Forced fisting with a sausage, bottle, hands, me, and my wife.
My wife and I have been living together for a long time and have reached that stage where we're not yet elderly, but not young anymore either. We saved up some money and decided to go on vacation to an exotic country with palm trees, the sea, and pineapples growing right by the bungalows. We flew out with a group to this paradise. The first few days we had a packed schedule of tourist events, but towards the end of the tour, we were supposed to spend 3 days each moving between small towns, where we were left to our own devices.
And so, in one of these towns, we decided to take a small cruise on a boat to the nearest island, of which there were plenty visible from the coast of our town. We gathered some alcohol, food, took a camera, and went
to look for a guide with a boat. We agreed that he would take us to the island and come back in the evening to pick us up. If we had known how this would end, we wouldn't have gone on vacation to this paradise country in a million years.We settled in the shade under a banana tree; there was a convenient wooden table and benches nearby designed for several people. We had a swim and decided to have sex. We spread out a sheet, and as usual for us, after playing with my cock a bit, my wife got it into working condition and slowly started to pick up the pace. Suddenly she says—she can see the sea—someone is coming towards us on a big boat. We had to finish quickly, without satisfying my wife—she needs a long time to warm up, but I had already shot my load. We got dressed, feeling ashamed—well, dressed, just shorts and a t-shirt, that's all the clothing—and watched the guests arrive.
Three huge bearded men unloaded some large cases and a bunch of junk, and the boat sailed away. Okay, we think, we'll manage somehow, the island is big. We could have gone further away, but the tables and the coolness appealed to us exactly in this spot. We wait.
When they came closer and saw us, they immediately started grinning, and we didn't like their faces. We greeted them with "Hello" (we don't understand English). I tell my wife, let's pack up and go further away, but the biggest bruiser pulls out—oh, wonder—a Kalashnikov from a huge bag, cocks it, and pointing at us, raises the barrel and fires a short burst. We're just in shock, we sit our asses down on the bench—what else can we do? The second bruiser with a red beard approaches my wife and boldly, with a huge paw, grabs her t-shirt and rips it off, exposing her breasts. I should note that my wife's breasts are small, just a bit bigger than size A, and the bastard laughs. As a gentleman, I rushed at him and then got a punch to the ear. Well, what can I say, the weight difference was practically double, and he was two heads taller. I flew back about two meters, birds singing in my head, circles before my eyes, I can't see a damn thing.
The third, slightly smaller bruiser, beardless but with a week's stubble, pulls a rope out of his bag and, grabbing me by the scruff of my neck, drags me to a tree—a baobab, it seems—and starts tying me standing up to the tree. He wraps me up like a silkworm larva, and I'm standing there, staring at the action near the table, just about 3 meters away. The bruiser with the red beard put his rifle on the table and, together with the second one, turns my wife around with her back to me and lays her chest down on the table. She's squealing, but he immediately slaps her ear with his palm and shows a huge fist. Well, that's it, we're done for, better not struggle. The third, smaller but broad-shouldered bruiser, calmly takes out food and alcohol supplies from his bag—sausages of various kinds, canned goods, various bottles, fruit—and silently sets the table. The first two bruisers tear off my wife's panties and start kneading her ass, spreading it and poking dirty fingers into her anus. I should say we never had anal sex; well, we tried it once when we were young, but my wife didn't like it and never let me near her ass again.
Because of this, I had a shift and started slowly fucking myself in the anus. Not often, well, maybe once or twice a week for sure, and I achieved decent results. I didn't get to fisting, of course, but I could, with difficulty, insert a half-liter plastic Coke bottle. My wife had no idea about this; that's the kind of sexual disarray we had. It's offensive, of course. Once I bought two small rubber dicks, one with an attachment for panties, and suggested to my wife that she fuck me in the ass. But no, she refused and didn't give herself to me, neither in the pussy nor in the ass. It's offensive, however, well, damn offensive when you're fucking yourself in the bathroom and your wife doesn't care. She gives it twice a week, and even then in one position. True, the position is good—cowgirl—she only got an orgasm in this position, in 2-3 waves.
The first two bruisers tore off my wife's panties and are kneading her ass, spreading it and poking dirty fingers into her anus. The third, opening some cans, brings some jar to these two, and they laugh as they dip their fingers into the canned food—some kind of fish in vegetable oil—and the circus begins. Well, slowly he starts pushing a finger into my wife's anus, generously lubricated with fish oil, and rotates it there. My wife quieted down, well, she quieted down, whimpering, but the second bruiser holds her firmly. The one with the red beard is already starting to push a third finger into her anus and laughs contentedly. The small bruiser walked around the table, took off his shorts—there were no underwear underneath—and his smelly cock, not very large in size but quite thick in diameter, starts inserting into my wife's mouth. Well, inserting—he just roughly opened her mouth by pressing on the dimples with his fingers and boldly inserted his partially erect cock into my little wife's mouth, while showing her his fist and meaningfully clicking his teeth, as if to say, if you bite, I'll knock your teeth out. I should note that our sex life could be called always puritanical; my wife never once in all 30 years of our life together took my cock in her mouth, well, she even disdained touching it with her hands (damn offensive).
Meanwhile, the rear bruisers split up because, in the position from behind with the woman lying chest down on the table, it's hard for two to get access. The first bruiser took out a huge (probably professional) camera from his backpack and started photographing the action, and it seems he was also filming video, bringing it very close to the actors. The redhead pulled out his tense dick; it turned out to be simply enormous. Well, damn enormous, I've never seen such dicks, or rather, I've only seen them in porn films, the size of a good sausage, which was lying nearby on the table.
Meanwhile, the small bruiser with his thick sausage seemed to be nearing the end. Well, okay, I'm also about to cum from this action; my dick is tense and protruding through my shorts. I should note that I never shone in size; in battle condition, no more than 12 cm in length and 2.5 cm in diameter. The small bruiser cried out and seemed to cum in my darling's mouth, immediately pulling his cock out of her mouth, showed his fist, and gestured for her to swallow, bitch. Sitting on the bench, he opened a bottle of beer and greedily pressed it to his mouth, while the rear bruiser was frantically pounding my wife's pussy.
After fiddling around and stretching the anus, the red bruiser, panting, started pushing his huge sausage into her ass, pressing and rocking. His actions were not in vain, and slowly but surely, his dick began to squeeze into her ass, while the anal ring tensed to a bluish color. I thought, well, that's it, she's going to tear now. However, no, he got into her ass about halfway and stopped; it seems he reached the second sphincter, though he inserted more than into her pussy, about 20 cm. Slowly picking up speed, he started rocking like a mighty steam engine. Since my wife's anus was tight, he didn't last long and with a cry of "Aaaaaaa!" released inside her ass. He pulled out his huge, starting-to-deflate dick and, turning his head to me tied to the tree, showed a thumbs-up, all good.
Meanwhile, he saw that my shorts were also tense and started laughing. Interestingly, although my wife started to get aroused, she didn't have an orgasm. Lying on the table isn't very comfortable. She sat her ass on the table, wiped her mouth with her hands from the cum, and started looking for something to wipe the cum flowing from her ass. The small bruiser switched from beer to whiskey and, keeping his hand on the rifle—in case one of us makes a move—watched us carefully. My wife finally saw some napkin on the table and, gesturing for it, started wiping her ass. Interestingly, I thought that with such fucking in the ass, a ton of shit would come out. However, no, the slightly deflated bruiser's dick was, of course, smeared, but I'd say not heavily.
The red bruiser, meanwhile, came up to me and started untying the ropes, while tapping my erect dick with one hand and laughing. After untying me, he roughly put me on my knees. I should say my ear was swollen and was like an elephant's. My wife, wiping her ass with a napkin, looked at us with a detached expression. And the bruiser, meanwhile, pointed to his half-fallen huge dick and showed me SUCK. No way out, I started to take it into my mouth and realized what a gigantic size his apparatus was; slightly deflated, about 5 cm in diameter. Barely stuffing it into my mouth, I slowly suck, and both hands embrace the shaft so he doesn't accidentally push through my throat. And I'm just boiling with anger (my wife in front of my eyes, in the mouth and in the ass, and she, bitch, never gave it to me like that even once). But I didn't have to suck for long; it seems the red bruiser had had enough. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and, taking me by the hand, dragged me to my wife. I glanced sideways at the rifle; well, what, what, any schoolkid in our country knows how to shoot a Kalashnikov.
He led me to my little wife and, pointing his finger at her anus, lays her on the table again and with gestures explains, fuck. Well, I'd be happy to, especially since I need to relieve the tension in my dick. I took off my shorts and underwear and, like a seasoned fucker, standing, started inserting my tiny dick into my wife's ass, while telling her off that she gave the virginity of her ass and mouth not to her husband but to bandits. She snapped back, saying she didn't like it, it was violence. I say, yes, but why wasn't I first? And immediately gave her an ultimatum: if we stay alive, I'll fuck all holes and with any objects, including a fist. I should note that after the red bruiser's dick, my little dick dangled in her ass like a pencil in a glass.
I say, wife, let's do it like usual in the cowgirl position; something about fucking in the ass doesn't excite me. Although, wait, wait, here it comes, and I shot right inside her. She again got no pleasure. Then the third bruiser came; he had already set up a tent and brought all the stuff there; it seems fucking didn't interest him. He brought some little box to the table and, mother dear, took out a syringe from it. Well, that's it, we're fucked, we've fallen in with drug addicts. Paying no attention to anyone, he tightened a tourniquet on his arm and injected the contents of the syringe into his arm. We had never seen such action. His drinking buddies paid no attention. The red bruiser handed me a bottle of whiskey and shows, drink. Well, I took a sip of about a hundred grams and gave him the bottle. I gathered to put on my shorts; the redhead gestures, no, and hands the whiskey to my wife. She shakes her head, I won't. The redhead brings his fist up and shows, drink, and even drew a line with his fingernail. I should say my wife doesn't respect strong alcoholic drinks; beer is enough for her, and here immediately 100 grams without a chaser. Choking and almost burping, she drank her share.
The redhead points to his limp dick and tries to stuff it into my wife's mouth, while showing, continue working your fingers in my ass. Somehow inserting his apparatus into my little wife's mouth, standing, he takes her fingers out of my ass and starts wiggling inside me himself. My wife sucks, he twists his fingers in my ass; it seems this quickly aroused him. He pulls out his erect dick and puts it to my anus, starts pushing. My wife can see everything perfectly, plus she's already a bit drunk; she even giggles and comments on something. I'm silent, tensing my anus; I don't want the bruiser and my wife to understand that I have a developed ass. The dick goes in tightly but still gets about halfway, and the bruiser starts rocking, panting like a steam engine. After driving a bit, he increased the pace and probably was amazed when his 30 cm dick dove and slipped past the second sphincter. My wife's facial expression was something else too.
My training with a long dick paid off; the only thing I felt was that his dick was about twice as thick as my rubber ones, and that some intestine inside tensed up. Good thing he's not cumming for the first time. The delighted bruiser said something to his accomplices; the one who just shot up giggled, and the second one, moving the camera, just sat with his hand on the rifle. The bruiser sped up, and his balls started hitting my wet and slippery ass, while he pulled out and then drove back in full length. It seems he liked passing the second sphincter because there was clearly resistance there. The bruiser was blissful, and I, for some reason, wasn't, although I reached a pre-orgasmic state and my little dick tensed. And the bruiser is pounding away; it seems he was already close to orgasm. He pulls out his dick and says something to the drug addict. That one giggled and got up from the bench.
I didn't quite understand what the druggie was doing because my wife blocked my view from behind. However, when he approached holding a stick of semi-hard sausage in his hands, I understood—now they're going to fuck me in the ass with this sausage. The understanding came: if you can't fix the situation, relax and enjoy the moment. The druggie dipped the end of the sausage in the fish preserves and started, pressing, screwing it into my anus. I should note the stick was smaller in diameter than the red bruiser's dick, but damn, it was longer, no less than half a meter. I honestly got scared—he'll shove it far and tear some intestine. Although I conducted experiments on myself in the bathroom, I managed to insert a tube 1 cm in diameter and 500 mm long into my ass. At the end of the tube, a cork from wine was made like a ball that closed the end. I also put on two condoms and lubricated with vegetable oil. The hose went into my ass quite easily, but the sausage is 3 times wider. The druggie pushed half the stick in and pulled it all out again. He liked passing the second sphincter, feeling the resistance upon entry. I imagined as if the second sphincter was a pussy being poked with a stick, and it reluctantly opens while the upper lips tightly envelop the stick.
The red bruiser, watching the movements of the sausage in my anus with interest, decided to contribute and, with his slightly deflated dick, started positioning it next to the sausage, intending to shove both his dick and the sausage simultaneously. But he didn't succeed, although he did manage to push two fingers in along with the sausage, but no more would fit. And where, I thought, 6-7 cm in diameter, the ass will take, but 8-9, unlikely. The red bruiser got tired of trying and gave the druggie the command to stop moving the sausage because my little dick had already gone limp and my wife was just sitting on me. The redhead takes her off me and puts her in the druggie's place, showing that she needs to move the sausage with her hands. When my wife got off, I saw the action myself and was amazed—the sausage was in me again up to the string.
My wife slowly pulled on the tail, and with a slight smack, the sausage started coming out. The red bruiser bent my wife over and tried to insert his slightly limp organ into my little wife's ass. Strangely, he succeeded. The druggie switched places with the small bruiser and started guarding the weapon. And what did the bastard come up with? He came up to me and, taking his soft sausage out of his pants, started shoving it into my mouth. Well, what could I do? I had to take it and start sucking. Honestly, in my youth, I used to give my wife cunnilingus; I really liked it, but she didn't at all; she just endured