And then a volcano erupted from her pussy as she got her biggest orgasm yet. Somehow the context of being accepted as a wife made her hornier.
“Kartar jiii. My baby. My lover. My jaan. My husband. I love you so much!”
Kartar Singh spread her thighs and took his dick closer to her vagina.
“Fuck me, husband. Fuck your wife.”
As soon as he was about to enter her she stopped him. She took a condom out of the drawer.
“Wear this please!” She pleaded as her legs trembled to feel Kartar Singh inside her.
“What? I have never used this in my life. I don’t know how to.”
“I know. I saw it on the internet.”
She unwrapped the packet and rolled the condom over Kartar Singh’s dick. It instantly became a bit softer because it wasn’t used to it. But my sister acted like a pro and sucked his dick hard.
“Mmm mmmm!” She moaned as she sucked. Kartar Singh once again lost his hands in her hair. They seemed to turn him on a lot that night. And who would blame him. Her beautiful black hair perfectly complemented her fair body.
“Now it is ready!”
She laid down and spread her legs. Kartar Singh guided his penis towards her vagina and tickled the walls to make it familiar to it. Even that made her moan.
“Fuck me husband. Fuck me now, please!”
That was a good enough signal for Kartar Singh as he thrusted his hips into her. It only went about 2/3rd of the way in when my sister cried in pain.
“Slowww baby. Sloww!”
He gave another thrust.
“Ahhh. It hurts Kartar ji. Will I be able to take it?”
Kartar Singh shifted her hips to change the position slightly and entered her again.
“Oh yesss. It hurts but I will do it for you, my love.”
Kartar Singh shut her mouth with his hand. Then he bent down to kiss her. While they were kissing passionately, he took that opportunity to go all in.
“Ahhhhh oh my godddd. Ahhhhhh! Jaaaan!” Blood came pouring on the sheets.
It was done. Kartar Singh had taken my sister’s virginity. He had fucked one of the town’s prettiest girls. A girl who at least 50 men tried to woo and failed. It was definitely a dream for him as he then pushed in harder.
“Slow, slow baby!”
The blood seemed to give his dick extra lubrication as he could enter and exit without pain. I think my sister was still in pain as she groaned but he paid no heed. He lifted her legs and increased his speed.
“I love you, Kartar Singh!” She had gotten used to the pain and was now loving the experience.
“I love you too ji. I love your pussy.” Kartar Singh replied as he fucked her hard.
“Kiss me lover!” My sister pulled him into a kiss and wrapped her legs around him.
He broke the kiss and started fondling her boobs.
“Ahh, hahhhhhhh! Ahhhh, Kartar jiiiiiiiiii. Ahh!” She orgasmed.
“Keep fucking me. You are so good!” She couldn’t get enough of it.
It was hard to think that my sister was a virgin just a few minutes ago as her hips resonated with Kartar Singh’s. The bed was creaking and the sound was mixed with my sister’s bangles tingling.
“Argggh, arghh. Baby I am coming too.” Kartar Singh couldn’t wait any longer as he gave a few quick thrusts and orgasmed into the condom.