Do not worry, this will end very soon if you keep having multiple men at the same time”I did not argue any longer. I fell on the man below me as he ...as sucking my mouth and squeezing my boobs, till the other one prepared.As Ali slowly entered me, my pussy was pulled apart and it hurt me enough to shed tears out of my eyes. Omar said,“Hey, look! Someone is crying” and they all laughed.“Heh! Now you get what it is like for our unwilling ladies to be with your willing men, young lady”Ahmad said,. I currently live in the suburban of Mumbai. I have been reading ISS from 8th STD now I am 22 years of age. Now back to the story I don’t know why but I always like it when I get a kiss on my cheeks. The story which I am gonna narrate is when I was studying in third year of my diploma back then I was a shy type guy I don’t talk to girls that easily. Even if I like a girl I won’t talk to her that’s how I shy I was. But it was not a problem to talk with an older girl or an aunty. This was the time. I kept sitting there for some time, looking at the door, still clutching my round pillow. I felt angry at the world for putting me in this situation. I even felt sorry for myself. I was convinced that my life was now officially over. I cried a little more as well, till I noticed something, I stunk. No not that my mood was so foul, I actually smelled bad. 'Maybe my nose is more sensitive now.'With aversion, I laid my pillow down and got out of bed. I sniffed around to confirm that it was really. He started slowly stroking them in and out of my pussy, which made our small talk much more challenging, and our attempt to appear like two casual party observers almost impossible. But we were pulling it off so far, as no one seemed to pay us any attention while we stood off to the side, smiling and “chatting”. I searched the party crowd for Frank, and saw him shaking hands and smiling broadly as he continued interacting and laughing with his co-workers. Our eyes met briefly, and we raised.