“Don’t take it out. Ahhh!” My sister pleaded him to stay inside her a few minutes longer.
He waited and finally pulled it out. He threw away the cum-filled condom and lay beside my sister.
“I love you, husband!” My sister said as they both tried to catch a breath but still kept kissing.
Meanwhile, I had also cummed. The hardest ever in my life. I quickly cleaned the floor and rushed towards my room.
***
I kept moving about on my bed anxiously and couldn’t sleep. My dick was hurting because I stroked it for so long before cumming. I thought I should go and check what the newly wed couple was up to. I walked sheepishly to their room and to my surprise they were fucking again.
“Harder baby. Go deeper! Ahhh!” My sister screamed.
My penis got a painful erection again. I wondered how Kartar Singh, a man around 40 years older than me was fucking with such energy.
Kartar Singh pulled out his dick and asked my sister to take the doggy position. She was naïve, she didn’t know how to do that. Kartar Singh lied down on her back, kissed her neck and slowly got her on all fours. He cupped her breasts and kissed her.
“Enough of the soft fucking. Now let me fuck you like a bitch.” He said as he spanked her ass and entered her from behind.
“Goshsss aahhhhh. Ahahhhhh this feels so, ahh, so good.”
As expected, Kartar Singh’s hands went towards my sister’s hair again as she pulled them back.
“Ouch. Ah, oh, Kartar jiii!”
Kartar Singh was in a beast mode as he fucked her so hard that the bed sounded like it would break. He was like a monster unleashed as he fucked my poor sister whose groans were a mix of both pain and pleasure.
“I’m cumming baby. Just a little faster please. Fuck me please my husband.”
This gave the old man even more energy as he became merciless.
“Take that! This pussy is mine now. Arghhh!” He said as he spanked my sister again. There was a red impression visible on her flawlessly white ass. Kartar Sing’s hairy ass looked like that of a gorilla in front of her.
“Ahhhhhhh. I….love…you, aahhh. My Kartar Singh!” She orgasmed for around the third or fourth time that night.
The old man didn’t last too long either as he grunted and came with the final few thrusts. He collapsed on my sister. They rolled on the bed while kissing. I also came but my dick hurt even more now.
“I love you.” She kissed Kartar Singh. “I love you. I love you!” She kissed him everywhere. He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. They pulled a blanket over them and turned off the lights.
“Goodnight, husband. You’re the best husband, best lover. Love you!” My sister sighed.
***
I also slept right after that second session. But I woke up with a swollen dick and an urge to pee. Sleepily, I went to the washroom and could already hear noises from Kartar Singh’s room. I peed painfully and rushed towards their room. It was 7 in the morning and the lovebirds were already at it.
The scene was not as wild as it was in the night. It was more, let’s say, romantic.
“Good morning husband!” My sister said as they kissed. “You have something ready for me.”