About 10 days passed after the incident at the market. Kostya and I didn't see each other, we only called and texted. We didn't discuss what happened, but in the evenings we continued to play the game "turn on your friend."

In the evening at home I decided to relax, went to the shower and, lounging on the bed, wanted to experience this delightful feeling of strong stretching again. I started playing with my fingers with my pussy, gradually moistening it and plunging my fingers, and then the whole hand deeper and deeper. Having received a discharge, I realized that it was not enough for me.

I walked around the house naked and

I was looking for something else I could use to satisfy myself. I didn't want a regular dildo, I wanted something more interesting. For some reason I opened the refrigerator. My gaze fell on a bottle of lemonade. Having estimated the size, I slyly narrowed my eyes in anticipation and rushed to the bathroom to wash the bottle.

Putting one leg on the edge of the bathtub, I began to satisfy myself with the new toy. It was cold and gave incredible sensations. Sweeping it into myself, I felt an orgasm approaching, when suddenly the doorbell rang.

"Wow, who brought this at such an hour?"

Instead of putting down her love tool, she pushed it deeper and threw on her robe.

Kostya was standing outside the door and judging by his appearance, he was upset about something. He jingled the bottles in the bag.

- Come in. Did something happen?

- Oh well, it's been a shitty day. Sorry it's late.

- Don't worry about it.

I led him into the kitchen and quickly put some simple snacks on the table.

We started drinking beer and talking. The bottle kept trying to slip out, and I fidgeted, trying to push it back in. Kostya noticed.

- What's wrong?

- Yes, just like that.

He was clearly interested.

“Come on, cheer me up,” he pleaded.

I climbed onto the table right in front of his face, opening my robe and showing him what I had there. He smiled contentedly and began to stroke his cock through his trousers.

"Tell me something," he asked, taking out his device and getting ready to jerk off well. I took out the bottle so that it wouldn't distract me, but I remained sitting, giving Kostya a pleasant view of my wet, stretched slit, and began my story.

***

After that wild incident with my summer cottage neighbor and his friends, I couldn't find a place for myself. Every day I realized more and more that I wanted a continuation. I was terribly ashamed of these thoughts, and I shuddered at the thought of what the First and his team would answer me if I ambiguously hinted at a repeat.

After suffering for a few more days, I gathered my courage and went to the dacha. It was worth visiting there anyway for a routine inspection of the dacha house.

When I got there, I was already shaking. I looked around every second as I walked toward the summer house, simultaneously wanting and afraid to see the First. No one.

I brought my things into the house, went out to the plot and walked around, checking if anyone had stolen the inventory or broken off the bushes. Periodically, such a fit of trembling came over me that I stopped.

My panties were wet. I squatted on the garden path, trying to come to my senses. My bleary gaze fell on the pile of gardening equipment, and for some reason I imagined the First or one of his comrades shoving a shovel handle into me. Ugh. What the hell am I?

Gathering my will into a fist, I got up and went into the house. I lay down flat on the sofa, trying to calm down and collect my thoughts. An idea struck me, and I grabbed a towel and rushed to the summer shower. There, under the streams of water heated by the sun, I came to my senses a little and relaxed.

I went out and for some reason didn't get dressed, but just covered myself with a towel in front, pressing it to my chest. I went to the house and suddenly heard some kind of crackling in the bushes. It went dark in my eyes and I, shaking with horror, rushed into the house.

I looked out the window and laughed with wild relief. Behind the chain-link fence, hiding behind the bushes, stood the neighbor's boy. He was about 18, but for his age he was small and pimply, probably still a virgin. After waiting for him to finish his dirty business and leave, I put on my underwear, shorts and a T-shirt and decided to go to the store. I didn't bring any food with me.

Already on the way out, I suddenly, obeying some impulse, returned to the house and took off my underwear, putting on shorts and a thin T-shirt on my naked body. Throwing a small bag with keys and a wallet over my shoulder, I went out.

It was hot. The dacha village was essentially one long street, a road onto which the gates of the garden estates opened, at the beginning of the street a bus stop, at the end of the street a building in which there was a local shop, a tiny post office and the office of the chairman of the garden association. A sort of local administration.

The First's house was one house away from ours. Their house was small, but it was suitable for permanent living - amenities, water, heat, unlike most simple country semi-birdhouses. We had only a few such houses with permanent residents. He lived there with his elderly parents and did nothing - drank beer and wandered around the village, sometimes roaring his "ten" to hookah rap.

I cautiously stuck my head out the gate and looked around the street. There was no one in sight. I trudged through the heat to the store. Damn, I should have gone later. But anyway, the street was beautiful, all green and flowers, there were dachas after all, and I moved from one island of shade to another, occasionally picking a berry here and there along the way: a cherry, a raspberry, from the branches peeking out through the fences of the dachas onto the road. I got to the store without incident and bought some “camping” food and something to drink.

On the way back, getting closer to the First's house, I found a body on a bench next to the gate, wearing only shorts and bare feet. He was sprawled in the shade and sucking beer from a tin can. Damn.

I was seized by a spasm. I still had my sunglasses on, which I frantically put on my face, in case he didn't recognize me. I saw from afar that he had noticed me, as he turned his head in my direction and looked at my figure in thin summer clothes. Then he turned away. Having drawn level with him, I wanted to quickly slip past and hide in my little house, I was very scared. But for some reason I turned my head towards him. At first he squinted, looking at me through the blinding sun, and then choked on his beer.

I suddenly noticed fear in his eyes. He jumped up, put on the slippers that were lying nearby and ran up to me. I froze in a stupor.

- Little one, is it you? Are you the only one here? - he stammered.

I couldn't imagine a more stupid situation. Having felt his fear, I became much more confident. I took a clear step towards my house.

- Wait, wait. Well, where did you write? Please don't, - he babbled. - Do you want me to give you money? How is that... oh, there, moral damage. The guys and I will chip in.

I was shocked. Apparently, the idiot realized what he had done.

No, well, he's obviously stupid. First of all, didn't he think we'd meet again? We have summer houses next door, hello.

Secondly, if I had written a statement, they would have already knocked on his door. But now, where would I write, there are no traces. Even a fool understands this.

Ooo... now I felt like I was the mistress of the situation. Without the nasty grin on his face, he even looked good: a dull but cute face, an athletic body. I remembered his dick. Mmm yeah...

My lower abdomen ached. I thought about why I had come here in the first place.

Giving him an icy look, lifting my glasses from my eyes, I walked towards the house.

He started running after me.

- Eh, so what, is it a deal? Let's come to an agreement?

- Yeah, I know your promises. - I reminded him how he promised to let me go, and then they fucked me in a crowd.

- No, honestly, little one!

- How am I little to you? - He was about my age, maybe even a little younger.

- Well, wait. What do you want?

"May they put you down in prison, you rooster," I blurted out in his manner of speech.

He froze in horror, then ran after me again. I was already opening the gate.

“Well, listen, you’ve gone too far, you’re beautiful, you have such a beautiful ass…” he muttered, “you couldn’t hold back.”

Then he hung there for a second, moved closer, and whispered:

- You liked it too, you think I didn't see you cum? Well, at first maybe not, but then yes! - having blurted this out, he froze for a second and I noticed a wave of trembling run through his body. He stared at my nipples protruding from under my thin T-shirt and his shorts began to move. Judging by the absent look, he was remembering pictures from that night.

"Follow me," I said, and went into my house. I put down the bag of groceries and the next second the First appeared in the doorway.

“Come in,” I commanded. He entered and closed the door.

I sat him down on the sofa and started doing housework: I plugged the refrigerator into the socket, for which I climbed under the table, sticking out my ass in short tight shorts, bent over for the groceries, showing off the cutout on my T-shirt, and began to put them in the low refrigerator, squatting erotically, spreading my legs. Then, in the same squat, I sharply turned to the quiet guy, revealing to him a view of the wet spot on my shorts, barely hiding my labia.

Apparently, my guest was in shock, as he would probably say himself. I looked at his bulge in his shorts and remembered that I enjoyed it when he fucked me with his big dick in my pussy, which was unaccustomed to sex. That's exactly what I told him, crawling into him on all fours.

He was in shock. I carefully took the can of beer he was still holding out of his hand, saying:

“You can finish it later,” she pushed her away.

Slowly recovering from the shock, he began to grin contentedly. I continued to finish him off, crawling to his feet and stroking his slender thighs:

“You’re right,” I whispered hoarsely. “I liked it. I want you to do whatever you want with me, that’s why I came. I want to suck you,” I was already carried away, and looking into the First’s eyes, I continued, “I want you to fuck me with your hand, to cum and piss on me, to call me your whore.”

I was beside myself with excitement, whispering to him all sorts of perversions that came to mind. Unable to bear it, I climbed on top of the guy and pulled his already fully erect cock out of his shorts, pressing my stomach against it, and began to rub against it like a cat.

Finally he came to his senses. His eyes were feverishly shining. He threw me off of him and stood up, taking off his shorts. I started to pull off my clothes, but he hit my hands and began to tear off the thin pieces of fabric that barely covered my charms, swollen with desire.

He sat on the sofa, placing me on top, and began to greedily suck and bite my breasts. I tried to sit on his stake, but he wouldn't let me.

- What, bitch, do you want a dick? You have to earn it.

The guy sobered up for a second, pulled away from me and asked worriedly:

- Is it really possible? Do you want this to be real?

“No,” I whispered, “fuck me like a whore, stretch my holes!”

He relaxed and continued the game. He threw me off him onto the floor, saying:

— I haven’t been in the shower, I need to wash my eggs.

I rushed to lick his genitals. And really, he wasn't, they were salty from sweat and smelled accordingly, but I didn't care.

Diligently sucking and licking his cock along with his scrotum, I stuck two fingers inside myself. Very wet.

Soon he got tired of it, and the First put me on all fours on the sofa, came up from behind and started spanking my ass and pussy. Not even spanking, but beating.

- Ooo, you're already leaking, slut! - he rejoiced.

The first one got behind me and started to drive into me with such powerful thrusts that I jerked forward and buried my face in the sofa. He came inside me with a roar. After pulling it out, he turned me to face him and stuck it in my mouth so that I would lick it.

I looked at him with a hungry gaze, letting him know that this wouldn't end there.

The first one was clearly trying to come up with something interesting.

- What, whore, is it not enough for you?

- Yes, yes!

- Show me how wide your holes are.

I sat down on the sofa and spread my legs, and began to spread my pussy with my fingers. After letting him admire it, I turned my ass and spread my buns, showing the ring of my anus.

- What is this? Is this a hole? - He clearly didn't like the narrowness of the opening. - Go ahead, develop it.

I enthusiastically inserted a finger, then a second one. I started fucking myself more actively and came.

He hit me hard on the ass. I continued to stretch the narrow hole with my fingers. The first one came up to my face and stuck his flaccid penis in my mouth.

- Pick it up.

I started to do it, actively working my tongue. When the job was done, he sat down on the couch and ordered me to sit on him with my ass. I wet the hole with my lubricant and with difficulty began to put myself on his shaft, sitting with my back to the guy. But the excitement was stronger than me, and I stubbornly continued to lower myself onto the erect bolt.

He grabbed me under the buttocks and started helping me, moving towards me. I plopped my ass down on his stomach with a groan. Having lifted me up, the First began to pound me hard, and I just shook on him like a doll and moaned. Then he pushed me off of himself, so that I fell to the floor, hitting my knees, and the guy continued to fuck me in the ass. I felt how he inserted a finger there too. I vividly remembered how he and Orel inserted it into my ass together and fucked me. Mmm, orgasm is coming again. A minute later we both came, I felt how pleasantly warm sperm flowed inside me.

While the First was walking around the house waiting to regain his strength, I indulged in sweet memories of Scar. Under these exciting images, I began to stick my hand into my pussy. I remembered very well how fucking awesome it was when I was able to push my hand in completely. Wriggling and pushing my palm inside myself, I did not see what the First was doing.

- Ooo, you're an insatiable bitch, well done, you work hard. That's enough for now.

I reluctantly opened my eyes and regretfully pulled my hand out.

While I was lost in my fantasies, the First found a rope in the house. He twirled the skein in his hands for a few seconds and looked around, wondering where he could tie me.

He ordered me to sit on the floor, closer to the table.

Then he tied my legs to my hands: my right ankle to my right wrist, and the same with the other pair of limbs. Having spread them apart, he tied each of these "knots" to the legs of the table. I was flexible enough and spread out in all my glory, my bottom sticking up. Apparently, the sight was very exciting, the First blushed and puffed. It was clear how thoughts were swarming in his head, and I understood from his look that he was thinking of some kind of perversion again.

He walked away and I heard the refrigerator door slam, and the First one happily yelped. What did he find there?

I remembered again how the guys stuck different objects into my fucked holes, and my stomach twisted with a sweet spasm. I was in anticipation of what he had prepared this time.

The first one came back to me with a stick of smoked sausage. I was no longer embarrassed by the surrealism of what was happening, I just assessed the size of the weapon with hungry (not literally) eyes. I was terribly excited by the thought of what else from his sick fantasy he would embody. I suddenly thought, how does all this come into being in his stupid head? Shouldn't he be limited to two functions: giving it in the mouth and fucking in the pussy?

While I was thinking, the First surprised me. After fiddling around a bit, he inserted his half-flaccid penis into my ass and moved it around, and then I felt a warm liquid, and it wasn't sperm. God, he's peeing in my ass! Right inside!

I stared at him and he laughed and said:

- You told me to piss on you. Well, it happened inside.

Having finished, he pulled my ass up even higher so that his moisture would splash there like in a glass, but would not spill out. And then he inserted the sausage into my vagina. He pushed it deeper, and from the thrusts, urine poured out of my ass in small portions, flowing down my buttocks, back. I closed my eyes and wanted to be horrified by these perversions, but I couldn’t. This excited me very much and prompted me to fantasize more and more sophisticated things.

After about 5 minutes, I realized that no one was there. Raising my head, I noticed that the First's shorts were missing too. What a freak! I started thinking about how to get out of the trap. Somehow I didn't want the neighbors to find me in such an unusual position.

But then the First appeared again.

- Where have you been!?

He grinned and showed me a pack of condoms. I understood him perfectly, my eyes sparkled with excitement. I was wondering what else he would find to plunge into my holes. I began to look around and strain my memory, thinking about what could help us in the implementation of our plan.

"That stuff is for killing flies," I said, nodding at the windowsill, meaning the can of dichlorvos. The first one nodded in agreement and threw it on the sofa. We worked together, and soon we had collected the treasures laid out on the sofa: the can, a thick candle, a dustpan with a round handle, a hand torch, a round hairbrush. The first one even consulted me, showing me this or that thing and asking if I wanted to take it in myself. What an idyll our relationship had reached.

As you understand, then all this stuff was put in a rubber band and inserted one by one into my open cunt. This hole can no longer be called anything else. The last thing was a comb, which the First one shoved in with the bristles forward. During all this action, I came several times, not from the movements of essentially faceless objects inside me, but from the realization of how vulgar and dirty it all was.

The first one, each time feeling his approaching finish, jerked off and cummed in my ass, creating a reservoir for sperm there. True, each time there was less of it.

I was so excited that I didn't even feel how my limbs and back went numb.

Judging by the guy's face, he was pleased and was ready to finish the performance, when suddenly another thought flashed across his face.

He stood up and took the can of beer he had left at the very beginning. He came up to me and whispered:

- We need to arrange a beautiful ending. With these words, he poured the rest of the beer into my ass! And the can took pride of place in my vagina. I felt a burning sensation in my ass, but this only added to the thrill.

The first one started to untie me, ordering me not to move and stay in the same position. Then he took a water bottle, it stood on the table without a lid and was used for watering house plants. Having inserted the neck into my asshole, he carefully turned me over. Slightly pressing on the neck, I began to pour the entire contents of my ass into the bottle: beer mixed with sperm and urine.

It turned us both on.

The first one lifted me to my feet. I could barely stand on my numb limbs, my whole body ached.

Silently, he led me outside. It got dark. I didn't even notice when he turned on the light in the house, because it was already really dark. I walked ahead, and he pushed me. Having sat me down on my knees on the garden path, the First pissed on me again. In some kind of trance, I even opened my mouth and tasted a little urine. This pleased him.

When he finished, the guy grabbed me by the jaw and put the bottle I had just emptied into to my mouth. He took it with him, the bastard!

- Drink!

I shook my head. Suddenly I was shaken by an orgasm of such power that I almost fell over and screamed at the top of my lungs. After waiting for me to finish, the slightly stunned guy stuck the neck of the bottle in my mouth and turned it over, so there was nowhere to go. Feeling a mixture of disgust, shame, humiliation and ecstasy, I swallowed this cocktail. To my surprise, it turned out to be a salty liquid from urine and sperm with the taste of beer. Although, what else did I expect to taste there? I mentally praised myself for doing an enema before the trip here.

The first one lifted me up and led me somewhere into the darkness. We came to a summer shower, where under slightly cooled but still warm water he began to wash away the traces of shame from me. He rinsed my hair, carefully washed away the streaks of sperm. Then he saw soap and began to gently lather my entire body, massaging the numb muscles.

I was stunned and froze. Pressing himself against me from behind and soaping my breasts, he whispered in my ear:

- Did you really like it? Say yes.

“Very,” I exhaled.

- You're just fucking awesome. So beautiful... And you love this... - he gently rubbed himself against my soapy body. I turned to him and, as a token of gratitude, also began to gently run my soapy hands over his torso. Lowering my hand, I carefully soaped his cock and ass. He turned off the water and leaned me against the wall of the shower. He took my face with his fingertips and kissed my nose, cheeks, then lips. I didn't expect such sensuality from him at all, and in contrast to what he did to me in the house, it caused incredible emotions. I hugged him by the shoulders, trying to press myself tighter, while his strong hands slid over my soapy body, and he kissed my neck with his soft lips.

The first one turned on the water and washed the foam off us. He leaned us against the wall again and continued kissing us, as if he couldn't get enough. I wrapped my legs around his waist, he held me by the hips and gently entered. Damn, how many times a day can he get it up? Is that real?

He took me slowly and gently, and although I almost didn't feel anything with my hole stretched to the limit, all this action was incredibly pleasant. I kissed his neck and shoulders until he pressed harder and finished inside me.

We left the booth.

— What was that just now?

- Uh, well, I'm sorry, you don't like it that much? I thought...

Damn, I ruined such a romantic moment.

- No, no. I just didn't expect you to be so... gentle.

The first one was a little embarrassed.

- You're just so... soft, your scent... I couldn't resist. I wanted to please you like that. - he said, as if making excuses.

- Okay, let's go.

We entered the house and I began to clean up the traces of the crime, he sat down on the sofa. Then he jumped up and began to help me clean up.

Then we sat down on the sofa. Silent. Why is he sitting there? He should go already.

- Will you come? I'm going to bed.

- Can I stay with you?

Oh, shit. This kid is on a roll.

I was so exhausted that I gave up.

- OK.

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