It was a normal week of college and I had been invited to a house party by a good friend of mine but was not too sure if I should go or not as I didn'... actually know anyone there apart from him. After some time thinking about it I realised that I had nothing to lose and I would probably make a few friends which would be a bonus and it could be that one big chance to meet someone.The night of the party had arrived and I got myself ready doing all the usual, wash, shave, bit of a trim below and. Claire squealed, her cries muffled by the carpet. Oblivious to whatever discomfort and humiliation she was feeling, I pumped into her, ramming my cock into her rectum, feeling her tight little arsehole close around my shaft. Claire's whole body rocked with each thrust, and she moaned each time I tore into her. Her face rubbed on the carpet, her features contorted in humiliation and pain. The party goers cheered me on, one of them stepping forward to tip his glass of beer over the anally ****d. Rohan wasn’t underage and looked younger for his age. If they had been in America she would have easily found an old woman with whom Rohan could have slept (without his mother’s knowledge).Anjali did not feel guilty as she thought about that as it was a completely professional idea. But she was let down when she realized that they were in India…the worst place for sex which was considered taboo. She had this feeling that she was going towards her first failure.The session ended at nine and. Others followed. Witches with horrible tits and various other vile fiends violated my body. My mouth was fucked and fucked again, my nipples chewed, my breasts pummelled, and I was made to feel up two of the witches’ hot sloppy cunts!’ ‘Wow! Sounds great!’ Julie said ingenuously. ‘It was! So there’s no use pretending you didn’t know about it.’ ‘Just a dream!’ Julie replied with a smile. Susan looked at her steadily for a few seconds. Then opened her gown. ‘Look!’ And she pointed down to the.