10-11-2019, 09:27 PM
He noted what made her jerk the most. And then he gently stroked her incessantly so that she kept jerking with every stroke.
"Ha. Ha. Ha. Aha. Hai. Ahaaaaa! Haaaaaah!" went the Maharani as the jerking movements blended with each other to become convulsions. Her hands pulled and twisted his ears and she bucked and thrashed. Samar Singh struggled to keep his tongue on the right spot. But soon enough, it didn't matter. Samyukta was over the cliff and into the abyss.
"YaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaH!" she hollered as her body took over. Samar Singh reached up and held her breasts, mauling and pinching as he tried to hold her body down. Samyukta threw herself at his face. His fingers tortured her nipples and she noted in the haze of pleasure in her mind that that too was pleasure. She beat her body against his head and smeared her cunt on his face. Samar Singh buried himself in his Maharani's service.
So when the gushing started he could not have moved. She was not in control of her body, it just flowed. She couldn't stop anything. Her body just beat the slab of stone below her and then his face. Like a pendulum she swung from one to the other. She twisted, turned, thumped and dug her nails in. He lapped and slobbered and tongued and drank.
She felt a strong surge in her breasts and it seemed liquid shot up her nipples. She was surprised when nothing came out but her nubbins quaked as if they had yielded as much juice as her cunt.
"You own me! You own me! You own me!" she babbled. "I am yours! Take! Give! Fuckkkkkkkk" she wailed. As her bubbling cunt continued its flailing she decided to quell it with his cock. Where was that monster which fit so snugly in her womb? Samyukta sat up and reached down to grab his cock. Her hand found the target, swollen and wet. She poured oil on it, anointing. Lovingly, she slid her hand up and down the pillar of flesh.
Samar Singh groaned, "Maharani Sahibaa! Mujhe andar le lo!" (Take me in.)
She kneeled between his legs. As she planted kisses on it, the cock bobbed. Samar Singh reached under her and shoved his fingers into her cunt. It was no use; the channel was wide open and soaked. He knew only his cock could stretch her further.
They were both slippery with oil. Samar Singh wondered if he could grip her well enough to fuck her as hard as she deserved. Her ass, jutting up gave him an idea. He moved behind her positioning himself to plunder her from behind. Maharani Samyukta took the position of a bitch, on all fours, her hands grippin the edge of the slab so she could brace herself for an assault.
Samar Singh held his cock and prodded her between the thighs. Samyukta shuddered as she felt the probing cockhead search her cunt. It touched in all sorts of places. But she really panicked when he seemed headed for the wrong orifice. In urgent haste, she reached under and with forefinger and thumb pulled the cock lower, to where its target lay.
"Now push!" she urged him, when the head was well positioned. Samar Singh rocked forward and found him sinking to the hilt. His stomach slapped on her ass and Samyukta grunted.
Samar Singh gripped her hips, willing her to hold still for a pounding. Samyukta spread her knees apart to invite him in. Samar Singh hammered in. the slimy juices, the oil, and their perspiring bodies made it a slippery and messy affair. But the cock grated along Samyuukta's channel touching her in the most sensitive of spots. "hah! Hah! Hah!" she went in ecstasy.
She slid on the oily surface below. His hands struggled to hold her in place. He himself felt his knees slide backward. And then it occurred to him; her breasts were perfect handles to hold and pull her body backward onto his cock.
Her breasts, hanging loose, jiggled with every thrust. They swung like pendulums and she watched herself with crazed lust. "Look at how the Maharani is being plundered! Look at her breasts swinging around. And see that massive flagpole reaming her!" she marveled.
Just as her nipples started to ache, with impeccable timing, Samar Singh leaned forward and held both pots of flesh in his hands. He gripped her hard, willfully hurting her. Holding on to the breasts as a handle, the fucking became ever more vigorous. Loud slapping sounds emanated as flesh beat on flesh. Samyukta decided to fuck back; she did so artfully, sliding her cunt opening over the cockhead and doing little else. She compensated for Samar Singh's force with the subtlety of her angling. As the tender and ultra sensitive head of flesh felt her "o" sliding over it, he shuddered.
The breasts too were slippery with oil and her sweat. It only made him grip them fiercely, pinching, mauling and twisting. It was a battle royale, and Samyukta was apparently getting the better of it with the expert movement of her sheath over his weapon.
"Stop" he commanded her, not wanting a conclusion so soon. She responded with a magnificently timed thrust. Samar Singh gagged and lost control of his neck muscles. His head flailed as saliva dripped. Samyukta was ruthless. Her crescendo was approaching and her cunt was raw from the assault of the last two days. They had to finish together. She swayed her hips, teasing and cajoling an orgasm out of him.
Samar Singh exploded into her. As his seed poured into her, it flowed back, dripping to the slab below. Samyukta watched his hands clenching her breasts, fingers white. Her nipples felt raw from his clutching but pleasurably so. She was his to be plundered and she wanted him to leave body marks on her. Perhaps her breasts would carry delicious bruises of his attention to them. She looked beyond and saw his thighs quivering. She thrust back artfully, making his cock quail in submission.
He was now supine over her, his monstrous appellation now a throbbing, reducing jut of flesh. She went at the head, giving him waves and waves of pleasure. As the spasms washed over him, Samar Singh felt his eyes droop. He was beside himself. He had drooled all over her back. He had spilled deep into her. His cock was subjugated. It continued to be semi hard; but he was spent for now.
The aftershocks of his orgasm receded to mild tremors. He slid off her back and lay on the floor next to his Queen. A hand idly held her breast as he felt sleep wash over him. The queen was hardly in a position to appreciate the ministrations of hands on her breasts; she was watching in horror as her mother-in-law once again appeared at the scene of their copulation.
She looked below and noted her cunt was still dripping. This was certainly not the position the queen mother had wanted to guarantee impregnation.
The Rajmata gave a curt wave with her head to instruct the Maharani to be gone. These two had become animals in lust and clearly she could do no more to stop them. She was glad she had asked Samar Singh to leave that day. Enough fucking had happened in the last 48 hours. And the Rajmata knew he was a big cummer. Surely the Maharani would be found pregnant. There was no need to wait and watch.
Clearly, the Maharani could just not keep herself off that cock. As her daughter-in-law gathered her unraveled robes and left, the Rajmata focused on the young man who was in slumber on the slab.
Or more precisely, on his cock.
"Ha. Ha. Ha. Aha. Hai. Ahaaaaa! Haaaaaah!" went the Maharani as the jerking movements blended with each other to become convulsions. Her hands pulled and twisted his ears and she bucked and thrashed. Samar Singh struggled to keep his tongue on the right spot. But soon enough, it didn't matter. Samyukta was over the cliff and into the abyss.
"YaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaH!" she hollered as her body took over. Samar Singh reached up and held her breasts, mauling and pinching as he tried to hold her body down. Samyukta threw herself at his face. His fingers tortured her nipples and she noted in the haze of pleasure in her mind that that too was pleasure. She beat her body against his head and smeared her cunt on his face. Samar Singh buried himself in his Maharani's service.
So when the gushing started he could not have moved. She was not in control of her body, it just flowed. She couldn't stop anything. Her body just beat the slab of stone below her and then his face. Like a pendulum she swung from one to the other. She twisted, turned, thumped and dug her nails in. He lapped and slobbered and tongued and drank.
She felt a strong surge in her breasts and it seemed liquid shot up her nipples. She was surprised when nothing came out but her nubbins quaked as if they had yielded as much juice as her cunt.
"You own me! You own me! You own me!" she babbled. "I am yours! Take! Give! Fuckkkkkkkk" she wailed. As her bubbling cunt continued its flailing she decided to quell it with his cock. Where was that monster which fit so snugly in her womb? Samyukta sat up and reached down to grab his cock. Her hand found the target, swollen and wet. She poured oil on it, anointing. Lovingly, she slid her hand up and down the pillar of flesh.
Samar Singh groaned, "Maharani Sahibaa! Mujhe andar le lo!" (Take me in.)
She kneeled between his legs. As she planted kisses on it, the cock bobbed. Samar Singh reached under her and shoved his fingers into her cunt. It was no use; the channel was wide open and soaked. He knew only his cock could stretch her further.
They were both slippery with oil. Samar Singh wondered if he could grip her well enough to fuck her as hard as she deserved. Her ass, jutting up gave him an idea. He moved behind her positioning himself to plunder her from behind. Maharani Samyukta took the position of a bitch, on all fours, her hands grippin the edge of the slab so she could brace herself for an assault.
Samar Singh held his cock and prodded her between the thighs. Samyukta shuddered as she felt the probing cockhead search her cunt. It touched in all sorts of places. But she really panicked when he seemed headed for the wrong orifice. In urgent haste, she reached under and with forefinger and thumb pulled the cock lower, to where its target lay.
"Now push!" she urged him, when the head was well positioned. Samar Singh rocked forward and found him sinking to the hilt. His stomach slapped on her ass and Samyukta grunted.
Samar Singh gripped her hips, willing her to hold still for a pounding. Samyukta spread her knees apart to invite him in. Samar Singh hammered in. the slimy juices, the oil, and their perspiring bodies made it a slippery and messy affair. But the cock grated along Samyuukta's channel touching her in the most sensitive of spots. "hah! Hah! Hah!" she went in ecstasy.
She slid on the oily surface below. His hands struggled to hold her in place. He himself felt his knees slide backward. And then it occurred to him; her breasts were perfect handles to hold and pull her body backward onto his cock.
Her breasts, hanging loose, jiggled with every thrust. They swung like pendulums and she watched herself with crazed lust. "Look at how the Maharani is being plundered! Look at her breasts swinging around. And see that massive flagpole reaming her!" she marveled.
Just as her nipples started to ache, with impeccable timing, Samar Singh leaned forward and held both pots of flesh in his hands. He gripped her hard, willfully hurting her. Holding on to the breasts as a handle, the fucking became ever more vigorous. Loud slapping sounds emanated as flesh beat on flesh. Samyukta decided to fuck back; she did so artfully, sliding her cunt opening over the cockhead and doing little else. She compensated for Samar Singh's force with the subtlety of her angling. As the tender and ultra sensitive head of flesh felt her "o" sliding over it, he shuddered.
The breasts too were slippery with oil and her sweat. It only made him grip them fiercely, pinching, mauling and twisting. It was a battle royale, and Samyukta was apparently getting the better of it with the expert movement of her sheath over his weapon.
"Stop" he commanded her, not wanting a conclusion so soon. She responded with a magnificently timed thrust. Samar Singh gagged and lost control of his neck muscles. His head flailed as saliva dripped. Samyukta was ruthless. Her crescendo was approaching and her cunt was raw from the assault of the last two days. They had to finish together. She swayed her hips, teasing and cajoling an orgasm out of him.
Samar Singh exploded into her. As his seed poured into her, it flowed back, dripping to the slab below. Samyukta watched his hands clenching her breasts, fingers white. Her nipples felt raw from his clutching but pleasurably so. She was his to be plundered and she wanted him to leave body marks on her. Perhaps her breasts would carry delicious bruises of his attention to them. She looked beyond and saw his thighs quivering. She thrust back artfully, making his cock quail in submission.
He was now supine over her, his monstrous appellation now a throbbing, reducing jut of flesh. She went at the head, giving him waves and waves of pleasure. As the spasms washed over him, Samar Singh felt his eyes droop. He was beside himself. He had drooled all over her back. He had spilled deep into her. His cock was subjugated. It continued to be semi hard; but he was spent for now.
The aftershocks of his orgasm receded to mild tremors. He slid off her back and lay on the floor next to his Queen. A hand idly held her breast as he felt sleep wash over him. The queen was hardly in a position to appreciate the ministrations of hands on her breasts; she was watching in horror as her mother-in-law once again appeared at the scene of their copulation.
She looked below and noted her cunt was still dripping. This was certainly not the position the queen mother had wanted to guarantee impregnation.
The Rajmata gave a curt wave with her head to instruct the Maharani to be gone. These two had become animals in lust and clearly she could do no more to stop them. She was glad she had asked Samar Singh to leave that day. Enough fucking had happened in the last 48 hours. And the Rajmata knew he was a big cummer. Surely the Maharani would be found pregnant. There was no need to wait and watch.
Clearly, the Maharani could just not keep herself off that cock. As her daughter-in-law gathered her unraveled robes and left, the Rajmata focused on the young man who was in slumber on the slab.
Or more precisely, on his cock.
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