We live in a flat in a residential society near chandni chowk. The area is a high society area and there vis a hell lot of difference in culture of pu...e and UP. At first my mother never went out of our 3 bedroom apartment. Whenever my father came from mumbai, she asked him to return back to UP. But tht was not possible for dad. My mom was so frustrated tht she use to cry alone when no one watched. One such day fortunately i saw her crying. I went to her and asked the reason. She dint told me at. Geny was very impressed, and after kicking his shoes off was soon bouncing up and down on the bed, like a small boy. “Petrich, this is fucking great,” he stated with a look of sheer delight on his face.Once on the bed, it became apparent that he had no plans of getting off, any time soon. Intrigued by his enthusiasm I simply sat at the end of the bed, observing his unbridled delight.After a short while, he said, “I think you are a lot like my brother.”“What?” I asked almost choking.“Petrich, my. His big cock was like a fist, punching in and out of her tiny pussy over and over again. He tired of missionary pretty quickly though, so after only five minutes he flipped her shuddering, pre teen body over onto her stomach. Mr. Williams then entered her from behind, sinking his cock as far as it could into the little girl. But he couldn’t do it for long. Her quivering pussy clenched tightly around him, and as her pussy juice flooded his cock, his cum flooded her womb. His massive balls. The six men lined up next to each other I was instructed to crawl on my knees past them as fast as I could, my hands behind my head. They would each paddle my buttocks as I passed and the one who struck me the hardest would be rewarded. The captain was to be the judge. My first run through the gauntlet was miserable. The blows were all very hard and loud, and I struggled in my awkward position. The men were spaced a couple feet apart to give them ample room to swing their paddles and it was.