It was so much longer, and thicker too, than anything she had stuffed other than a cock that is.John had a hard time believing that his young wife was...actually enjoying this simian rape of her young body, even though she didn't have a choice in the matter. Miles on the other hand had reached beneath his 'Tarzan' loin cloth and was busily stroking his cock at the sight of the famous sex symbol, as the ape had its way with her body.The other two Ourang-Outangs noticed their friend and what he was. The incredibly large and imposing form of Gunny burst into the room. He was monstrously huge, wearing a olive green T-shirt that was too small for his frame. It only made Gunny's massive strength even more evident. He wore a set of desert camo fatigue pants and combat boots. A knife that was more of a short sword was on his belt, as well as the largest handgun Ben had ever seen. Behind him, almost totally eclipsed by Gunny's bulk and presence, was the man Ben recognised from the Rebar.. He started with the rubbing again. His big head brushing up and down my face as he slapped it off my lips each time it passed."A nice real cock for you" he said as he continued teasing my mouth."You smell that slut?" He shouted as his cock passed under my nose."Yes sir I can smell that black cock" I replied.With that he grabbed my hair, he wrapped it round his hand just like he had the previous night and he held my head in place now with my mouth open. I couldn't move he had such a tight grip. Wendy was a wonder, a girl and a half in every direction. when she removed her pants and underwear I got a sniff of her sweaty cunt and felt myself getting wet. As I inhaled Wendy's wonderful musky aroma my thoughts went back to the cock I saw warming my pussy further. we went into the atrium with a couple of beers and Wendy told me to get on the massage table. This is where we always talked and I loved the feel of her strong hands rubbing the day away. As she massaged my back she asked about.