09-11-2019, 05:59 PM
He forgot himself, where he was and his surroundings. He just pulled out and pounded in. in the mechanics he forgot that as her juices drenched his cock he needed to dry out.
He also momentarily forgot that there was a woman at the receiving end of that pounding. The more mindless he made it, the more vigorous it became. She felt her pussy walls inflame, she felt juices pour out to quench her fires. Far from it, she felt the lubrication trigger a throbbing of her cunt wall. She wanted, ached for, an involved plundering, not a dispassionate pounding. She wished she could spread her legs wider, or hook them over his shoulders opening her insides to his ravishment. Her breasts felt imprisoned and confined, her breathing constricted and ragged.
Unknown to her, her body responded with fuck-backs. Her chest started to heave in the excitement, in other words Samyukta the Maharani was reduced to a pleasure seeking slut.
The loyal soldier who was riding her was blind to this; and she had the Queen Mother who appeared to have tasted this lad overseeing that restraint was indeed exercised.
Samyukta's body was on fire. Samar Singh was fucking her and at the very least she hoped it would last. One hand grabbed the hand of the solider where she felt the Rajmata could not spot it. Her other hand roamed to her throat and desperate to touch her breasts for relief she rubbed her own neck in frustration.
Everything that had happened thus far was acceptable to the Rajmata. She knew that a few strokes would be needed before Samar Singh would feel the onset of orgasm. This was particularly so if both of them were wet with excitement, which she wouldn't rule out. She had a sense of timing on Samar Singh's stroke play, she thought there were still a few minutes before she would feel the need for intervention again.
Rajmata could not have known what Samar Singh had felt. He had felt the Maharani fuck back. It was when he had pulled back and was focused on the sensations at his cockhead that she had slid back over the ultra sensitive head. He noticed it but kept his eyes shut. He allowed the interplay of cock and cunt as some pleasure was going to be needed to spurt his seed. What he did not anticipate was the feverish clutch of Samyukta's hand on his own hand.
With the tactical instincts of a good solider, he immediately noticed that she had done this with the hand which the Rajmata could not notice. He opened his eyes to look at the sexually charged woman under him. Their eyes met. He could see she was feverish with sexual desire. Her skin was reddened hot. She turned her head and kissed his hand with a brush of her lips.
Samar Singh had been lecherously admiring this beauty the last two days. Her curvaceous hips, the legs long enough to wrap him in, and above all those plump full breasts. Her lips touching his hand drove him wild and he felt his orgasm rushing forward. No! He could not end here; he had barely felt her. Her eyes, her lips and her body language were screaming for him. How could he not respond? He glanced towards the Rajmata who was watching them intently. He convulsed as the stroking and fucking continued.
With his eyes firmly on the watching dowager from beyond the veil, Samar Singh leaned back, kneeling on the floor and taking the weight of the body off his hands. As he leaned back, his engorged penis slid out, threatening to leave Maharani Samyukta completely.
Rajmata could see that the orgasm had not happened; had he lost his seed in a melting moment, or was it something else? She gesticulated to him wildly. But Samar Singh only stared back at her. As his penis slid back it was on the brink of slipping out. Samyukta was maddened by the idea. She tried to reach out to Samar Singh's arms to try and stop him but he was too far away.
Maharani Samyukta was still fully clothed as instructed. Her midriff was bare, but that was only because her traditional attire was a ghaghra-choli (skirt-blouse).
Eyes still firmly on Rajmata, Samar Singh's hand slid under the Maharani and held her through the cloth of the skirt. His strong muscular frame allowed him to lift her with ease by her hips. He brought her up and pulled her back onto his cock so that he filled her back again with a satisfying stretch.. His hands had still not touched her bare skin.
Samyukta was still on the floor but now she was hoisted up at her hip to the level of his hip. The inside of her thighs were in touch with his hips and the back of her thighs lay on his thighs. That was the first skin-on-skin contact between soldier and queen. The angle his cock to press against the roof of her vaginal canal. She gave out a low moan and struggled with a feeling that she might urinate. That sensation came from his cock caressing some tender spots in the area. He was stationary, but his cock seemed to throb on its own. And that pulsation was a drum beat.. She wanted him to touch her more.
"Ye kya kar rahe ho!" shouted the Rajmata standing up. (What are you doing?)
Samar Singh froze, his gaze alternated between the woman in his lap and the agitated woman beyond the veil. The inflamed desire of the woman impaled on his cock was at dramatic odds with the instructions from the Rajmata. He was hoping the dowager, who he knew from his own encounter with her was not a sexual illiterate would relent. Could she not see the state of her daughter-in-law? Could she not relate to his helplessness and need to respond to the Maharani? Were her rules so sacrosanct? Why not a completion of the pleasure loop since he was to go as far as impregnation?
The Rajmata was toying with the idea of rushing forward, but she was hesitant; the mission had not been completed.
Samyukta wanted to hold back the burst fearing it was urine. She wanted Samar Singh to fuck her with vigor. The dam in her burst and she was glad to discover it was some form of an orgasm. She shuddered and thrashed around as the orgasm wracked her body. Bolts of lightning shot through her breasts electrifying her nipples. They stood up, rock hard in the confines of the silken blouse.
The ache in her breasts was unbearable and while she luxuriated in the violent orgasm she did not touch Samar Singh; her mother-in-law was watching. Her nails dug into Samar Singh's wrist drawing red claw marks. The other hand reached for him, then she paused. She pulled back and touched her own breast, restrained at first. Then the ache became worse and she squeezed herself from the side of the breast.
Samar Singh was overcome by the movements of the clutching cunt and clawing hands. His cock threatened to release its tormented load. He was not ready for that. He pulled himself out so that he could not release into her. Simultaneously, on impulse he leaned forward and held the top of her blouse. She nodded encouraging him on. Those breasts were now swollen and threatening to burst out of their confines. He thought of her lips and sucking them in. and he though of letting her nipples fuck his mouth; could he extract an orgasm from just that, as Vatsyayan promised in the kama sutra?
With one deft and loud rip, he pulled apart the blouse down the front. Hooks snapped and her nipple hard breasts spilled out. The last hook held fast and the two fruit shaped dumplings stayed like fruit in an overfull bowl.
She waited for him to logically progress and grab her breasts. He did not and just gaped at the delectable mounds of flesh. In desperation she held herself, squeezing her breasts from the broad mass slowly outward to the tips, as if milking pleasure from them. The nipples were now aching and paradoxically, the only relief could come if she hurt herself. She pinched, twisted and pulled on them. Stretching the teats out towards him, as if offering him the flow, she moaned a long painful 'aaaaah!'.
"Samyukta! Ruk jao!" hissed the Rajmata. (Samyukta! Stop!)
Samyukta released her breasts, only to scoop them again and squeeze outward, and pull on the nipples again, hurting the nubs of flesh. And again, and again, in defiance of her watching mother-in-law and in a challenge to the soldier who refused to succumb.
The relief washed over her as one more, milder, orgasm trembled through her frame. the skirt below her drenched in the musky fluid with an aroma that wafted up to his nostrils. She looked up and smiled at him. She had broken the shackles of restraint by mauling of her own tits, by coaxing out one more orgasm, and by the shameless pursuit of her own pleasure. It was a triumph for her. She now turned to helping Samar Singh throw off those restraints. She knew the loyal soldier could not do what she had dared. He needed help.
She reached out for his hands, taking his hands in hers. Her soft fingers felt out the calluses and rough surface of his palms. They would feel wonderful on her. She pulled the hands towards her breasts, but he held himself back as they hovered over them.
"Kya baat hai, Samar Singh ji?" she asked. (What is the matter, Samar Singh?) The use of the respectful suffix 'ji' sounded incongruous to Samar Singh coming from a half naked woman lying in front of him. The nipples had lost their turgidity due to the relief from Samyukta's efforts. The breasts looked divinely appetizing, mounds of pleasure topped by delectable gbang like protrusions.
"Rajmata," he croaked, his throat dry with desire, his brow damp with sweat.
"Jab tak hum ek do ek doosre ko sukh aur santusht nahi karte, tab tak aap mujhe achchi tarah bhar nahi payenge," she said interleaving their fingers. He shuddered at the masterful interplay which massaged him. ("Till we satisfy each other fully, we cannot pursuer this mission properly.")
"Yeh tum kya keh rahi ho beti!" protested the Rajmata. (What are you saying!)
"Mai sahi keh rahi hoon, maa. Aap mujh par bharosa rakhiye, apko apna pota mil jayega," she replied, her eyes drinking in the mad ferocity in Samar Singh's eyes.
He also momentarily forgot that there was a woman at the receiving end of that pounding. The more mindless he made it, the more vigorous it became. She felt her pussy walls inflame, she felt juices pour out to quench her fires. Far from it, she felt the lubrication trigger a throbbing of her cunt wall. She wanted, ached for, an involved plundering, not a dispassionate pounding. She wished she could spread her legs wider, or hook them over his shoulders opening her insides to his ravishment. Her breasts felt imprisoned and confined, her breathing constricted and ragged.
Unknown to her, her body responded with fuck-backs. Her chest started to heave in the excitement, in other words Samyukta the Maharani was reduced to a pleasure seeking slut.
The loyal soldier who was riding her was blind to this; and she had the Queen Mother who appeared to have tasted this lad overseeing that restraint was indeed exercised.
Samyukta's body was on fire. Samar Singh was fucking her and at the very least she hoped it would last. One hand grabbed the hand of the solider where she felt the Rajmata could not spot it. Her other hand roamed to her throat and desperate to touch her breasts for relief she rubbed her own neck in frustration.
Everything that had happened thus far was acceptable to the Rajmata. She knew that a few strokes would be needed before Samar Singh would feel the onset of orgasm. This was particularly so if both of them were wet with excitement, which she wouldn't rule out. She had a sense of timing on Samar Singh's stroke play, she thought there were still a few minutes before she would feel the need for intervention again.
Rajmata could not have known what Samar Singh had felt. He had felt the Maharani fuck back. It was when he had pulled back and was focused on the sensations at his cockhead that she had slid back over the ultra sensitive head. He noticed it but kept his eyes shut. He allowed the interplay of cock and cunt as some pleasure was going to be needed to spurt his seed. What he did not anticipate was the feverish clutch of Samyukta's hand on his own hand.
With the tactical instincts of a good solider, he immediately noticed that she had done this with the hand which the Rajmata could not notice. He opened his eyes to look at the sexually charged woman under him. Their eyes met. He could see she was feverish with sexual desire. Her skin was reddened hot. She turned her head and kissed his hand with a brush of her lips.
Samar Singh had been lecherously admiring this beauty the last two days. Her curvaceous hips, the legs long enough to wrap him in, and above all those plump full breasts. Her lips touching his hand drove him wild and he felt his orgasm rushing forward. No! He could not end here; he had barely felt her. Her eyes, her lips and her body language were screaming for him. How could he not respond? He glanced towards the Rajmata who was watching them intently. He convulsed as the stroking and fucking continued.
With his eyes firmly on the watching dowager from beyond the veil, Samar Singh leaned back, kneeling on the floor and taking the weight of the body off his hands. As he leaned back, his engorged penis slid out, threatening to leave Maharani Samyukta completely.
Rajmata could see that the orgasm had not happened; had he lost his seed in a melting moment, or was it something else? She gesticulated to him wildly. But Samar Singh only stared back at her. As his penis slid back it was on the brink of slipping out. Samyukta was maddened by the idea. She tried to reach out to Samar Singh's arms to try and stop him but he was too far away.
Maharani Samyukta was still fully clothed as instructed. Her midriff was bare, but that was only because her traditional attire was a ghaghra-choli (skirt-blouse).
Eyes still firmly on Rajmata, Samar Singh's hand slid under the Maharani and held her through the cloth of the skirt. His strong muscular frame allowed him to lift her with ease by her hips. He brought her up and pulled her back onto his cock so that he filled her back again with a satisfying stretch.. His hands had still not touched her bare skin.
Samyukta was still on the floor but now she was hoisted up at her hip to the level of his hip. The inside of her thighs were in touch with his hips and the back of her thighs lay on his thighs. That was the first skin-on-skin contact between soldier and queen. The angle his cock to press against the roof of her vaginal canal. She gave out a low moan and struggled with a feeling that she might urinate. That sensation came from his cock caressing some tender spots in the area. He was stationary, but his cock seemed to throb on its own. And that pulsation was a drum beat.. She wanted him to touch her more.
"Ye kya kar rahe ho!" shouted the Rajmata standing up. (What are you doing?)
Samar Singh froze, his gaze alternated between the woman in his lap and the agitated woman beyond the veil. The inflamed desire of the woman impaled on his cock was at dramatic odds with the instructions from the Rajmata. He was hoping the dowager, who he knew from his own encounter with her was not a sexual illiterate would relent. Could she not see the state of her daughter-in-law? Could she not relate to his helplessness and need to respond to the Maharani? Were her rules so sacrosanct? Why not a completion of the pleasure loop since he was to go as far as impregnation?
The Rajmata was toying with the idea of rushing forward, but she was hesitant; the mission had not been completed.
Samyukta wanted to hold back the burst fearing it was urine. She wanted Samar Singh to fuck her with vigor. The dam in her burst and she was glad to discover it was some form of an orgasm. She shuddered and thrashed around as the orgasm wracked her body. Bolts of lightning shot through her breasts electrifying her nipples. They stood up, rock hard in the confines of the silken blouse.
The ache in her breasts was unbearable and while she luxuriated in the violent orgasm she did not touch Samar Singh; her mother-in-law was watching. Her nails dug into Samar Singh's wrist drawing red claw marks. The other hand reached for him, then she paused. She pulled back and touched her own breast, restrained at first. Then the ache became worse and she squeezed herself from the side of the breast.
Samar Singh was overcome by the movements of the clutching cunt and clawing hands. His cock threatened to release its tormented load. He was not ready for that. He pulled himself out so that he could not release into her. Simultaneously, on impulse he leaned forward and held the top of her blouse. She nodded encouraging him on. Those breasts were now swollen and threatening to burst out of their confines. He thought of her lips and sucking them in. and he though of letting her nipples fuck his mouth; could he extract an orgasm from just that, as Vatsyayan promised in the kama sutra?
With one deft and loud rip, he pulled apart the blouse down the front. Hooks snapped and her nipple hard breasts spilled out. The last hook held fast and the two fruit shaped dumplings stayed like fruit in an overfull bowl.
She waited for him to logically progress and grab her breasts. He did not and just gaped at the delectable mounds of flesh. In desperation she held herself, squeezing her breasts from the broad mass slowly outward to the tips, as if milking pleasure from them. The nipples were now aching and paradoxically, the only relief could come if she hurt herself. She pinched, twisted and pulled on them. Stretching the teats out towards him, as if offering him the flow, she moaned a long painful 'aaaaah!'.
"Samyukta! Ruk jao!" hissed the Rajmata. (Samyukta! Stop!)
Samyukta released her breasts, only to scoop them again and squeeze outward, and pull on the nipples again, hurting the nubs of flesh. And again, and again, in defiance of her watching mother-in-law and in a challenge to the soldier who refused to succumb.
The relief washed over her as one more, milder, orgasm trembled through her frame. the skirt below her drenched in the musky fluid with an aroma that wafted up to his nostrils. She looked up and smiled at him. She had broken the shackles of restraint by mauling of her own tits, by coaxing out one more orgasm, and by the shameless pursuit of her own pleasure. It was a triumph for her. She now turned to helping Samar Singh throw off those restraints. She knew the loyal soldier could not do what she had dared. He needed help.
She reached out for his hands, taking his hands in hers. Her soft fingers felt out the calluses and rough surface of his palms. They would feel wonderful on her. She pulled the hands towards her breasts, but he held himself back as they hovered over them.
"Kya baat hai, Samar Singh ji?" she asked. (What is the matter, Samar Singh?) The use of the respectful suffix 'ji' sounded incongruous to Samar Singh coming from a half naked woman lying in front of him. The nipples had lost their turgidity due to the relief from Samyukta's efforts. The breasts looked divinely appetizing, mounds of pleasure topped by delectable gbang like protrusions.
"Rajmata," he croaked, his throat dry with desire, his brow damp with sweat.
"Jab tak hum ek do ek doosre ko sukh aur santusht nahi karte, tab tak aap mujhe achchi tarah bhar nahi payenge," she said interleaving their fingers. He shuddered at the masterful interplay which massaged him. ("Till we satisfy each other fully, we cannot pursuer this mission properly.")
"Yeh tum kya keh rahi ho beti!" protested the Rajmata. (What are you saying!)
"Mai sahi keh rahi hoon, maa. Aap mujh par bharosa rakhiye, apko apna pota mil jayega," she replied, her eyes drinking in the mad ferocity in Samar Singh's eyes.
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