Trisha's Quest Ch. 1

Ch. 1: The Distant Thunder

Trisha reached across the bed and played with the limp cock. Paresh was fast asleep, drained after the last two hours of fruitless activity ... he simply could not ejaculate and that had made him desperate and mad. But what could Trisha do?

Trisha was 55, and though not the stunning beauty that she once was, still managed to turn a few heads. Her long black her had an occasional streak of gray but she had managed to retain her slim and svelte figure. Her tits were large and bounced around, her buttocks were firm and tight under the folds of her saree, worn below her navel. Her name Trisha, meant Thirst, Desire, Quest .. but no one quite knew what she really wanted .... Maybe we shall find that out at the end of this story

Paresh on the other hand, pushing 65, had gone downhill. A dashing and handsome stud in his youth, he had aged prematurely. He was gray ALL over, slightly hard of hearing and tired easily. Trisha felt really sorry for her husband especially when she recollected the glorious days that they had had together.

Paresh had retired from a sales job and had a comfortable retirement benefit to live off. They owned their own house and their beautiful daughter, Aruna, had been married off to Partho, the creative director of an ad agency. Officially things could not have been better, BUT, and there was this perpetual but ... for their difficult sex life.

Trisha and Paresh had led a very active sex life and when Trisha had her menopause, they were ecstatic. Now they could fuck without condoms and Paresh could ejaculate inside Trisha without the fear of pregnancy. When Aruna left home, that was even better because now they could fuck anytime and anywhere ... and they did for quite some time.

Paresh would walk into the house, lock the door and grab Trisha right in the drawing room itself. Trisha would desperately try to draw the curtains but in no time Paresh would have her stripped naked and would be squeezing her large tits. Trisha loved it as well and would tease the Paresh by breaking free and running around their fairly large house in the nude until Paresh would either catch up with her or would give up. Then she would slide into his arms or kneel in front of him and take his huge cock in her mouth.

Paresh liked Trisha completely nude. He would make her take off all her clothes and all her ornaments. Trisha had initially been hesitant to take off her iron bangle [ the symbol of her marriage in Bengal] but eventually she had even agreed to take that off for these special occasions. Paresh would himself strip completely naked and take Trisha on her lap, fondle her breasts, kiss and nibble at her ears, slide his fingers up her cunt, play with her pubic bush. Trisha would initially lie back and enjoy this fondling and then would then flip over, put her face between his legs, take his cock in her mouth, suck them till it would become big and hard and finally spurt out Paresh's sperm.

Paresh was a very dominating person and would never allow Trisha on top. He wanted to control all aspects of the sex act. He would determine when he was in a mood to screw Trisha, get her down on the bed or wherever he had his fancy, get Trisha naked and on her back -- that was another of his failings, no imagination, it was always Trisha naked on her back and Paresh on top, grunting and thrusting like prehistoric beast. His grunts were another cause for concern ... once he got going, he just could not keep quiet and Trisha had this terrible fear that Aruna in the next room was listening to their copulatory cacophony!! Thankfully the walls of their house were thick .. or were they?

But times change and Paresh got older. His enthusiasm for sex was as high as ever but it took him longer and longer to ejaculate. That was when Trisha suggested some variations, like she being on top, but the old rascal would not agree to that. Instead he suggested the rear entry "doggy" position. That was quite a day when Paresh and Trisha tried out the new position. Trisha, as usual, had stripped completely nude and was on all fours. Her long black hair, lay loose along her back cascading off her left side. Her legs were slightly parted and her thick, black bush was visible below the crack of her buttocks. Paresh, kneeling behind Trisha slipped his hand between her thighs and squeezed her cunt. Trisha gave a squeal of delight. Paresh ran her fingers through her pubic bush and grabbed a handful of the thick, wiry strands. Trisha wiggled her butts in excitement. "Put your fingers into my cunt" she commanded. Paresh slid in his fingers and teased her cunt. Trisha gave another squeal of pleasure.

Paresh was very excited and it showed in his turgid cock, big, black and brutish that he tried to thrust into Trisha's cunt, but what a disappointment ... he just could not find the right hole from that angle!!! Trisha tried to help him along, reaching back between her thighs and guiding his cock into her cunt, but somehow it was not happening. Had Paresh's cock grown smaller? Or did it take a longer cock to fuck from the rear? Trisha was confused, Paresh was distressed ... this was the first time that he was unable to penetrate, let alone ejaculate. Trisha had her head down in the pillow and her butts high in the air. Her cunt, framed in the thick bush of her pubic hair was clearly visible, red, raw and throbbing with excitement.

Paresh was getting increasingly desperate. He had grabbed Trisha's breasts and was squeezing them first with both hands and then with just one ... the other one was trying to guide his flagging cock into Trisha's cunt. Trisha too was getting increasingly desperate. She had managed to grab his big, brown balls and were squeezing them with all her might, trying hard to get the cock hard and long enough to make the entry. For a moment, they almost succeeded. Paresh's cock managed to find the right crack in Trisha's cunt and was thrusting at its lips. Paresh had by then, let go of Trisha's tits, grabbed her butts and was trying to ram them -- or rather impale them -- on his cock.

Then disaster struck. Paresh's cock had just entered the cunt when Trisha's bucking and heaving popped it out again. Paresh caught hold of Trisha's butt again and rammed them forcefully down on his erect cock, and MISSED! Instead of hitting the cunt, the cock hit Trisha's thigh.... And "ouch!" a shaft of pain shot through the old rod crumpling it like wet rag. Paresh gave a yelp of pain and collapsed onto the bed. Trisha whipped around: "What happened?" Paresh was in no state to answer. He was on his back, writhing in pain, cradling the flaccid cock in his fists.

Trisha pushed away his fists and took a look ...it was very apparent that the damage was less to his cock and more to his ego. Trisha tried to repair both. She took his cock in her mouth and played around with it with her tongue.... No response. She tickled his balls, squeezed them, sucked them ... all to no avail. She took his cock in her fist and tried to jerk some life into it. Paresh gave another howl and asked her to lay off immediately. He was in a foul mood .. and Trisha knew that he would not come out of his sulk that night. She gave up and went back to her side of the bed and within minutes Paresh was fast asleep and snoring away.

Trisha could not sleep. All the hard work for the past two hours had drained her but had also left her incredibly horny. She had been close to her first orgasm in months when Paresh screwed up [ or rather didn't!!] and had left her high and dry. Her fingers found their way to her cunt and she pushed in with one and then two fingers. A tiny shiver went through her. She pushed harder and deeper and found her sweet spot ... and then she went wild. Rubbing harder and harder she felt the juices flooding into her cunt, sensed her body getting tense and tight. Her back arched up from the bed. Her left hand was on her tits, squeezing them ... and then it all happened. Her first big orgasm flooded through her, followed by a second and a tiny third. She collapsed, drained ....curled into her pillow and looked at the sleeping figure of her old man.

Paresh was on his back, fast asleep. His legs were wide apart and his pathetic cock had curled up into a tiny stub, lying in a thinning bush of gray and white pubic hair. Trisha reached across the bed and played with the limp cock. Paresh was fast asleep, drained after the last two hours of fruitless activity ... he simply could not ejaculate and that had made him desperate and mad. But what could Trisha do?

The Sounds of Sex ….

Trisha picked up the phone and dialed Aruna's number.

Mother and daughter were very close and had often discussed very intimate matters. When Aruna had got married -- and like most Bengali girls from middle class families, she had been a virgin on her marriage day -- Trisha had given her detailed instructions on how to handle the first fuck, how to calculate the safe periods and other essentials. Even now, mother and daughter exchanged notes on their sex life and some of this intimacy had rubbed on to Partho as well. Whenever Aruna and Partho had come to visit them, Trisha had always flirted, very very mildly ofcourse, with Partho .... filling in for the sister-in-law that he never had, and Partho would also reciprocate with veiled innuendoes. And of course there was that little event at Barrackpore nearly five years ago.... That was known only to Trisha and Partho.

Barrackpore : that was hilarious. Their company had packed off Paresh and his office colleagues to a training camp. This was at Barrackpore, an hours drive to the north of Calcutta, where a group of about 30 sales staff, drawn from across the country, were cloistered for one whole month going through a gamut of professional courses. Everything about the course was fine -- good food, pleasant environment, interesting teachers but what troubled Paresh was that there was no sex. This was about five years ago, when he was still a prime stud and was used to fucking Trisha twice a night ... and all suddenly went kaput. To cut a long story short, Paresh rigged up things so that Trisha could hop over for a few hours, have a quick fuck and get back before anyone knew anything about it.

That Saturday, Trisha called up Partho and arranged with him to drive her across to Barrackpore. This was early February and there still was a nip in the air when Partho picked up Trisha late in the afternoon. Trisha was dressed in all black. The black silk sari was tied low, low beneath her navel ... Partho could almost imagine the first faint outlines of her pubic bush. Trisha's blouse, too, was almost a bra ... very low cut on the top and leaving a vast expanse of her belly exposed. Her long black hair hung loose over her shoulders and over her tits and she had a strand of black beads round her neck. A single dot of black bindi gleamed between her eyebrows. There was a hint of a shadow over her large, limpid eyes.

Partho was taken aback at the dress, "Wow, you look stunning ... never have I seen you like this"

"The Old Man was insistent that I dress like this ... in fact he specified most of my dress ..."

"Are we planning to meet anyone special tonight?"

"Not really, in fact there will not be anyone else .... Just us ...."

"That's strange ...."

"Why? what is strange in me meeting my old man ....?"

Partho drove along, but he was wondering .... What is it that had been planned tonight? Strange thoughts flitted through his head and he tried to test out his theories.

"Are we meeting Paresh-babu at the Institute itself ... or is it somewhere else?"

"It is at the Institute, but Paresh asked us to come through the back entrance .... It is an old guest house"

Curiouser and curiouser ....

At last they arrived, drove round to the back and located the guesthouse. That was their first shock. It was an abandoned shack, set back from the main driveway behind a big banyan tree. What was strange was that its doors and windows had come off the hinges and the roof was partially open to the sky. Partho and Trisha stood on the porch and looked into the room. There was a low cot on the floor with a young man sitting on it ....

"Hey ... you have brought an old woman?, wonder what Paresh Babu will say, anyway he will be here soon"

"What do you mean .. he is his wife ...." Partho started out, but Trisha pressed his arm ....

"Don't worry ... brother, we will manage ... "

The man pushed off and Partho turned around ... as realisation dawned. "So Paresh babu has brought you here ..."

"Yes ... to spend some time with him" Trisha could not utter the fuck word YET to her son-in-law. "Will you please help me get some stuff from the car"

Partho brought a hamper from the boot. Inside it was a large packet of snacks and lots of flowers. Trisha took out the flowers and arranged them in her hair and round her neck and wrists --- like a courtesan from the movie KamaSutra. No sooner had she finished when Paresh arrived .... All anxious and ready to go ... but Trisha stopped him in his tracks. "Let us sit around and have some snacks ...."

They all sat around. The old man was fidgety ... when Trisha took charge ... "Look, I think Partho understands perfectly well, so let us be comfortable and open ....."

Paresh looked relieved, he immediately sat down on the floor and pulled Trisha onto his lap. Partho was sitting across from him and unpacking the food ... but Paresh was oblivious. His hands had already slid under Trisha blouse ... " I think I will wait outside ...." Partho had by now realised that Paresh was far too horny and would do something embarrassing.

Outside was hardly anywhere .... Just across the door, on the porch. Barely had Partho crossed the threshold when Paresh grabbed Trisha by her hips and started kissing her on her neck. Loud, wet, slobbering kisses .. that resounded across the gathering dusk. "Shh .... Sshh ...", Trisha kept saying but Paresh would not stop.

Meanwhile, Partho outside was being treated to the entire sexual opera .... Much as he would have liked to see Paresh and Trisha fucking ... his sense of decency prevented him from taking a peep ... Instead he kept his ears open.

Sounds of big kisses ... smack slurp smack

"Quietly, Partho can hear us ... " that was Trisha

"Who cares ... he knows jolly well that I am fucking you ...."

"Ok Ok I am opening my blouse ... just don't tear it in your hurry"

"OOH what tits, I will suck them like toffees ...."

"Squeeze them .. squeeze them more .. suck them, such them ah ... that is great, go on, go on"

"Open your sari ... and pull down your petticoat .... Your butts are looking gorgeous in this moonlight"

Sudden sharp slap .... Followed by "oooo ....why did you hit me like that"

Partho was by now as horny as hell .... His in-laws were fucking madly, just two feet away ... he slid his hands into his pants .... The sounds continued.

"Lie back, I want to lick your cunt"

"OK, OK, just a minute ..." ... followed by loud slurping sounds.

"Shhh ... Partho can hear us"

"Now suck my cock, here take it in your mouth, suck, suck sweetheart .... Suck it like a straw"

"Straws are thinner, you old fucker", burst of giggle," yours is a thick as hosepipe .. oh god", she was choking.

"On your back, now I will fuck you straight into your cunt"

"Please wait a minute, let me get my breath back"

"No way, sweetheart, here I come .... Ah ah .... There ... now I am inside"

"Pump you old rascal, now pump, hit , HIT ... as hard as you can"

The sound increased in intensity. Partho could hardly believe his ears. Paresh's grunts and groans became louder and louder. Trisha was no less noisy, she had abandoned all caution and was squealing like a duck. It was almost like a metronome ... first the big grunt from Paresh, then the loud squelch of his prick ramming into her cunt, then the whimpering squeal or gasp from Trisha, interspersed with all kinds of gibberish that Partho never really cared to understand.

Partho was itching to take a look but again his inhibitions came in the way. Instead he was jerking his own cock in desperation. From the intensity of the sounds that were coming out of the room, he knew that Trisha was reaching her climax. Finally she gave one last squeal of delight and curled up with a whimper .... "Please, please I can't take it anymore ...."

"But what about me?', there was a sense of outrage in Paresh's voice, "I am not yet done"

"Please, please let me go ..."

"Of course not, you bitch, why do you think I have brought you here"

"Then I will take you in my mouth ....my cunt is sore, raw ... Ok ..... "

"Fine, get up and start sucking"

"Let go of my hair, you are clutching it too tight ....aagh! don't gag me, I ... can't ... breathe"

"Suck, suck .... Just suck, don't talk"

More slurps, more grunts all building up to a crescendo and then a grand finale -- a groan, a grunt, a jubilant yell and sigh as Paresh finally ejaculated into Trisha mouth. Outside on the porch, Partho also ejaculated into his hands.

Silence, total silence ... but for the sound of heavy breathing inside the room. On the porch, Partho's heart was thumping. He had put up with Trisha's mild flirting but a ringside view [ or radio commentary!!] of her getting fucked was beyond his imagination. Suddenly a distant clock struck eight and Paresh scrambled out of the room, mumbled something about having to be back for an evening session, ran out and disappeared, leaving Partho to look after his freshly fucked mother-in-law.

Partho cleared his throat, "May I come in now?" "Just give me a minute ....", then after a while, " come on in"

Partho walked into the room. There was Trisha on the bed, sari loosely wrapped around her body, buttoning up her blouse. Her long mane was disheveled, the bindi was smudged and her cheeks were glistening with Paresh's cum that had dribbled out of her mouth. Partho took out his handkerchief, took her chin in one hand and with the other gently wiped away the cum from his mother-in-law's face.

Trisha stood up, took his hands in hers and looked into his eyes with a mixture of peace and gratitude, shame and mischief.

"I am sorry, I did not know that the old man could be as crude as this ...."

"Don't worry, nobody will know ... and it is not that I did not enjoy it as well .... "

"I can see that, ... your fists are wet and slippery ..., let me clean you with my sari .... you must have been jerking off like crazy "

"You bet, but don't you think we should make a move .... It is late .... And if someone were to come in here, we would have a tough time explaining all this"

... of course that was .... Barrackpore nearly five years ago....

Trisha picked up the phone and dialed Aruna's number. Time to discuss Paresh's agony with Partho and Aruna.

The Final Diagnosis

"Mother, why did you ask us to run over at such short notice?" asked Aruna.

"What do I do? you know how stubborn your daddy is .... Ever since that night he has gone into a sulk and refuses to talk to me"

"I think he needs see a doctor, but he will never, never agree to it"

"Mother, have you tried to have sex with him since that fateful crash" [ giggle ]

"Of course, but I think he is scared of more damage ... first to his prick but more than that to his ego!!"

"Have you tried to seduce him, make him comfortable ... reassure him that things are OK and that he will surely be able to fuck you again?"

"Of course, every night, I put on the green night lamp, take off my clothes and cradle him in my arms. I massage and tickle his prick and make him nuzzle my tits ..."

"God ... you are making me horny ..." that was Partho

"Shut up Partho .... I am as old as your mother, don't get ideas in your head ..."