08-11-2019, 10:32 PM
He did not think she could use the words that she did use in asking him to fuck her. She was also explicit in telling him that there was to be no breast sucking, no caressing, no kisses and no lingering.
"I am saying this to you because you may be a virgin and you may not have experienced a woman. But the temptation to lie on the woman under you and doze will overcome you. You will not. You will leave immediately. Understood?" instructed the Maharani, looking the young soldier in the eye.
Samar Singh stared right back. Added to one kind of shock was the other shock of the fact that he now had a raging erection. He was glad this meeting was taking place while he was still in his riding breeches. If this had happened an hour or so later he would have been casually attired. Right after the royal tents had been setup, his own tent would have been up and he would have changed.
The casual clothes that he wore would not have restrained his erection to any confines. It would have stood, full and proud and the Rajmata would have noticed it straight off. In fact, right now he was frozen, staring right back at her, because he was fearful that any movement would give away his aroused state.
"I can't do it," he mumbled, his mind firmly on the though of lying between Maharani's legs and sinking his shaft into her folds.
"You must. For the king and kingdom for which you are ready to lay down your life, this is a simple and quick duty," ordered Rajmata, relieved that the youngster felt inhibited. This improved the chances of the entire situation remaining under control.
"Yes, I am ready to lay down my life, but this is different. I have never looked at Her Highness in any fashion and always have my head down in front of her. It seems like an act of treachery that I should touch her," protested Samar Singh. His mind was dizzy at the thought of losing his virginity to the queen. His mind recalled the occasion when he had seen her chest thrust out proud and full. The breasts that made her chest so full must be large and sumptuous he thought. His cock twitched and he felt wetness.
Samar Singh knelt down; partially to ensure his physical state was not detected and in part because he felt he no longer stand.
"This has the King's sanction. Do you think the Maharani and I are headed out for such a long pilgrimage without his knowing why?" laughed the Rajmata.
She stood up and walked to where he was kneeling and placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling the muscle-hard man. Instantly, her mind wondered about how her daughter-in-law would react to the touch of a man so well endowed and sculpted with muscle. She sighed. This entire situation had a corrupting influence and she knew that. She could feel her own reaction to Samar Singh as that of a woman assessing a virile man; for that one moment, gone was the Rajmata – subject relationship.
"Son, you are a good man. I wouldn't ask you to do something which was not of national importance. And I wouldn't ask anyone outside our inner circle to do it either. Do you realize, if not you, someone has to make her pregnant?" she reasoned.
Samar Singh looked up at her. Her eyes were large, beautiful and full of kindness. He could not say no to her. And he did not want some one else touching the Maharani. Better him, who had the good of the kingdom above everything else in his mind.
But with the hormones raging in his bloodstream he could not think of getting the act done without touching, feeling, kissing and fondling her. In the last fifteen minutes that he had been with the Rajmata, his mind was on the Maharani's breasts, her soft thighs and in his mind he had clutched her curvaceous ass, pulling her onto his cock as he fucked her.
"It is a lot to ask for," he said. "I am a virgin not because I did not have opportunity. It is because I wanted my first encounter to be special and with someone special. I had many plans for this. It was neither quick nor short nor hurried. It was to be a long feast, a celebration," he confessed.
"Yes it is a lot to ask for and that is why I am asking you," replied the Rajmata. Samar Singh's words had a deep impact on her. She herself was in her forties and her husband's untimely death had left her with unfulfilled desires. Her bed felt empty but the Rajmata's exalted position in the kingdom demanded that she conduct herself with discretion.
She caught herself imagining that she could have been that someone special and shared special moments with this young man.
"Had this occurred to me before, I could have fulfilled this need in this boy and prepared him for the fuck with Samyukta," she reflected. She would have enjoyed the sexual bonding and she could have instructed him with great care. The heat of his sexuality and his virginity would have been tempered and the risks of emotional or sexual involvement with the Maharani would have been limited.
The Rajamata shook herself from this reverie the moment she felt warmth between her legs. She turned her back on him and said, "Don't treat this as that special first. It is just a job that you have to do. Keep your plans for the real first."
She did not turn back, waiting to see if he would say anything else. There was silence.
Samar Singh stayed kneeling. "As you wish," he said at last, "But there are obviously lots or arrangements that need to be made. Has the Maharani been told?"
"Yes, she knows that this needs to be done. But she doesn't know that I prefer you," she said, glad that her back was to Samar Singh.
"You need her concurrence before I build this up in my mind, isn't it?" asked Samar Singh.
The Rajmata's response was instant and severe. "You will not build up anything for this, okay!" she hissed. Then she calmed down. She needed cooperation and promises; this was not a time to be dictatorial.
"She will do as I say. Both of you need to mentally accept this, that's all. Other preparations relate to when we will do it. You of course, need to be bathed and specially prepared for your union with her. You know how to fuck a woman, don't you?" she asked, mentally ruing the tasks that were involved in managing the affairs of state.
"Only theoretically, yes" responded Samar Singh, cursing this situation in which he had to share his sexual secrets with an older woman, that too her Royal Highness the Rajmata who most people did not even get to speak to.
"From where?" asked Rajmata.
"I have read parts of Vatsyayana's Kama Sutra," he replied.
"So you know the basics?" she pushed on. She needed to attend to all the details of this very delicate task. The young man would have to get it right first time, and impregnate the woman. She could not afford a miss, so that the couple would have to have a go at each other once again. More encounters could only lead to more complications.
"More than just the basics," replied Samar Singh.
"Well you need nothing more than the basics. You must enter her, and slide in and out enough number of times to stimulate yourself towards an orgasm," she instructed. And now she had to ask some very embarrassingly detailed questions. "Have you really never been with a woman?"
"No," said Samar Singh. He did not want to volunteer any additional information after Rajmata's sharp reply to his saying he knew more than the basics.
"Are you sure? Not even Sangram Singh's daughter?" pushed on the Rajmata.
Samar Singh marveled at her detailed intelligence on him. Then again, all the key families had most members serving the palace in one capacity or the other, so such information might not be so difficult to obtain, after all.
"Well, just once when she was tending to a wound on my back," he mumbled.
"Aha! What happened then?" asked Rajmata. Strangely she felt let down that the young man would have not have seen her as special if something had happened with Sangram Singh's daughter. "Vivacious, pretty thing that lass," she thought to herself, "I wouldn't blame Samar for anything."
"She let her fingers play on my body and rubbed her breasts all over my back as she leaned over me to massage," said Samar Singh.
"That's ok! Its not sex," exclaimed the Rajmata. There was hope. "Hope for what?" she caught herself thinking. "You are the Rajmata and a widow. Shameful thoughts these!"
"Well, I got aroused and soon we were indulging is some rough play. I grabbed at her and caught her breast by mistake and she mischievously reached between my legs and accidentally caught my hard on. I had been lying face down and the movement against the floor below had already stimulated me. In the heat of the moment, she didn't let go of my ......." Samar Singh couldn't complete the sentence.
"And then what happened?" asked Rajmata, her breathing became rapid and her face flushed.
"And then my seed spurted forth, into her hand, and she ran away in embarrassment," he ended.
"That's it!" exclaimed Rajmata, "That spurt! That is what we need inside Samyukta!"
"I know," said Samar Singh.
"You know? Do you masturbate?" asked Rajmata. The question was spontaneous and she regretted it. Her own body was juiced up and her sexual instincts were now in full flow. She herself was going to need to masturbate tonight; so turned on was she by the entire proceedings. Perhaps she could fuck this young virgin here and now. But the risk of Samyukta walking in was too high. Otherwise, Rajmata was delirious with sexual desire.
A long silence ensued as Samar Singh struggled to answer. Did he need to answer? He though keeping quiet would answer the question.
Rajmata turned around and put her hand on Samar's chin and made him face her. She looked deep into his eyes, her breasts heaving in sexual tension. The movement of the bosom was not lost on Samar Singh. In this atmosphere, the woman's beauty magically came to life in front of him. "How could I not have noticed the buxom, burlesque sexuality of Rajmata?" he wondered. "Because I am a loyal soldier of the kingdom" his brain replied.
"I am saying this to you because you may be a virgin and you may not have experienced a woman. But the temptation to lie on the woman under you and doze will overcome you. You will not. You will leave immediately. Understood?" instructed the Maharani, looking the young soldier in the eye.
Samar Singh stared right back. Added to one kind of shock was the other shock of the fact that he now had a raging erection. He was glad this meeting was taking place while he was still in his riding breeches. If this had happened an hour or so later he would have been casually attired. Right after the royal tents had been setup, his own tent would have been up and he would have changed.
The casual clothes that he wore would not have restrained his erection to any confines. It would have stood, full and proud and the Rajmata would have noticed it straight off. In fact, right now he was frozen, staring right back at her, because he was fearful that any movement would give away his aroused state.
"I can't do it," he mumbled, his mind firmly on the though of lying between Maharani's legs and sinking his shaft into her folds.
"You must. For the king and kingdom for which you are ready to lay down your life, this is a simple and quick duty," ordered Rajmata, relieved that the youngster felt inhibited. This improved the chances of the entire situation remaining under control.
"Yes, I am ready to lay down my life, but this is different. I have never looked at Her Highness in any fashion and always have my head down in front of her. It seems like an act of treachery that I should touch her," protested Samar Singh. His mind was dizzy at the thought of losing his virginity to the queen. His mind recalled the occasion when he had seen her chest thrust out proud and full. The breasts that made her chest so full must be large and sumptuous he thought. His cock twitched and he felt wetness.
Samar Singh knelt down; partially to ensure his physical state was not detected and in part because he felt he no longer stand.
"This has the King's sanction. Do you think the Maharani and I are headed out for such a long pilgrimage without his knowing why?" laughed the Rajmata.
She stood up and walked to where he was kneeling and placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling the muscle-hard man. Instantly, her mind wondered about how her daughter-in-law would react to the touch of a man so well endowed and sculpted with muscle. She sighed. This entire situation had a corrupting influence and she knew that. She could feel her own reaction to Samar Singh as that of a woman assessing a virile man; for that one moment, gone was the Rajmata – subject relationship.
"Son, you are a good man. I wouldn't ask you to do something which was not of national importance. And I wouldn't ask anyone outside our inner circle to do it either. Do you realize, if not you, someone has to make her pregnant?" she reasoned.
Samar Singh looked up at her. Her eyes were large, beautiful and full of kindness. He could not say no to her. And he did not want some one else touching the Maharani. Better him, who had the good of the kingdom above everything else in his mind.
But with the hormones raging in his bloodstream he could not think of getting the act done without touching, feeling, kissing and fondling her. In the last fifteen minutes that he had been with the Rajmata, his mind was on the Maharani's breasts, her soft thighs and in his mind he had clutched her curvaceous ass, pulling her onto his cock as he fucked her.
"It is a lot to ask for," he said. "I am a virgin not because I did not have opportunity. It is because I wanted my first encounter to be special and with someone special. I had many plans for this. It was neither quick nor short nor hurried. It was to be a long feast, a celebration," he confessed.
"Yes it is a lot to ask for and that is why I am asking you," replied the Rajmata. Samar Singh's words had a deep impact on her. She herself was in her forties and her husband's untimely death had left her with unfulfilled desires. Her bed felt empty but the Rajmata's exalted position in the kingdom demanded that she conduct herself with discretion.
She caught herself imagining that she could have been that someone special and shared special moments with this young man.
"Had this occurred to me before, I could have fulfilled this need in this boy and prepared him for the fuck with Samyukta," she reflected. She would have enjoyed the sexual bonding and she could have instructed him with great care. The heat of his sexuality and his virginity would have been tempered and the risks of emotional or sexual involvement with the Maharani would have been limited.
The Rajamata shook herself from this reverie the moment she felt warmth between her legs. She turned her back on him and said, "Don't treat this as that special first. It is just a job that you have to do. Keep your plans for the real first."
She did not turn back, waiting to see if he would say anything else. There was silence.
Samar Singh stayed kneeling. "As you wish," he said at last, "But there are obviously lots or arrangements that need to be made. Has the Maharani been told?"
"Yes, she knows that this needs to be done. But she doesn't know that I prefer you," she said, glad that her back was to Samar Singh.
"You need her concurrence before I build this up in my mind, isn't it?" asked Samar Singh.
The Rajmata's response was instant and severe. "You will not build up anything for this, okay!" she hissed. Then she calmed down. She needed cooperation and promises; this was not a time to be dictatorial.
"She will do as I say. Both of you need to mentally accept this, that's all. Other preparations relate to when we will do it. You of course, need to be bathed and specially prepared for your union with her. You know how to fuck a woman, don't you?" she asked, mentally ruing the tasks that were involved in managing the affairs of state.
"Only theoretically, yes" responded Samar Singh, cursing this situation in which he had to share his sexual secrets with an older woman, that too her Royal Highness the Rajmata who most people did not even get to speak to.
"From where?" asked Rajmata.
"I have read parts of Vatsyayana's Kama Sutra," he replied.
"So you know the basics?" she pushed on. She needed to attend to all the details of this very delicate task. The young man would have to get it right first time, and impregnate the woman. She could not afford a miss, so that the couple would have to have a go at each other once again. More encounters could only lead to more complications.
"More than just the basics," replied Samar Singh.
"Well you need nothing more than the basics. You must enter her, and slide in and out enough number of times to stimulate yourself towards an orgasm," she instructed. And now she had to ask some very embarrassingly detailed questions. "Have you really never been with a woman?"
"No," said Samar Singh. He did not want to volunteer any additional information after Rajmata's sharp reply to his saying he knew more than the basics.
"Are you sure? Not even Sangram Singh's daughter?" pushed on the Rajmata.
Samar Singh marveled at her detailed intelligence on him. Then again, all the key families had most members serving the palace in one capacity or the other, so such information might not be so difficult to obtain, after all.
"Well, just once when she was tending to a wound on my back," he mumbled.
"Aha! What happened then?" asked Rajmata. Strangely she felt let down that the young man would have not have seen her as special if something had happened with Sangram Singh's daughter. "Vivacious, pretty thing that lass," she thought to herself, "I wouldn't blame Samar for anything."
"She let her fingers play on my body and rubbed her breasts all over my back as she leaned over me to massage," said Samar Singh.
"That's ok! Its not sex," exclaimed the Rajmata. There was hope. "Hope for what?" she caught herself thinking. "You are the Rajmata and a widow. Shameful thoughts these!"
"Well, I got aroused and soon we were indulging is some rough play. I grabbed at her and caught her breast by mistake and she mischievously reached between my legs and accidentally caught my hard on. I had been lying face down and the movement against the floor below had already stimulated me. In the heat of the moment, she didn't let go of my ......." Samar Singh couldn't complete the sentence.
"And then what happened?" asked Rajmata, her breathing became rapid and her face flushed.
"And then my seed spurted forth, into her hand, and she ran away in embarrassment," he ended.
"That's it!" exclaimed Rajmata, "That spurt! That is what we need inside Samyukta!"
"I know," said Samar Singh.
"You know? Do you masturbate?" asked Rajmata. The question was spontaneous and she regretted it. Her own body was juiced up and her sexual instincts were now in full flow. She herself was going to need to masturbate tonight; so turned on was she by the entire proceedings. Perhaps she could fuck this young virgin here and now. But the risk of Samyukta walking in was too high. Otherwise, Rajmata was delirious with sexual desire.
A long silence ensued as Samar Singh struggled to answer. Did he need to answer? He though keeping quiet would answer the question.
Rajmata turned around and put her hand on Samar's chin and made him face her. She looked deep into his eyes, her breasts heaving in sexual tension. The movement of the bosom was not lost on Samar Singh. In this atmosphere, the woman's beauty magically came to life in front of him. "How could I not have noticed the buxom, burlesque sexuality of Rajmata?" he wondered. "Because I am a loyal soldier of the kingdom" his brain replied.
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