“Ahhh, Kartar ji! It’s hurting.”
But Kartar Singh was in no mood to listen. He spun her hair in a bun and pulled them hard. His grunts became harder.
“Oh my jaaaan, yes yes ahhh!”
The pain seemed to turn into pleasure for my sister. With the other hand, Kartar Singh grabbed my sister’s boobs and squeezed them hard.
“Fuck me, fuck me, love!”
“Arghhhhh!” Kartar Singh roared like a lion and fucked her faster and harder. Sloppy noise of his balls slapping my sister echoed across the room.
My sister tried to turn around to kiss him but he again forced her face against the wall. He pulled both of her arms behind her and made the deepest thrust yet.
“Ahhhhhhhhh! Baby it hurts, but I love it. Harder!”
Kartar Singh then put his hand on her head and pushed her down. With the other hand he pulled her hips closer to him and started fucking her in a doggy position.
“Filthy bitch! I thought you’re just an innocent child. But look at you know!”
“Ahh ahhh, only your ahhh only your bitch…ummm oh gooddd!” She orgasmed.
“Hmpf hmpf that’s right! No one else can satisfy you except Kartar Singh’s lund!”
Saying that, he removed his dick from my sister’s pussy, turned her around and pushed her down. He came all over her face and breasts. Seeing the prettiest face in my town being spoiled by an ugly old man’s sperm made me want to puke. But my sister’s sensuous acceptance made me cum instead.
Kartar Singh emptied his ballsack on my sister and walked towards the bottle. He became furious on finding it empty.
“Go get me another bottle and soda!” He barked his orders at my sister, who lay naked on the floor, covered in her husband’s sperm.
***
My sister basically started sleeping in Kartar Singh’s room. She gave me an excuse that she will be sleeping in dad’s room for a while so she could study late in the night. Every night, they fucked like animals. Every day, I woke up with a swollen dick because of violent masturbation.
Kartar Singh had become an alcoholic by now. Thus, their sex became more violent, more passionate. They had become much bolder and I would catch them stealing glances and kisses even during day. On Sundays, I would make an excuse of going to play cricket and then sneak back home to see them having sex.
They were becoming more experimental with the positions and my sister had even learned how to ride a dick. She loved riding Kartar Singh’s fat dick as it stretched her tight pussy even further. She also loved it because that was the only time in their relationship that she was in control. Kartar Singh loved it as well as the sound of my sister moaning so loud and he bangles clanking made him go wild. But he loved fucking her from behind more. He was old fashioned that way and wanted his women to be submissive.
One Sunday, I sneaked back home and was surprised that they weren’t in Kartar Singh’s room. I searched for them in the house and found them in the kitchen. The main slab of our kitchen was of waist-height and one had to stand behind it to cook. As I walked in, I could only see the upper half of Kartar Singh and my sister’s bodies.