The Rogue s Harem Book 3 Chapter 5 Corrupted Love
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Dear friends, my name is Sidd,I am a recent reader of ISS. I wish to share the tragedy of my life with youall in the vane hope that I may meet the one whom I have waited for so long. I am 46 years old I am 5′ 7″ atheletic built , averagely endowed(6.5″, 2.25″). I have been married for 21 years with two children. I have been living seperately for 12 years now and my conjugal life has been in a total disarray for no particular reason.
As I look back at my life I see that I became sexually active a long time before I achieved puberty. The first fifteen years of my life have probably cast a shadow over the rest of my life leaving me dissatisfied and frustated. I have always been sexually attracted to women who are much elder to me but unable to approach them for physical gratification. During my childhood my father was in service in the Kamaon Hills. We were a large family of eight brothers and sisters.
My mother remained perpetually sick with asthama and other problems and was mostly bed ridden. The household work was done by an aged maid servant who used to stay inhouse. We used to call her amma(mother). Amma’s husband was a frail looking man who worked as a gardener cum watchman in a bungalow about three kms from where we stayed. Amma would go to visit her husband on altenate Sundays . I would generally accompany Amma on her visit to her home which was a dark and dingy room which smelt of burnt pine wood. Mostly, amma would ask me to play with the dog while she and her husband would remain inside their room and they would rest on ammas insistance.
A couple of times when the weather was bad I would sit in the room itself while they rested. Amma would give her husband a massage and would straddle him to give him a very vigorous massage which lasted a couple of minutes. On the way back home she would sit down on the roadside benches to rest two three times and she would drag me close to her to caress me and kiss me cupiously and keep telling me that I am a “Good Baba”. We had a big house and Amma had her own small room where she had had a cot, a table and chair and a couple calendars with Gods pics. Amma generally brought me back from school in the afternoon while my other brothers and sisters returned in the evening. Amma would give me a wash, change my clothes , give me lunch and put me to sleep in her room on her cot.
For some peculiar reason I was in the habit of sucking on a honey filled rubber nipple while going to sleep, even though I was in class three. Amma would sleep by my side and would massage my back and hold me close to her till I slept off. In the evening she would wake me up before my sisters and brothers arrived. One day when she was putting me to sleep in the afternoon the rubber nipple was not to be found and so I could not sleep. I was very cranky. After a few minutes, she got very angry with me, she lifted her blouse and held her breast to my mouth.
I took the nipple in my mouth and tried to suck on it but it was not sweet so I refused to suck on it. She put some honey on her nipple and again put it in my mouth and held me to her bare body rubbing my body till I slept. After this incident sucking on her breasts became a norm as the rubber nipple was never found. Though the problem of the afternoon got solved , but it gave rise to another problem at night when I used sleep with anyone of my elder sisters!!!
One day when we returned from school in the afternoon, we found Amma’s husband was sitting outside the house, basking in the sun. He had come to collect her wages as we had not paid him a visit the previous Sunday due to my mother’s illness. He was about to leave after taking the money from her but she asked him to wait. That day she washed me very quickly wasting very little time to wash my penis, though normally she washed it leasurely three to four times.
Amma gave both of us our lunch and asked him to wait some more till she puts me to sleep. Chachaji (as we called him) sat on the chair while Amma quickly stuffed my mouth with her breast and told me to go to sleep fast. Very soon when I was half asleep she wispered to her husband to join her on the cot. He refused saying, “are you mad, the boy will wake up”. She insisted that I would be sleeping like a log, but he refused and got up to go. She quickly took out her nipple from my mouth and got up from the cot and rushed to call him back as he had already left the room.
After a few moments , both of them returned to the room and showed him that I was already sleep but he still refused to come on to the cot. Amma was angry, she switched off the light and pulled him by his arm to the cot. The room was quite dark with some light coming through the ventilator. There was a heated discussion in whispers which I could not fully understand. Amma pushed her husband to the wall next to the cot and hugged him tightly covering him fully from my view except for his eyes and forehead, she started kissing him on the mouth, cheeks and neck again and again.
After sometime she lifted his shirt and kissed him on his chest and abdomen. She then asked him to hold his shirt while shes pulled open his pajama string making it fall around his ankles. I saw that his pipi, as Amma called my penis, was much thicker than mine, but hung loosely . Amma kneeled in front of him and took it in her mouth moving back and forth rythemically while she put her right hand under her skirt(ghagra) and started shaking it very fast.
After sometime she pulled her head back and examined his pipi It had become erect and thick Though I could not see it clearly, but I experienced a strange feeling in my pipi some what similar to when Amma used to wash my pipi. It became very tight. Amma quickly pulled him on to the floor and straddled him and started moving forward and backward pressing his shoulders . After a few moments she slumped on him kissing him on the mouth and face. She then got up and went to the corner of the room next to the door where she used to bathe, lifted her skirt and washed her pipi. Though I could not see her pipi clearly but I could hear the strange whistle of her pipi as she urinated. In the mean time chachaji got up from the floor his pipi had become loose again. He pulled up his pajama.
Tied it and quietly left the room without speaking a word . Amma bolted the door behind him, switched on the light and quietly lay down by my side on the cot. I quickly clung to her, she quickly lifted her blouse and put her breast to my mouth and held me close to her body. Soon she was snoring , I too fell off to sleep.
Next day while she was bathing me she washed my pipi with soap for a long time, I felt the same strange feeling in my pipi again. I asked her what she was doing with chachaji’s pipi the previous day. She looked at me with surprise and in mock anger told me not to speak such things. When I insisted, she said that she would tell me later. After lunch when she was putting me to sleep , I again asked her what she had done to chachaji’s pipi, she again got angry with me and asked me to sleep . She forcibly put her nipple in my mouth and rubbed my back with one hand. She then told me that chacha had injured his pipi and she was blowing hot air on his pipi to give it a warm compress. Her explanation appeared logical and so I went to sleep.
The next big thing happened when I was in 4th class on a Sunday The sky was overcast with a light drizzle, Amma and I were on our way to meet chachaji. We were about one km away when it started raining heavily. By the time we reached the house, we were totally drenched and chachaji was not at home. He had been sent on an errand by his employer. We went into chachaji’s room and amma lit a fire. She removed my clothes and put them on a line above the fireplace to dry. She wrapped me with a towel and made me sit next to the fire to keep me warm. She then asked me not to look back and she took off her clothes to put on one of chachaji’s shirt which came upto her thighs. Out of curosity I continued to look at her seeing her in her nudity.
It surprised me to see that her pipi was neither like me nor like chachaji’s. After putting on the shirt she picked me up and we came to the cot and covered ourselves with chachaji’s quilt. When we became comfortable, I asked amma , “what happened to your pipi”. She didn’t understand. I asked her to show me her pipi and she became angry and tried to put me to sleep by giving me her nipple to suck. As we were both almost naked under the quilt, my body was fully touching her’s as I was sucking here breast and she rubbed my back to make me sleep. After some time I woke to find that amma had stopped rubbing my back. She was holding my pipi with one hand and rubbing herself between her legs with the other hand. My pipi was erect in her hand and I felt a strange nice feeling when she moved a little as she rubbed herself. After she stopped, she pulled me up and kissed me for a long time till my face and lips felt sore.
Amma’s frequent movements caused the quilt to move from my side and I would feel cold. I told Amma that I was feeling cold. She pulled me up and made me lie on her chest so that my legs were between her legs and my mouth at her breast. She was trying to put me to sleep but I could not as my pipi was erect and it was touching her between her legs. Out of curiosity I put my hand inside the quilt to feel the obstruction. Suddenly, Amma opened her eyes as she felt my palm exploring her pipi. NO! she said putting her left arm around my neck and with her right hand she gave me a hard slap on my buttocks over the quilt. Instinctively I bucked my crotch forward and my pipi suddenly felt embedded into something warm and soft.
Not knowing what had happened, I pulled back immediately only to receive another blow from amma. This time the same thing happened. There was a strange expression on amma’s face. She held me now tightly to her breast with both arms and locked my legs between her legs and then strangely she started moving her hips very fast uttering strange sounds and with each of her move my pipi felt the same warm moist envelopment. After a few minutes she stopped and held me very tightly to herself kissing me feverishly. She released her grip asking me to go to sleep and she also went to sleep.
After about and hour of sound sleep we were woken up by a sharp knock on the door and the voice of chachaji calling us. Amma left the bed with amazing speed giving me another lavish view of her pipi. She quickly put on her partly dry skirt and went to open the door. Chachaji came in and watching me sleep on his cot and our clothes hanging on the line to dry pulled a stool and sat on it. He put some more wood in the fire and put the kettle on the fireplace to make tea for amma and himself.
After having tea Amma dressed me up as our clothes had dried and then we moved back home. On the way home amma asked me whom I loved the most. I replied ,”you amma”. The was the truth as my world revolved around amma. She smiled and said don’t tell anyone that I beat you in chacha’s room or else I will die. I promised and I kept my word. It was on that day at the age of eight years amma had introduced me to sexual intercourse. From that day it happened every day and soon I started participating actively. Though at that age I didn’t ejaculate but I got a wonderful sensation. Amma became more and more possessive about me , everybody in the house and neighbourhood including my own mother called me amma’s son.
Amma now rarely visited chachaji except when she had to hand over her wages. Even then she was not keen to massage chachaji except when he requested which was rare. I had sex with amma regularly even on days when she was unwell, she obliged me till I was fifteen years old when her husband moved to their village in Pauri Garwal. I was heart broken. During my years with amma, I not only had sex with her but also with my elder sisters, with whom I used to sleep at night, their friends and also other girls in the neighbourhood. Some how all women happened to be elder to me. I will recount my other episodes to you if you wish to.
I wish someone could explain to me why I am attracted to much elder women and not those younger to me. Anywhere I go I look for women 60 to 75 year old and even if I do get to know them well, I never have the courage to ask them for sex. Even when I masturbate , I fantasize having sex with a 75 – 80 year old women where can I find another Amma? If you have a solution to my problem please mail me at
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