10-11-2019, 09:21 PM
Fully over him, and luxuriating in his upward thrusts, she joined him with downward thrusts. His strong, powerful hands held her up and pulled apart her asscheeks spreading her cunt as wide as it would go. It also helped him in plunging her down on his marauding cock.
"Aaaaaaaaaah!" shuddered Maharani Samyukta from the plundering.
The Rajmata imagined the thick monster that she had held and fondled plundering her hapless daughter-in-law. "Beta, dekh ke!" she blurted out spontaneously. (Son. Careful).
Samyukta's head whipped around in shock as she realized they had been discovered. Her eyes met those of her mother-in-law. She let her heels drop as if to get off Samar Singh. Her cunt had different ideas as it slid on the slimy, messy sheath within her. The change in angle of her legs merely served to slant her clit downward. The cock reamed it and Samyukta broke out into a sob.
She felt trapped between her mother-in-law's accusing gaze and the uncontrollable fluttering in her womb.
Samar Singh continued to fuck his queen with energy. The Rajmata had only asked him to be careful; she had not admonished him. As the Maharani seemed to slide lower, he placed her on the dresser table. The Queen was now seated, her cunt wide open and the Soldier was laboring between her legs. In the mirror of the dresser, Samar Singh saw the Rajmata. There was no expression of shock or disapproval. Samar Singh could only see jealousy and envy in her eyes.
Maharani Samyukta was glad for being seated on the dresser. It covered her from her mother-in-law, her earlier position being of an ass splayed wide open and she riding and heaving as if Samar Singh was a pony. She gratefully opened her legs wide again and brought them around Samar Singh's ass. Her hands gripped his shoulder blades as she fucked him back. This had been her idea to reward the loyal soldier; no half-measures would do. She did not look over his shoulder at the Rajmata who was standing behind him.
The Rajmata felt guilty. She inferred her son, the Maharaja's fucking, was not in the same league Chief of his guards. She herself had introduced her daughter-in-law to a real stud to have her impregnated. The Rajmata herself had responded to Samar Singh's well proportioned cock. In her imagination she had visualized how much intensity a cock of that pleasurable thickness would create in her cunt. How could she blame the younger woman, who had actually had that cock ream her? Was it fair to expect a completely clinical fuck? If anything, her attempt to make the first fuck clinical was what had led to this explosion of lust and the second fuck she was now witnessing.
She moved close to the heaving, moaning couple. She wanted to assuage her guilt. But she also thought an officially sanctioned lust-fuck would help eliminate the mystery and chemistry that had led to this explosive lust.
She moved alongside the couple. Maharani Samyukta refused to acknowledge the woman alongside. Her fingernails were raking Samar Singh's sweaty, rock hard chest as she pleasured this man. Samar Singh looked at the Rajmata and back at the Maharani, not missing a beat as he fucked hard, searching for a finish.
Rajmata placed a hand on both their shoulders. He felt hard and animal, his muscles clenching as he continued to fuck. She felt soft, sensuous and plundered as her hands felt Samyukta fluttering and clutching at the being inside her now.
"Karo. Khatam karo. Get over this and put this behind you," she whispered, hands stroking both of them lovingly. Cut loose further, Samyukta grabbed Samar Singh's face in both her hands. She kissed him, her tongue pushing his lips apart. Samar Singh shuddered as he felt the wet snake caress his mouth. It felt luxurious. Her tongue probed him and she screamed into his mouth, it was as if she wanted to fuck him with her tongue the way he was with his cock.
The Rajmata herself was now a quivering mass of flesh. She would have to use that rounded handle of her hairbrush with vigor and now. Her eyes took in the sight of Samyukta's lovely breasts flapping as she fucked. Of them being crushed when the couple ground into each other, smearing themselves on one another. She felt herself on the brink of melting herself and she decided to move off.
It was her turn to be shocked as she felt Samar Singh's clammy hand grip her wrist stopping from leaving. She turned around and saw he had one hand holding her, even as his other was busy holding the queen for a fuck. Samyukta missed his grip on her. She searched out the missing hand and when she found it was leading away, she opened her eyes to see what Samar Singh was trying to do.
Samyukta saw that the soldier was holding back the Queen Mother. "Samar Singh ji!" she hissed in anger.
She pushed herself back, the entire dresser shaking. Samyukta looked down, between them, the juice-coated sheath embedded in her. She let her hand between the two of them and ringed her index finger thumb around his shaft. As Samar Singh continued to heave he felt his foreskin pulled back. He yelped. His hand left the Rajmata's wrist and flew to control Samyukta's hand before she hurt him with her brutal manipulation of his cock.
As his foreskin rode back the cockhead bulged. Samyukta gasped as she felt the knot in her womb. She had his attention back. Jaw set with determination she slid back and forth. The hand around his cock wouldn't leave him. The young man shuddered and thrashed.
The Rajmata had her back to them as she had been stopped in her tracks. She heard things from the clatter to the floor. She heard Samar Singh gasp and call out to Samyukta. "Samyuktaaaaaaaaah! I love you! Mujhe le lo! Bhar do mujhe. Fuckkkk meeeeeee!" he wailed. (Samyukta! I love you! Take me! Fill me! Fuck me!).
"Yes my love!" laughed Samyukta in delight. "I am open. I am yours. I am waiting. Fill me!"
Both the lovers hugged each other tight. Groins mashed together. Pubic hair meshed together. Flesh pressed upon hot flesh. Her nipples dug into his hard chest. Lips were locked. Ass muscles clenched and released as fucking continued relentlessly.
She wound her legs around his, pressing hard till their bones felt one another. From there, with a guttural sound she pulsated and melted upon his cock. He came like a woman. There was no spurt. There were a series of orgasms and he straightaway knew what a woman must feel. He felt himself searing hot, melt into her. He trembled as the spasms rocked him. There were no jerks of release. He just spread into her. Her womb trembled in response.
They both laughed. He looked down, eyes taking in her breasts, sweaty- perhaps his sweat more than hers? Further down the drenched mess of their union, where cock and cunt still pulsated. Back to her face, where glistening eyes danced. They belonged. Once again they embraced each other, fucking as the orgasmic waves gave way to vibrating bodies.
So long as he was hard, she wanted to continue to receive his strokes. So long as he was hard he wanted to prolong the pleasure. He didn't feel himself losing hardness. He lifted her off, holding her on his hips. She gasped in surprise and pleasure as cock and cunt found new angles.
He held her there, embedded and slowly knelt down. As he lay her back, he moved over her, ensuring that his cock never left its sanctuary. Once they lay on the soft carpet, he shifted to his left. As they moved to lie alongside each other, he lifted left leg high over so his cock never left her.
It seemed his erection for Samyukta would never subside. The soldier and the queen were both exhausted from the intensity of their serial encounters. Unwilling to let go of his erection she pulled him in, over her gaping open cunt. Leg over him, both soldier and queen drifted to sleep, leaving his flesh, throbbing, pulsating, still inside her. He would slip out whenever. It was not their concern.
The Rajmata, desperate for relief, left for her own bed. She needed a bigger release than what she had had earlier. She wondered whether she had uncorked something which was unmanageable. In Samyukta and Samar Singh, yes. But also in herself?
"Aaaaaaaaaah!" shuddered Maharani Samyukta from the plundering.
The Rajmata imagined the thick monster that she had held and fondled plundering her hapless daughter-in-law. "Beta, dekh ke!" she blurted out spontaneously. (Son. Careful).
Samyukta's head whipped around in shock as she realized they had been discovered. Her eyes met those of her mother-in-law. She let her heels drop as if to get off Samar Singh. Her cunt had different ideas as it slid on the slimy, messy sheath within her. The change in angle of her legs merely served to slant her clit downward. The cock reamed it and Samyukta broke out into a sob.
She felt trapped between her mother-in-law's accusing gaze and the uncontrollable fluttering in her womb.
Samar Singh continued to fuck his queen with energy. The Rajmata had only asked him to be careful; she had not admonished him. As the Maharani seemed to slide lower, he placed her on the dresser table. The Queen was now seated, her cunt wide open and the Soldier was laboring between her legs. In the mirror of the dresser, Samar Singh saw the Rajmata. There was no expression of shock or disapproval. Samar Singh could only see jealousy and envy in her eyes.
Maharani Samyukta was glad for being seated on the dresser. It covered her from her mother-in-law, her earlier position being of an ass splayed wide open and she riding and heaving as if Samar Singh was a pony. She gratefully opened her legs wide again and brought them around Samar Singh's ass. Her hands gripped his shoulder blades as she fucked him back. This had been her idea to reward the loyal soldier; no half-measures would do. She did not look over his shoulder at the Rajmata who was standing behind him.
The Rajmata felt guilty. She inferred her son, the Maharaja's fucking, was not in the same league Chief of his guards. She herself had introduced her daughter-in-law to a real stud to have her impregnated. The Rajmata herself had responded to Samar Singh's well proportioned cock. In her imagination she had visualized how much intensity a cock of that pleasurable thickness would create in her cunt. How could she blame the younger woman, who had actually had that cock ream her? Was it fair to expect a completely clinical fuck? If anything, her attempt to make the first fuck clinical was what had led to this explosion of lust and the second fuck she was now witnessing.
She moved close to the heaving, moaning couple. She wanted to assuage her guilt. But she also thought an officially sanctioned lust-fuck would help eliminate the mystery and chemistry that had led to this explosive lust.
She moved alongside the couple. Maharani Samyukta refused to acknowledge the woman alongside. Her fingernails were raking Samar Singh's sweaty, rock hard chest as she pleasured this man. Samar Singh looked at the Rajmata and back at the Maharani, not missing a beat as he fucked hard, searching for a finish.
Rajmata placed a hand on both their shoulders. He felt hard and animal, his muscles clenching as he continued to fuck. She felt soft, sensuous and plundered as her hands felt Samyukta fluttering and clutching at the being inside her now.
"Karo. Khatam karo. Get over this and put this behind you," she whispered, hands stroking both of them lovingly. Cut loose further, Samyukta grabbed Samar Singh's face in both her hands. She kissed him, her tongue pushing his lips apart. Samar Singh shuddered as he felt the wet snake caress his mouth. It felt luxurious. Her tongue probed him and she screamed into his mouth, it was as if she wanted to fuck him with her tongue the way he was with his cock.
The Rajmata herself was now a quivering mass of flesh. She would have to use that rounded handle of her hairbrush with vigor and now. Her eyes took in the sight of Samyukta's lovely breasts flapping as she fucked. Of them being crushed when the couple ground into each other, smearing themselves on one another. She felt herself on the brink of melting herself and she decided to move off.
It was her turn to be shocked as she felt Samar Singh's clammy hand grip her wrist stopping from leaving. She turned around and saw he had one hand holding her, even as his other was busy holding the queen for a fuck. Samyukta missed his grip on her. She searched out the missing hand and when she found it was leading away, she opened her eyes to see what Samar Singh was trying to do.
Samyukta saw that the soldier was holding back the Queen Mother. "Samar Singh ji!" she hissed in anger.
She pushed herself back, the entire dresser shaking. Samyukta looked down, between them, the juice-coated sheath embedded in her. She let her hand between the two of them and ringed her index finger thumb around his shaft. As Samar Singh continued to heave he felt his foreskin pulled back. He yelped. His hand left the Rajmata's wrist and flew to control Samyukta's hand before she hurt him with her brutal manipulation of his cock.
As his foreskin rode back the cockhead bulged. Samyukta gasped as she felt the knot in her womb. She had his attention back. Jaw set with determination she slid back and forth. The hand around his cock wouldn't leave him. The young man shuddered and thrashed.
The Rajmata had her back to them as she had been stopped in her tracks. She heard things from the clatter to the floor. She heard Samar Singh gasp and call out to Samyukta. "Samyuktaaaaaaaaah! I love you! Mujhe le lo! Bhar do mujhe. Fuckkkk meeeeeee!" he wailed. (Samyukta! I love you! Take me! Fill me! Fuck me!).
"Yes my love!" laughed Samyukta in delight. "I am open. I am yours. I am waiting. Fill me!"
Both the lovers hugged each other tight. Groins mashed together. Pubic hair meshed together. Flesh pressed upon hot flesh. Her nipples dug into his hard chest. Lips were locked. Ass muscles clenched and released as fucking continued relentlessly.
She wound her legs around his, pressing hard till their bones felt one another. From there, with a guttural sound she pulsated and melted upon his cock. He came like a woman. There was no spurt. There were a series of orgasms and he straightaway knew what a woman must feel. He felt himself searing hot, melt into her. He trembled as the spasms rocked him. There were no jerks of release. He just spread into her. Her womb trembled in response.
They both laughed. He looked down, eyes taking in her breasts, sweaty- perhaps his sweat more than hers? Further down the drenched mess of their union, where cock and cunt still pulsated. Back to her face, where glistening eyes danced. They belonged. Once again they embraced each other, fucking as the orgasmic waves gave way to vibrating bodies.
So long as he was hard, she wanted to continue to receive his strokes. So long as he was hard he wanted to prolong the pleasure. He didn't feel himself losing hardness. He lifted her off, holding her on his hips. She gasped in surprise and pleasure as cock and cunt found new angles.
He held her there, embedded and slowly knelt down. As he lay her back, he moved over her, ensuring that his cock never left its sanctuary. Once they lay on the soft carpet, he shifted to his left. As they moved to lie alongside each other, he lifted left leg high over so his cock never left her.
It seemed his erection for Samyukta would never subside. The soldier and the queen were both exhausted from the intensity of their serial encounters. Unwilling to let go of his erection she pulled him in, over her gaping open cunt. Leg over him, both soldier and queen drifted to sleep, leaving his flesh, throbbing, pulsating, still inside her. He would slip out whenever. It was not their concern.
The Rajmata, desperate for relief, left for her own bed. She needed a bigger release than what she had had earlier. She wondered whether she had uncorked something which was unmanageable. In Samyukta and Samar Singh, yes. But also in herself?
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