This is my first sex story in Indian Sex Stories. I have read quite a few stories on this site and found many of them fictional. But still, interestin.... Well, I have my own. But not fictional. It really happened with my dream girl Ishika.I found Ishika from an online sex chat website. I got to know about it through my friend Ajay. He used to chat with some hot girls online when he used to stay with me in the hostel. I used to wonder, how could he chat with different girls on a webcam and where. Wade filled in some paper work, “Name?”“Jarvis,” “First name,”“Jarvis,”Wade gave up, last nigga was called Umozulu or some such and he didn’t have a single clue as to how to spell that.They put the horses in the jail house stables and he and the sheriff had a meal of beans and right about nine thirty widder Johnson was beating on the door.“Sheriff I bin raped again, big buck black guy hung like a donkey done fucked me every which way.” she shouted.Wade motioned Jarvis to keep quiet.“When was. Let me get my hands on it!Jaysus, my nipples and tits got so tight it was a wonder they didn't suck up the rest of my body into them. My pussy flooded immediately and the lips swelled up more each time my heart beat.I heard Bob letting go into the toilet; sounded probably like I had earlier. He stuck his head out the door and called, "Shower?" Coming ... now you don't go away."I'd thought his back looked good but the front ... He didn't swagger or walk, he moved like a big cat -- as if nothing. "Despite Mark's age to be old enough to be independent, the fact of hisbrain was a little on the slow side made it hard to keep a job. He waslucky to get straight C's in school and had gone through several jobsand the best he currently had was that of a part time bag boy making$160 a week. With the cost of apartments he knew if he tried totransition and lost his job he would end up on the street. As hismother returned to the book she was reading, Mark ran off to his roomin tears. He thought of.