Uncle Alfred returned to the room. At the same time, his penis was sticking out of his fly like a stake and his balls dangled under it. He brought with him a long green cucumber, about four centimeters in diameter, and an empty beer bottle with a tapered neck. He put these objects next to us and also squatted down.
“This is what I brought.” Joyfully, he said. “Now let’s have some fun.”
He took a cucumber and put it in my mouth.
“Come on, lubricate it.” He said with a sparkle in his eyes and began to make forward movements in my mouth.
I thoroughly sucked on the cucumber and covered it with my saliva. I was terribly curious, where was he going to shove it? Although, this question in my head was rather rhetorical. I realized long ago that men liked to play with my anus.
When the cucumber was sufficiently smeared with my saliva, Uncle Alfred removed it from my mouth and put it in the hole in my vagina. I put a little pressure on it, and the vegetable easily slipped into me.
The cucumber entered halfway, and the man began to fuck me with it. Slowly at first, but then he gradually quickened his movements.
The object, unusual for sex, felt great in my vagina and pleasantly rubbed its walls, giving me pleasure. Within a few minutes, I began to sit on this cucumber, trying to make it penetrate deeper into me. From the pleasant sensations, I closed my eyes and moaned a little.
“Oooh… Oh, she likes it. Look, she sits by herself.” With a satisfied smile, said Uncle Alfred, who continued to intensely fuck me with a cucumber.
“We need to improve the effect for her. To make her feel even better.” Said Ben and grinned.
He threw a thick blanket on the floor in front of my face and knelt down. He took my head with his hand and turned it to his side. I looked at him and saw right in front of me his hard cock with a red shiny head.
Ben put it to my lips and I, opening my mouth, placed his oozing head in my mouth. I licked it with my tongue and began to suck. He directly guessed my desire, because I thought it would be nice, right at that time, to suck someone’s cock. I have long understood for myself that I really loved to suck and with each new man, my desire to suck only grew.
It was an indescribable sensation, in one hole I was being fucked with a cucumber, and there was a hard and elastic member in my mouth, which I sucked with pleasure. I hummed with pleasure and actively sat down on the cucumber. My vagina smacked wet as it took in the vegetable. The black-haired guy stroked my buttocks, each time pushing them wide apart, and examining my parted anus. Finally, he could not stand it, and with a trembling voice, said to Uncle Alfred: “That’s it, stop fucking her with a cucumber! You’ve already racked her up. You see how her hole opened. Let’s continue to have fun. Now she won’t mind.”
Uncle Alfred took the cucumber out of me. The wet hole did not close completely and looked at the guys with a slightly open eye. Through it my red walls of the vagina were clearly visible. I not only felt it, but also heard it from the men looking at me from behind. And they really liked this picture, of course, I was flattered by their attention.
They sat next to my ass for almost a minute, continuing to look and reason aloud. I tiredly sucked Ben, and he seemed nervous and tried to speed me up, but I was saving my strength. The jaw gets tired quickly, if you passionately suck for a long time, taking breaks is necessary, I realized this long ago.
The black-haired man took an empty beer bottle with a tapered neck and began to shove it into my vagina. I felt a hard cold object enter my hot bosom. The guy slowly introduced it into me and turned it. The vaginal lubricant slowly enveloped it on all sides.
I again intensely sucked Ben’s penis, and felt the stretching of my vaginal hole. I would really like to take this wet slobbering member in my hands, but my tied up hands did not allow me to do this. It was uncomfortable for me, my wrists were terribly numb. If they only knew how much I wanted to work with my hands at that moment, I wanted to caress this hard hot stake, sliding in my mouth and tickling my throat.
Releasing the penis from my mouth, I plaintively asked: “Guys, please, untie my hands. I feel uncomfortable…”
“Well? Untie her?” Ben asked his two friends.
“Yes, untie her. She’s not going anywhere…” said Uncle Alfred lazily.
Ben untied my hands. I rubbed my wrists right away. I was pleased that my request was granted.