practically guess the stormy dialogue between Peter and the woman. I even closer to the dirty window, so as not to miss the most interesting. At the same time, I could at least see a little of what was happening, although the faces and hands still seemed to be just white spots against the background of the semi-darkness.

Apparently, Peter has already launched the first attack on the virtue of the new victim, sinceher strangled voice, poorly discernible behind the music, seemed to tremble, and tears were felt in it:

- Please do not! Get me out of here!

However, it seems that these words had little effect on Peter. He pressed the woman to the workbench, and his hand scooped a distinguishable round chest. Despite the fact that Peter was almost on the head below the victim, the strength in him was nemeryannom. The woman tried to push him away, having rested in the chest, but there was little point in this, Peter seemed not to notice the resistance, enjoying the elastic flesh. And he did not stand on ceremony, squeezing it so that even I, being on the other side of the dirty window, realized that marks on his fingers might remain on the skin.

“Oh, stop it,” I disassembled Peter’s gasping voice. - Relax and enjoy. Do not worry, I will treat you as it should, you will like it. Now you are writhing yourself as a touchless person, and then you will still be asking to climb my cock.

Instead of answering, the woman screamed, apparently, the inexorable male fingers squeezed her chest especially hard. And then she tried to grab his face with his nails. But he was ready for it. He grabbed her arm and twisted it sharply.

- Hot stuff! - proclaimed Peter. - I like it when they first kick, and then they start singing songs under me.

With the last words, Peter pulled the woman who was whining from the pain in the twisted arm and threw it on the hood of our car. Crumpled wing has already been removed, but the hood was already new, only different in color from the other elements. Therefore, the graceful figure lay very, so to speak, successfully. Face the metal, arched in the back and otklyachiv toned ass. Peter immediately grabbed her neat hair, instantly scattering it. Another moment and the woman was in full power of the rapist - with his head thrown back and black hair wound on a man's fist. She still tried to resist, shouting illegible short phrases, but she could not go anywhere.

Peter began to lift the narrow skirt, and I myself said that the girl, like my wife, wears stockings. This was seen best of all, since it turned out that the brightest gleam of a dim light bulb fell into this very place. The woman, sobbing, clutched at the edges of the skirt, trying to stop her sliding up, but Peter pulled her hair even harder, putting her elbow in her spine. I even shivered - the slim body bent over in the back so that it seemed a little more, and the heavy raper would break it like a small bear.

“Okay, okay,” the victim grunted, spreading her arms out slightly with fingers spread in a gesture of humility. Peter immediately took advantage of this and lifted his skirt to a thin waist, revealing elastic taut buttocks. The kind of rounded ass was very sexy even through muddy glass - here you can see black stockings with legs and three narrow strips of panties that do not hide appetizing flesh. I could not be sure, but I assumed that such a tiny piece of underwear hardly covers the crack, erotically depicting external sexual lips. In any case, my wife's similar panties always had such a juicy detail.

However, Peter, it seems, all this eroticism was a damn. He took a huge hand over the bum of the girl, causing a new cry, because even I saw iron fingers dig into the delicate skin. The victim simply had nowhere to go - she was firmly fixed, holding her hair and her ass. She could only with her last strength cover her crotch with her palms. Once again I was surprised at how surreal the action unfolds in front of me. Well-groomed, probably expensive, dolly posed with cancer by some homely peasant. Absolutely helpless, defenseless, she seems to be able to think only about how to fuck her and how long it will continue, because she no longer thinks of any resistance. The princess in the clutches of the evil goblin, and more!

However, this was no joke.After all, the same goblin will now bring rape to its logical end! I still was not sure that this was not happening by agreement, and also remembered how the first time the blonde, raped Peter's son, Vitaly, ended up without a break on his penis. Maybe this time again like this?

Nevertheless, I looked up from the spectacle of how the master's huge paw was crumpling the round buttock, and walked around the garage. Vitalik sat at the gate with his retarded facial expression. He smiled at something, he banged to himself and drooled.

“Listen,” I turned to him, “I urgently need your father.”

- Gyg ydyh ... - this closet smiled happily with the child's mind. - Daddy is busy with cool chick. Yeah ... Makes her well ...

- Actually, I'm on this. Not sure if she agrees that your father will do her good.

The lad has risen, and I am in that ...