Yes, the evening was a success. I go home, idly staggering from drunk champagne. We sat with a friend with conversations "for the brush" and did not notice how they emptied a few bottles of "Boski", which drank like lemonade. She naturally didn’t go with me because she was even more unlucky than me. The blessing to go a couple of blocks and I did not see the point of taking a taxi.

Heels treacherously fell into small holes, from which I walked, holding on to the branches of trees, in order to stand on my feet and not collapse, like a grief-drinker on the ground. Here is a shame. I am not fond of alcoholic drinks at all, but this evening I muffled the grief. Man threw me. Finally and irrevocably. What is not a reason to get angry?

I walk in small steps, confidently keep the course to the house and look at my feet. The summer evening was cool, and I was in a short white dress. Dressed up, I must say, as the bride. I think maybe the former will meet me with such a dandy, but change his mind about parting?

“Look, what a chick is coming,” someone said loudly.

I raise my eyes and see the patrol car. DPS I have nothing to fear, I am a peshochkom, though drunk.

- What do you want? - I am kindly interested, desperately holding back her hiccups.

I repeat to myself "Hiccup, hiccup, go on an idiot."

“But it’s not necessary to be rude, girl,” the cop threatened me. Did you hear the saying?

I try to examine them by focusing my eyesight. Behind the wheel is a small, bald meningon with an indecently long nose, near a hefty mustache of indefinite age. Well, straight elephant and pug. They did not inspire fear, well, not a bit.

- And who is rude? - I'm surprised.

- Sit down to us, take you home, - offers a little.

- Yes, I somehow myself, uk, - I do not hold back and hiccup loudly.

“Yeah, I’ve been talking drunk,” said the bogey triumphantly.

They stop the car and grab me under the white ruchenki. “Uh, guys, leave me alone. I want to sleep". Put in the back seat, no, throw, like a bag of bones. The bogey sits down next to him, hugs him tightly and feels his chest. Little takes us to the opposite side of my house, where the city ends. It's a shame how! 50 more steps and I would be at home. I am trying to remove the fat paws huge paws from my chest, but where there! Stuck tightly. I waved my hand, let him touch, since there is nothing more to do. Anyway, I'm now a draw, Dimka dumped me. A month on the phone did the brains, and today threw. With the memory of the former heart, it sank into a lump, a little more and cry. Distracted me with a mustache. Now he aggressively climbed into my panties. "Eh, tovarisch, what have you lost there?"

She inserts her fat finger into my pussy and tickles it from the inside. Not painful, but unpleasant. Disgusting me that he is so fat, this cop. Face like a pretty, and the fat swum on the driver's grub. He climbs kissing, deftly dodging him and lightly clap the nose driver on the shoulder:

“My house is on the other side.”

- True? - for some reason, he rejoices.

One thick finger joined the second. Togo and look, that will tear my crack their sausages. Erzayu, trying to get rid of them. To argue with the little one was too busy, my attention was completely captured by the fat man who used his thumb. He caressed them to my clitoris, forcing me to experience something like pleasure.

- Look how the woman drags, - my torturer attracted the attention of his partner. - Let's stop in those bushes, prisunu her already have aching strength no. Yes, she herself is not averse to fuck.

Hearing this, I get cold and start shaking a little. Got me? Is that nasty fat man ?! I want to rebel, but he already climbed on top of me, pulls up my dress, pulls off my underwear. Try to slip away from this! The car stopped. Little turns around to us and looks into all eyes. No would help the girl to get rid of the giant, who has already unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his penis. Out of curiosity I consider what caused him to go to fuck me there. Nothing special. Pisyun like pisyun.

“Okay, let's play and that's enough,” I say conciliatingly, feeling that we smell like kerosene, or rather banal rape.I try to squeeze my legs under me, but the cop immediately grabs them and spreads them apart, squeezes himself into the opening. I fight like a fish in the hands of an experienced fisherman. I feel a hot head on the crack and I remember how long ago I had sex. According to my calculations came out a month ago. Pussy instantly reacts to a hot body and slowly trembles with joy. Only now this boar does not excite me, I think, and even the little one looks without stopping, and I am very shy.

“Turn around, pervert,” I say to the last one. He is embarrassed, turns his head off, but continues to watch us in the rear-view mirror.

“Yes, it flows all,” the fat man cries happily. - That lustful bitch. I told you that whore.

- Yes, why would it? - I was offended. Do not tell these two mutts that you haven't fucked anyone for a month. That is the nature and demands its own. Wildly ashamed of his crack. They gathered me here to rape, and I grease the path with the rapist with my juice. Terribly angry and trying to shove the cop, but I feel his sudden movement and the member inside me. I throw in the heat of the long-forgotten sensation of a member in the pussy. I close my eyes, imagine Dimka instead of the hog.

The fat man, not being ashamed of his comrade, is hammering my burrow with might and main, which is almost sprinkling with juices. Too good, traitor! I am waiting for the abuser to finish, but at the same time I want him to last a little longer. Annoying little eyes glittering with lust in the mirror, I invite him to join. Not because I want it, but because of harm. It seems like sex is an intimate affair and a third one is superfluous, there is nothing to stare at here. He is shy, from which I conclude that the main thing in their tandem is a fat man.

She herself did not notice how she was fascinated by the process, that she even started podmahivat the cop, which led him into deep enthusiasm. “Wow, what a nipple! How nice it is to tear you up, ”he says, and with all his strength he hammers me into the seat. Lower abdomen sweetly whines, lowering the palm on the pubis and caressing the clitoris.

“I want you from behind, a change of position,” the fat man declares to me and painfully stings me by the nipple. This gesture makes me sober, and I start to buzz. No arguments stop him, forcefully puts me on my knees and slaps the leg gently over my ass.

“If only not in the ass. Let him fuck in pussy, cum there, just not touch my ass! ”- I think with horror and I feel like a member enters the vagina. Heart happily ekaet. His hands are on my thighs, and he easily puts me on his penis and fucks meticulously, mumbling something under his breath. Or maybe he doesn’t talk to himself, but to a nosy one, - I recall the existence of a second subject. The fireball, which has swept through my body, prevents me from thinking, I shuddered briefly, arched up and ... finished.

- She finished! Your mother, slut likes such a rough treatment. This bl ... d, - was happy mustache. His monologue came to me like through cotton wool. Is it me a slut ?! Yes Dimka I was the second, and before that a classmate.

The back door opens and I see a small one in front of me, not knowing what it is. Unzips uniform trousers and throws out ... God, where does such a puny youth come from such a thick member ?! But against the background of his thinness, the bolt looked like a real giant. The fat man moves me closer to the petty and says: "Give me pleasure to my partner." I shake my head, but a small one grabs me by the back of the head and drives a dick over my face. The head is large and purple, and I want to try it. All the same, nowhere to go. Grab a cock and suck. Hands not helping myself, uncomfortable. Fat man fucks from behind and doesn’t blow. I think I’d have finished sooner and they let me go. After an orgasm I wanted to sleep unbearably. The little one is spinning to shove his instrument deeper into my mouth. I turn my eyes to take the hint and temper the ardor. Does not pay attention to my pathetic attempts to escape and strokes my head.

Fat man pulls his trunk out of me, I am glad that I finally finished. Not at me for sure, I would feel. But instead of throwing sperm on me, he puts his head on the anus. Muttering like a young cow, but a member of the little one prevents him from shouting: just not there! Salivating down the chin, is that one! With horror, I understand that the head of the half-thick has already entered the narrow passage. I hurt, scared, ashamed and disgusted. I, as the last whore, laid out in the back seat and fuck together where they want and how they want! Mom told me that alcohol will not bring to the good. Oh, Dima, Dima, your girl just deprived of anal virginity. It would be better if you did it, in vain I resisted, did not let you go there. And now some goats have uncorked me. Squeezing the ass, but the pain is only getting worse. Relaxing muscles is a little easier. I even stopped controlling the little one, which he did not fail to take advantage of, thrusting it all the way down my throat, so my nose rested against his tight curly pubic hair.

The fat man's cock is tight. It seems as if it will tear the ass. But he still stubbornly moves, wanting to come to an end by all means. Mentally condemning him to impotence, does not work. The small trunk of the small one is tense, I am afraid that he will end up in the mouth, but he pulls it out and irrigates my face with sperm. A few drops hit the eyes, causing a burning sensation. What is the punishment for me? I even Dimkina never swallowed sperm. She disdained.

The flow of my not bright thoughts was interrupted by shocks in the priest. The fat man had finished in my ass, having pleased me that at last everything was over. Or not? Will they even want me reversed? The mustache splashes me on the buttocks and says: “The whore is good, the holes are narrow, I have not had time to search yet”. I swallow tears of insult. Annoying, damn it, how insulting! Dimke refused everything, that's why he left me, but they, they outraged and didn’t even ask me the name, taking him for an ordinary whore.

“Lick the trunk,” the little one said. I open my mouth and suck dick, first trying to taste the seminal fluid. Bitter-sugary sperm flowed from nosed eggs.

- Hey, what are you doing? - the fat man asks me. - Did you not like it?

- No, damn, finished eight times in a row - I snapped. Crying got sick. I used to drink something to get rid of the taste of sperm. I sit down with my bare, wet ass on the seat, feeling the sperm emerge from the hole. Little revenge. Let them then scrape their own dried sperm. Well at least a fat man after priests lick the trunk is not forced. I tried to find at least some positive moments. I would never have thought that I could finish under the baleened fat man who forced me to have sex.

- On here, - gives me a little rag. I look at it with doubt, all stained, I used to wash the car with it, and now I offer instead of a towel. Nothing to do, take, wipe the sperm from his face. I say thank you and dump. Panties remain with them, let them then masturbate them, goats.

- Hey, wait, where are you ?! - they shout in one voice. - We'll take you, really.

I show them the fact, take off my shoes and ask a strekach. Only bare heels sparkled in the dark, and the wind tickled the bare crotch.

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