A year later, Arina had already forgotten about the incident, or simply did not file the form. In July, she came to our village, and asked me to ask my grandmother to help me with repairing the shed at their dacha. Grandma was uncontested. I grabbed the tool case and we set off. Arina had her own Peugeot 208 car of white color, with a light tonirovochka. Behind the wheel, Arina is used to riding in sunglasses. And in general due to the summer heat, she was wearing a T-shirt with a large neckline, worn blue jeans and Adidas sneakers. On M4, we flew quickly. Their cottage was located in the vicinity of the city of Domodedovo. I have never been there, so I did not remember the road. However, I did not look at her. Rummaging around in the glove compartment of my sister, I took out one more points. Asking permission to try, Arina nodded. I put on my glasses. They were with wide glasses, completely covering the eyes. After that, I completely stopped looking at the road for a long time. My eyes were fixed on Arina’s chest, which was shaken by the Russian road. I felt a slight pleasant excitement, and in order not to sleep, I folded my arms near my groin.
I do not know how much time I had drilled her chest with my eyes, but Arina suddenly muffled the engine and said:
- All arrived
We got out of the car, I grabbed the suitcase, and Arina led me through the station to the shed. The site was about 15 acres. The fence was 3 meters high. From the gate to the house meters 5. Just so that you can put two cars. The path was laid out of decorative stones and near the house it forked. One rested on the porch, and the second left a little to the left and led further along the house. The house itself was a two-storey with an extension of the terrace. The toilet was on the street, like a washstand. Passing the house, the path led us to the rear section, which was allocated specifically for the garden. A shed stood at the very end of the plot. And already from here it was clear that the roof was full of tryndets. Fortunately, Arina and her husband Andrei took care of this. Approaching the barn on the right, Arina pulled off the film under which the building material lay. Or rather: several rolls of ruberoid, metal tape for fasteners, and boards to replace those that have already rotted. Arina said, wait here, went to the house and brought out the keys to the barn. Opening the barn, she pulled out a metal improvised ladder.
- Well, everything. Begin.
The work took more than two hours. Plus, given two or three smoke breaks. Arina was very pleased with the work. Soon after I went to the shower, we went back. On the way back, I decided to look into the phone's gallery in order to free my memory, otherwise my hands did not reach him. And then in one of the folders I came across those same photos and videos. Here I have something sank inside. I looked at my sister's shaking chest with a grin. My plan was already ripening in my head, but I could not know how much it would work. But the desire was stronger. After waiting for the moment when any car appears in front of us, and it turned out to be the Audi TT, I pretended to be as bad as a toy. He pressed his head to the side window, put his hand to his chest, then rubbed his neck and forehead. Arina was distracted.
- What's the matter? Poorly? Is it sick?
- Yes. There is a bit - I answered in a whisper. Noticing that Arina panicked, I continued my "game." Ahead seemed to be a traffic light, but Arina had already forgotten about the road. She rummaged in the glove compartment in search of pills. When there was a short distance to Audi, I pulled Arina back. And she, screaming with a mat pressing on the brakes, still flew into the ass Audi. Thanks to my long legs, and my seat belt, I just jumped on the spot, hitting my head on the ceiling. Arina put her forehead on the steering wheel. The benefit of the cut was spit. Having unbuckled a belt, she left the car. A man got out of Audi, perhaps her age, maybe a little older. Tanned, pumped up, shaved in black glasses, tall. After examining the damage, they began to discuss what had happened. In the end, so that no one interfered with them, and they did not interfere with anyone, agreed to pull over. It is worth recalling that the road lay through the forest. We pulled over to the side of the road, slightly plunging into the forest. We drove in front, and the injured man behind. When he bibiknul we stopped. Ira left the car again. The conversation finally went about paying for the damage. And apparently the amount put forward by the peasant was transferable, which is why Arina, turning pale, began to object to something. A man came to the hood of our car, examined it. Arina approached him and silently, stood and watched him. Then, looking at me, he went up to Arina and whispered something in his ear. She blushed. It is not clear with shame or indignation. I pulled on my sunglasses. Arina stood up, digging as she was digging what she had heard from the peasant, finally came to her senses, and wanted to go to the car, leaving a few kind words for him to say goodbye. What man, clasping her body, laid on the hood face down. The fussing began. The review was good. Arina tried to get up, fight off a peasant, but he always pressed her to the hood and continued to take off her jeans. Finally, when the jeans were thrown out on the nearest bushes, as it turned out, along with the shorts. He unzipped his fly, and thrust his dick into it. Arina screamed, throwing her head back. The man was fucking her, putting his hands on her body and shaking her ass. After exposing the t-shirt through the collar of her tits, he took hold of her hair and began to increase the tempo, keeping her head and body in a raised position. I'm stuck. Her boobs swayed in different directions, beating against each other. It was better than any hypnosis. Arina’s whole body trembled. His face was red, tears flowed from his eyes, drooling from his mouth, and mixing up, they dripped down onto the hood, but sometimes they fell on swaying boobs. Arina moaned loudly and cried at the same time. Sometimes screaming, trying to hand push the rapist. The man was all red too. On the face, hands, temples veins appeared. I dug it in such a way that even the car shook like an earthquake. Finally, having made three powerful shocks, he pulled out a member. Arina went limp, fell on the hood, but as it turned out, it was not all. He took her hand dragged behind him to his car. Now the review has deteriorated since I had to look through the rear view glass. The man, getting rid of his pants, threw the front seat of the car back, and before lying down, sat Arina from above facing me. Arina has completely surrendered to the situation, and began to jump on his bolt herself. The wheelbarrow was shaking so much that I thought it would collapse now. The peasant, apparently thinking the same thing, firmly threw her off. She fell to the ground. Returning to our car, he deliberately put it on his knees right next to my window. I saw him smile. Raising her head, he spat on her face. Then, holding his gimbal, slapped Arina on their lips. She slowly picked up the instrument of the peasant, and began to masturbate. Then licked his tongue head, took in her mouth. She sucked slowly, wincing. The man, once again grabbing her head, forcefully drove a member into her throat. She screamed. Drooling spilled in all directions. But the man continued to hold her. She waved her hands. Finally he let her go. Arina, stooping, coughed hard. But the man again raised it and again thrust a member into her throat, but this time did not hold it. He just fucked her in the mouth. She looked up at him with sparkling eyes. The guy chose a very strange place to finish. This place was glass, through which I watched what was happening. After his sperm was on the glass, he ordered Arina to lick it. Ira reluctantly began to lick tongue sperm, our eyes met several times. They read a request for help and complete humiliation.
When Arina, having already hoped that this was the end of torment, the peasant opened my door. And said:
- Get out!
I got out of the car. Arina looked at us in perplexity, sitting on the ground and wiping her face with a T-shirt.
- Take your pants off! - ordered the man. I was scared, but I wouldn’t argue with such a move. Yes, and at that moment I had little thought. I slowly pulled my pants down. The man turned to Ira, and pointing his finger at my dick, ordered:
- Suck!
Arina looked at him in bewilderment. But he did not wait long, and, coming up to her, he slapped his sonorous slap and repeated the order. Arina crawled up to me and sat on her knees, took a member in her mouth. The peasant smiled and praised her. I felt warm. I felt her tongue. I felt my standing penis touching her cheek. Finally, the man interrupted the process, pulling her away from me.
- Come here - said the man, going to the hood of the car. I went. He sat on the hood and called Arina. Arina understood everything without a word, and, bending down again, began to jerk off and suck his dick. The man, looking at her, said:
- Fuck her.
I went with a standing member to her from behind. And then he felt how her hand took my dick and sent it to her hole. I started to enter. First, slowly, feeling all the bliss and warmth. Then he intensified the pace. Arina moaned. But I, unlike the peasant, could not hold on for long. And after only 5 minutes I pulled out a member. The man nodded and ordered Arina to turn to me. As soon as she turned, I finished on her face. My sperm hit her nose and lips. Then the man got up and finished on her tits. Ira hands rubbed sperm across his chest.
Putting on his pants, the man took out a notebook, wrote something on a piece of paper, and gave it to Arina. Arina read, showed him the index finger. The man smiled and called me. Our conversation was that he was ready to provide me with a video made by the registrar on his Audi, where half of the entire process was captured. And some warning about going to the police. While we were talking, Arina had already managed to get dressed. But, the collar of the T-shirt was so drawn that it was already hard to hide her red chest. Then, without saying goodbye, she sat behind the wheel, before, than crumpled and threw a piece of notepad on the ground. I picked it up and unfolded it, I read:
“Choose what to do next: Option 1 - you will be obliged to come to me within three weeks, in the worst case, the video that is on the DVR will be published on social networks. 2 - you pay for the repair of the machine in the amount of 460 000 rubles "
I got into the car next to Arina. The man, passed back and soon disappeared from view. We followed. Arina was silent. Not having time to go on the road, I noticed that her left breast fell out of the collar of a T-shirt. I touched it. Ira stopped the car. And she began to unbutton my pants, removing a member from there. She leaned over, and again I felt her tongue on my head. And again from such excitement I could not control myself for a long time. Why very quickly finished in her mouth. She sucked all the sperm to a single drop, and pulled away. I put the dick in my pants, she removed the chest.
We arrived home late, citing a traffic jam. I volunteered to take her to the car. Grandma allowed. We are back to the car. She opened the door and sat on the seat. It was dark and hardly anyone could see us.
“Take off your shirt,” I said softly.
Arina, looking around, took off her T-shirt. I pulled out a member and started to pee on her. Arina with both hands put her chest under the stream. Urine flowed down her tummy. Slightly lifting the penis, poured urine on her face. Shaking off the last drops, Ira leaned forward and kissed my dick. Then, wearing only a bra, went to her home. And maybe to that man.