Cousin Greg would coach me every few minutes, “Suck a little harder. Don’t let your teeth touch it. Grab the balls man.” I couldn’t believe wh...t I was doing, but each time I looked up I could see how much Greg was enjoying it, so it made me feel good to know I was doing something to make him happy.It seemed like I had his massive dick in my mouth for hours, listening to him moan and grunt. Cousin Greg then reaches and grasps the back of my neck, rubbing his fingers against the back of my head. It was clear the first man had done serious damage. I was numb to the pain, and could only feel the intense pressure of the man pistoning in and out of my rectum. I don't know how big he was, but his cock felt enormous. I could feel him pressing into my stomach on every forward thrust. I suddenly became aware of another male standing to the side. He pointed out to the others that I was a "good little bitch" and that he loved seeing my "clitty get hard". As I tried to comprehend his statement, I. He would set up at a table and begin to take money from the punters, before allowing them to approach me and to pose their simple questions. Given that the majority of small town residents’ knowledge was limited to Sports Stars and Music and Movie performers, I had no difficulty in answering all of their simple questions. We had been on the road for three years, and had just pulled in to a parking bay within a couple of kilometres of the next town, the sign said Langton Springs, to have. I cold see her hands moving along my shaft, up and over the head and then she'd twist them as she did that. There was so much pre-cum that I was very slick. She leaned down and licked the head of my cock, let go with one hand and kind of wrapped her tongue around it. I'd thought I was in for a world class blow job but that's not what she'd had in mind for me. I saw her put both hands back around me as started to apply pressure and move them up and down the shaft. I could see her hands moving..