Saying that he pushed her on the floor and lifted her body with his foot. She obeyed and crawled into the doggy position while facing our father. Like always, I stood frozen at the door and did nothing except squeeze my cock. I could’ve helped my father and my sister by attacking Kartar Singh. But I was hypnotized by my lust. My cuckold tendencies had imprisoned me. I just wanted to see them fuck!
My sister looked at our father with eyes full of tears and shame. She lowered her eyes as tears flowed down like a river. My father kept looking at her like a dead man. At that moment, I actually thought he had died, he was so immobile.
“Ahh!” But against all her will, she let out a moan as Kartar Singh entered her. Her eyes opened and they were oozing with lust. Her eyeballs rolled up and mouth widened.
Kartar Singh wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled hard. He spanked her loudly.
“She loves my lund sir jee. You love my lund, right Riya beta?”
She didn’t respond. He shot the pistol in the air again.
“Aarrghh. I love your lund!”
“You love getting fucked in front of your father?”
“I…I love getting fucked…in front of aaah papaaa ahh!” She was shamelessly enjoying it now. She was in a trance. I had never seen her this mesmerized while getting fucked.
“Tell your father you’re a randi!”
“Speak behenchod!” She didn’t speak. Kartar Singh gave three our four tight slaps on her ass. Look at him and speak.
“Papa…I aahh ahm a…randi, ahh!” She said this while looking papa in the eyes, without any remorse. Suddenly, her body started trembling. An orgasm was building inside him.
“Ahhhhh babbby I love youuu ahhh!” She came.
Kartar Singh then sat down on the floor and turned her around. He lifted her on his lap and pointed his dick on the entry of her pussy. She got down instantly taking him all the way in. He fucked her while teasing her back with the gun. This made her jump faster on him and moan louder and louder. Then, he showed it to my father and kept it by his side.
“Look sir ji, now I am not even pointing this pistol at you. And she is still enjoying it!”
And enjoying it she was. She frantically jumped taking him all in time and again. Her hair bounced with her boobs as she fucked the old man. Then, she wrapped her arms around him and went totally crazy. Clappy noises filled the room.
“Take that, bitch!” Kartar Singh came inside her. She kept going until she came once again and then pulled Kartar Singh in a kiss.
He bit her lip so hard that it started bleeding. Then, he picked up the gun and pointed at them both.
“Stay where you are!”
“Where you are going, baby? Don’t go, Kartar ji. My husband!”
She crawled towards him, naked. She had no shame by now as her ass jingled right in front of our father’s eyes. My sister grabbed Kartar Singh’s leg and tried to stop him. He kicked her away.
“Don’t go…take me with you. I love you, I love you!”
“Chup kar randi! Sharam kar!”
Saying that, he left the house forever. We never heard from him again.
My father became majorly depressed and stop talking to my sister. Still, within two weeks he accepted an offer from our aunt in Kanpur. They married my sister off to an army officer. She said yes instantly. Luckily, nobody realised she was pregnant.