Pls make a new story on Priyanka mohan
Actress Sex Story Actress Fantasy Roleplays
- Thread starter Krishan202
- Start date
Waiting to see the closure of MANSION HOUSE eagerly.
Divya Bharathi story pls
# 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.
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.
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.
_fake-high-quality-images-bollywood-actress-deepika-padukone-fucking-big-lund.jpg)
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.
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 paid 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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
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."
_vidya-balan-nude-pics.jpg)
"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."
"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."
"Finally I finished coming. The cow herd's wife dismounted and stood up. Like a river my come flowed out of her cunt and down both her legs. She moved to wash herself when she noticed that I was still lying on the floor. "Get up," she said softly, "and wash yourself." "Here," she said, handing me the mug, "pour water on you." She started were I had interrupted her. She began pouring water on herself, rubbing soap on and then sponging vigorously."
"I poured water on me but then got other ideas. I took the sponge from her and began rubbing it on her back. Then I got bolder and turning her around began running the sponge on her breasts then on her cunt. I dropped the sponge and rubbing soap on my hands began working on her pubic area. I rubbed her pubic hair and then her cunt and finally pushed a soapy finger into her, enthusiastically running it in and out. She must have really been fuck deprived and horny as hell. Because she made no attempt to remove my finger, instead she moved in rhythm to impale herself on it. I added another finger and then one more. Now I had three fingers sawing in and out of her. I mean we had been fucking for some time and I had come twice in her hairy cunt already but here she was grunting away as my fingers fucked her. Her hand closed on my cock. It was erect and ready."
"She turned around and placed her hands on the wall of the shed and pushed out her buttocks at me. She took hold of my cock and placed it on her cunt. She massaged it into her vagina. Once again I felt the velvety warm interior of a wet and ready cunt. It was mind blowing. Quickly I worked up to ramming speed. She braced herself against the wall and let me bang her. I held onto her hips and hammered away."
"I had come twice already and so my invading cock was in no hurry to spew. I reached around and found her breasts. Her nipples were erect and hard. I moved down to her cunt and found her hand there rhythmically strumming her clitoris. Now both of us worked on her clitoris as my cock slammed into her cunt. She moved her hand to feel and stimulate the underside of my cock as it moved in and out of her fuck canal. The combination of her fingers and her warm and clingy cunt finally took their toll and I erupted with energetic thrusts into her cunt."
"That turned out to be the first of numerous occasions we fucked. She was very cautious and chose the location and time of our meetings very carefully. She knew how to find me and picked really innovative ways of letting me know how and where to find her."
"The last time we fucked was in the middle of a sugar cane field. The cane had a month or so to go to harvest and so was tall. But always there are areas where the shoots never take root. She had found such an area and had directed me to the spot. So there we were completely enclosed by high wavy stalks of sugar cane in our own private world."
"She lay down on a carpet of dried up sugar cane leaves, reached down and removed her large underpants, then lifted her sari and petticoat up to reveal her bush, put her hands on her cunt and said, " Come on. Hurry up." I pulled my loose draw string trousers off and fell on her. She took hold of my cock and placed it on her cunt and braced herself. I thrust in like a dog in heat all the way to the root. I banged her till she began her familiar wailing and the rag doll like movement of her head. I abruptly pulled out of her and stood up. She protested wordlessly. I told her to take her clothes off. I wanted to suck her boobs and possess her more thoroughly. She quietly and quickly got rid of her sari and blouse and numerous under clothes and then settled down again. In an instant I was on her and in her. My cock once again pounded her cunt, and I began assaulting her nipples with my mouth. She once again began her ritual wailing and side to movements of her head, indicating to me that she was being satisfactorily fucked."
"Just as I was really getting into it, a familiar voice erupted in my ear, "What is going on here?" I looked up and found my mother looming up above us. I was stunned and in a daze pulled my cock out, stood up and quickly pulled on my trousers."
"The cow herd's wife began screaming like a banshee. In an instant she had regressed to when I first came across her. But this time her wrath was directed at my mother. "What do you mean by asking what is going on here in that voice you piece of shit. How dare you use that tone with me. Who do you think you are, you handler of feces. This outcaste son of yours is trying to rape me with that huge monster of his. I am a chaste high caste woman and if I tell my husband about this your son will be hanged. As it is I will have to do penance and wash myself in mother Ganga a thousand times to be rid of the filth and evil from his touching me."
"And even as she raged she set about gathering her clothes and putting them on. She really had quite a lot of clothes and so this took some time. My mother stood with bowed head and hands held together in a servile pose. Oh, yes, that cow herd's wife knew who I was and who my mother was. I think the wily woman had thought of a way out of her predicament the moment she recognized my mother. The tirade continued and my mother with bowed head would respond in a soft voice every now and then with "yes mistress." Finally the cowherd's wife was fully dressed. She left grandly telling us to be grateful that she had not had me hanged."
"Of course I now know the reason my mother was in that deserted field at that strange hour. She was getting the crap fucked out of her in an open spot in an adjacent field. She was on her way home and the wailing had attracted her curiosity."
"What were you thinking," my mother asked me on our way home, "couldn't you find a girl in our caste? You could have been killed if some one other than me had found you." She then ordered me to tell her how it had transpired that I was fucking the cow herd's wife. Slowly, shyly I told her, everything."
"A little later, slapping her head, she said, "How silly of me, I had not noticed how grown up you are now. I should have gotten you married some time ago." By then we had reached our one room hovel in the slum outside the village. My sister had been married a few years ago and lived with her husband in the next village. So only my mother and I lived here now. Inside she said, "But the cow herd's wife is right you do have a big thing. Finding the right girl will take time. Not every woman can accommodate a monster that size. Unhappiness in sex will lead to unhappiness in marriage."
"Come here," she said as she set herself down cross legged on the floor on her sleeping mat. I moved awkwardly towards her expecting I don't know what. A scolding perhaps or even a beating though it had been a few years since she had laid a hand on me. It came as a shock when she said, "Show me your thing." I just stood there paralyzed. She repeated it firmly and a little louder and then reached for my draw string and dropped my trousers on her own. There was a sharp intake of breath, "my, my, it is big."
"The next thing I knew - her hand was gently massaging my cock. And then suddenly her tongue was licking it. First the head and the pre cum from the head and then her tongue traveled all the way down to the base of my cock. It was a mind blowing experience. My first experience of a woman's tongue. The cowherd's wife had talented fingers from years of massaging cows' teats. But she had never taken me in her mouth. This was new and thrilling!"
"Not then and not ever did I feel what my mother was doing was a sin or some such thing. When you are outside the bounds of society and religion, common sense and an instinct for survival guide you. All the bull shit that is called morality is of no consequence. I was taken aback but only because she had been someone who till then had been a figure of authority; had scolded me, had even beaten me. Now suddenly here she was licking my cock. And lick it she did from stem to stern and back again. Then she popped the head into her mouth and gradually tried to work the rest in. Half way down the shaft she gagged and moved her mouth off my cock."
The queen had stopped sucking on his cock a long time ago. She was sitting upright engrossed in his story and every now and then would take hold of his cock absentmindedly and smoothly stroke it to keep it hard. So immersed was he now in his narrative that he had not noticed the change from mouth to hand.
"'It is big,' " my mother said as she looked up at me with a smile on her face. I do not think she was burdened by guilt either. For her, fucking was separate from being a mother. She again swallowed my manhood and this time gradually took the whole damn thing in, till her lips were up against my pubic hair. God only knows where the tip was, probably half way to her stomach. Not that I cared, all I could feel was the warmth and the stimulating tightness of her mouth and throat."
"She ran her tongue over the underside of my cock, massaging it before moving her mouth back and forth over the entire length of my organ. At some stage I grabbed hold of her head and began ramming my cock into her mouth. She held her mouth open passively, and let me hammer her mouth and throat. She reached behind me and parting my buttocks with her hands placed a finger on my anus and ran it around the rim. Just as I was reaching boiling point she pushed her finger in to the second knuckle and began ramming it in, in time to my thrusts. That was the tipping point for me and I came with a series of grunts. I held her head pressed to my pubis and could feel her gagging on my come. I had a lot of come as my encounter with the cowherd's wife had been interrupted. It flowed out of my mother's mouth and on to her chin. I kept ramming her mouth and she kept her finger up my shit chute making no move to push me away. After what seemed an eternity I finally finished coming. Only when my cock started shriveling did I move out of her mouth and only then did she unsheathe her ravaging finger from my bum."
"She fondled my cock with a bemused expression and my come on her face, "my little boy's pee pee is so big! Oo, my." She was actually cooing as she continued to play with my penis. Of course it began hardening. And she began licking it again. In no time at all it was back to its full glory. I wanted to fuck her badly now. I roughly pushed her but she resisted falling over and said, "Oo he wants to fuck his mother now with his little pee pee; bad boy. She had my cock in her hands again and began frigging it back and forth. I reached down and forcibly squeezed her breasts through her blouse. "Oo," she cooed, "now my little boy wants to manhandle me and show me who is boss."
No such thing, all I wanted was to get on top of her and fuck her. But she squeezed hard on my tool and the pain kept her in control and prevented me from keeling her over. She pulled downwards on my cock and brought me down to my knees. With her other hand she caught me by the hair on my head and forced my mouth on to hers. I could taste the remains of my come. It neither disgusted nor delighted me as she worked the stuff around my mouth with her tongue. Her slinky tongue movements were arousing however and I began reciprocating with my tongue in her mouth. But she was in control. The moment I really got into it, she pulled me off by my hair. Still holding me by my cock she cooed, "Oo, now my little boy wants to show me he is a lover, eh." My cock was now violently pulsating in her hand, I was close to coming.
Suddenly she pushed me off and lay down on her sleeping mat. She bent her knees and then pulled up her sari. And there it was in full splendor, my first sighting of her magnificent bushy cunt. She had a whimsical smile on her face as she parted the hair with her hands to show me the black lips of her opening. With the same mocking tone she said, "Come little boy show your mother how much of a lover you are, lick this." I fell on her like a demented person. My tongue ran wild all over her cunt. I found her clitoris and it was large enough for me to nibble on with my front teeth. It obviously liked my ministrations and grew even larger! Abandoning it I ran my tongue over her cunt lips and then thrust it inside her warm hole."
"She was wet and her passage slick, filled with the ejaculate of the guy who had just fucked her. Even if I had known what my tongue was encountering it would not have disgusted me. My desire for her was so great that I was oblivious to all else. My invading tongue smoothly found its way inside her vagina. I worked it all round and its tip found a spot that really got to her because she let out an involuntary cry and closed her legs around my head. The next moment however she caught my hair and pulled me off her. Reaching down, her hand found my now not so hard cock. No matter, a couple of squeezes and it was battle ready. Pulling me by my cock she placed it at her vaginal opening. "Come my little boy put your pee pee in your mother."
"And with one mighty thrust I was in her. She let out an involuntary grunt as I bottomed out but was soon in control. She caressed my hair, squeezed my buttocks, prattled on about her little boy and his pee pee as I thrust it into her like there was no tomorrow. A few thrusts and I could no longer hold back. I came like a flood, pouring my come into her. I nursed on her nipple through her blouse as she held my head tenderly and incredibly continued talking to me as if I was a baby even though this baby's come was now leaking out of her vagina and running down her legs! I lay on her, I do not know for how long with my cock still firmly embedded, while my mother kissed me all over my face like I was still a baby and continued cooing."
"My cock was still hard and my lust still unquenched. I began moving inside her. Slowly at first and then very quickly up to ramming speed again. I raised myself up on my hands so that I could ram the whole fucking thing into her and then move it out again till it almost came out only to sheath it again in her warm hole. I tore her blouse off and feasted on her nipples even as I mauled her breasts with my hands. I began ramming her again as I gazed down on her beautiful face."
"Gradually there was a change in her demeanor. The indulging, babying mother was replaced by a horny woman getting royally fucked. Now she was moaning with every thrust of my cock. Her cunt was really wet and contracting around my cock. Suddenly she grabbed my head and opening her mouth, stuck her tongue into my mouth and began sucking on my tongue. She began pushing upwards with all her strength to meet my thrusts and then with a prolonged moan she came. Her cunt flooded with warm fluid and it squeezed my cock rhythmically making it impossible for me to move inside her. I just held her, my mouth glued to hers, for a long long time, till she finally was done. My heart swelled with pride as I looked down on her beautiful and now satiated face -- I had made this sexually accomplished woman, my own mother, come!"
"My mother was a big woman. Not fat, but big boned and rounded in all the right places. She still had a waist despite two pregnancies. She displayed it by tying her sari low and having her blouses cut high. And she wore absolutely nothing below these garments. Very convenient! Lift the diaphanous sari up to her waist and there was her cunt ready to be violated or put your hand inside the blouse and squeeze those perfect breasts and nipples without hindrance."
"There was no doubt about her caste or lack of it -- she was black as black can be. Her skin was a lustrous black and it seemed to be always well oiled, never dry and peeling, not even in winter. The only things darker than her skin were her eyes and her hair. She used kohl to highlight those lovely eyes and kept her hair short so that she could tie it in a ponytail and not have it get in the way while she worked. It was those breasts and nipples that had me always horny and wanting to fuck her, as I imagine they did her other lovers. Her breasts were just large enough to fill my hands even though she was a big woman. Her nipples were just gorgeous. They were coal black, blacker even than the surrounding skin, I have never seen blacker nipples, and when aroused they were as big as a baby's penis. When she thrust them into your mouth one at a time and moved the nipple back and forth it was like getting fucked in the mouth by a tiny cock."
"My mother decided I needed a job to keep me occupied and out of mischief. In the next village a few landlords were looking for someone to clean out their house. My mother had fucked their night watchman and got him to put in a word for me and I got the job. Yes, my mother had fucked a lot of men!"
"The job kept me occupied for most of the day. In the afternoon I usually had some free time. Sometimes so did my mother. So I would walk home hoping to find her at home. Sometimes I did and sometimes I didn't. I masturbated when I did not, usually into one of her blouses. But when I did, I fucked her royally. This despite the fact that I had fucked her in the morning and would fuck her again in the night. I just could not get enough of her! She loved fucking me but I knew she fucked other men too. That was her nature. She loved getting rammed and she just loved sampling different cocks. I never felt jealous. I think people get jealous when they think they own someone. I did not think I owned her or anyone for that matter. I was just ecstatically happy that she let me fuck her."
"One evening I was returning from work, using a short cut, when suddenly from behind thick bushes out stepped this woman. She was busy arranging her clothes and so did not see me till I was almost on her. A frightened look crossed her face to be replaced by one of relief when she recognized me. But it took me a little while to recognize her -- it was my mother!"
"She was covered with dirt, her usually very neat appearance completely disheveled and blood was running down her cheek. It seems the village headman's eldest son had come across her in this deserted spot. He had propositioned her. That actually sounds very polite. What he had said was more like, "You outcaste bitch, take my cock up your filthy cunt. You people are good for nothing else but fucking."
"This happens all the time and outcaste women have no recourse but to get raped because who will take their word against that of a high caste person. So my mother looked around and not seeing a soul in sight just laid herself down with naked parted legs and waited. He fell on her and began ramming her mercilessly. Then it seems for some reason his cock went limp. This angered him and he began beating my mother. He forced her to suck his cock back to rigidity. Then he threw her, face down, on the ground. He held her by her hair and began grinding her face into the dirt. He then exposed her buttocks and with no lubrication whatsoever forced his cock up her ass hole. He lay on top of her screaming obscenities, hammering her ass and pounding her head into the ground. Then he went limp again. He screamed and shouted at my mother and pulled her onto her knees and forced his shit covered limp dick into her mouth. But no matter how hard she tried he stayed limp. He slapped her, threw her down and kicked her. He spat on her and then urinated on her and then abruptly left. She was terrified and lay trembling there for a very long time till she was absolutely sure he was gone."
(mh=HROflZb3XMW8KBZE)14.jpg)
"When we got home, my mother spent a long time cleaning herself and her clothes. The cuts and bruises on her face had stopped bleeding but it would be a while before they healed. She asked me to inspect her backside. Holding on to a wall she bent over and parted her buttocks. She said her bottom hurt a lot and she wanted me to inspect her ass hole as she was sure it was torn up or something. I asked her if this was the first time she had been buggered. She told me to stop being silly and just examine the damned thing. I really could not see any bleeding or any other sign of a serious injury. But the sight of my mother's asshole made me very horny. My mother sensed this and quickly turned around and told me to go masturbate or something, because there was no way she was going to let anyone fuck her for a while."
"Till then I had never buggered a woman. The cowherd's wife never let my cock come even close to her anus. She let me finger her bum hole while I fucked her but once when I tried to stick my cock up her rectum, she howled and shrieked and slapped my penis away and curled up in a corner gasping and shaking with fear. It seems the cowherd had consumed a lot of bhang (cannabis) one Holi (spring festival of colors) and had buggered her through the night. Taking her; despite her protests; several times in the ass. She was in pain for days afterwards. Shitting was so painful that she had not gone for days. "And you are so much bigger. I will die but will not let you into my rectum," She said in her usual dramatic fashion. And that was that."
"The sight of my mother's bum hole had once again sparked my desire to bugger someone. Since the only woman I was fucking was her it was only natural that I wanted her ass. But my mother was so traumatized she would not even let me come close to her, let alone bugger her. I waited patiently for her to heal -- her injuries were more mental than physical. Then in the fullness of time her natural horniness returned and she was ready to fuck once again."
"We returned to our old pattern of fucking. But at the back of my mind was my desire to fuck her ass. I just did not know how to proposition her. I am not sure you can understand; I am not sure anyone can understand; I am not sure at my age now I can understand. But at that time it was simple. You see she was still my mother, a figure of authority, just like you are my queen. I could fuck her as I pleased, like I fuck you, but I just never lost the respect and fear I had of her, like I will never lose my respect or fear of you."
The queen looked at his big honest face and felt the sincerity in his voice and knew that what he was saying was what he truly believed. And she believed it too. That she could control this gorgeous giant and have him revert to his goddess worshiping mode whenever she wished.
"One day I was fucking her cunt from behind. She was up on her knees, firmly holding up against my ramming. I parted her buttocks and there was her ass hole winking at me. My lust at that moment just about beat my fear and I bleated out in an unnatural screech my desire to fuck her ass. My mother stopped pushing back at me and just slumped on to her stomach. My rigid prick fell out of her cunt. I was filled with terror. I thought that was the end of my fucking my mother. She was going to yell at me and banish me from the warmth of her cunt forever."
"My mother turned on to her back and looked at me. I cringed; but there was no venom in her gaze. She said playfully and in the same tone as when we had first fucked, "My boy wants to put his pee pee up my shit hole? Oh, now he wants to take me in every hole, does he? And show me how masterful he is?" She took my still erect cock in her mouth and began licking it fondly. Then she got up and got some cooking oil and began rubbing it on my cock."
"She turned around and got on her knees. Looking back, she handed me the jar of cooking oil, and said, "Put some on my ass hole." Boy that was so erotic, such a turn on. I have never forgotten the rubbery, buttery feel of her anal ring and the tightness with which it clamped down on my oil smeared fingers as I worked the oil into her shit hole. Then I mounted her. I put my oiled cock on her anus and pushed till suddenly the ring expanded and gave me entry. What a glorious feeling as my cock entered that forbidden hole. It was like a warm velvet glove had encircled my penis. Such was the force of my entry I had half my cock in her at my first thrust. She groaned and waited patiently. I slowly worked the rest of into her ass. The heat of her shit hole was incredible and the tightness of that tunnel was unbelievable. My god, she had my whole cock buried in her ass and she was not groaning in pain, but in lust. She said, "Do it you piece of shit, make me come, you mother fucker. Bugger me, ram me."
"I watched with fascination as my whole cock came out of her anus and then I rammed it back in, quickly getting into a rhythm of hammering it in and withdrawing till only the tip remained in and then ramming it back in. I was sweating onto her back now which was already covered with her own perspiration. I reached around and squeezed her boobs and ran my oily fingers over her nipples. I reached down and found her hand working her cunt. My hand joined hers as we both strummed her clitoris and rhythmically fucked her cunt even as my cock rammed her ass. My other hand sensuously massaged her breast and nipple. It went from one to the other breast and nipple with feverish abandon. The combined effect of all this stimulation was to send my mother over the edge. She screamed out an expletive and hammered her back side at me as she came in copious amounts on my hand in her cunt."
"I was so proud of myself! I had fucked my mother in the ass for the first time and had made her come!"
"Now I took hold of her hips and began really pounding her ass. I went back to pulling out my cock till only the tip lay in her ass and then ramming the whole thing in till my abdomen met her buttocks. The only sound now was the rhythmic slapping of my abdomen on her backside. And the intensity and frequency of this increased as I got nearer to my release. She hastened it by chanting, "Come on baby boy, come on you mother fucker, come on bugger me," over and over again. I do not think I have ever experienced the intensity of feeling that I did when I finally discharged my semen into her rectum. Over and over again my penis ejected into her ass. There was so much that it leaked past my cock and onto her thighs and down to her bush and onto the bed. She slumped down onto the bed and I just lay on top of her in our combined sweat."
"I had come but was still hard. I wanted more. I began moving back and forth in her. She was taken by surprise but not for long and was soon into the rhythm of the buggering she was getting."
"She got up on her hands and knees once again. I twisted her face around and stuck my tongue in her mouth. I licked her ear lobes and spat on her cheeks. She licked up my spit with her tongue. I pulled out and before she had time to register what was happening I had placed her on her back, spread out her legs and entered her asshole once again."
"Now I could see her face as my cock ravaged her ass hole. She was beautiful with her face twisted with lust. Her mouth was open as she moaned in lust and entreated me to do it harder and faster. I pulled out all the way and watched as her eyes opened to assess what was happening. She looked down quizzically at my oily cock and then looked up at me. I pushed her thighs up till I could see her ass hole clearly. I gestured to her to hold my penis against her anus. She massaged my cock and placed it on her bum hole. I pushed it in and watched as her rectum gradually swallowed the whole fucking thing right down to the base. And then I pulled out again and watched her crinkled opening close."
"It was black, not like the cowherd's wife's ass hole which was brown or like yours my queen which is a heavenly pink. The blackness was so arousing, the crinkled skin at the opening so inviting that I pulled out completely many times just to see it close and then open again as I brutally pushed my whole cock in. She watched me with an amused look on her face, enjoying the ass fucking as well as the fact that I was indulging myself."
"And after that I fucked her in the ass, many a satisfying time."
"My mother even got me to bugger her while she cleaned out the shit from the priest's house. She took me up her bum as she bent over emptying the toilet bowl full of morning shit into a large bucket. She stood and braced herself against the wall in the crawl space below where they crapped into an earthenware pot, as I thrust into her with all my strength and emptied the contents of my balls into her bowels. Then she turned around and licked my cock back to full mast. Then she turned around once more, spread her buttocks and told me to do it again. I looked at her magnificent buttocks and that crinkled black hole winked back at me. This time I lasted a long time and she interrupted the buggering a few times to take me in her mouth and lick my cock while I manhandled her breasts. When I finally came I pulled out of her anus and turning her around, grabbed her head and forced my cock into her mouth spilling my come in her mouth and then all over her face."
"Afterwards she said to me, "now you are getting the idea. Fuck a woman with your mind and body. No place will ever be wrong for sex. No woman will ever be left unsatisfied if you concentrate your mind in pleasing her only."
"The truth really was that I was young and lusty and could have cared less about my surroundings."
"But don't get the idea that we walked around covered in shit. Absolutely not. Right there, in the middle of the village, was a hut, with a well in the center. There was a high wall around the hut to prevent good people of high caste to be contaminated by it. It was exclusively for outcastes. We visited it throughout the work day, washing ourselves scrupulously with soap and water. We were outcastes, my queen, not unclean."
"Out of the blue one day my mother informed me that she had found a girl for me. A girl she was sure who would be able to accommodate my 'thing'. All I wanted to do was to continue to fuck my mother. When I asked her if we could fuck even after I was married she enigmatically said, "We shall see."
So engrossed was he in telling his story that he had forgotten his promise to fuck the queen's ass if he told her about how he buggered his mother. She wasn't about to remind him as he forged on with his tale.
"So we got up before day break one day and washed and scrubbed ourselves and put on the best clothes we had. We were going to visit the girl's family in a village quite some distance from ours. She belonged to a family that looked after the place where dead bodies were burnt -- a Dom. We were going to hitch a ride in a bullock cart that was transporting sandal wood for burning the corpses of the rich. It was owned by a farmer who was not averse to giving outcastes a ride for a small sum of money."
"Needless to say that morning, like most mornings, I fucked my mother with my piss hard cock the moment I got up. In fact it was she who woke me by riding on it. And then while we washed ourselves inside our hovel I could not help but take her again from behind with her leaning against the wall. And then because her ass hole was exposed I proceeded to bugger her and then laid her on the floor and took her ass face to face so that I could indulge myself and watch her ravaged beautiful face as I rammed her ass hole with my cock. I finished by pulling my cock from her clenching anus and sticking it in her mouth for her to joyously suck, till I filled her mouth with my come."
"I did not realize it then but that would be the last time I would enjoy my mother's body."
"So, there we were bouncing along slowly, at the back of the bullock cart. We had squeezed ourselves between freshly cut sandalwood branches, separated by them from the farmer who sat in front and guided the bullocks. He ignored us completely, pretending no doubt that we did not exist. He had of course taken his money first!"
"We were passing through a village that I had not seen before, when one of the logs came free and fell off the side of the uncovered cart and rolled onto the dusty road. Before I could react, my nimble mother had jumped off the cart and had retrieved the log. Suddenly a horse and rider galloped around the corner and were upon my mother in a flash. She got kicked in the chest and flung to the side of the road even as the rider fought to bring the frightened horse under control. Once he had his horse reined in and calm he got off and began yelling at my mother. He had surmised from her appearance that she was an outcaste and calling her a piece of shit and other derogatory things wanted to know why she had tried to kill him and injure his prize horse. When she did not reply he picked up the sandalwood log and proceeded to beat her with it. That is when I knew my mother was badly injured."
"She did not move to protect herself but just lay curled up, her breathing labored and noisy as she exhaled more blood than air from her tortured lungs. I asked the man to stop. Later on I learnt he was the son of the richest landlord in that village. He sneered at me and wanted to know how I was going to stop him and turned back to beat my mother again. I moved quickly and held his upraised arm firmly. He cursed me and began kicking my shin. I picked him up and flung him over my shoulder. He fell against the wheel of the cart and as luck would have it his head struck the metal pin that holds the wheel to the frame. It entered his skull, killing him instantly."
"My mother regained consciousness to realize what had happened. "Run," she gasped, "run away." I quickly picked her up and began running. "No, no, leave me here, you run." But I was not going to do that. I ran towards the jungle that bordered the village. But first I had to negotiate my way through fields of wheat. The farmer who had been a silent spectator till now suddenly found his voice and began yelling, "Murderer, murderer," and before long I knew a crowd would gather and give me chase."
"I reached the jungle when I heard my mother faintly saying, "Stop. Stop." I gently laid her against the trunk of a large tree and wiped as much of the blood as I could from her face. She suddenly opened her eyes and gathering strength held my face in both her hands. She looked at me with those beautiful eyes, and said between heavy gasps for air, "Promise me, my little boy that you will live to be an old man. Now obey your mother. Leave me here and run. You have to live. I am dead already; let me go in peace." I could hear the excited voices of the chasers in the distance and knew that the hunt was on. "Leave my body here; let the wild animals have a meal. Run, run," wheezed my mother with her last breath and then she was gone."
"It was as if a bottomless black pit had opened and I was falling with no control. My mother, my lover, my friend, my life was gone. I just stood there looking at her lifeless form. A million thoughts and emotions ran through me yet I felt empty. Then out of nowhere, I began sobbing. Not before and not since have I cried as much as I did that day. I howled my heart out."
He sat with bowed head above her. A tough giant with what she could have sworn was the hint of tears in his eyes. Moved by this show of vulnerability she reached up and embraced him, hugging him like a child, comforting him. He felt her nakedness against him and his cock responded. She wanted to hear the rest of his story and so she moved off him and said, "Then what happened?"
"Then my queen," he said, caressing his cock and wanting desperately to sheath it in her, but controlling himself continued, "I stood there even as time stood still for me. It was the excited voices of my pursuers that finally roused me. One last longing look at my dead mother and then I took off. I ran into the depths of that jungle; very quickly losing my hunters. I wandered through the jungle for quite a few days, living off wild fruits and berries, leaves, roots, insects and the occasional small animal. I even caught fish with my bare hands."
"And no, my queen, I was not attacked by tigers, lions or leopards. You learn to avoid them. Other animals like the deer, boar, and especially the chattering monkeys tell you exactly where the predators are if you care to listen."
"Then one day, just like that, I wandered out of the jungle. I came upon a group of small boys playing in the dirt. They took one look at me and ran off as fast as their little legs could carry them, yelling for their mothers. Come to think of it, I must have been a frightening sight. Huge, black, with dirty long hair and my face hidden by thick growth, my clothes ripped to shreds, I must have looked like the devil himself to them!"
"I hadn't gone very far when I was confronted by three young men. They asked me who I was and what I was doing there. I really had nothing to say and so I grunted. They took this as an act of aggression and attacked. They were smaller than me but astonishingly quick and very coordinated. In a trice they had pinned my arms and legs and thrown me to the ground where they held me immobilized. It took all my strength and agility to release their hold and throw them off me. I stood up to be confronted by this big fellow who was wearing only a loin cloth and whose bronze skin shone with oil that looked like it had been freshly massaged in."
"He said, "Strong fellow eh," and then moved so quickly that before I knew what was happening, I was thrown to the ground with my neck between his strong legs and my hands pinned in a painful grip. His legs were choking me and I found everything going black. From far away I heard a voice ordering my release. I felt the choking grip relax and gradually I regained consciousness. With a grunt I was pushed off and my attacker quickly stood up and watched me menacingly."
"I heard the voice again and turned to see an elderly man with long graying hair tied in a knot atop his head and a flowing white beard. "Who are you? Do you understand what I am saying?"
"I stood up and pondered what I should do. Since the dialect that this elderly man spoke in was close to mine I said, "Yes sir, I do." The yes sir was by force of habit. The man was visibly relieved when I spoke. I guess till then he had a vague suspicion that I was one of those fabled men of the jungle -- part man, part animal."
"It turned out, that I had stumbled on a community of wrestlers. The venerable bearded one was their guru -- coach and leader. This particular community had been in existence for centuries. The sole aim was to produce professional wrestlers. These wrestlers then fought against others from different akharas or communities of which I learnt there were several hundred spread out over thousands of miles. There was a lot of money involved. There was the purse or prize money and then there was the money from wagers. All this money came from rich men. These could be kings, landlords or merchants. Some of them would act as promoters and arrange competitions. Some of them would become benefactors -- people who paid a community or akhara and in a way owned them. All in all if your guru was smart he could make the community really rich. Of course all depended on the winning ways of the wrestlers."
"At the time that I entered the picture this akhara was not doing too well. The man who had so easily bested me was their champion. But unfortunately he had suffered a series of losses and the other wrestlers had not fared too well either and so the stock of this community was low. Just perfect for me!"
"After the guru had ascertained that I was indeed a human being, his next concern was what caste or tribe did I belong to. Something prevented me from telling him the truth -- that I belonged to the caste or tribe that cleaned shit. I told him that I was a potter but not a very good one and that made him laugh. "Was that why you ran away and got lost in the jungle?" he asked, half in jest. I told him a version of the truth, that I had lost my mother and in my grief had wandered off and got lost."
"I was very young and everyone knows that the very young handle emotional issues very badly. So he accepted my explanation as did the rest of the community. I am sure he knew I was an outcaste from my skin color and appearance, my accent, and the fact that I could not read or write. He and his wife taught me how to read and write and slowly but surely taught me how to talk like a high caste person."
"He and the rest of that wrestling community looked after me and taught me how to wrestle. I was a natural -- my size and agility lent themselves to wrestling. In a very short while I had the measure of the big guy who had so easily felled me. And in our next outing I was able to beat all comers from a nearby akhara. Not just wrestling, the guru taught me how to fight with a sword, protect myself with a shield, throw a spear and use a bow to shoot arrows. And under his guidance I became an expert horseman. This was not out of the goodness of his heart but pure business. When we were not wrestling we were sent out as armed escorts, as mercenaries. We would accompany marriage parties, caravans of rich merchants or act as security guards. Clearly, knowing how to fight was essential."
"One day the guru called me to his house to discuss what he called a serious matter. It took a while for him to get to the point and when I learned what the serious matter was I understood why. In a nutshell, he wanted me to impregnate his wife. This was his second wife, much younger than him. His first wife had died childless and he had married again hoping for a progeny. It had been five years and there was not even a hint of pregnancy. He was both a desperate and down to earth person. Before giving up all together he was ready to take this last measure. After I had got over the initial shock and realized that he was dead serious I pointed out what I thought was an obvious problem. Both he and his wife being of high caste were fair. It seems that his sister and his wife's brother were quite dark (these things happen) and so a dark child could be passed off as a familial throwback."
"It was arranged that the first attempt at impregnation would take place that night. The guru would leave the house for a few hours on some pretext or the other, leaving me alone with his wife, who it seems, had agreed though only after a great deal of persuasion."
"He led me to the bedroom and then left. The room was dark; the oil lamp had not been lit. The only light was vaguely reflected from a half moon. It took a while for my eyes to get adjusted. I was then able to see his wife. She was lying on the bed fully clothed. When she saw me she bent her legs and lifted her sari to her abdomen. She parted her thighs and said, "Come on," in a flat tone."
"I was very embarrassed. She was like an elder sister to me. She had taught me how to read and write, had fed me, had even washed my clothes at times, had cheered me up on my down days and had given me advice like only an elder sister can -- with quiet authority even if the advice itself was skewed. But I owed a lot to my guru. So I took off my clothes and moving to the side of the bed, began massaging my flaccid penis, enticing it into erection. The stupid thing would not respond to my stroking. She lay there looking up at the ceiling, patiently waiting. Finally, because a long time had elapsed, she looked at me, I think, to see what I was up to. An involuntary gasp escaped her when she saw my cock and she could not look away. By then I was frustrated by my efforts and in annoyance moved closer and placed her hand on my cock. I wasn't really thinking straight at that instant."
"For a moment or two it lay still in her open palm. Then her hand closed and she began stroking it. Her cool hand over my cock had more of an effect than mine and would you believe it; I began getting an erection. She was fascinated, I could tell, for she brought her other hand over and massaged my cock with both hands, with her breathing now in gasps. The more erect my penis got the more her excitement rose. As did mine. I could not help it. I reached down and groped at her breasts. She took one hand off my penis briefly to place mine under her blouse directly on her naked breast."
"I began kneading that breast like there was no tomorrow and brought its rubbery nipple to springy life. Then I moved fiercely on to the other one. Gone was my embarrassment as I moved down to her bush and cunt, exploring her cunt lips and clitoris and pushing my little finger shallowly into her hole. But my sense of shame and shyness came right back when she parted her thighs and again said, "Come on," though this time in excited gasps. I found it very difficult to move. She tugged on my cock and said, "come on," yet again."
"I awkwardly mounted her and she took hold of my cock and placed it on her cunt. I think at this point she too was overtaken by shyness and shame because abruptly she took her hand away and lay there with her head turned to one side."
"I pushed forward and my cock entered her cunt. Just the head went in. Then the going got tough. Her cunt stretched to its limit around the head of my cock making further progress impossible. So I withdrew and pushed in again. When I withdrew I swear I could make out a look of disappointment on her face only to be replaced by one of apprehension when I pushed in. And this alternating pattern of looks continued as I renewed my thrusting and withdrawing till gradually my penis began making in roads into her cunt. When I had half of it in her she reached down and felt my cock and said, "My, god, so big, so much still there." Then she held her thighs widely apart and began thrusting herself back at me. Our combined efforts bore fruit and in a short while I finally sheathed the whole damn thing in her."
"For a moment we lay suspended in our sense of achievement. She was the first to move; rubbing her pubis against me. I think she was stimulating her clitoris and vulva by doing this. Then I moved, pulling out slowly. She was wet and tight. An exquisite silky slippery sensation. I could have died happy at that instant. I withdrew completely. I was supporting myself on my hands above her. Looking down I found her looking directly at me. Her mouth was open and her features were twisted in wanton lust. There was no mistaking it; she was ready to be fucked. This was no longer a mere task that she had to perform to please her husband. It had become an act of pleasure."
"I thrust back into her, sheathing my cock to the hilt in one thrust. This drew an involuntary gasp from her but she made no move to stop me or to withdraw. Instead she again began rubbing her pubis against me. I withdrew again and then began ramming her without mercy. She placed her hands on my buttocks and pushed on them every time I hammered her. She was moaning over and over again, "come on, come on."
"And very soon I did just that. I came in her cunt in copious amounts. Stuff leaked out of her and onto the cot that she was lying on. I mean there was enough deposited to create any number of babies. But she still held on to my buttocks and then began rubbing herself on me, not letting my softening penis escape. She wanted to fuck again! No problem; I mean she was a comely woman, well worth fucking, once I had gotten over my shyness. Very soon I was up to ramming speed again. I had been supporting myself on my hands all this time. But now I lay down on her and pressed my face on to hers. Her body melded into mine and her tongue sought mine. This was developing into a mind blowing fuck! It was not long before I was ready to come again and once more deposited a boat load of semen in her. I came in her two more times that night, once with her riding me and once with her on her hands and knees. She looked divine from behind in a subservient position. Her rounded buttocks and crinkly ass hole were a great turn on. I fingered her ass hole to my heart's content; she never objected. I think she would have gladly taken me up her bum hole. But I never buggered her. It would have defeated the purpose of our fucking and would amount to cheating on my guru."
_sonakshi-sinha-sex-wallpaper-hd-bollywood-actress-sonakshi-sinha-nude-big-breast-nipple-sucking-fucking-pussy-anal-xxx-i.jpg)
"We really enjoyed our fucking sessions. But we never lost sight of why we were fucking or the fact that we both loved and respected the guru in our own way. So we never sought each other on our own. Each get together was arranged by the guru, who would then leave us alone for prolonged periods. But once we were alone we were like insatiable lovers. She became pregnant about three months later. But did not reveal it till she was into her third month of pregnancy and on the threshold of her abdomen swelling up. She told us she wanted to be sure, but I knew that it was because she wanted to fuck me as long as she could. Of course we stopped fucking the moment she declared her pregnancy."
"She delivered a healthy boy. And would you believe it, he was as fair as the two of them!"
"Meanwhile my fame as a wrestler was spreading. No one could beat me and so obviously the number of wrestlers who wanted to be the first to do so grew everyday. My fame was in a way my undoing."
"One day the guru took me aside and said that he had just come back from a village called Parasia. That was the name of the village where the tragic events had taken place. He had learned that the father of the fellow I had killed had surmised that I was the killer and he was sending a bunch of mercenary soldiers to kill me. "I have grown to love you like a son and you have brought a lot of riches to us. I am obligated to help you," he said, "Run away son and may god help you."
"And I have been running ever since. Every time I settle down somewhere, something happens and soon enough there is a posse looking for me. I guess the fellow I killed had a very rich and very unforgiving father with a very long memory. The fact that I am an outcaste and had dared to escape justice had added fuel to the fire."
"And here I am still running. But now I am under your protection and I know that I am safe. I will stay here for as long as you will let me." She felt relieved, for he seemed to be back in his goddess worshipping mode. But in the next instant he continued, "But now my queen my story is done and it is time for this black outcaste cock to enter your ass!"
He stood up and taking hold of his cock placed it in her mouth. He held her head as she sucked on the nub and gradually worked as much as she could down her throat. He sighed for he could have her suck him forever and love every minute of it. But he had to move on. Removing his prick he gestured to her to get on her hands and knees on the bed.
With dread she moved slowly, till her backside was presented to him to assault. He just stood there, awed at the sight. Flawless white tapered pillars that supported perfectly rounded buttocks without a hint of weightiness or sag. He got on the bed behind her and parted her cleft. There winking back at him was her crinkled rose bud anus. He lovingly massaged it with his thumb marveling at the muscular reaction and the thought that very soon it would contract round his penis.
He got off the bed to retrieve scented oil from one of the as yet unlit lamps. He rubbed the oil on his hands and then gradually introduced an oily finger into her anus. Slowly he worked it in and out till she got used to this abnormal intrusion. Then another well oiled finger joined the first. She groaned in pain and then fear filled her as she imagined what that huge prick would feel like. By parting his fingers as they ground in and out of her asshole he was able to dilate her back passage. Now he was ready.
He got on his knees on the bed behind her. She waited with trepidation for the first thrust of his cock which would send searing pain up her gut. Instead she gasped in astonishment for she felt his tongue licking her behind! Goray Lal could not help himself. He had to pay homage to his goddess.
But then even more primeval instincts took hold and he reached for more oil. He massaged his cock with it till it was slick and shiny and ready. He pressed the head against the rose bud and gently but with persistence pushed it in. Gradually the muscular ring parted and the tip of his cock slid in. She held her breath, waiting to be ravaged.
She gasped in surprise when she felt an oily hand on her breasts and another on her hairy cunt. One lovingly played with her breasts and nipples and the thumb of the other strummed on her clit while two fingers sawed into her vagina. While she was distracted with these pleasurable sensations he concentrated on imperceptibly pushing his rod into her rectum. It took some time but finally he was buried in her ass and she had not even noticed!
_deepika-padukone-nude-fisted-pussy-fake.jpg)
He removed his hands from her breasts and cunt to hold her by her haunches. That was when she became aware that he had his humongous cock completely embedded in her rectum.
How had he done it? And how was she tolerating it so well?! Before she could analyze the situation he began slowly withdrawing his penis. He stopped, when only the head was rooted. Then he shafted her ass in one fell move. She huffed more in surprise than pain. Before she knew it he had started ramming her ass vigorously.
Then he draped himself on her back. She bore his weight as he reached around for her breasts. His oily hands squeezed her breasts and then pinched her nipples mercilessly. Once again the other hand stimulated her clit and cunt. She felt the mat of chest hair rub against her naked skin with each thrust of his cock in and out of her rectum. He rammed into her ass relentlessly, licking the back of her neck and her ear lobes.
He lifted himself on his haunches and his enormous black cock withdrew smoothly from her warm shit hole till the massive head was almost out. Then he held onto her hips and rammed the whole thing in viciously. She struggled for breath at the force of the coupling. He pulled on her long silky hair till her neck was hyper extended and she was looking up at the ceiling.
"She delivered a healthy boy. And would you believe it, he was as fair as the two of them!"
"Meanwhile my fame as a wrestler was spreading. No one could beat me and so obviously the number of wrestlers who wanted to be the first to do so grew everyday. My fame was in a way my undoing."
"One day the guru took me aside and said that he had just come back from a village called Parasia. That was the name of the village where the tragic events had taken place. He had learned that the father of the fellow I had killed had surmised that I was the killer and he was sending a bunch of mercenary soldiers to kill me. "I have grown to love you like a son and you have brought a lot of riches to us. I am obligated to help you," he said, "Run away son and may god help you."
"And I have been running ever since. Every time I settle down somewhere, something happens and soon enough there is a posse looking for me. I guess the fellow I killed had a very rich and very unforgiving father with a very long memory. The fact that I am an outcaste and had dared to escape justice had added fuel to the fire."
"And here I am still running. But now I am under your protection and I know that I am safe. I will stay here for as long as you will let me." She felt relieved, for he seemed to be back in his goddess worshipping mode. But in the next instant he continued, "But now my queen my story is done and it is time for this black outcaste cock to enter your ass!"
He stood up and taking hold of his cock placed it in her mouth. He held her head as she sucked on the nub and gradually worked as much as she could down her throat. He sighed for he could have her suck him forever and love every minute of it. But he had to move on. Removing his prick he gestured to her to get on her hands and knees on the bed.
With dread she moved slowly, till her backside was presented to him to assault. He just stood there, awed at the sight. Flawless white tapered pillars that supported perfectly rounded buttocks without a hint of weightiness or sag. He got on the bed behind her and parted her cleft. There winking back at him was her crinkled rose bud anus. He lovingly massaged it with his thumb marveling at the muscular reaction and the thought that very soon it would contract round his penis.
He got off the bed to retrieve scented oil from one of the as yet unlit lamps. He rubbed the oil on his hands and then gradually introduced an oily finger into her anus. Slowly he worked it in and out till she got used to this abnormal intrusion. Then another well oiled finger joined the first. She groaned in pain and then fear filled her as she imagined what that huge prick would feel like. By parting his fingers as they ground in and out of her asshole he was able to dilate her back passage. Now he was ready.
He got on his knees on the bed behind her. She waited with trepidation for the first thrust of his cock which would send searing pain up her gut. Instead she gasped in astonishment for she felt his tongue licking her behind! Goray Lal could not help himself. He had to pay homage to his goddess.
But then even more primeval instincts took hold and he reached for more oil. He massaged his cock with it till it was slick and shiny and ready. He pressed the head against the rose bud and gently but with persistence pushed it in. Gradually the muscular ring parted and the tip of his cock slid in. She held her breath, waiting to be ravaged.
She gasped in surprise when she felt an oily hand on her breasts and another on her hairy cunt. One lovingly played with her breasts and nipples and the thumb of the other strummed on her clit while two fingers sawed into her vagina. While she was distracted with these pleasurable sensations he concentrated on imperceptibly pushing his rod into her rectum. It took some time but finally he was buried in her ass and she had not even noticed!
He removed his hands from her breasts and cunt to hold her by her haunches. That was when she became aware that he had his humongous cock completely embedded in her rectum.
How had he done it? And how was she tolerating it so well?! Before she could analyze the situation he began slowly withdrawing his penis. He stopped, when only the head was rooted. Then he shafted her ass in one fell move. She huffed more in surprise than pain. Before she knew it he had started ramming her ass vigorously.
Then he draped himself on her back. She bore his weight as he reached around for her breasts. His oily hands squeezed her breasts and then pinched her nipples mercilessly. Once again the other hand stimulated her clit and cunt. She felt the mat of chest hair rub against her naked skin with each thrust of his cock in and out of her rectum. He rammed into her ass relentlessly, licking the back of her neck and her ear lobes.
He lifted himself on his haunches and his enormous black cock withdrew smoothly from her warm shit hole till the massive head was almost out. Then he held onto her hips and rammed the whole thing in viciously. She struggled for breath at the force of the coupling. He pulled on her long silky hair till her neck was hyper extended and she was looking up at the ceiling.
"If only you could see what I am seeing. My black out caste cock invading your upper caste rose bud." And then in time with his savage ramming, "Again and again, yes, yes." She was being used as a plaything, as a fuck slave. She had no control, no dignity, and yet she loved every moment!
For him, this was his supreme moment. When he had his goddess under him, getting filthily buggered and enjoying it, completely at his mercy. This thought and the physical sensation of his penis drilling her hot and tight ass and his abdomen thudding against her perfect buttocks were enough to drive him over the edge. He had planned on going on for a long time, but alas he could hold out no longer. With a deep grunt he came in her rectum, coating it liberally with his come. This was without doubt the deepest emotion, the most ecstasy he had felt in his entire fucking career. His mother fucking included.
She had slumped down, completely prone on the bed. For the longest time he lay on her with his cock embedded. Gradually, it softened and then fell out. Only then did he stir and moved off her.
She got up and sat on the edge of the bed. Weak and completely overwhelmed. Not ashamed that she, a queen, had been so contemptuously treated by an outcaste. Just physically and emotionally spent.
She felt him stirring on the bed behind her and then in the next instant found him kneeling on the ground before her kissing her knees.
"My queen," he said, "I am your slave. Do with me what you will. I am now and ever will be yours to command. You are a goddess. As beautiful as Lakshmi, as knowledgeable and clever as Saraswati, as fierce and protective as Deepika in her many manifestations, you are the embodiment of the Mother Goddess."
My god, she thought, this giant has reverted back to his goddess worshipping mode!
She stood up tall and proudly naked, "Kiss my feet." Without a moment's hesitation he prostrated himself before her and kissed her feet.
Then she had a wicked idea. She regally walked to the bathroom, indicating with her fingers that he should follow her. She made him lie down on the floor. Then she squatted over him and began pissing. He did not flinch. He just lay there motionless, looking up at her with a devout expression on his face. She started on his legs and penis and dribbled her way up his forest of abdominal and chest hair. By the time she got to his face there was not much urine left in her bladder. She pissed on his face and then made him open his mouth and trickled the last few drops down his gullet. When she had finished; of his own accord; he lifted his head and licked the remnants from her bush, her vaginal lips, her anus, buttocks and thighs.
He looked up at her with drops of urine and a devout expression on his face, "You are my mother, my lover, my god. Just being around you will fulfill my destiny in life. I beg of you to let me fuck you whenever the mood takes you. My queen you decide when you want me. I will never force myself on you and I will never fuck anyone but you."
And that she felt was a very satisfactory arrangement.
In exchange for his loyalty she made him first the chief of her palace guard and then a few years later the commander in chief of her army. Such was the power of her personality, and his sheer physical presence, that none of the men even thought of questioning the fact that they were taking orders from an out caste.
to be continued...
For him, this was his supreme moment. When he had his goddess under him, getting filthily buggered and enjoying it, completely at his mercy. This thought and the physical sensation of his penis drilling her hot and tight ass and his abdomen thudding against her perfect buttocks were enough to drive him over the edge. He had planned on going on for a long time, but alas he could hold out no longer. With a deep grunt he came in her rectum, coating it liberally with his come. This was without doubt the deepest emotion, the most ecstasy he had felt in his entire fucking career. His mother fucking included.
She had slumped down, completely prone on the bed. For the longest time he lay on her with his cock embedded. Gradually, it softened and then fell out. Only then did he stir and moved off her.
She got up and sat on the edge of the bed. Weak and completely overwhelmed. Not ashamed that she, a queen, had been so contemptuously treated by an outcaste. Just physically and emotionally spent.
She felt him stirring on the bed behind her and then in the next instant found him kneeling on the ground before her kissing her knees.
"My queen," he said, "I am your slave. Do with me what you will. I am now and ever will be yours to command. You are a goddess. As beautiful as Lakshmi, as knowledgeable and clever as Saraswati, as fierce and protective as Deepika in her many manifestations, you are the embodiment of the Mother Goddess."
My god, she thought, this giant has reverted back to his goddess worshipping mode!
She stood up tall and proudly naked, "Kiss my feet." Without a moment's hesitation he prostrated himself before her and kissed her feet.
Then she had a wicked idea. She regally walked to the bathroom, indicating with her fingers that he should follow her. She made him lie down on the floor. Then she squatted over him and began pissing. He did not flinch. He just lay there motionless, looking up at her with a devout expression on his face. She started on his legs and penis and dribbled her way up his forest of abdominal and chest hair. By the time she got to his face there was not much urine left in her bladder. She pissed on his face and then made him open his mouth and trickled the last few drops down his gullet. When she had finished; of his own accord; he lifted his head and licked the remnants from her bush, her vaginal lips, her anus, buttocks and thighs.
He looked up at her with drops of urine and a devout expression on his face, "You are my mother, my lover, my god. Just being around you will fulfill my destiny in life. I beg of you to let me fuck you whenever the mood takes you. My queen you decide when you want me. I will never force myself on you and I will never fuck anyone but you."
And that she felt was a very satisfactory arrangement.
In exchange for his loyalty she made him first the chief of her palace guard and then a few years later the commander in chief of her army. Such was the power of her personality, and his sheer physical presence, that none of the men even thought of questioning the fact that they were taking orders from an out caste.
to be continued...
Super story"If only you could see what I am seeing. My black out caste cock invading your upper caste rose bud." And then in time with his savage ramming, "Again and again, yes, yes." She was being used as a plaything, as a fuck slave. She had no control, no dignity, and yet she loved every moment!
For him, this was his supreme moment. When he had his goddess under him, getting filthily buggered and enjoying it, completely at his mercy. This thought and the physical sensation of his penis drilling her hot and tight ass and his abdomen thudding against her perfect buttocks were enough to drive him over the edge. He had planned on going on for a long time, but alas he could hold out no longer. With a deep grunt he came in her rectum, coating it liberally with his come. This was without doubt the deepest emotion, the most ecstasy he had felt in his entire fucking career. His mother fucking included.
She had slumped down, completely prone on the bed. For the longest time he lay on her with his cock embedded. Gradually, it softened and then fell out. Only then did he stir and moved off her.
She got up and sat on the edge of the bed. Weak and completely overwhelmed. Not ashamed that she, a queen, had been so contemptuously treated by an outcaste. Just physically and emotionally spent.
She felt him stirring on the bed behind her and then in the next instant found him kneeling on the ground before her kissing her knees.
"My queen," he said, "I am your slave. Do with me what you will. I am now and ever will be yours to command. You are a goddess. As beautiful as Lakshmi, as knowledgeable and clever as Saraswati, as fierce and protective as Deepika in her many manifestations, you are the embodiment of the Mother Goddess."
My god, she thought, this giant has reverted back to his goddess worshipping mode!
She stood up tall and proudly naked, "Kiss my feet." Without a moment's hesitation he prostrated himself before her and kissed her feet.
Then she had a wicked idea. She regally walked to the bathroom, indicating with her fingers that he should follow her. She made him lie down on the floor. Then she squatted over him and began pissing. He did not flinch. He just lay there motionless, looking up at her with a devout expression on his face. She started on his legs and penis and dribbled her way up his forest of abdominal and chest hair. By the time she got to his face there was not much urine left in her bladder. She pissed on his face and then made him open his mouth and trickled the last few drops down his gullet. When she had finished; of his own accord; he lifted his head and licked the remnants from her bush, her vaginal lips, her anus, buttocks and thighs.
He looked up at her with drops of urine and a devout expression on his face, "You are my mother, my lover, my god. Just being around you will fulfill my destiny in life. I beg of you to let me fuck you whenever the mood takes you. My queen you decide when you want me. I will never force myself on you and I will never fuck anyone but you."
And that she felt was a very satisfactory arrangement.
In exchange for his loyalty she made him first the chief of her palace guard and then a few years later the commander in chief of her army. Such was the power of her personality, and his sheer physical presence, that none of the men even thought of questioning the fact that they were taking orders from an out caste.
to be continued...
Expecting story where female character is forced transformed destroyed controlled and surrendered... Climax is degrading destructive...
Super bro make it something like series