Then it happened, he pressed his glans against her shaven slit, her labia started to open up, this was the moment I was fantasising about for so long....is 9 inches started to disappear, inch by inch.I witnessed the penetration in disbelief.Suddenly my wife's voice cut through the silence, she said "it hurts" I asked her why it hurts, she responded "he is too huge and very stiff"The bull said: "I will go halfway until you adjust to my size" my wife nodded.A few minutes later he was balls deep. The only thing worse than the sounds were the smells. Rotten food. Garbage. Worms after it rained. Wet dog. All the smells of the street seemed to resonate and fester in that alley with her. She knew she had to move sometime, but she was scared.Another smell perforated her senses every now and again. Blood. Human blood. Life giving, wonderful human blood. She hated and loved it. Her body needed it, desired it, craved it. It was an addiction that no young girl should have to face, worse than any. I think they enjoyed how upset I was. They must have. Every time one of them had to use the toilet after that they waited until I wasn’t servicing one or more of their friends and took me with them. The camera always accompanied us.By the time that nightmare evening ended I was able to swallow nearly half of their urine each time before I began to gag. They would start out using my mouth and then finish peeing in the toilet. Each time the disgusting act closed with me licking the last few drops. And then we started to chat later talks…. we got too much close on phone and started doing phone sex…… one fine day I decided to go to Bangalore to ma mama s house but main intentions was to meet her… when I reached Bangalore I called her at 9 am. So we decided to meet at a park. Both of us reached thru at 10….. so this was very tough for me as I was only 18 n she was 34 meeting in a park….but I thought its a city and nobody going to notice us… so we greeted each other…. we sat on a bench in.