I was 19 and at the home of one of my boyfriends relatives. One of the guests was a man, extremely fat and hairy, like an ape, but make him even more ...unpleasant, he sweated profusely, and his lips were always extremely wet, as if he had no control over his saliva glands.He smoked cigars and the end that was in his mouth was always soaked with his saliva, he dribbled and breathed heavily.He must have weighed-in around around 150kg and his huge frame heaved and creaked with effort, just to. Feeling them shift inside me, I was wild with pleasure as one finally came out of my pussy, popping into your mouth. Slowly, you repeated it, sucking and digging with your tongue, pulling them all out, one at a time, until, as the last grape popped out of me, I came, so hard. Gently you licked up the juices, cleaning me up a bit, before sliding up and kissing me. Wrapping my arms around your shoulders and my legs around your hips, I could feel your hard cock pressing up against me through. The fourth guy she ever met was her favorite though. He had a cock the size and thickness of her first dildo. King had a big black monster. Or so she said. She told me that when she first saw his cock she was astounded and she'd said that she had thought those stories about big cocks weren't true. That only fake cocks were that size. She went on to tell me how she had gone down on him and that she'd had to work the head of his cock into her mouth because the head was almost bigger than her. Her hips gyrated in an up and down motion and I felt my cock throb as I watched the sight before me. I was captivated by what I was witnessing and unable to move as I watched the display. Her moans snapped my trance as I realized she, like me, wanted more. I dropped to my knees and firmly grabbed her hips to quell the gyrations. Her fingers still worked in perfect tiny circles – using the rings to stimulate her delicate skin. My tongue quickly joined the fray and matched the motion of her.