How we met and how we moved from friendly chit chat to fucking .I am writing this after getting good response for my previous story. I have been a big...fan of ISS and have been reading storied here for over an year. I am 5.11 tall with a good athletic body and live in Delhi . The heroin of the story is girl named Payal. She was a tall girl with height 5.11 and she looked like Sonakshi Sinha .I was training a batch and I was asked to use the recreation room for training the batch as no other. "Suck that whore" he ordered as the others moved closer. I felt his cock slide deep into my throat until his balls touched my chin and I started to gag but he held my head tight until finally sliding his cock out covered in spit. I coughed and tried to regain my breath and then he was forcing his way in again "no teeth bitch" he said. Then while I was sucking on him another went behind me and forced his cock into my now very sore sissy hole. I was used and abused for hours, each of them fucking. Each spurt became material evidence that he was a true replacement whore and that he could satisfy his mother's boyfriend just as good as she. And just the thought of it--Sig pumping jizz into him instead of his mother--had him quivering from the intensity of the exchange. The man pushed in even more and finished ejaculating while Brian held still and whimpered. It was the hottest thing he could imagine; receiving semen inside of him that should have been deposited inside his mother. He wasn't. Then they started to get up and shower and dress. Finally, by that evening the other women had left and it was just mom and one of her friends, the one that was on the bed with her. They started to quiz me about what had happened. I told them all that I knew and seen. They were turned on by this, that they had been slutty the night before. Then they made the comment that they wish they could remember more of what had happened. I never said that I had fucked them. Thelma did remember fucking.