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"Just got a text from Sneha." Krishan looked over at his sister. They were lounging in the main living room working on homework, a fire merrily crackling in the hearth. "We've got our first conference with a school mom on Friday."

"Has she ...?" Shriya looked up with her eyebrows bunched together. She wasn't sure that she wanted to ask the question. "Has she done it with Tarun yet?"

"Let me see." Krishan texted her. They sat in silence, listening to a log pop in the fireplace. Krishan's phone vibrated and he read the message. "She tried, but Tarun ran away. I'll tell her to keep trying."

"You know, if Tarun resists his gorgeous mom. These women are going to resist us." Shriya chewed on the end of her pencil, she lay on her stomach on the rug by the hearth, her feet slowly kicking the air. "It took us a long time to come around and see this was all for the best."

"Right." Krishan didn't want to tell her that he'd succumbed to Nayanthara and her proposal almost at once. Teenage boys didn't usually play hard to get, the evidence of Tarun notwithstanding.

"So, how are we going to convince these women to help us? It's a big ask." Shriya looked up to her brother where he sat on the couch.

"Maybe we should talk to our girlfriend." Krishan stood and offered a hand to Shriya. "She knows more about this stuff than we do."

"Good idea." Shriya took his hand and they went off looking for Ileana.

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"You want to make the demons more powerful?" Ileana folded laundry up in her room. She had neatly ordered piles for the family stacked all over her neatly made bed. Her knees had gone weak when the twins stepped into her room, but she tried to focus on the task at hand. She wanted to be useful to them Well, at least, she wanted to be useful beyond the pleasure she had learned to provide with her body.

"When you put it that way ..." Shriya frowned.

"We do." Krishan nodded. "It's the only way to get rid of vijay and for all."

"The enemy of my enemy ..." Ileana finished folding one of Krishan's shirts and placed it neatly on a pile. She then turned, and went over to her dresser. She rummaged around and returned to the twins holding a perfectly smooth, blue stone. The thing was spherical and about the size of a football. "This is a dreamstone. I had it sent to me to the replace the one that ... was lost."

"This will help us?" Krishan took the dreamstone from Ileana and looked at his distorted reflection in the shiny surface.

"Not like this." Ileana shook her head. She reached up and removed her hijab. She then slid out of her dress, standing before the twins in only her underwear. "The previous dreamstone accidentally acquired and magnified the power of House. If we put that power in this one too, it would help you."

"How do we do that?" Shriya thought she might have guessed as she watched Ileana remove her bra and panties and expose them to her beauty. Her bulging belly was plain as day now.

"Leave the dreamstone on the bed while we ... perform the acts the house desires." Ileana stepped over to Shriya, put her arms around the teenager's shoulders, and kissed her on the lips. As they made out, Ileana pulled her to the bed and they fell on the blanket, scatterine neatly folded piles of laundry.

"Nice." Krishan undressed and brought the dreamstone with him to Ileana's bed. Soon, he humped the woman from behind, while she pleased Shriya with her tongue.

When Krishan unloaded in Ileana's pussy, a fissure appeared on the dreamstone's smooth surface.

Shriya took a break, lying next to her brother as Ileana rode him. She watched the woman's ass shake, as she took great bounces on that long cock. Shriya then looked to the stone and saw pulsing red veins spreading along its smooth, blue surface.

Ileana switched to grinding her hips. She reached down and put her left hand on the dreamstone. It was warmer than usual, she looked down and saw the blue fading to black. "Krishan ... you're doing it ... you're making me ... uuuugggggghhhhh ... and you're making it ... turn ... ooooohhhhhhhh." With her hand still on the stone, Ileana trembled through a divine orgasm. The stone let out a crack, and the pulsing of its scarlet veins increased in tempo.

"It's working, Krish." Shriya's blue eyes reflected the red light as she put her hand on top of Ileana's.

"I'm going to ..." Krishan carelessly tossed his hand on top of theirs and grunted out another orgasm inside Ileana.

By the time Krishan finished his third climax inside his sister, the stone was black as pitch, and glowed quite fiercely. Ileana had been right. The dreamstone was the perfect vehicle for the house's power.

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Anushka stepped out of the shower and walked into her bedroom, towel wrapped around her chest. She was exhausted. The twins had come to her together with their needs and she had given them what they wanted for over an hour before dinner. It felt good to be clean and alone in her tidy bedroom. She walked over to the dresser, got out some panties, and shimmied them on. Anushka was ready to relax, read a book, and think about what to do about Karun and Hansika.

A knock sounded on the door, it swung open, and Krishan and Shriya walked in. They were both wearing flannel pajamas and looked ready for bed.

"Your husband is here." Krishan smiled at his mom, who stood with her towel on the floor around her feet and her arm covering enormous tits.

 

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"What?" Anushka wondered if Ganesh had somehow returned from his sister's.

"We didn't want you to be lonely, so we thought we'd be your husband until Dad gets back." Shriya walked past her mom into the bathroom and came back out with a hairbrush.

"I'll be half-a-husband." Krishan smiled, walked over to the bed, and fluffed the pillows.

"And I'm half-a-husband." Shriya giggled as she brushed her mom's long, brown hair.

Anushka frowned at her children. "I'm your mother, not your wife. Don't be crazy, you two."

"Well, in some ways you're like our wife." Krishan folded the covers back and slid into bed.

"I'm tired, Krish." Anushka sighed. It did feel nice to have someone brush her hair and fluff her pillows for her. "No more sex today."

Krishan and Shriya laughed, filling the room with warm, happy tones.

"What's so funny?" Anushka looked back at her daughter.

"It's ... just ..." Shriya's laughter faded and she finished brushing her mom's hair. "... that's what a wife would say. 'No sex tonight, honey. I'm tired.'"

"Anyway. We're not here for sex." Krishan bounced his head on the pillow until he found a comfortable spot. "We're sleeping in your room until Dad gets back."

"Oh, you are, huh?" Anushka let her arm drop, she didn't know why she bothered hiding her boobs from them. They saw her tits all the time and sucked her milk regularly. Just like Krishan's baby soon would. She shivered and rubbed her round belly.

"Yes." Shriya kissed her mom's smooth cheek, put the brush down, and climbed into bed with her brother. "We're your husband now."

"Fine." Anushka rolled her eyes. She'd humor them. She turned off the light and got into bed between them on her back. They both threw an arm over her chest and snuggled in. "There's something we have to talk about."

"A good marriage is built on communication." Krishan giggled and Shriya joined in.

When they'd quieted down, Anushka continued. "It seems your brother's marriage is on the rocks. Hansika and I had lunch today while you were at school. She'd like to separate from Karun."

"Oh, that's terrible," Krishan said without much conviction.

"Oh, yeah, too bad." Shriya didn't sound all that upset either.

"I know you two don't always see eye to eye with your brother, but this is serious. We need to help them with their marriage. He has a baby on the way." Anushka looked out the window into the darkness. It did feel good to have the twins snuggled up on either side of her.

"It's not his baby," Shriya whispered.

"Well, jeez." Anushka found them so hard to talk to sometimes. "That's not common knowledge."

"We'll help with their marriage." Krishan thought of trying a different tack.

"Yeah." Shriya caught on quickly. "Sorry. What do they need?"

"Well, Hansika wants to stay here while they take a little break. If she goes back to her parents' place, she won't get to see Karun to work on their issues. But if she's here, he'll be nearby." Anushka took a deep breath. Did this really make sense? She thought so. "So, I'm going to let her have one of the spare bedrooms. While she's here, I want you both to encourage her to reconcile with Karun. Okay?"

"Sure, Mom." Krishan smiled in the dark and rubbed his face against Anushka's shoulder. She smelled so fresh, clean, and wonderful.

"Sounds good." Shriya nodded against Anushka's other shoulder.

"Thank you. Now let's get some sleep." Anushka turned her head toward Krishan on the pillow, the top of his head resting on her chin. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Mom." Krishan gave Anushka a squeeze.

"Goodnight, Mom." Shriya found Krishan's hand and held it tight on top Anushka's chest.

They all drifted off to sleep.

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"You're welcome to stay as long as need be, Hansika." Anushka eyed her pregnant daughter-in-law as she hung dresses in the spare bedroom's closet. "I know ... um ... I know that you and ..." Anushka didn't know how she would talk about what needed to be said. "Well, let me just say that I really want you and Karun to reconcile your differences. But, if you want to spend time with Krishan while you're here, I'll give you your space."

"Wow, thank you, Anushka." Hansika smiled brightly. "That's very understanding. We both know how difficult it can be to go without Krishan for a while." Hansika watched with satisfaction as Anushka's eyes fell to the floor and her cheeks flushed. How could she still be a prude?

"Let me know if you need anything." Without making eye-contact, Anushka slipped out of the room.

Not thirty seconds later, Krishan strolled in and sat on the bed.

"Speak of the Devil, and he does appear." Hansika kept hanging her clothes, pretending indifference. "Your mother and I were just talking about you."

"Oh?" Krishan beamed at Hansika, admiring the contours of her dress as it draped over her generous backside.

"She wants me to reconcile with your brother."

"Boo." Krishan laughed.

"But she allowed that I might not be able to keep my hands off you." Hansika turned toward him and put a hand on her hip.

"Yeah?" Krishan looked her up and down. Pregnancy agreed with her. She looked round, full, and perfect. "And do you suppose that's true?"

"Oh, God, Krish." Hansika dropped to her hands and knees with a sly smile on her face. Her blue eyes sparkled. She crawled slowly toward him, her shoulder blades moving like a stalking cat. "Do you know how long I've wanted to live under this roof with you?"

"I do not." Krishan shook his head.

"I never want to leave." Hansika reached Krishan, sat between his legs, and fished his already hard dick out of his pants. "I want to have your baby. And then give you another baby, and another one, and another aapphhhhhh." She sucked him into her mouth.

"That's a lot of babies." Krishan gave her a dreamy smile as she pushed him down her throat. She was so good at that. "But it's not just me under this roof."

"Arrrrrmmmpppphhh?" Hansika looked up at him with an eyebrow raised, his massive cock stretched her lips to their limit. A line of drool escaped the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin.

"I'm sharing everything with Shriya now." Krishan pushed a strand of hair off her forehead. "Are you okay with that? Will you take care of my sister, too?"

Hansika nodded as much as the cock in her mouth would allow. That was a stupid question. Of course she would do anything Krishan asked. Even if it meant tasting another woman for the first time.

A short while later, Hansika rode that long, magnificent dick with great bounding strokes. Her boobs and belly shook and knocked into one another. "You got me, Krish. Oh ... ugh ... ugh ... God, you got me. I'm ... ah ... yours."

"Are you going back to Karun?" Krishan caught a glimpse of Nayanthara watching them from the closet, a wide smile on her freckled face. He aimed a thumbs-up in her direction.

"No ..." Hansika moaned as she looked down at her skinny brother-in-law.

"Did you ever love him?" Krishan was genuinely curious.

"Yes ... I did ..." Hansika's mind clouded as another orgasm crept up on her.

"And now?" Krishan watched her heavy tits collide together at their nadir over and over.

"I don't love him ... I ... love ... your dick ..." Hansika threw her head back, her body trembling. She stopped bouncing and her hips moved in small, quick circles. "I ... love ... you ... Krish ..." Admitting it to Krishan added an extra boost to her orgasm. The rest of her words were unintelligible. When she calmed some, she leaned forward and rested her face on the pillow next to Krishan's head. Sporadic shudders still ran through her. Her breasts smashed into his bony chest.

"I love you too." Krishan gently stroked her sweaty back. "I think I always have. But you'll have to share me. I love more than one woman."

"I ... don't mind ... sharing," Hansika panted. "I don't ... mind." Her hips rocked again.

"Good girl." He pushed her up a little so he could study her face. "Now ride me some more. I want to cum."

"I'll make you cum, I'll make you cum," Hansika chanted. And about five minutes later, she did just that.

to be continued...

 

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# Maharani

Deepika knew that while her father was alive and in good health she and her child were safe, but what if something were to happen to him?

She began preparing for that eventuality.

From the Brahmins she learnt how to read and write. She knew neither because it was not thought necessary for girls to be literate, not even those of high birth. So, she had to start at the bottom-- the alphabet. From there she progressed in leaps and bounds, eventually reading whatever she could get her hands on -- from the classics to the most modern tomes that her father had collected in the Royal Library. Concomitantly she sat down with the Brahmins everyday to learn about Philosophy, Religion, Economics, Governance, Warfare and anything else they cared to throw at her.

She learnt all the physical aspects of warfare -- hand to hand fighting, effective wielding of a sword, archery, and proficient horse riding. She was tall, lithe and well coordinated. Her strength would never be the equal of a man's but by using her natural attributes she was able to subdue most of the men she trained with.

She used Yoga to keep her body supple and strong and her mind sharp. She never indulged in alcohol or cannabis (not even during the spring festival of Holi when most people, men mainly, consumed large quantities of either and went wild). And her diet was strictly vegetarian.

Her father was so impressed with her that he made her his prime minister. To do this he had to retire the incumbent who was a distant cousin. This cousin went grumbling, about women not knowing their place, to his familial estates in a neighboring kingdom.

She knew then that she was finally safe. Because, if now something were to happen to her father she was in a position to declare herself as the next ruler and she would have the power of her position to back it up.

She had one addiction if you could call it that, just one chink in her otherwise impregnable armor. Yes this paragon of virtue had one flaw - she had developed an appetite for sex. Mahmud had opened up a part of her that she had not known existed. From a conventional woman who submerged her identity in the universal maleness of tradition she had progressed to recognizing her needs and aspirations and carving out a new identity for herself. Prominent in all this was her need for sex. She had to have sex constantly. Not every minute nor even every day -- she was not a nymphomaniac. But fairly regularly if she was to keep her mental equilibrium stable. And certainly not the male initiated sex that was the norm but sex in which she took a positive role and was at least an equal partner in the pursuit of gratification.

She chose her lovers carefully. Her first was a shy young man who worked in the royal stables. He was of a high caste but had fallen on bad times when his father had died suddenly. He was forced to work while a distant relative tried to arrange getting him married into a rich family.

She noticed him for the first time when she returned one day quite frazzled from trying to control her horse. These were the early days of her return to her father's kingdom. She was still learning the essentials of riding and her instructor had her mount this rather nervous horse. It had been a stressful time for both horse and rider.

The young man had soothed her horse into complete docility in next to no time. He had a powerful physique, broad shoulders and tree trunk thighs. But it was the gentleness and sensitivity with which he handled her horse that impressed her.

She observed him covertly from then on. The more she saw of him the more her desire to fuck him grew. He was eminently fuckable and eminently available. But she was not going to let her lust screw up her secure existence. She made certain that efforts to get him married were underway and that he would most likely be hooked up with a woman from another Kingdom. Then, she made her move.

She turned up at the stables one day when she knew he would be the only attendant. He was working on one of the King's horses; busy grooming it, so it would look handsome and regal for the upcoming Shivratri festival when the King would ride in royal splendor to the Shiv temple to seek the blessings of the Destroyer.

He was sweating from his exertion. And smelling of it too. The sheer maleness of the smell only heightened her lust. Dear God, she was ready to be fucked if the stench of sweat made her horny! A long time, or so it seemed, had elapsed since Mahmud's prong had left her willing cunt unfilled. She draped her willowy frame against a mud wall and observed archly, "What would it take to rub me down like that?" She was not going to waste time getting to the point.

So engrossed was he in his grooming that her voice startled him. He fell forward and almost got kicked by the horse for his trouble. He ended up under the stallion on his back looking up at her with a silly look on his face. "Really," she said impishly, her hands behind her back pressed up against the wall, her left leg bent at the knee with a comely foot resting on the wall behind her, "all I asked for was a rub down and look at you, ready to perform in a dance drama." "Ga, ga," he offered from his supine pose. "No silly, not Ganga. Maybe Shakuntala if you know your dance dramas at all."

Then, relenting, she pulled him up into a sort of standing position. Sort of, because the presence of the King's daughter had flexed him into a question mark broken only by both his hands closed into fists under his chin. It was all he could do to stop his teeth from chattering. He was in the presence of royalty, embarrassed and frightened - this was the King's daughter. A Princess, no less. He may be of high caste but knew his place in society. He had been brought up giving deference to royalty.

Then the full meaning of what she had said sank in. Still trembling he looked up at her -- could she be serious, a rub down from him? He was young, with the horniness that goes with youth and so despite his subservient position in the social order, sexual excitement coursed like a red hot fire through every fiber of his being, snapping his cock into erection.

He had worshipped her from afar, for her beauty, her lissome figure, the freedom of her movements, her tall regal bearing, her unaffected friendliness and ravishing smile. Completely unattainable, only to be viewed from the corner of the eyes with the head bent in respect. But now he gazed head on at her, in wonder, at the coquettish expression on her face.

Deepika took his hands away from under his chin and gently stroking them, said, "So strong so rough from all the hard work." Then she moved her hands over his face, "So prickly," she cooed. He had not visited the barber for a few days. Then her hands moved onto his shoulders, then chest and then gradually further south, inexorably moving down. No point in wasting time, she was horny!

He began squirming with embarrassment. "Oo," she chuckled, "the young man has been having bad thoughts," as her hands found his rock hard penis.

She slipped a hand under his clothes and grasped his naked and very stiff prick. He gasped and almost passed out. This divine being, this deity, had actually held his cock in her perfect hand! His next excited exhalation showered her face with a fine mist of spittle.

While one hand daintily wiped her face the other was busy stroking his raging cock. Her stroking of his penis had its desired effect. After all this was a horny young man with the object of his virginal desires fondling his cock. In next to no time he felt a fire in his groin and then in the next instant with a groan he came; prolonged and in copious amounts, coating them both in slime.

Very embarrassed now that his fire was spent, he did his best to move away. But she would not let his penis out of her grasp. She relentlessly kept on caressing his now semen slick organ through his orgasm, not letting his proud member shrink. She released the string that held up his trousers and with an authoritative upward movement of her head made him remove his upper garment so that he stood naked as the day he was born, before her. She moved closer and ran her lips over his, even as her free hand encircled his head and drew him in. Her tongue crept out and sensuously played with his lips. He gasped more with shock than embarrassment.

Then as she continued playing sensuously with him, the natural horniness of a young man took over. He awkwardly groped her breasts. When she made no move to stop him, he got more adventurous and moved his hand under her blouse and clasped a naked breast. He felt the rubbery nipple and softly pinched it. To his delight it firmed up and seemed to crave more attention.

Now he was really getting into it. His embarrassment was waning even as his lust was waxing. His other hand now found her mound and got busy massaging it. Again, when she showed no resistance he pushed it under her clothes. He almost died when he felt the luxurious pubic hair and soft vaginal lips. And when he shoved a finger past the soft squishy petals, she let out an involuntary gasp. This prompted him to kiss her pure lips and she responded by shoving her tongue into his mouth. Briefly their tongues played together even as he worked his finger in and out of her cunt. Then she held his face firmly in her hands and pushed it downwards till it was level with the fork in her thighs, his finger came uncorked as his mouth reached her thighs. She released her sari and underclothes in one fell move and they crumpled at her feet. She daintily stepped out of them and pressed his face into her naked hairy feminine center.

 

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The horny young man had no idea what was expected of him. His nostrils were filled with the smell of her arousal. Repugnant, yet so enticing. Tentatively his tongue brushed her vaginal lips. She sighed with pleasure. This encouraged him to carry on. Eager to please he proceeded to lavish the whole area with excited attention from his tongue. He slurped his way to her clitoris and then thrust his muscular oral organ into her cunt. In and out and round and round till he had Deepika cooing with pleasure. So good were his unsophisticated lingual excursions that she almost came on his tongue.

Abruptly she pushed him off her cunt and pulled him up to a standing position. Then she hauled him off and pressed him down on to a pile of freshly cut grass in a corner of the stables. Bending down she stroked his half erect cock back to its full glory. Then she mounted him and taking hold of his cock gradually introduced it into her cunt. Oh, the glorious feeling as she sank down on him. Once again a hard cock was filling her cunt. She lifted herself off and then sank down, gradually building up to a steady tempo. The young man had been completely enthralled till now, his senses overwhelmed. Now he craved more and lifting his head, suckled on one, then, the other perfect breast. His hands found her hips and began pulling her onto him with each of her downward thrusts.

She held out as long as she could, wanting to savor the sensation and the intimacy she felt but all the excitement after months of deprivation caught up with her and she came with a prolonged and loud moan and a gush of her vaginal fluids on his prick.

He now took over and holding her hips firmly continued ramming her now drooping form from below. Hammering his prick into her even as she passively rose and fell on his cock, massaging those perfect buttocks, feeling the softness and giving nature of her being, his tongue entwined with hers sipping her saliva like he was sucking the nectar from a flower, till he too came with a protracted grunt and a whoosh.

Quickly she came to life. She dismounted and gathering her clothes, dressed hurriedly. She knew it was almost time for the stable master to come around on his evening rounds. Promising to see the young man again if he kept his mouth shut, she left, leaving behind a very satisfied young man who resumed grooming the King's horse, after he clothed himself, with a smile on his lips and a song in his heart.

And she kept her promise, arranging to meet him at suitable times and places. The palace and its immediate environs had numerous places just made for trysts if one chose the time and the place very carefully. And she was very careful!

He fucked her from behind, standing up, in the gardeners' tool shed at the secluded far end of the Royal Garden (in the early afternoon when she knew it was siesta time for the gardeners); feasting his eyes on her perfect buttocks as his cock slithered in and out of her cunt. Or they climbed up to the roof of the women's section of the palace in the heat of the midday sun when everyone was resting indoors. Using the clothes hung up there for drying as shade, she lay down on a bed of semi dry clothes and let him have his way with her. Or hidden in the forest around the palace, he held her naked form against a tree as he pronged her with her long legs sinuously wrapped around him. She sucked his cock in the cow herd's shed till he came in her beautiful mouth, then she rode him on a pile of hay right beside an uninterested cow with bursting udders. Or in the throne room at a time of day when it was closed for business she had him tongue her to an orgasm as she regally posed nude and naughty on the ornate throne itself.

Because time was always at a premium their copulation was frantic. She wished at times that their love making could be more relaxed and languid, like it had been with Mahmud. But she would take whatever she could get. At least it helped keep her sanity.

A whole year went by. So besotted was he with her that he rejected every girl that was offered to him. She then sat him down one day and laid out in plain language the nitty gritty facts. There was no future for them. A widow was a non person. She ceased to exist at the moment of her husband's death. Fucking him was pure joy but it was time for them both to move on. He must get married. With his sensitivity and fucking prowess he would make a girl very happy. She must continue and do whatever destiny had in store.

And the young man moved on. Unhappily; but only until his wedding night when he beheld for the first time his sexy bride and the uninhibited fashion in which she held his cock and sheathed it in her willing cunt. For Deepika other lovers followed. All very carefully chosen and discarded at the most opportune time.

During the third year of her tenure as prime minister, her father fell gravely ill. He quickly handed over all power to her and forced the Brahmins to install her as queen. And in a fortnight he was gone.

She mourned him for quite a long time. He had been a wonderful and loving father. He left behind a great void in her life that would take a long time to fill. But life must go on and in the fullness of time the blackness lifted and the numbness lessened and she began living again.

Her first act as queen was to ban sati or the practice of having widows immolate themselves on their dead husband's pyre. Next, she wrote laws allowing women to inherit property. This incensed most men in her kingdom but nobody dared object because she was popular with the people and had the complete loyalty of the army.

The deposed prime minister had a lot to say about this. He convinced the king of the neighboring kingdom of Rewari to attack. The deposed prime minister of course had his own reasons but to the king of Rewari the two most important points were that the kingdom was prosperous and the queen was young and inexperienced.

Were they in for a surprise! The queen was ready for them and then some. In short order the invading king was vanquished and his kingdom annexed. In fact so easy was the conquest that Deepika looked about for suitable neighbors to conquer. She knew she was a target -- a young woman in charge of a prosperous kingdom. But why wait like a sitting duck to be hit? I will get them before they get me, she thought, and went on the offensive. So she began usurping the smaller kingdoms around Alwar and started thinking about the really large ones around her like Gwalior to the south and Ajmer to the west.

She started touring her expanding kingdom. To learn first hand about the land and the people and also moving publicly through her realm allowed her to bond with the populace. It worked; because wherever she went large crowds came out to greet her entourage. Her popularity grew by leaps and bounds.

 

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One day she was on the northwestern border of her kingdom looking up at a segment of the Aravalli Mountains beyond which lay the kingdom of Ajmer. Suddenly out of the jungle in the distance exploded a running man. He had barely traveled forty fast paces when behind him came two horsemen. The running man who appeared rather large even at this distance suddenly swerved, then stopped and picked up a huge rock. Holding it with both hands he whirled his body round and round and then let go of the rock. The spinning rock hit the first chasing horseman squarely in the chest and lifted him off his own horse and into the path of the closely following horse and rider, knocking the horse over and unseating the rider who fell on his neck. All this happened at lightning speed. In an instant the man was running at full throttle again; behind him from the jungle burst forth four more horsemen.

The queen had enough of this. She sent out ten horsemen from her entourage with orders to stop the charging horsemen and bring the running man to her unharmed. At the sight of the queen's men bearing down on them while yelling for them to stop the four horsemen turned and fled. The running man stopped and calmly awaited the queen's men. He was brought to the queen. Of the men he had knocked off with the rock, one was badly injured, the other had just had the wind knocked out of him and was dazed but unharmed. She had them both taken into custody.

The man who was being chased was huge. Not just ordinary huge but outrageously huge. A giant; an outrageously huge giant. It was obvious now why he could twirl that heavy rock as if it were a pebble and knock the horsemen off their horses. His skin was black as coal and glistening with sweat from his recent exertion, a forest of unkempt hair covered his face and unruly locks fell off his head matted together and brown with dirt to his shoulders. "Why were you running and why were those men chasing you?" He looked at her with an expressionless face and clear black eyes, the black centers accentuated by the pure whites of his eyes. Queen Deepika had never encountered such an honest gaze. For a moment as she looked into those eyes she felt like she had known him forever, like she could see his soul. "Are you Queen Deepika?" a deep rumbling resonating voice; the diction and accent without a caste inflection.

Instead of making the insolent fool answer her question the queen found herself answering, "Yes." He bowed his head, folded his hands together and fell to his knees, "I have been looking for you. I place myself at your mercy. Do with me as you please. I know you are a fair person and will deal with me justly," he paused for a moment and looked directly at her with those clear black eyes, "I killed a man accidentally. But his father did not think so and has been trying to have me killed ever since." One of her lieutenants asked him nervously, "What do you want from the queen?" for even on his knees this fellow came up to his chin. "I want her protection. I am tired of running." Still on his knees, still with bowed head and folded hands. It was bordering on the ridiculous. Here was this huge giant asking for protection. Except of course they had seen his relentless pursuers and there was this clear honesty in his demeanor.

The queen turned to one of her lieutenants and said, "Take this man to the palace and place him in the dungeon under the Royal Guards' supervision. Treat him well. I will listen to his story and act accordingly when I return." She still had a few towns and villages to visit.

When she got back to her palace she had the giant brought to her. Except for his size, it would have been impossible to recognize him. He had bathed and then the barber had shaved the jungle of a beard off his face and shorn his head of its scraggly curly locks. New clothes even though they were too small for him, made him look like a human being again. A quite good looking human the queen noted. "What is your name?" she had to start somewhere. "Goray Lal," he said in that deep reverberating voice, like a lion's growl resounding in a bottomless well, and then added, "I am an outcaste." She could have guessed that from his black skin but his diction and language were that of a high caste person. Puzzled she said, "But you speak like one of high birth." "I was trained well my queen. But I am by birth a cleaner of shit."

Okay, thought the queen lets quickly move on, "You say you killed a man by accident. Explain." "He was beating my mother and I asked him to stop. When he did not I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder. He fell on a sharp object. It penetrated his skull and he died instantly. His father was a very wealthy man and the man I had killed, an only child. He has never forgiven me." He looked directly into her eyes as he spoke. She was moved to believe him, such was the power of his honesty. Besides which she had checked on his story. She had had the four horsemen followed, cornered and questioned. They turned out to be mercenaries **censored** to kill this guy. They did not know why he had to be killed and they did not care. Their only concern was how they were going to claim their money.

The two men she had taken into custody also came up with the same story. The badly injured one was actually doing better and it looked like he would survive. "You ask for my protection. But of what use can you be to me in return?" "I am a fully trained warrior. Make me a part of your Royal Guard. In exchange for your protection I will give you my undivided loyalty." Who could doubt his sincerity? She thought as her eyes traveled over his person. A truly magnificent body, aha, she thought with a gleam in her eye, we shall see.

She made him a part of her Royal Guard, and observed him over the next few months. He proved to be a disciplined soldier who followed orders, lived by army rules, and melded into becoming just another member of the Royal Guard. His place in the Guard was secured when the annual competition between various factions of the army took place. It consisted of running, jumping, archery, wrestling, and the ancient team game of kabaddi. Thanks largely to him; the Royal Guard topped every other division of the Army in the competition.

She was fascinated by him, she had to admit. His physical attributes were crowned by his honesty and intelligence. Then there was this sheer animal magnetism about him. Rapidly her lust to fuck him grew and clouded her thinking. Matters were made worse by the fact that she had no one to fuck her at present. Her last lover had been dispatched some time ago.

She redoubled her Yogic exercises till her mind cleared up. Then she thought her way through - Yes; he was an outcaste by birth, a cleaner of shit as he put it, but what difference would that make to her cunt? Did his caste status matter at all? Not to her, but maybe to her subjects. However, nobody need know. She had kept all her other affairs secret, no reason why she couldn't this one. And even if rumors arose she had an ear to the ground and would be able to counter them in a timely fashion. All said and done at the end of the day she was a queen, a potentate, a ruler of some substance with the full backing of an adoring populace. What did she have to worry about? All right then, she concluded, let's see how this plays out.

But on the other hand, maybe this Goray Lal guy was frigid. Did he not look at her with doe like eyes like she was a goddess or something? Maybe that was what he was: a religious freak with no lusty human feelings. Recently, she had hit upon a guy only to discover he preferred men. Boy, was that embarrassing or what. Maybe this giant was a homo or a eunuch. All right, all right, she calmed her fevered imagination, let us give him a shot and see what happens.

A few days later, she met with members of the Royal Guard, in her private chambers, adjacent to the throne room. She had invited the king of Karauli to visit and wanted to make certain that security was in order. Her reason for inviting the king of this kingdom south of Alwar was devious. She wanted to annex Karauli but without bloodshed. She hoped to stun him with the military might of her kingdom and at the same time impress him with the prosperity of her people. She would offer him an annual purse and security to let him pursue his present lifestyle without the burden of ruling. Across the river Chambal, bordering Karauli on the south, lay Gwalior. That was the real prize.

Without telling them her real intentions, she made certain that the officers of the Royal Guard understood that this upcoming visit was very important. Nothing could go wrong, else heads would roll. Details of a conducted tour for the king were worked out. The guard would be his escort. It took some time for all the particulars to be nailed down, but finally it was done. She felt mentally drained. She ordered cool lime water to be brought and all except Goray Lal out of the room. "Tell me what do you think about my arrangements?" "Your highness they are excellent." "But you are not satisfied." "No, I am satisfied with your planning. Just puzzled; why go to so much trouble for a minor visit from a minor king?" She sighed and then pondered and then trusted her instincts. She told him of her plans to annex Karauli.

His face lit up as the full meaning of what he had heard hit him, "Brilliant. That is why you have most of the army camped on the border with Karauli going through battle exercises!" Then he thought for a moment and added, "But Karauli is so little of what use is annexing it to your majesty?" She looked at him with expressionless eyes. She trusted nobody and had already told this giant more than she should have. And in any case she had detained him not to discuss her future plans but to feel him out regarding a possible sexual liaison. "Well I see that you have settled in very well with the Guards." But he was still thinking things through, "Gwalior! That is your goal!"

She stiffened and gave him the full benefit of that icy stare that had made grown men pee in their pants. "I am sorry my queen, perhaps I misspoke," said Goray Lal, quavering -- he was not immune to the icy treatment. But then the excitement of his discovery took over, "What a brilliant strategy! Annex the kingdoms around Gwalior and gradually squeeze it into submission. Without a great deal of bloodshed you would have more than doubled your kingdom!" Those clear honest black eyes shone with admiration and adulation. She relented, "So now you know. What do you plan on doing with this information?" He fell to his knees as soon as he understood the full import of her question, "My queen, I have no ambition but to serve you. I have no loyalty but to you. You are my sovereign. I live or die by your will." She believed him. Now, she thought, let us see if this guy wants to fuck. "Are you married?" He rose up slowly, puzzled, "umh, no." "Well then what do you do, then, when you need to do -- you know what I mean?" He was not at all sure what he was being asked, but he was not going to chance offending this paragon of virtue, "Yes my queen, yes, I know what you mean." "Do you like women?" She had to be sure that this guy was not a homo. "Yes your majesty I do." "Well that is what I meant, what do you do when you want a woman?" "My queen," he said, exhaling with relief, "for an outcaste that is not a problem. The usual societal constraints do not apply to outcaste women."

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So he was not a homo. But he had plenty of women. How could she get him interested in her? She was horny. She had not had sex for quite a while. She was not a natural born seductress. Put all three together and what you get is directness. "What do you think of me?" asked the queen, moving her hands down in front of her from her head to her feet, curving her long and lithe body into a seductive pose. Without thinking he stated what was ever present in his mind, "I think you are a great and just queen, a goddess, a ....," his voice trailed off, his throat suddenly felt dry and constricted. Her body language, the look in her eyes, told him that was not the response she was looking for. Oh my god! Was it possible?

He stood silent as the message of her archly raised eyebrows, inviting look and sensual swaying of her long and lithe body reached his consciousness. His cock reacted quickly.

An involuntary gasp escaped her as her eyes reached his groin. The draw string trousers he wore could not disguise his rising member. He wore no protective underwear. There was no mistaking it; his penis was tenting his trousers halfway to his knees. My god she thought what did it look like and what was it like, fully erect?

His eyes followed her gaze.

As if he could read her mind he dropped his draw string trousers and stepped out of them. He took off his top and stood naked in front of her. A mass of hair covered his black torso and legs, punctuated by a jungle over his pubic area from which his expanding cock protruded like a battering ram. He held it in his hand and began stroking it. It swelled up some more and a drop of thick fluid appeared at the tiny opening on the huge dark purple head.

Black, heavy, thick and very long, like a snake it jutted out from his loins, seeking its prey. However unlike a snake it was not curvy and sinuous but ramrod straight and iron hard. His lips curled in sneering lust as he crudely made thrusting motions with his pelvis.

 

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While one huge hand closed around his penis, massaging it softly with practiced ease, the other held up his dangling balls almost offering them to her with each forward thrust of his pelvis. She felt like someone had kicked her in the pit of her stomach as she gazed with apprehension at his horse cock. It had enormous veins running in a mesh on its surface and the dark skin glowed fiercely. The head, almost as big as her fist, shone proudly purple as he spread the secretions from the piss hole all over it.

She stood mesmerized, her breath coming in gasps. Moving suddenly he picked her up as if she were a feather and flung her on the soft divan. In a moment he had flicked her sari over her hips and removed her undergarments. Then to her utter surprise he buried his face in her crotch. With loud slurping sounds he proceeded to tongue lash her labial folds and clitoris. When she cried out involuntarily with pleasure he suddenly rammed his tongue into her vagina and fucked her vigorously with it. His style was rough and savage as opposed to the sophisticated and languid style of Mahmud. But it was thoroughly erotic and very exciting. And she had gone a long while without a man.

He slurped her milky thighs leaving a saliva trail all the way to her labia which he proceeded to devour in right earnest. He teased her clitoris with his tongue making it blossom and her tiny pistol roared out of its enslaving sheath. A thousand explosions went off in her head as she held his head and rubbed her clitoris vigorously on his moist tongue. Before long she was moaning her way to the first of many orgasms she would have that evening.

This was worship for him. Worship at the altar of her cunt. The cunt of a goddess. Gloriously pink and soft, more beautiful in reality than anything he had ever imagined. Yes, he had fantasized about fucking this gorgeous woman, never allowing himself to even think that it would ever be possible. Yet here he was, inhaling the celestial aroma, tasting the heavenly nectar of this impossible to reach cunt. He almost came at that thought. But no, he controlled himself, he had to enter her and make certain this was not a dream. Would she let him?

He stood up and spread her legs, preparing to enter the temple of his dreams. She gasped in disappointment as his tongue left her cunt. Her eyes went wide with apprehension as she opened them and saw him getting ready to penetrate her with that impossible cock. Yet she made no move to get away, in fact her legs moved further apart. When he looked up at her, along with trepidation there was lust and anticipation on her face.

Gently he inserted his cock and pushed against her silky labial folds. They gracefully parted and accepted the end of his knob. Slowly he withdrew and pushed in again and repeated this softly and tenderly till the entire thick head was completely sheathed. He stopped moving, savoring the moment and the clingy slick warm feeling around his giant knob. Then he continued the in and out movement of his cock, a little bit more forcefully now, managing to enter a little more with each thrust. He could feel he was close to coming. He looked up at her beautiful face, her mouth was open with lust, her breathing labored, he looked down at his embedded cock head pistoning in and out and he could hold back no more. He came with a loud cry and in the throes of his climax he involuntarily forced more than half of his cock into her.

She felt the warm fluid gushing into her and it triggered another orgasm. Then she felt it trickling out and running onto her thighs and buttocks. And still he continued to come! There was so much that when he finally stopped she felt her buttocks were sliding on a bed of the slick and slimy stuff. He remained rock hard with half his cock still sheathed. He eased himself down on her and tasted her lips. When her tongue came out to meet his he went wild with lust and began hammering his cock into her cunt. He was going to sheath the whole damn thing in her, fuck her to extinction. He was a horny guy mad with lust and she was just another willing cunt. Gone were any thoughts of her as an untouchable goddess. She let out a cry, partly in lust, partly in pain. He took hold of her legs and forced them wide open, then pushed them up till her perfect knees were by her head, her Yoga trained joints allowing her knees to go way outside her shoulders. He straightened a bit at the knees to get the angle right. Then he proceeded to ram into her till his cock was completely embedded and his pubic hair was rubbing against hers.

She had never felt so stuffed in her life. This was like giving birth to a baby. She felt as if her insides had been ripped open. And yet she felt lust and satisfaction beyond anything she had ever felt.

 

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With his cock completely sheathed he stopped thrusting. He moved to free her breasts from her blouse. She helped in the process till his hands closed over her naked breasts. He kneaded each and then worshipped each flawless milky white breast and pink nipple with his tongue. Then he began moving again. In and out went his huge cock with her wet and hot vagina clasping it lovingly. Slowly at first, then with gathering speed as his lust took over, he rammed her. She could feel every nerve ending in her cunt. Every now and then he would slow things down by withdrawing completely to let his prick hang in mid air. She would grunt her disapproval at the sudden emptiness only to cry out as he thrust back in and completely sheathed his cock in one fell move. Gradually he again got to the point of no return and when he went beyond it, he flooded her vagina with a deep and prolonged and satisfied grunt. And once again this triggered another orgasm for her.

She reached between them for his cock, slimy and slick with their combined secretions. "My god it is still hard! Does this thing ever go soft?" She marveled.

She pushed him off her and made him stand up whilst she sat at the edge of the divan. She reached again for his cock and began licking the knob, then the underside and then gradually worked her lips around the gargantuan shaft. She could only get half of it down before she gagged. She knew there would be other times and she knew she would persist till she was able to swallow the whole damned thing. She loved a challenge!

He almost came the moment she began licking his cock. This perfect being, this goddess, was actually stooping to lick the cock of an outcaste, lick a cock that was slimy and filthy with both their fluids! As he watched her attempts at swallowing it, his lust was overcome with tenderness and love. He gently fondled her face, "My queen, my goddess, I love you. I am your slave. Do with me whatever you please."

She looked up at him with her lovely grey green eyes and saw only sincerity and honesty. She was amazed how he could switch from earthy lust which made him fuck her savagely to this cow like devotion. Not that she was complaining, only hoping that their relationship would stay this way, so she could retain control, otherwise she could see herself being completely overwhelmed by this outcaste giant and his outsized cock.

Gently, he removed her mouth from his cock and pulled her up to a standing position. He removed her blouse and then between them they got her sari and petticoat off till she was nude. She stood naked, tall and proud in front of him and he stepped back to admire her fully. He was awestruck. Never had he seen a more perfect female form. He fell to the ground and began kissing her feet. She let him. At first her natural instinct was to move away but then a perverse thrill at being worshipped took hold and she let the fool continue.

Gradually, his kissing worked upwards. Up her legs, up her thighs, up to her glorious cunt. Now his lust took over and he once again flung her on the divan and began orally assaulting her cunt. And once again all the oral stimulation was rapidly bringing her to the edge. She forcefully pushed his face off her cunt and as he looked at her questioningly she pushed him onto his back. His magnificently erect penis looked black and lovely as she took hold of it and then began licking it with tender care. Then she rose up and lowered herself on it. Slowly she descended on his cock, working her hips up and down, till his massive appendage was completely sheathed in her cunt. Then she went to work, rocking back and forth, working his cock with her wet and willing cunt. He looked up at her and saw concentrated lust on her face as she assuaged the itch in her vagina. Her lips were parted, her eyes faraway, her nostrils flared. His hands came up to steady her rhythmically moving breasts, whose up and down swaying movement just fractionally lagged behind her hips. Then he moved his hands down over the concavity of her waist to her taut buttocks. He felt her butt muscles contracting with each downward thrust of her body.

The clenching of her buttock muscles so inflamed him that he began lifting her by her buttocks off his cock and then pummeling her down onto its considerable length. His enormous strength allowed him to pick her up by her haunches and fling her down on his gigantic cock like a rag doll. She felt like she had no control, just a plaything in this giant's hands. It filled her with terror, yet because her cunt felt so filled and wonderful, it was pleasurable terror. In fact it felt so good that as she was hoisted up and then brutally brought down, she came with a prolonged cry. Once again she had climaxed, unexpectedly and without any prior notice. His movements got more frantic till he rammed her down on his cock and kept her there to receive his copious slimy offering. She felt the hot fluid gush into her in pulses of pleasure.

Boy, this giant felt so good! She wanted him again and again. And she got him again and again. In the next few months as Karauli was annexed, Goray Lal pumped his queen's cunt in and around the palace in many locations and many positions.

 

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But these were all brief encounters. Satisfying in their own right, but she wanted more. More time to really indulge herself and thoroughly get fucked. So she went ahead and planned for it; for a long tryst of passion in her private chambers.

One evening, as usual, guards were posted outside her chambers. They were given strict orders not to allow anybody to disturb the queen. Again, nothing unusual; this happened quite often, the queen needed time for herself. What was unusual was that Goray Lal was already inside, unbeknownst to them. He had been seen riding off earlier with a message from the queen to one of her generals. He had quietly turned around and left his horse with a trusted friend (who had been told that Goray Lal was on a secret mission and had to travel incognito). He had made his way on foot and had slipped quietly into the queen's chambers.

The queen made certain the guards were alert and all entrances securely locked. Then she made her way back to her bed chamber where Goray Lal waited for her. An involuntary gasp escaped her when she first caught sight of him. Wasting no time he had divested his huge frame of all clothing. Naked and proudly erect he stood by her bed, languidly massaging his cock. The size of that cock still sent shivers down her spine and yet filled her with mad lust. He moved towards her with open arms and she thrust herself willingly into his hot embrace. Gently he kissed her. First her lips, and when they opened he sucked on her tongue. Her tongue met his and they dueled as only practiced lovers can, slithering, entwining and separating to meet again in sizzling passion.

Then he kissed her eyelids as they closed over the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Her cheeks and then he kissed his way down her long sculptured neck. When he reached the top of her heaving breasts he lost all control.

He ripped her blouse off and buried himself in her perfect orbs, sucking wantonly on one and then the other nipple. Her fresh wholesome smell enveloped and incited him as he worked his way down her abdomen. He removed her sari and undergarments and buried his nose in her luxuriant pubic hair. He moved his head back and gazed up past her wonderful breasts to her beautiful face which was looking down at him with wonderment and lust. He rose up and holding her hand led her naked form to the sumptuous royal bed.

He laid her down and crawled between her parted legs to the essence of her sex. Softly, lovingly, he sucked on her labial lips drawing them out one by one. He moved to her clitoris and teased it with his tongue. He worked his tongue into her vagina and played with her clitoris with a finger. Tongue and finger rhythmically toiled till his labor bore fruit and she felt the start of an orgasm. Her cunt opened wide, her legs completely parted and she held his head with both hands banging it against her pubis. She crested the wave and came on his tongue with a prolonged groan, flooding his face with sticky fluid.

He kept lapping at her cunt till he was certain she was done. Certain that he had satisfied her; his queen, his goddess, his all. The quiet affectionate way in which her hands were now caressing his head between her legs told him so.

Gently, he moved his head out from between her thighs and rose up on his hands and moved himself up her body on his hands, till his tautly erect cock was in line with her cunt. He fell on her; his mouth meeting hers as his cock hovered above her widely spread thighs. Softly and gently he entered her. Entered into what was for him heaven. Gradually his cock entered her wet and welcoming cunt and worked itself rhythmically in and out till it was buried to its root. He rose up on his hands and looked down at her, at her lust ridden visage, with his massive cock buried to the hilt in her cunt. An overwhelming feeling of accomplishment filled him. He had once again fulfilled his dream. He had possessed his goddess, his love, his dream.

Then his earthy lust took over. He began pummeling her cunt with his cock, his massive body pressed firmly on her frame and his tongue down her throat. And all he wanted to know now was who else had been down her feminine center to heaven.

"How many, how many, how many," he grunted in rhythm with the motion of his cock, as he pulled out almost completely only to thrust the whole thing back again into her wet and willing vagina over and over again. Just rhetorical, "how many," not a question but a statement fuelled by his jealousy as he thought of other cocks that had invaded her cunt. The cunt of this perfect woman, this goddess, this person with whom he now realized he had fallen hopelessly in love. Fuelled by regret that others had been there before and most likely others would follow. He wanted to be the only one, the sole possessor of her body. A veritable cascade of emotions rumbled through him as he worked his cock in and out. Jealousy, regret, sadness and fear because he could not imagine this goddess letting him fuck her forever, could never love him like he loved her.

Then he made up his mind -- he was going to fuck her every way and in every orifice while he could, before she discarded him. An earthy solution for an ethereal problem; his way of solving problems, and he went to work straight away.

He stuck his tongue right down her throat. Just as she abandoned herself to sucking on it, he pulled out and thrust his fingers in instead. He collected her saliva and in one fell swoop pushed his tongue back into her mouth and his saliva coated index finger up her bum.

She cried out in pain and surprise and almost bit his tongue in half. Before she had gotten over the initial pain and astonishment he had shoved his middle finger in as well. Tears involuntarily welled up in her eyes. He licked them passionately and said, "Nothing like the pain you will feel when my cock will rip your ass apart. Yes, now I want your ass. I want to take you like a filthy outcaste woman and have you lick my cock after it has defiled your ass." All the time his cock went in and out and never did her cunt deny it entry. "And you will get used to it, my queen, for this humble servant will fuck your ass after that, many times, in many ways."

Oh my god she thought, how can I get this guy into his goddess worshiping mode? I can't take this thing up my ass! No way! It feels wonderful in my cunt now, but it did take a lot of getting used to. Up my bum hole, oh god, it will destroy it. She remembered how Mahmud's prick had felt going up her ass the first time. And this guy was way bigger than Mahmud.

He sneered down at her, "How many have you had up your ass, my queen?"

She had been buggered royally by a few but none as big as this weapon pounding her cunt. Mahmud was the first defiler of her shit hole. And come to think of it there had been only one other. Mainly because her sexual liaisons were short and hectic to preserve their secrecy. But this one guy had persisted after he had fucked up her up her cunt. He was a carpenter, a distant relative of the Royal carpenter. She had got him to fuck her from behind in a secluded corner of the Royal garden on a hot and humid afternoon.

 

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After they were done he persisted on leaning on her as his cock continued to move inside her cunt in its semi erect state. She should have moved off but for some reason stayed as she was. Very soon his cock hardened to its full potential. He spat on his fingers and introduced one into her ass.

Gradually he worked another spit riddled finger into her bum hole even as his cock continued fucking her cunt. Quick as a flash he removed his fingers and stuck his cock into her ass. He spat on it as he advanced it further into her rectum. It felt like a fire had erupted in her anus. She cried out in pain but he persisted in pushing more of his cock in till the whole fucking thing was embedded. Now he began ramming her ass while his fingers worked on her cunt. She felt the pain being replaced by a feeling of wantonness, of lust, of wanting him to bugger her to extinction. And he proceeded to do just that. He roughly held onto her hips as he savagely ploughed into her ass. He was lost in a haze of lust and moved in and out only to satisfy his lust. Yet his fingers in her cunt and on her clitoris were rapidly bringing her to a boil as well. So well was the whole exercise orchestrated that they both came together, with him depositing his spunk in her rectum even as she gushed on to his fingers.

It was satisfying but she did not like the fact that she had lost control of the situation. She enjoyed the buggering but not the fact that he had initiated it without her consent. That was the last time they met. She pulled unseen strings and had him sent away to a far off kingdom.

And now she remembered that the young man's cock had been very efficient but pretty average in size. Even Mahmud, big as he was, was not in the same league as this black giant. Goray Lal's cock was almost as long as her forearm and as thick as her closed fist. "My God," she thought, "it will feel like a battering ram."

Desperately she asked, "Have you fucked anyone's ass with this thing?" "Oh yes," he said, and added matter-of-factly, "Plenty. I am very good at it. You see my mother taught me." "Your own mother?" She asked, astonished. Then she felt relieved for she had found a reprieve. "Yes my own mother. Even though she was not my first fuck, it was she who taught me that true pleasure lay in overwhelming a woman and completely satisfying her. She taught me how to worship a woman's ass and give her sublime joy."

Quickly, and nimbly, she moved from under him, disengaging his turgid cock from her wet cunt. "Tell me how this happened?" He looked at her and smiled because he understood that she was trying to buy time. But he was not averse to telling his story. In fact he now wanted to tell this woman everything about him. But his cock was erect and it was unsheathed.

He said, "Only if you suck my cock," and he took hold of her head and moved his cock towards it. Willingly she began slurping on his cock. "But then if I tell you my story I will have to fuck you in the ass," she cringed and bobbed her head faster on his cock. He laughed and continued.

"My father left home when I was a boy to work for a rich merchant in another kingdom. He kept coming back with money every now and then. Then years went by and he never returned. We never knew what happened to him."

"My mother worked and earned enough to keep me and my elder sister fed and clothed. She worked as cleaner for the rich people in the village and swept their courtyards."

Thus reminding the queen that she had broken yet another social taboo by sleeping with a handler of human waste, a person so low as to be out of the caste system altogether. Handlers of human waste and others like the cobblers who handled animal skins were considered disgustingly dirty and decent folk would not let even their shadows cross the threshold of their homes.

"Yes," he reminisced, "She taught me how to fuck with my mind and body." "How did it happen?" She asked, removing her mouth from his cock. "Suck my cock, my queen," he said as he spread his legs and pushed her head back to engulf his cock. "Suck it and make it hard because I will have to bugger you, if I tell you." Repeating his promise, or threat depending on the point of view. "Speak!" she commanded even as she moved to swallow his monster. And he obeyed her command and began speaking.

"My mother went without sex for years while I was growing up. But when it became obvious that my father was not going to return anytime soon she took on lovers. She was a lusty woman. And as I discovered later, she simply loved to fuck. For her fucking was a sublime act. The joy of giving and receiving pleasure transcended all earthly values. You see, my queen, in our society if you are an outcaste nobody gives a damn about you as long as you stay away from better folk. So we do not have all the social mores and taboos that upper caste have. Fucking is a simple act of pleasure that at times leads to procreation and that's as far as our thinking on the subject goes. So it was easy for my mother to find men within her casteless miasma."

"When I hit puberty it took me a few years to discover the joys of masturbating. Then when the cowherd's wife discovered me I enjoyed the joy of fucking, until my mother discovered me fucking the life out of the cowherd's wife. After that I really discovered what fucking was all about. Oh yes I remember those days well."

"The cowherd's wife was of course of an upper caste and really had no business even talking to me, let alone fucking me. But she was not getting much at home and did not want her husband to find out that she was getting fucked by someone else. She did not want to lose her family and home. I guess I was easy from her point of view. After all I would not be able to tell anyone and live."

"She caught me watching her bathe. Actually it happened quite by accident. I was wandering aimlessly in the fields way outside the village when I came across this shed with a water tank inside. It was right next to an open well and was used mainly as a watering and bathing place for people and animals. It was late in the evening and I think she felt secure that everybody would be in their homes for the evening meal. It was an isolated spot and only someone like me with no purpose could be there. She was naked, which is unusual for a woman bathing outside her home. They usually cover their breasts and private parts with pieces of clothing. But there she was in glorious nudity rubbing a sponge vigorously and humming a gay tune."

"It was as she bent over to fill her bathing mug with water from the tank that her eyes caught me spying through a hole in the wall. She was outraged and quickly covering herself yelled out asking whoever it was to step forward and identify themselves. I am not sure she knew what she would do next, but was greatly relieved to see me. It was very obvious that I was an outcaste and very young. I was having incredible difficulty hiding my arousal. The sight of her nudity had started my pecker rising and her half clad body did nothing to dissuade it from expanding to full erection."

"She scolded me in no uncertain terms. My god, that lady really laid into me in her high pitched shrieking voice, not even sparing my long departed father or my lower caste mother. "Stop squirming," she said, "you piece of human excrement." How could I? It was the only way I knew to hide my arousal. But like I said I was still very young and a scolding elder was someone you obeyed. So I stood still."

"It was then that she noticed the size of the thing straining to pop out of my loose draw string trousers. Involuntarily, she gasped and her hand flew to her face in amazement. That was bad. For she let go of the piece of cloth covering her breasts. Delicious, perfect, it was the first time that I had seen mature female breasts so close. My penis lurched and a few drops dribbled out and wet my draw string trouser front. I just stood there and stared. I think I was panting like a horse."

"We stood there in front of one another for what seemed an eternity. Then a sly smile crossed her face and she let go of whatever else was covering her. Glorious! My first glimpse of a fully naked, full grown female, so close! Her skin was white, but not the sickly paleness of some very fair people, rather it had a healthy pink glow to it that was very attractive. And then she did something that made it even more incredible. Her hands snaked down to her bush and parted the black hair to show me the pink soft labial petals of her vagina. All the while she stared right into my eyes with an enigmatic smile on her lips. She pushed a finger into her cunt and then another and began fucking herself right there in front of me."

 

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"She worked her fingers in and out and soon she was panting and making unh, unh noises and her eyes took on a glazed look. Then she abruptly stopped and said, "Enjoying the show, you pervert?"

"My heart stood still as I braced myself for another round of scolding or something more dreadful. Surprisingly she beckoned me nearer and then told me to drop my trousers. There was an involuntary gasp from her as she said, "So Big!" Her right hand grasped my cock and then she began to milk it. She was after all the cowherd's wife, used to milking cows and to this day I remember her silken touch. A few strokes were all it took. I came with a roar. All over her hand and abdomen and as my cock lurched in the throes of orgasm I deposited a load on her milky white breasts. Instead of being grossed out by the amount of my spunk she spread it all over herself and purred!"

"She had not let go of my cock, continuing to milk it and it stayed hard. She lay down on the floor and parted her legs and commanded me, "Put it here," pointing to her cunt. I fell on her like a crazed being and shoved my cock right there. It hit her thigh and I cried out in pain and frustration. She told me to calm down and took hold of my cock and placed it on the lips of her cunt. I pushed and it slid right into heaven. Such warmth, such tightness! She told me to go slow and kept her hand between us. But I had to reach bottom. Don't know what possessed me but I had to sheath my whole cock in her cunt. I roughly removed her hand and plunged in. She let out a loud cry and her face broke out in sweat. I pulled back a bit but could not stop myself from plunging in again and again till I had my whole cock in her. I had to lift her legs up till her knees were up to her shoulders and spread wide and only then did I reach bottom. I looked down at her as I slowly withdrew. Her face was held in an expression I have never forgotten. Part shock, part lust, part fear, part pain, teeth biting lips and eyes wide open. Then I plunged in again, this time to the hilt in one thrust. She let out another painful cry but made no attempt to push me off, and just lay there with that expression plastered on her face."

"I got into a steady rhythm and as I got more and more excited my thrusts got shorter and shorter but every now and then I had to pull back to the tip and then ram the whole fucking thing into her. I don't know why, it was something I just had to do. She was sweating profusely now, moaning continuously in a loud drone almost wailing, saliva dribbling, her eyes closed and her head waving around lifelessly. I felt my excitement reaching feverish heights, an overwhelming feeling of well being swept through me and then I came with a life ending whoosh. For the first time ever in a woman's cunt; it was incredible and I think I passed out."

"After what seemed an eternity I felt her stirring beneath me. I rose up on my elbows and looked down on her. Her eyes were now open but glazed over and her lips were widely parted as she gasped for air. Her hand crept down to where we were still joined and she said in an astonished voice, "My god it is still hard."

"She pushed me off her on to my back. Then her hand was on my cock and she once again began milking it, softly like a cow's teat. She lifted herself up and for the first time I saw what I had done. Her bush was slimy with my come and stuff was leaking out of her cunt on to the floor. It was all over both her thighs and even the lower part of her abdomen had globs of semen on it."

"Then she carefully lowered herself onto my cock. Her cunt was well lubricated with my come and she rode me smoothly for a while. She rolled her hips up and down and back and forth working my cock. She controlled the action not allowing penetration beyond the point where my thing was half way in by placing her hand firmly in the way. Her breasts rose and fell and beckoned me. They were not huge, the size of large mangoes, milky white and perfect. I seized them roughly, making her cry out but she made no attempt to stop me. I squeezed her nipples, they were huge and pink and felt like my cock when it is soft and I felt them hardening as I squeezed. I lifted my face and sucked on one then the other and softly bit them with my front teeth."

"She continued to ride me as I suckled on her nipples and my hands found her buttocks. My hands roamed freely over those soft pillows and then I could not help but squeeze them fiercely. Again she let out an involuntary cry but again she made no attempt to stop me. Yet again that urge to sheath my cock completely in her cunt overtook me. Roughly I pulled her hand out of the way and she made no attempt to place it back. I grasped her buttocks firmly and pushed her down brutally till my cock was fully in. She let out a prolonged scream and collapsed on me. I thought she had passed out till I felt her tongue licking my neck! I lifted her up and dropped her like a doll on my manhood again and again and again. I pulled her thighs widely apart and speared her from below. She screamed again and it became a steady whine as I continued to lift and drop her on to my pole. She licked my neck and then my face and then stuck her tongue into my mouth."

"She was moaning again as her tongue went in and out of my mouth in time with my lifting and dropping her on my cock. She again tried to prevent me from full penetration but I was stronger than her and determined to have my way. Then suddenly I found her resistance gone. She began rising and falling all the way to her pubis on her own accord, her face twisted in a lusty sneer. She withdrew till only my head was held in her cunt and then descended savagely till my whole fucking cock was in her. Back and forth, up and down, round and round she rode me, going faster and faster till with a loud shout she came. I felt her cunt spasm around my cock and warm fluids bathe it. Her orgasm seemed to last for ever and then she collapsed on me."

"I waited quietly with my cock still buried in her. Slowly she stirred and found my penis with her hand. "My god," she said "you did not come yet?!" And then she began moving on my pole once again. Glorious! Up and down and back and forth, taking me in from tip to base. I wanted to come once again in her cunt and began heaving off the floor with each of her downward thrusts, faster and faster. I was nearing my orgasm. I could feel the heat rising from my testicles. I grasped her buttocks and my mouth found her mouth. I stuck my tongue down her throat and as she sucked on it, I came inside her once again. I was amazed at how long my orgasm lasted."