An Old Love at Trails End
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Hello all ISS readers, my name is Karthik 25, now working in a software firm in Chennai but am from Coimbatore. This incident I am about to tell you happened when I was 19. My father had two a younger brother who worked in Singapore and came home only once in every two years. He was married to a girl who was far more educated than him. Actually, she (my chitti Rohini) is a graduate while he did not even get through 10th standard. They were married when I was 15 and had a male child. I used to fantasise he a lot since the age of 16 when I first saw her up close. She had come to our home for a weekend with her 5 month old baby when my parents had gone out of station to take care of me. I accidentally saw her feeding her child. Now, let me describe her. She is a goddess of sex. She is 5’6” medium complexion with a structure 36-26-34. One look at her and you will feel that you have seen two melons constrained inside those godforsaken bras. She has long flowing hair that almost touches her ass.
If her breasts look that way when they are normal, just imagine how beautiful they would look when they are laden with milk. When I saw her breasts, she did not make any attempt to cover them. I was like a son to her. I am even till date. She also started liking me because of my fluency in English. She is also fluent in English but has no one to talk to. We used to talk about a lot of things. My chittappa used to encourage us do it.
So, the story starts. When I was doing my second year engineering in Chennai, my chitthappa had come home for vacation. He took his son out to get grocery one day, but both never came back alive. I came for the funeral and returned back to Chennai for studies. I used to call her every day to console her. But the loss of a child and her husband at the same time was too much for her to cope up. My parents also tried consoling her. They even asked her to come to our home, but she wouldn’t budge. In the mean time, due to the overload of my studies and preparation for campus interview, my talking session with her started decreasing. I heard from my parents also that she had stopped talking to them without any good reason. Time passed on and I came to my third year. A full year had passed by. I returned back home for my end of semester holidays. The holidays were for full 10 days. I went home but started immediately to my chittis home thinking she would feel lonely. It was there that I had the biggest shock of my life. Their house was on the outskirts of the city. They had a house but the surrounding area was completely covered with eucalyptus trees. I had brought my chitti a new digital camera. When I reached the house and was about to knock, I heard a strange moan.
I usually heard it from my girl friends in college whenever we had sex. I am not a very attractive guy, brainy but definitely not the guy you see in movies or advertisements, but since my father is filthy rich and wants me to stay comfortable. So, I ended up in having a flat in one of the richest areas in Chennai and a lot of money every month which I am happy to spend on girls. They seem to sniff the matter somehow and come to me asking things like if I was free that evening so that they could clarify some doubt they had. So, I am experienced. But I always had a longing thirst for a bitch permanently at home. One who would do whatever I please.
So, when I heard the sound, I really confirmed there was something fishy going on inside. All the windows were boarded up in the front and the side, but she had forgotten to lock the back door. I went inside and found that the moan was not coming from somewhere else but from the bathroom. I tip toed my way into the bedroom and found the door latched from the inside. I went under the bed and waited for my time. The camera that I had brought for her came in handy. What an irony it was. I bought a camera for her, but the very first snap was about to be her own nude photo. I lost track of time imagining what was happening inside and hence was shocked when the bathroom door opened. From in there came out Rohini, dripping wet, but fully dressed. She was followed by her own elder sister, Shanthi who everyone knew was infertile. She was also fully dressed and not even wet. She was followed by her husband. I was startled to think that she was a bisexual. But I knew there had to be something wrong. Rohini was crying. It was visible even when she was drenched. She was holding her saree as though it might fall if she lifted it up. Her sister was saying “Rohini, I’m infertile, but I want a baby of my husband and of my blood. You are wasted anyways, give him the pleasure or watch your sister die in front of you.”
That explained a lot. Poor Rohini had no other go. She begged for mercy, but her husband wouldn’t leave her. He in my opinion is an artist. He came from behind her and slowly raised both her hands. Poor thing, she did not have any choice but to lift them. He rested them behind his head and made her hold. Rohini was saying something about loving someone else and wanting to live with him, but met deaf ears. But I was too busy watching her get nude. The moment her hands left what it was guarding, the saree fell down to the floor since it was already wet. I switched the camera on silent mode and started clicking wildly. There she was standing with that man nude behind her. His prick was just half the size of mine. It wasn’t even thick. It looked as though it had shrunk back but that bastard was boasting “get roused soon you bloody slut, im roused and my cock is fully tensed and throbbing.” I had to stifle a laugh.
But then his wife started undressing and I had a momentary idea for revenge. I diverted my attention to her. Man, who would think she would be infertile. Body like hers. She was an older version of Rohini. She slowly became nude and I had the best view. She was looking at her husband and stripping herself, but her body was looking at me. She had those two huge melons which where straining to get out of her bra. She was standing in just panties and bra. She removed her panty and had so much hair. It seems she had never shaved her armpits and pussy. My god, they were wet and juicy. I never stopped clicking. She removed her bra and her breasts were atlast released from the jail they jumped out the moment she unhooked them. She became completely nude and made a full 360 as if to show her husband. Shanthi moved towards Rohini and undid her petticoat and jacket. I forgot to even click anymore. There she was, the goddess I was longing for so long to get laid, going to someone else. She was made completely nude in no time. Shanthi bent down to her pussy and licked it wet. Rohini’s boobs were dangling useless as she was struggling inside herelf to release, but her hands were fixed behind Ganesan as though stuck. Ganesan dragged Rohini to the other corner of the room and positioned her towards the wall. Ganesan was quick, he thrust his cock into her and started thumping hard. Rohini was crying. It was a pity watching her get fucked when she did not want to. On the other side of the bed was Shanthi, she took a carrot and inserted it into her pussy and was shaking it in and out in a good rhythm. She was repeatedly massaging her breasts while she was carrot fucking her. Ganesan reached his climax in less than a minute. But Shanthi was still fucking herself and she came after full 10 minutes. Rohini ran into the bathroom and I heard her vomiting. But when she came back, I could still find semen dripping from her pussy. She had decided to give the baby. When everything was finally over, husband and wife dressed themselves up and left the home. But before leaving, Ganesan slapped Rohini on her cotton soft ass leaving mark of all his fingers there. I wanted to stand up and shout. But I had a better plan. For all three. When they reached the door, Ganesan said “Ei thevidiya (slut), this is the sixth time I have fucked you in 2 months and you haven’t yet skipped a period. Unfortunately, I am going out of station. You have one full month to get pregnant. If not, I promise you, I’ll stay in this house and fuck you 5 times a day until you get pregnant. Her sisters farewell was more of thanks than anger. “Thanks di Rohini, please get pregnant soon. I promise you, you can be his keep for the rest of your life and I will not object”. With that, they left leaving Rohini, wet and nude. The moment they left, she ran in back to the house and took the carrot. It was very wet, she inserted it inside her pussy and started thrumming it inside. During the process, she took a photo and kept watching it and was saying “oh darling, yesss… you are my lover…. Not that son of a bitch…. Come on, fuck me, fuck your lovely bitch….. oh….. I know you’ll never fuck me in real life….. but please fuck me… yes…. She licked the photo many times, held it near her breast, and looking at it for a full 5 minutes before she had orgasm. The moment the carrot came out I saw liquid oozing out of it. She fell on the bed, her legs wide open and still moaning. “please darling, fuck me once, just once in reality. I’ve taken real good care of you, why won’t you hear my plead.” She slept like that, the photo on her breast.
I slowly crawled out and went behind the house and ran out. Thank god I had parked my bike two streets away in order to surprise her. What a pathetic way it is, to get yourself an orgasm in front of your husband’s photo. Atleast I thought so, until I found out who her real lover was.
All right people, hope you enjoyed this, people who would like to comment on this, please mail me at I will be continuing this story of how I got her laid in the next chapter.
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