I immediately wanted to close the door and run to my room, grossed out by what I seen. However, I was drawn in and compelled to watch. Fortunately her...eyes were shut by the look of it as the light in her room was not completely off, just dimmed down enough you wouldn’t noticed it under the door. She had her legs spread apart and was rubbing her pussy with one hand more sensually than she was vigorously. The other hand was pulling on her nipple on her right boob. She had probably A Cups but did. Never in my life, in the showers after gym class, in the showers at the university where I worked out, had I ever seen a real, live uncut cock. I’d seen a few on videos, but they were semi-erect, this was one in its dormant state.I dropped to my knees, between Fred’s legs, and stared. Moved closer, getting a good look at it. “I’m a grower, not a shower” Fred said“It’s fine” I said. I know I was licking my lips in anticipation.I leaned forward, touching my tongue to Fred’s cockhead. Or, rather,. . take it all,Bitch!"He continues to push his cock down my throat until my nose is pressedagainst his groin. He holds my head there, enjoying both the physicalsensations as I gulp his cock and his dominance of me. Slowly pullingback a few inches, he quickly plunges back in, his balls smacking mychin. He does this several times, cycling faster as he continues.Up to now, I've managed to keep my anger in check. I can't do anythingabout the situation right now. Look for a break, look for. Not only was she having fun, but she was totally alone in the house. Carl was on a business trip and wouldn't be back for another 3 days. In the course of 3 days she'd already worn out 6 cucumbers fucking herself with them. It was getting harder and harder to find anything big enough to use on herself, but she kept looking. She'd even gone to the next town and visited the local Farmer's Market hoping to find something that would satisify her, but with little luck. She'd just have to make do.