Adultery A Royal Impregnation by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

When he touched and stroked it, Samyukta sucked in her breath and trembled. She fell back and he fell on her. Samyukta wrapped her legs around him and hammered Samar Singh's buttocks.

"Fill her," exulted the mother-in-law.

Samar Singh held those breasts in his merciless grip and supported his body on the Queen below.

"Take!" he screamed, "Here it comes! My darling! My Samyukta! My Queen! Yaaaaaaaaaah!"

"Yes, yes, yes, fill me, my love" sobbed Samyukta, tears streaming from her eyes. Her hands ran through Samar's hair, stroking his back. She felt very emotional about the desire this encounter had unleashed. The restrictions and the inability of Samar Singh to feast on her seemed unfair. She wanted to give him more, get more, take more, surrender more to this truly stud of a man.

The first shot surged out of Samar Singh and Samyukta wept out aloud, "Maaa! He has filled me. Oh god! Oh my God!"

Samar Singh had only the faintest recollection of the Rajmata's instructions on maximizing the spurts. After the first shot, during which he was deeply embedded in her, he collapsed on her. For one thing it was his first fuck and then the setting and the beauty of this woman was completely overwhelming. He lay on her, his body resting, her breasts crushed between them and his body jerking and convulsing. His semen spurted in several shots, some hard, others weak, some long and flowing, others were minor dribbles.

Samyukta stroked her soldier-lover. She owed him more. She smiled to herself, feeling his copious cum spread inside her. The job was done, but there was lot more to finish.

She kissed his ear, nibbling at it. She whispered into his ear soothing baby-talk and rocked her hips cradling his body into her own.

As the jerking settled down, both felt a pat on the shoulder; it was the Rajmata. It was the signal for them to separate.

"Mai aungi," Maharani Samyukta whispered into Samar Singh's ear. (I will come to you.) The young lad, a virgin no more, hoisted himself off his Queen. His top, though still on was drenched as was the Maharani's body, slick with his sweat. Or was it her's? Perhaps both.

As he lifted himself off, she held him with her heels and smiled at him knowingly. His weapon had barely lost any volume, in fact it was hard as ever.

"My God!" she whispered as the pillar caressed her on its way out. "Ummmmm!" she moaned as she felt a thrill from the touching.

The Rajmata delicately covered her daughter-in-law's breasts pulling together the ripped front panels of the blouse.

Samar Singh propped himself up and drew himself out.

"Really," whispered Samyukta.

"What?" asked the Rajmata.

The Maharani shamelessly slid her hand down and with forefinger and middle finger measured the thickness of Samar Singh's unflagging erection as it slid through her finger.

"See! He is hard and thick as ever," she remarked, her voice full of admiration.

"Ab aap jao!" ordered the Rajmata sharply to Samar Singh as her eyes fixated on the cum coated slab sliding out of her daughter-in-law's cunt. "Lucky bitch," she caught herself thinking of her son's wife. Even as Samar Singh responded to the order, both women abandoned all discretion and eyes latched on to the hard, unrelenting cock as it swung to and fro.

Maharani Samyukta allowed her fingers to linger and the cock to gently slip from her hand. Rajmata stared, wondering about the boy's 'availability' later that night. As they watched transfixed, Samar Singh gathered himself. He left the tent with the dhoti hastily wrapped around his waist. As was the custom, he walked away from them backing out of the tent, never turning his back to them.

Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law enjoyed the scene of the tenting of cloth between his legs to the very last moment.

It was now the Queen Mother's job to be custodian and caretaker of the carrier of the kingdom's heir; if the impregnation was successful. Something about the virile and energetic performance she witnessed told her it was a success.