6 comments/ 55428 views/ 17 favorites The Maharani Pt. 01 By: paragon of virtue Part one: Mahmud of Ghazni It was 1007 A.D. and Mahmud of Ghazni was preparing to raid Hindustan once again. Hindustan, which the British with their inability to curl their occidental tongues around alien consonants, and their arrogance as makers of history, would later rename India. And Christopher Columbus would set sail looking for it and rename Native Americans – Indians. But back to Mahmud. His forays were well planned. Crossing over the mountains as the winter snow melted, he would return to Afghanistan before the monsoon made it impossible to ford the rivers that made Hindustan so fertile and wealthy. His strategy was simple – attack, conquer, plunder and then move on. Not for him the administrative and political quagmire of ruling these Hindus. That would be left for the Mughals and the British to do. Pretending to superimpose law and order over anarchy, the British would prove to be the biggest plunderers. They would systematically denude the region of its wealth for two hundred years and leave behind as their legacy a political and bureaucratic mess that would ensure future generations remained ensnared in poverty. But back to Mahmud. On his first incursion he had met severe resistance from a disciplined force led by a powerful king. He had been able to subdue the king's forces with better tactics and the sheer ruthlessness of his men. On the next expedition he had met with even more resistance from the son of the now dead king. This time around Mahmud was on the verge of defeat. The tide of battle and the course of history were changed when the king's elephant for no clear reason bolted from the battlefield. The king's men thinking that their leader was fleeing had capitulated easily. On subsequent incursions he had been able to run rampant at will through a series of kingdoms with little or no resistance. He had now pillaged most of the kingdoms in the area of Hindustan called the Punjab. Kashmir had been impossible to subjugate and he had given up after a few attempts; besides who cared, there was enough booty to be had elsewhere! He had left behind puppet rulers with the specific task of raising revenues for him. On this expedition he was looking forward to collecting their tribute before moving on to plundering other kingdoms. It never ceased to amaze him how quickly these Hindus accumulated wealth. No matter how many times he ransacked their kingdoms, they always seemed as rich the next time. Ready to be plucked like ripe mangoes! Ordinary citizens appeared to be well off and some of their houses were worth looting. Even more rewarding was sacking the houses of rich merchants and landlords. But by far the greatest treasure-troves were palaces and temples. Here the accumulation of wealth was at times mind boggling. He remembered one kingdom where the king would weigh himself in gold on his birthday and put that gold away in the palace treasury and when Mahmud raided it he found gold bars stacked to the ceiling! And as to the temples, he remembered a particular one with breathtakingly exquisite life size statues of gods and goddesses with multiple limbs. These statues were made of precious metals and heavily encrusted with diamonds, rubies and sapphires. Being a True Believer, he could not allow these symbols of idol worship to exist. He had the gems carefully removed and the metals melted into bars. And of course he had to take the whole lot back with him to Afghanistan for safe keeping. But it was not just the loot that brought him back. It was sex as well. Yes, sex and material wealth. The oldest and most dependable motivating forces to make the male Homo sapiens get off his butt and do stuff. To Mahmud, sex was not synonymous with rape. He was a fighter and a lover. To him rape was disgusting. Taking a woman by force, against her will, was to him an act of cowardice. It was an admission that the perpetrator lacked the skills and the confidence to woo a woman and then fuck her with her full consent, to ecstasy and beyond. Some of the best sex could be found in Hindu temples. There were women here, called Devdasis or servants of God. Their sole purpose ostensibly was to serve God in whatever capacity. In some kingdoms this included servicing the priests and the wealthy and powerful people of that area under the pretext of 'healing' them. He had experienced the 'healing' touch of these sensuous creatures on many an occasion. These women knew how to screw the life out of you - all three orifices, all night, over and over again in numerous positions and various techniques. Two of them in one night could leave you so depleted that for days afterwards you had an idiotic smile on your face and looked at all women as sisters, mothers and daughters, not as sex objects. But that was not all. He had learned that not all married Hindu women were paragons of virtue. True, they gave you the impression that they would rather die than commit adultery. But with a little bit of charm and lots of assurance of secrecy he had been able to get quite a few of them to open their legs for him. In particular he remembered this ultra conservative long legged dusky Hindu woman from his last incursion. She was an aristocratic, haughty ice princess, with a lissome figure, chiseled features, and delightful light brown eyes. She was married to the prime minister of the kingdom he had just moved into. He had sensed the seething passions that lay underneath the frosty exterior of this long legged beauty. And while his men raided the kingdom he had gradually worked on her. It took time but when that woman finally succumbed it was worth the wait and then some. He remembered one memorable night by the end of which he was almost sapped of all his strength. He, Mahmud, the great lover, had almost been bested by this woman. She had taken him up her cunt and anus over and over again in various positions, some so outrageous that he had never been able to duplicate with anyone else. Between rectal and vaginal invasions and some times mid way through she would take him in her mouth and let her cultured tongue pamper his cock. Oh, what a night! The memories of that encounter had his sizable penis erect as he rode his trusty steed through the Khyber Pass beyond which lay the plains of Hindustan. But he did not even touch his penis. Masturbating while riding a horse was too close to having sex with animals, which he thought was an abomination. In fact he never masturbated. He never needed to. While he was home in Ghazni his wife kept him occupied. She was of royal lineage - the daughter of the King of Persia, given to Mahmud to keep him out of Persia. She was an absolute raving beauty. Her doe like enchanting blue eyes, petite frame, soft voice and winsome personality kept him from even looking at other women while he was in Ghazni. Mahmud could have taken a number of wives and an even greater number of concubines. But he was a practical man and knew that having too many women around could lead to palace intrigue and unnecessary complications and unhappiness. Then there was the question of succession. He and his Persian princess had produced one son and that was that, as far as he was concerned. The boy was now seven years old and already being groomed to become a king. When Mahmud needed more women he went off and ravished kingdoms in Hindustan or visited a Central Asian neighbor. There he had women of the royal court offering themselves to him, both because their potentates wanted to keep Mahmud off their kingdoms and also because he had worked his charms on them on previous visits. And what of his Persian princess, was she the doe eyed pristine paragon of virtue he thought she was? Indeed not; she had a sexual appetite even more, if it was possible, than his. She had just learnt to hide it artfully. The Persian youngster who at this moment stood naked before her was testament to that. His slender form was in stark contrast to the monster that stood out proudly from his loins. How could a small and beautiful fellow pack such a huge weapon? He stood with his hands on his hips and a smirk on his face, and waited. She shuffled forward on the velvety smooth bed and engulfed the bulbous end of his penis with her mouth. Gradually she worked her mouth down the shaft licking its underside with her tongue, till his pubic hair brushed up against her lips. She looked up at him with a smile of accomplishment in her eyes. It was remarkable how easily she was able to swallow his entire prick. It was not just that she had experience – she had been able to do it at their very first encounter. He moved his hands off his hips and caressed her silken fair hair as she continued to stroke the underside of his cock with her tongue. She braced herself for what she knew was coming next. He suddenly grabbed her head with both hands and started brutally moving it back and forth on his cock. She began moaning but kept on working on the underside of his prick with her tongue as his rising excitement quickly built up the tempo of his thrusts. Abruptly, with a prolonged cry he came. She swallowed as much as she could but there was just too much stuff today and it leaked out onto her chin and chest. He stooped down and holding her hands made her scoop up all the goop into her mouth and then made her lick her fingers clean. He then stuck his still erect cock back in her mouth. She sucked on his cock with vigor till it was back to being rock hard. Roughly, he moved her face off his cock and flung her on the large bed. He lifted up her loose skirt and since in anticipation she had not worn undergarments, her hairy cunt was exposed. Without much ado he mounted her. "It has been a long time princess, a very long time." As he sank his prick into her warm and wet cunt, "Tonight I will make you my whore again. Poor Sultan Mahmud thinks you are an angel. Does he know who you really are?" He lowered his face and kissed her on her lips and then insinuated his tongue into her mouth and as she entwined hers with his, he began thrusting it in and out in time with his cock thrusts. Then he began savagely fucking her. In and out he banged her cunt viciously slamming into her till she cried out. "Ah my precious princess," he said, "you are in pain?" "Just fuck me, you idiot," said the dainty beauty, "come on, come on, bang me with that baton." And she spat on him and thrust herself at him with abandon. He licked the spit off with his tongue and collecting some of his own, spat right back, and kept on spitting till her face was covered with spit. All the while he cursed her in their native Persian, calling her a whore, a father fucker, a brother fucker, a loose woman who gets fucked by horses and buggered by donkeys and crapped on by the eunuch who cleans out the royal toilet. She kept grunting and thrusting herself energetically back at him, holding her legs apart so that he could continue to penetrate her fully. She rubbed her face against his, spreading his spit on his own face, using her tongue to alternately lick his face or entwine it with his tongue. He reached down and ripped her richly embroidered silken blouse off and sucked on her pink nipples. The added sensation tipped her over the edge and she shrieked out a Persian expletive and reached her orgasm. Her cunt was flooded with wholesome fluid even as it clamped down on his huge cock squeezing it rhythmically. When she was with this fellow, she loved being taken brutally and treated like a slut. When she was with Mahmud, she loved being treated like a dainty princess, allowing Mahmud to indulge his softer, gentler side and make love to her, not just fuck her. It was not that she was play acting or hiding her real self. Plain and simple – she loved sex. She understood sex was an act between consenting adults and to really enjoy it meant behaving differently with different partners, allowing each of them to express their sexuality completely thus enhancing the interaction and raising the act from mere fucking to sublime intercourse. The fellow she was with right now had no such lofty thoughts and just waited for her to climb off the rainbow. Not being able to move his cock he feasted on her nipples till finally her cunt released his colossal cock. He then turned her over on to her hands and knees with half his cock still sheathed in her stretched cunt. He climbed on the bed behind her and placing his knees inside hers proceeded to hammer away at her exposed cunt. He parted her buttocks and there was his crinkled pink prey, her unprotected anus. He spat on his hands and worked the spit around the opening, feeling the muscles of the corrugated ring. Involuntarily, her anal ring contracted, thrilling him. He placed his index finger at the opening and gradually pushed it in till suddenly the ring gave and contracted around his finger. He moved his finger in and out till he felt the sphincter relax and then he shoved another finger in. Gradually he made her get used to the sensation of having her ass hole stuffed. She wanted to yell at him to get on with it and shove his cock up her anus but she also wanted to humor him and let him pretend that she was a poor little dainty princess with a delicate and tiny anus that had to be prepared properly before being ravaged. He removed his exploring fingers, spat on his prick and then on her ass hole and then placed his cock at the wrinkled opening. Slowly he introduced it in. When he got the head beyond the ring she moaned as if in pain. "Aha, my little princess finds this humble servant's prick too big for her tiny anus," and she moaned some more as he worked it in further. She continued to humor him and play this game even though anal penetration was nothing new or painful. She loved to be taken up the shit hole. In fact Mahmud took her ass quite frequently and his prick was just as thick though shorter than this guy's. Finally he bottomed out and then watched in fascination as his cock slithered out till only the heavy head remained embedded. He paused for a moment then thrust it in viciously drawing a genuine cry from her. He began relentlessly assaulting her rectum, forcefully holding her head down and biting the back of her neck. Not satisfied he turned her over and laid her supine and entered her ass face to face. The lusty ravaged expressions on her face exciting him to greater heights. "Started without me," said someone, startling them both till they saw that it was Rehana the princess's hand maiden and the wife of the guy who was buggering her. It was Rehana who had brought the news of Mahmud's crossing into Hindustan to the princess. Such was the fear of Mahmud that they had not even thought of playing till he was far away. Even now Rehana, the princess's hand maiden, was taking no chances. She had unlocked a cleverly hidden trapdoor in the floor below the thick carpet in the princess's bedroom to let Rahim, her husband, in. She had then gone off to ensure that there was no one else in any of the other rooms that made up the princess's chambers. She had then securely locked from the inside all entrances, before returning to the bedroom. She quickly shed her clothes and joined in. Rehana was short, dark and chubby. Yet she exuded sensuality. It was in her healthy brown skin that had the right sheen to undulate seductively with each movement of her body. It was in her movements, the way she walked with a natural swing in her hips that made her ass bounce provocatively with each step. Strong men found themselves wanting to stop her, expose her chubby cheeks and ravage her brown anal bud savagely. It was in her soft raspy voice that sent blood rushing to engorge men's cocks. She climbed on to the bed and placed her cunt on the princess's face, who then proceeded to use her talented tongue on the exposed vaginal lips and clitoris. They had been lovers for years. In fact this hand maiden of hers had been with her since childhood and had moved with her from Persia when she got married. It was a complex relationship in which they were mistress and servant, friends, lovers and had shared men over the years. It was basically because of this relationship, that the princess had been able to keep her sexual encounters secret, even from her own husband. Rehana's husband removed his cock from the princess's anus and thrust it into his wife's open mouth, and said, "Clean it; remove your precious princess's shit from my cock." "You better have plenty left for me, Rahim you bastard," said Rehana lovingly to her husband, as she briskly tongued his prick from root to tip and back again till it was clean and shining with her spit. Back went the battering ram into the princess's anus in one savage thrust that made her cry out again. Vigorously he buggered her, holding her legs up and parted so that his wife could attack the exposed cunt with her tongue. He could feel that he was close to coming. Roughly he pushed his wife out of the way and moving up the princess's body pushed his cock into her mouth, "You scumbag princess, I am going to come in your royal mouth again." Gladly, the princess's mouth accepted his prong while his wife parted his buttocks and began sucking on his exposed ass hole. This pushed him over the edge and he came; once again flooding the princess's mouth and nostrils with his spunk. Rehana moved from her husband's ass to greedily lick his semen off the princess's face. She then heard the muffled tap tap in code and went off to open the trapdoor and let Rogan, her brother, in. He had crawled through a long and winding passageway that started in the royal stables. Rogan was officially in charge of the stables and had discovered this long forgotten secret passageway by sheer chance. The princess became conscious of his presence when she felt his prick going up her ass. "Get off my face you swine," said the petite and refined princess to Rahim, "suck my cunt while Rogan buggers my ass." Rahim turned around quickly and enthusiastically immersed his face in her cunt. Rogan removed his prick from the royal ass hole and shoved it at the husband, "Suck my cock, you whore, clean it well for I am going to fuck you with it." Without hesitation Rahim took it in his mouth, lovingly licking every nook and cranny. He had taken this cock up his ass quite a few times and was looking forward to a buggering today. "No," said the royal wife to Rogan, "fuck my cunt let his wife take care of him." Eagerly Rogan obeyed her and placed his now clean cock at her vaginal opening and with a gratified sigh smoothly shafted her. Rehana, who was aching to have her cunt filled, lay down next to the princess with an expectant smile on her face and her legs eagerly parted. Her husband placed his now erect again cock at her vaginal opening and went down that well used tunnel. She took his huge cock much more easily than had the princess. Very quickly the practiced duo set up a delicious tempo matching their movements with those of the princess and Rogan. Her husband's huge cock going in and out of her slick cunt so excited Rehana that she had to reach out and fondle her true love's breasts. She loved her husband but simply adored Mahmud's wife – her childhood sweetheart. She maneuvered herself and her husband so that without breaking the rhythm of their fucking she was able to reach over and kiss the princess on her lips even as she continued kneading her breasts. "Oh, my princess," she said, "My perfect little creature, I will fuck you to my heart's content today. No fear of your husband walking in on us." Her mouth moved down and suckled on those perfect breasts, her tongue expertly working on the perky pink nipples. She reached down and felt her brother's cock as it rammed the princess's cunt and her fingers found the royal clitoris eliciting a contented growl from the princess. Meanwhile her husband hammered his cock into her cunt and was quickly reached the tipping point. He reached over and worked a finger into Rogan's bum hole, and then extending his neck worked his tongue into the princess's mouth. He moved his cock, finger and tongue in rhythm and with a loud and extended grunt came in his wife's warm cunt. Spent, he let his shrinking cock plop out of his wife's flooded cunt and lying on his side continued to observe the frenzied fucking. The Maharani Pt. 01 Rogan was the next to come. But before he reached ejaculation he pulled out of the princess's cunt and impaled his sister's drenched cunt. She held his face in her hands and entwined her tongue with his. A couple of vigorous thrusts and he exploded with a deep seated incestuous growl. But he was not done yet. He kept thrusting into his sister, while she sensuously stroked his body with her hands and his tongue with hers. In no time his penis was rock hard again. He removed it from her clasping cunt and anointed it with perfumed oil that he had brought with him. Next he worked the oil into and around her anus liberally smearing the area. Then without much ado he shafted her bung hole. This elicited an involuntary 'oh' from Rehana and then as she grew used to his full blooded thrusts began spitting at him and yelling out choice expletives. This spectacle had made Rahim hard and raring to go. He in turn rubbed profuse amounts of the perfumed oil on his cock and moving Rogan out of the way went up his wife's dark hole. Rogan was not going to let his penis just hang in thin air. No indeed. He applied oil to Rahim's exposed ass hole and then quickly thrust his cock in. This sudden and brutal assault made Rahim yell out in pain and paralyzed his own cock. But in an instant pain became pleasure and soon two cocks were vigorously being thrust into two very accepting ass holes. The sight of this communal buggery was too exciting for the princess and she moved her naked body astride Rehana's face who lovingly drooled all over her pink gash. Rogan was the first to come. He pulled Rahim off Rehana and pushed him face down on the bed. He sat on him and lovingly caressed his pink buttocks while continuing his brutal assault. With a loud and prolonged roar he came up Rahim's ass hole. He was not allowed to rest. Rahim had not yet come and his enormous cock was hard as stone. He pushed Rogan off him and onto his back. He then stood up and pulled him to the edge of the bed, pushed his legs back and exposed his anus. Quickly some oil was smeared on anus and cock and then up Rogan's alley went the enormous cock. This was too much for Rogan to handle and he began howling like an injured dog. His sister hastily shut him up with a slap and then muffled him with her hands, "Shut up you clown. Stop behaving like a foolish virgin. You will have the Princess's guard breaking down the doors. You have taken this cock too many times to be yelping like this." She then moved down and engulfed his penis with her mouth and began working on the poor shrunken thing. Instantly his yelping was reduced to satisfied grunts and she took her hands away from his mouth. In a few more thrusts Rahim was done and flooded Rogan's rectum with his spunk. All in all, a wonderful menagerie of perverts! But back to Mahmud. As he moved through the mountains, a little hullabaloo was taking place in the kingdom of Bhatner in the plains of Hindustan. A tiger had snatched an infant in the southern reaches of the kingdom. The hapless mother had put the sleepy infant in a hammock while she worked in the fields sowing wheat. A cry and a growl had made her turn around anxiously only to see the tiger disappear into the jungle with the baby. When word of this reached Bhatner fort, the king's abode, he as the protector of his people, felt duty bound to hunt down this marauding creature. A royal hunt was organized and the king rode out on Bajrang, his favorite steed. It took a day for the royal party to reach that part of the jungle where the tiger had last been seen. It took another day for the royal elephant, Bijli, to reach them and then the hunt started in real earnest. The king seated high on his lavishly decorated elephant moved into the jungle at the beast's naturally leisurely pace. In front of him went the beaters. They would beat loudly on drums to scare animals out of hiding from under bushes or the thick undergrowth. The jungle was teeming with game which scuttled out in droves. But the king and his people were strict vegetarians. Taking life unnecessarily was a punishable offence. So nothing was killed and the relentless hunt continued for the tiger. Suddenly the tiger was sighted. It was lying on the ground in thick grass growling and snarling but unable to move. The reason why it turned into a man-eater was now obvious - its left hind paw had been injured at some stage and was now heavily infected. The tiger was put out of its misery with a salvo of royal arrows and its carcass left for the scavengers of the jungle to feed on. It was on the trail home that tragedy struck. The king was dozing in the afternoon heat on Bajrang, when a partridge suddenly took flight across the royal path. The startled royal horse reared up in surprise unseating the dozing king who fell off the horse onto the upright spear of a guard walking beside him. The spear entered his side and it was quickly apparent that the king was gravely injured. He was rushed back to Bhatner fort for the royal physician's ministrations. This consisted of the chanting of mantras and the brewing of numerous herbal concoctions which were either imbibed by the royal patient or placed in his wound. It soon became obvious that the king was going to die. While arrangements were being made for the royal pyre the queen was being prepared for sati. She was young and had been married to the king for just a few years. No matter. Hindu tradition demanded that a widow end her life by immolating herself on her husband's pyre. And royalty had to set an example. But back to Mahmud. While all this was going on he and his men had reached the border of Bhatner and were preparing to invade it. Even as the king breathed his last, Mahmud and his muslim soldiers gathered for a swift strike. The lack of resistance was amazing even by Hindustani standards. People just gaped at the soldiers as they advanced on the fort. It was at the gates that there was some semblance of resistance – the guards refused to open the gates. Two charging horsemen made them quickly change their minds and they flung the gates open and fled. The young king had been very well liked and his sudden demise had left his people numb and utterly lacking the will to resist. All this meant just one thing to the ever practical Mahmud. He could raid this kingdom without the fear of losing any of his men. And by the grace of Allah this kingdom looked really rich! In a leisurely stroll through the fort he found the treasury. As he suspected it was filled to the rafters with good stuff. Immediately, men were detailed to both take inventory and start packing the stuff to take home. He trusted nobody and so had a lot of men involved with everyone watching everyone else. Next he stumbled upon the female section of the fort. His men had secured the entrance without venturing inside. They knew the ways of their Sultan well! He pushed open the doors and wandered in. There was the usual assortment of female attendants now huddled together in fearful congress. He spied an ornately carved wooden door that he suspected led to the queen's chambers. Curiosity made him push it open and enter. In an inner large room he found the queen. She was crouched by the side of a bed on which lay a sleeping child. She was draped in a widow's white sari the free end of which completely covered her face. In an exposed fair hand she held a large metal vessel. "If you come any closer I will kill myself with this poison." Her voice was throaty yet with a light trill and with a velvety something in it that made Mahmud think of the purring of a cat. "Stop right there," said that throaty voice. Mahmud stopped right there. "That is a lot of poison, your highness," said Mahmud with a hint of laughter in his voice, "can it be that the royal poison maker mistook her highness for an elephant." Queen Parvati drew herself to her full height and said disdainfully in that incredibly sexy voice, "Do not mock us, you savage." Mahmud of Ghazni drew in a sharp breath, found his tongue sticking to the roof of his suddenly dry mouth and felt a stirring in his loins. The queen was tall, the top of her head almost up to his eye level, and he was a full head taller than most of his men. Even her baggily draped sari could not effectively hide a perfectly proportioned figure. She had kept her face hidden in the hooded end of her sari. Like any virtuous Hindu woman she would rather show a stranger her bottom than her face. In fact virtuous Hindu women were more likely to let you fuck their bottoms than show their faces. His penis enlarged as he remembered the number of perfect and naked Hindu bottoms he had fucked – ass or cunt or both, with the face never seen. His penis began rising. Mahmud, he said to himself do away with that thought. Stay in the present. "Please your highness," he said with a voice suddenly dry and raspy, "I have no intention of mocking you. Forgive this unworthy one and allow him to explain himself. I do not want to harm you or your child. You may call me a savage but as Allah is my witness I have never forced myself on any woman." At that precise moment the sleeping child made a sudden movement and let out a cry that made the queen jerk around to make sure all was well. The child carried on sleeping with an abandon only known to the very young. However, on jerking around the queen lost her grip on the hood of her sari. Down came the never to be dropped veil. Just for an instant, before she regained her hold on the sari, her face was uncovered. That instant for him was like an eternity. He had just beheld the most beautiful face that had ever been his good fortune to behold. And he had beheld quite a few. Fair complexion, rich brown hair, chiseled features, generous mouth, almond shaped grey green eyes. Allah! Thought Mahmud, she is what the Hindus call an Apsara – those heavenly maidens whose beauty enslaves devoted Rishis and even gods. Hindustani women were generally dusky – mostly light brown, some black. Fair complexion was less common and women as fair as the queen rare indeed. Said this vision of beauty from behind her now restored veil, "We have heard that you and your men have done unspeakable things to the people whose land you usurped." "Your highness," said Mahmud in a feigned shocked tone, "who told you these lies! Sure we use force to subjugate people to our will. But never more than what is absolutely necessary. And my men never rape or pillage." Absolute nonsense of course because even if Mahmud himself had never raped a woman there was no way he could prevent his men from doing so. And he was smart enough to not even try. But the wily guy was only trying to keep the conversation going. He already had visions of this ethereal beauty bouncing on his prong and was busy figuring out how to get her there. Said the queen, "If I have been told lies then you tell me the truth." The truth, only Allah knows the truth, thought Mahmud, "My people are good and hard working. But by God's will they have been given land on which very little grows. So every now and then I need to make these expeditions to feed my people." An erect cock has no conscience, absolutely none. And Mahmud's was as erect as a minaret. Her voice, her figure, her face had engorged it to unbelievable proportions. It made him say things with only one aim in mind – put me between those divine thighs. "Really?" This really was news to the queen. Feeding his poor people had never been bandied about as a reason for Mahmud's raids. "How do I know that you tell me the truth? You are denying that your men rape and pillage. And now you tell me that you do not rob us to make you wealthy but only to feed your people!" "Your supreme majesty," said Mahmud, "I will prove to you that my men do not rape or pillage. My men and I will withdraw from the fort completely. We will stay in tents that we shall pitch at the foot of the little hill on which your fort stands. We will allow free access both to and from the palace. Of course all movement will be closely watched and guards will be posted. If you hear of any misdeeds committed by my men I will withdraw from your kingdom and leave you in peace. However, at the end of seven days if nothing is reported to you, then you will pay me tribute from the royal treasury. The exact amount in gold, silver and precious stones will be what my tax collectors calculate it to be." Why seven days he was not sure. Except that it would give his men enough time to assess the wealth in the royal treasury, and in the rest of the kingdom – in the temples and houses of the rich. And for him to finalize which kingdom he would annex next. "This is silly; you already have access to the treasury. You are free to do as you please. Our kingdom is defeated and without a king." "But I have no other way of showing you my truthfulness. I am not the greedy thief you think I am. I will not touch the treasury till the seven days are up and you are satisfied that I speak the truth. Please accept my offer." Exasperated the queen said, "Why do you make this offer? This kingdom is yours to do with as you please." "Because quite simply dear lady you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever had the good fortune to meet." Truthfully and sincerely and with an unbearably erect cock. This so shocked the queen that she let the end of her sari fall as she turned around with her face uncovered and looked at him in horror. "I am a widow. How dare you talk to me in this fashion? Don't you know that with the death of my husband my life is forfeit?" Absolutely the wrong thing to have done. Her naked face, her throaty voice, her perfect figure inflamed his passion so much that it took all his control to stop Mahmud from clasping her to his breast and making passionate love to her right there and then. Actually fuck her to kingdom come was more in line with his thinking. He was a practical man after all; not given to flights of fancy. Just hard old fashioned raging fucking that is what he wanted. Just to fuck this wonderful creature – fuck her cunt, fuck her face, and fuck her ass. But all in good time. For now - "I am a muslim but am not a zealot and I respect the traditions of other religions. I fight and conquer for economic reasons not to convert the conquered to Islam. However, I do find this Hindu practice abhorrent especially when it means that the nectar of life from a delicate flower like you will be fuel for the fire of tradition," said Mahmud waxing lyrical with his sublimated passion. "No your highness I can not countenance that. I will allow the priests to cremate your husband and I will let the people mourn him but I will not allow you to kill yourself." "And how exactly will you stop me," said the queen raising the large chalice of poison to her lips. "Will you really leave your child motherless in this cruel world?" Defeated, her shoulders drooped and she stifled a sob as her gaze fell on the still sleeping child. He had guessed correctly; this woman had more mother in her than your average Hindu woman. Again that impulse to clasp and fuck raced wildly through his brain. "Mahmud," he said to himself, "get out of here right now. This is not the time. The time will come later if Allah wills it." Aloud he said, "I see Allah has given you wisdom. I will leave now for I can see that you will not disappoint Him. I will take this poison with me." Outside the door he turned to one of his men and said, "Bring the Hakim here." And when the Hakim appeared he was ordered to go through the queen's chambers to search for poisons. Meanwhile his soldiers removed all weapons with which she could do herself any harm. Mahmud was a practical man. For the next seven days he did what he said he would do. He retreated from the fort and camped outside. But everyday he presented himself at the palace and waited till the queen gave him an audience. And then he worked on her. He understood perfectly that you just cannot fuck women. You got to be able to make them want to get fucked. He placed himself out of sight. But he knew the power in his voice or in fact the power in anyone's voice for that matter. Anyone that is who knew how to use tone, inflection and the meaning of words; anyone who spoke with an erect cock with only one aim in mind. And Mahmud was a past master, an artiste. Gradually and subtly he broke through her suspicions, her primordial ideas of Hindus and Muslims, and her inherent shyness till he was able to engage her in effortless conversation. His task was made easier by the fact that she was intelligent and quick on the uptake. Meanwhile he issued an order that if any of his men raped a local woman he would be beheaded. If there was even a suspicion of wrongdoing - off comes the head. Such was the power of Mahmud's personality that not a single soldier dared disobey him. When the seven days were up, Mahmud moved back into the fort. He was fed up with the Spartan tent life by then and ready for some hedonistic pleasure. And there was so much and no more discipline that his men could take. And this seduction was going to take longer. Both the queen and he had forgotten about his extracting tribute from the royal treasury. He, because of his seething lust and she because of her raging confusion. He moved into rooms far away from the Queen's quarters. He was going to be patient and play it like an expert. And his men were going to sack this kingdom like experts in the meantime. Everyday he sent her flowers and flowery letters that he paid one of her maids (the only one who could read and write) to read to her. Numerous poets had penned this collection of his and he had used it to good effect before. An erect cock has no conscience but just one aim – penetration. He was not just going to fuck her he was going to ass fuck her! With every passing day his fantasies grew more and more. If you do not masturbate like every other frustrated red blooded male then what do you expect?! And he sent her perfumes and other items of toiletry and bits of jewelry that he had collected in his marauding. She sent back everything and he kept sending her more of everything. Finally she got fed up. "Why do you do this?" said she exasperated. "I am a widow, my life is forfeit. It ended when my husband died. And you treat me like a lover. You send personal gifts. Gifts that I cannot accept. You are an uncouth muslim. You eat the flesh of animals. You cannot understand the greatness of Hinduism – I may die a widow in this life but in my next I will be rewarded because I adhered to the tenets of Hinduism. Please let me die and fulfill my destiny." Aha, thought Mahmud maybe we are finally there. "Your highness, for too long have I waited. I must now tell you quite plainly what my feelings are. You are like a heavenly being to me. I am worthy of kissing only the ground you walk on." Mahmud fell to the floor and began animatedly kissing it with unbridled passion. The floor was dusty and tasted awful but he stuck to his task with fervor only out and out lust could engender. The queen was so embarrassed by this degrading spectacle that she moved forward with arms extended as if to lift him bodily off the floor. Whereupon the lusty rascal seized her hands and began kissing them with unbridled passion. Long tapered fingers delicately poised just waiting to be kissed. She should have taken her hands away immediately. But for some reason that she could not effectively explain she let them lie there clasped in Mahmud's gnarly hands. He kissed his way up her forearms, her soft and giving arms, to those perfect shoulders and then he was face to face with the most gorgeous creature he had ever set eyes on, his Persian princess included. Even Mahmud the seasoned fornicator was momentarily stunned by this vision of beauty. The Maharani Pt. 01 For her part the queen continued to be completely confused. She may have been intelligent but was very young and naïve about men. Her husband had been her only lover and he had been as inexperienced and as inhibited as her. Their lovemaking had been hurried and clumsy and each session ended the moment he had expended himself. She was just not used to so much attention and so much fuss being made about her. And then there was this unmentionable feeling that she felt when she heard Mahmud's voice or saw his face; even a beard could not effectively hide a strong jaw and resolute manly features. She felt a trembling in her knees that she could not successfully control being held by this big and powerfully built man. Mahmud looked at that innocent face with its befuddled expression and he knew he had his prey. Maybe prey was not the right term. Unless sticking a hard piece of flesh into a warm receiving piece of flesh was hunting. He softly encircled her with his hands and then pressed his lips against hers. She suddenly came alive and struggled to get away. He held her firmly with his brawny arms and moved one hand to the back of her head to keep her face still while he again pressed his lips to hers. For a short while he felt resistance and then like a deer resigned to its fate it melted away and he became conscious of her lips quivering against his and then actually moving against his! Gently he moved down. Kissing softly her cheeks, then neck and then the tops of her covered breasts. One of his hands held the back of her neck firmly while the other traveled down her back to her perfect taut buttocks softly squeezing each. By Allah, they were magnificent. She was tall but not large and this was reflected in her behind and in her breasts when he finally got them uncovered. Those breasts were just bigger than his fully opened hand, with large and long pink nipples that sprang erect and hard when his fingers played with them. He brought his lips to those nipples and teased them with his tongue, first one and then the other. For her part the queen was now not even remotely opposing what he was doing. She was lost in a haze of excitement. Sexually aroused, perhaps more than she had ever been before in her life, she was actually sighing and gasping and moving against his hands, one of which was now cupping her cunt and rubbing her covered vaginal lips. Boldly, he slipped his hand under the tied up end of her sari and underclothes to feel her luxuriant pubic hair and her now moist cuntal opening. Gently, he inserted a finger into the ridged interior and she gasped even more. He found her mouth with his and stuck his tongue down her throat. She responded by instinctively sucking on his tongue and this so inflamed him that he jammed two fingers into her now widely accepting cunt and began sawing them in and out. Gone was the gentleness, he was now shamelessly fucking her with his fingers and she was brazenly responding by flinging herself on those marauding fingers. Then with a stifled cry and a gasp she came. For the first time ever she had an orgasm. She almost passed out with the intensity of the experience. Incredible; Mahmud's fingers had achieved what her dead husband's penis never had. Mahmud let her climb off her orgasmic heights. Then he gently laid her on her bed and proceeded to slowly disrobe her. The lecherous lothario enjoyed every bit of what was gradually revealed - smooth white undulating skin, perky perfect breasts with those mile long huge nipples, an inny belly button rising and falling sexily with her excited breathing on a flat abdomen, curvy waist that he could completely encircle with his hands. Then as he peeled her sari off – the cunt that he had fingered to orgasm, creamy thighs that tapered to dappled knees that flowed into full calves and sculptured feet with long resolute toes. He just had to do the obvious. He had learnt the pleasures of oral sex from Devdasis on his previous forays and here was someone who deserved every bit of what he had to offer. He parted those perfect thighs and placed his face between them. He inhaled the fresh scent of this aroused gorgeous woman. Then he stuck his tongue out and tasted her vaginal lips. The contact made her realize what was happening and overcome with disgust – how could anyone put their mouth there – she flapped about and tried to disengage herself. Mahmud was having none of this. He held her wonderful thighs firmly while escalating the assault on her vagina. He licked up to her clitoris and found that it was turgid with arousal and obviously every little bit of it was sensitive as all get out because she was moaning and groaning and writhing, and in no time at all, as he continued his lingual assault she shuddered to another orgasm. All the times she had been fucked by her husband had been exciting. But it seemed now that they were just dry runs that never quite reached the take off point, beyond which lay this incredible feeling of wholeness, of being satisfied in every fiber of her being, of lights popping and thunder like explosions going off in her head. As she lay and watched through hazy eyes, Mahmud began undressing. Off came the long loose cotton shirt and then down went the draw string trousers and out popped his cock. She gasped audibly as it sprang into view, huge and proudly erect. She had never really seen an erect cock before. Just glimpses of her husband's before he entered her and sheathed it in her cunt. Most of their fucking had been at night, clumsy and hurried. This erect cock before her made her stomach muscles tighten in excitement and her cunt moist and ready. He moved between her thighs and gently entered her. Another gasp from her. Much bigger than the only cock she had known. Slowly he worked it in till finally he was in to his balls. He stopped and savored the moment. It had been hard work but definitely worth it. He looked down at her beautiful face now wreathed in wonderment and lust and then to the sight of his prong sheathed in warmth and wetness. He felt the pleasure he always felt at the completion of a conquest. This was what it was all about. Kingdoms or women; there was no substitute for this feeling of accomplishment that the immediate aftermath of conquest engendered. This feeling was what gave true meaning to his life. He began moving inside her. Very quickly up to ramming speed and then with a gasp he came. Deprivation of sex had taken its toll on his ability to last. To her astonishment he remained hard and in her cunt, and then began thrusting again, even as their combined secretions ran out of her cunt and down her thighs and buttocks on to the bed sheet. This time he lasted a long time. She found herself parting her thighs completely and raising her buttocks to help his prick reach further inside her cunt. She placed her spread feet on his back where they beat on him in time to his lunging. Again she found herself climbing the rainbow and then with a cry she came. Shortly after that he flooded her cunt with a second load. He stayed on top of her with his softening cock still in her vagina. He bruised her lips with his teeth, and then suckled on her breasts pulling on her nipples with strength and urgency her baby had never displayed. It stimulated her and she found to her astonishment it made his cock hard once again. He pulled out his cock with a pop that brought a sigh of disappointment from her. He crawled up her body and held his prick to her mouth. "Suck this. Open your mouth my queen and suck this hose. Take Mahmud to heaven." He could not be serious she thought. Suck it?! Ugh! No way! He held her head firmly and she found her lips parting and her mouth engulfing the head of his prick. Of its own volition her tongue began licking the underside of his penis as more and more of the shaft penetrated her oral cavity. Down her throat it went and all she did was suck and lick till his pubic hair caressed her lips. The repugnance she felt at smelling and tasting their combined intimate secretions had disappeared, replaced by this overwhelming desire to suck the very life out of his prick. He looked down at her. My God, he thought, she was a natural. This was a woman made for fucking. He got up on his knees and began fucking her face. She found herself accepting the violation with pleasure and moving her tongue on the underside of his cock as encouragement. Her hands found his balls and her fingers began massaging them. This was too much even for a seasoned fucker like Mahmud and he came furiously in her mouth. He held her face as his cock exploded. She swallowed quickly but was just not experienced enough to handle all he had to offer. Stuff trickled out of the corners of her mouth and down her face. Her fingers collected the run off and as his shrinking cock left her mouth she replaced it with her fingers and licked them clean. With a twinkle in her eyes she reached for his penis, "Where do you think you are going with that?" Her hand gently stroked it to semi hardness and then she wrapped her lips around it and sucked it back to powerful rigidity. He looked in wonder as this beautiful creature, this personification of the ideal in a woman, sucked on his cock with the wantonness of a slut. He had worked hard to get to fuck her. Very hard. But never in his wildest dreams had he anticipated this result. He had been smitten by her absolute beauty and the outcome he had looked for was to shaft this perfect being. Her beauty had been a goal in itself. He had not looked beyond that. But now as he realized that he had somehow unleashed a lusty tigress his thoughts returned to their usual level of depravity – he was going to ass fuck her. Oh yes he was going to bugger this beauty. He had thoughts of ass fucking her before but those were just the random musings of a sex starved fellow. Never a course of action he had thought possible. But now he saw it as the next course. Make her submit to him, ride her ass, watch as his prong pierced her rectum and her ravaged face begged for release. Quickly, he removed his prick from her mouth even as her expression said "why?" He turned her on her side and then slid down to place his mouth on her anus. He parted those magnificent buttocks and gazed in awe at the rose bud. But only for a moment before he attacked it with his tongue. "Yeech," she thought," What is he doing? That is so dirty." And she tried to move away. Mahmud was single minded in his purpose. He was going to bugger this woman, this vision of perfection, come what may. His sturdy hands firmly held her hips in place as his lingual assault became more intense. When she found she could not move away she just lay there and suffered the utter degeneracy of his assault. He lifted her thighs and moving his body placed himself between them, wrapping her legs around him as he licked her shit chute. Imperceptibly but surely she began to get aroused by the incessant banging of his tongue against her anus. Gradually she relaxed and her legs moved against his torso as her lust rose. Mahmud pushed his tongue past her anal ring into her rectum. He held it there even as she voluntarily squeezed her anal muscles shut. But there was no way of expelling the offending tongue. Then he began grinding it in and out till she got used to the strange sensation of having something shoved up a passage that normally shoves out stuff. Then he spat on his fingers and took out his tongue and replaced it with a spit slick finger. He spat some more and before she could react another finger went up her rectum. Both fingers began sawing in and out. Even as she enjoyed the assault she thought, "What is going on?" "What is the purpose of all this?" And then in a terrifying instant she suddenly knew. "Oh no," she yelled," No, no, it will kill me," and in a frenzied motion freed herself from his fingers and flung herself out of his reach. Mahmud reacted quickly and wrestled with her on the bed firmly holding her in place with his body atop hers. He regretted using force on this exquisite woman. But he knew she would enjoy it if only he could take her there. Besides which he now had an unbearably erect cock and a mind fixated on anal action. Even as his weight held her on her side, he began softly kissing her hair, her ear, her cheek and she responded by turning her face, her lips. Gradually she relaxed and he let her move onto her back under him. Looking down at her he saw the lust and the want in her eyes. To assuage it he took his erect cock and placed it on her cunt. She parted her thighs and holding his buttocks smoothly impaled herself on his turgid organ. Slowly and rhythmically he fucked her, raising himself up on his arms to observe her ravaged face. Steadily they worked together till she was in the throes of another orgasm. She moaned and groaned and stuck her tongue down his open mouth, and wrapped her gorgeous arms and perfect legs lustfully tight around him as she climbed yet another rainbow. He waited for her to come down from orgasmic heights before he stopped thrusting into her. Then he tenderly extracted his still erect cock from her cunt and turned her on her side. She sighed both in satisfaction and resignation as she now knew what was to follow. Mahmud moved off the bed to grab a vessel filled with scented oil. Scooping some into his hands he gently spread the oil around her anus and then worked heavily oiled fingers softly past her tight sphincter and into her anal canal. Gradually, almost imperceptibly he found her relaxing as she got used to the invading fingers. He removed his fingers and copiously spread the oil on his cock. The moment was here. Placing his penis at her anal opening, he gently but with purpose advanced the tip past the anal ring. She moaned and he tenderly caressed her beautiful face with his still oily hands. Then he moved one of them down to her pubic area. She parted her thighs a little to help him gain access to her cunt. He strummed her clitoris, rubbed her labial petals and then entered her vagina while his thumb continued stimulating her clitoris. Simultaneously his cock continued its progression down her shit chute. Such was the distracting power of his digital stimulation that before she realized it, he was buried balls deep in her rectum. Continuing to play with her vagina he set up a slow and soft buggering rhythm. Then the moment he had been waiting for arrived, as the anal stimulation reached her pleasure center. She moved under him to accommodate his cock better and began thrusting her buttocks vigorously back at him. He removed his hand from her cunt and turned her onto her hands and knees with his penis still buried in her ass. Then he placed his hands on her hips and holding on to her firmly began ramming her mercilessly and at the same time gazed down on her side turned ravaged face. Oh my, he thought to himself, this has to be the high point of my sexual career. His sexual abstinence and the fact that he had come a few times already allowed him to continue ramming her till they were both bathed in sweat. He reached down with his hands to play concurrently with her breasts and cunt. Slowly and indiscernibly he found himself climbing the rainbow. Then with mind boggling urgency he spewed into her rectum, blast after blast till the stuff backed up and drooled past his cock and past her anal ring. He kept thrusting his cock in and out till it softened to the point where it simply fell out of her. Only then did he let go of her and fall on his back on the bed. In the days that followed they explored each other and their sexual proclivities. Discovering areas within themselves that neither knew existed. In between their sexual workouts, Mahmud raided kingdoms to the east of Bhatner while leaving her under the care and protection of hand picked soldiers. In turn, the kingdoms of Sirsa, Kaithal Jind and Karnal felt the wrath of the Sultan and their overflowing treasuries added to his wealth. Then the winds freshened. Blowing in from the southwest, you could smell the moisture they carried. There was no doubt; the monsoon was on its way. Mahmud knew it was time for him to go home. "Take me with you," said the young queen, when she learned of his intentions. She really had no standing in this kingdom. Her husband the king was dead and in essence so was she. He held her close as she looked up at him with those soft eyes. His heart melted and his penis enlarged. He could not help it; this perfect woman gave him a permanent hard on. At that moment he knew that between his Persian princess and this Hindustani Apsara he would not need another woman ever. He pictured them lying side by side, in full naked splendor. Two perfectly proportioned bodies as he thrust into one and then seamlessly into the other. Their glorious cunts sucking his penis into their mysterious depths, working on his cock till the heavenly friction caused it to spasm and pore out its gratefulness into one of those soft and clingy channels. And then he would have them turn over onto their hands and knees. Oh, what a sight! Petite perfect buns beside larger wonderful creamy moons. He would part the buttocks of one and then the other to gaze on two magnificent crinkled roses. And then he would worship them with his tongue, forcing it in till the soft muscles that guarded the opening sprang apart and allowed his tongue into the tangy interior. And then the incomparable feeling as his large knob pressed open the anal bud and his whole cock slithered in. Oh, my! As he held onto perfect hips and brutally assaulted one rectum and then the other. He found himself rubbing his fully erect penis on the queen's perfect abdomen as his hands caressed her royal buns. He looked into her smoky eyes and saw her rising lust. Off came their scanty clothing and she arranged herself on the large bed to accept him. She let out an involuntary cry as he shafted her with one lust laden savage thrust. As usual once was not enough. He expended himself twice in her cunt. The second time from behind with a finger up her anus. Setting him up for what he knew would be his last incursion into her rectum. This thought made him howl with lust and regret, even as his oil soaked penis plunged into her backside making her hang on for dear life to the sheets as he purposefully buggered her. And then it was over and the moment had arrived that he knew he would regret for the rest of his life, "No my dear I cannot take you with me." Looking at his firm chin and expressionless eyes she knew this was final. "All right then could you at least take me to my father's kingdom." Her father was the king of Alwar, a kingdom further south and just a little too out of Mahmud's reach on this incursion. He had heard that it was rich and so next time around he was going to target it. But for now he sent the queen to her father accompanied by a large retinue of his men. They reached Alwar without incident as no one wanted to incur the wrath of Mahmud. Her father welcomed her with open arms. He had lost his wife, her mother, a few years earlier to an illness that had wracked her lungs and left her so emaciated that when she died their seemed to be only a bony skeleton to cremate. He had always been a doting father. His only other child, also a daughter, had been married off to the King of Kangra and by all accounts was as happy as could be. Parvati was grateful that she had a safe place to stay for now. But even as Mahmud's men disappeared over the horizon she was already thinking ahead and planning on how to secure the future for her and her child. The Maharani Pt. 02 Part two: Goray Lal Parvati 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 Hindu woman who submerged her identity in the universal maleness of Hindu 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. Parvati 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 Parvati cooing with pleasure. So good were his unsophisticated lingual excursions that she almost came on his tongue. Abruptly she pushed him off her cunt and pulled him up to a standing position. Then she hauled him off and pressed him down on to a pile of freshly cut grass in a corner of the stables. Bending down she stroked his half erect cock back to its full glory. Then she mounted him and taking hold of his cock gradually introduced it into her cunt. Oh, the glorious feeling as she sank down on him. Once again a hard cock was filling her cunt. She lifted herself off and then sank down, gradually building up to a steady tempo. The young man had been completely enthralled till now, his senses overwhelmed. Now he craved more and lifting his head, suckled on one, then, the other perfect breast. His hands found her hips and began pulling her onto him with each of her downward thrusts. She held out as long as she could, wanting to savor the sensation and the intimacy she felt but all the excitement after months of deprivation caught up with her and she came with a prolonged and loud moan and a gush of her vaginal fluids on his prick. He now took over and holding her hips firmly continued ramming her now drooping form from below. Hammering his prick into her even as she passively rose and fell on his cock, massaging those perfect buttocks, feeling the softness and giving nature of her being, his tongue entwined with hers sipping her saliva like he was sucking the nectar from a flower, till he too came with a protracted grunt and a whoosh. Quickly she came to life. She dismounted and gathering her clothes, dressed hurriedly. She knew it was almost time for the stable master to come around on his evening rounds. Promising to see the young man again if he kept his mouth shut, she left, leaving behind a very satisfied young man who resumed grooming the King's horse, after he clothed himself, with a smile on his lips and a song in his heart. And she kept her promise, arranging to meet him at suitable times and places. The palace and its immediate environs had numerous places just made for trysts if one chose the time and the place very carefully. And she was very careful! He fucked her from behind, standing up, in the gardeners' tool shed at the secluded far end of the Royal Garden (in the early afternoon when she knew it was siesta time for the gardeners); feasting his eyes on her perfect buttocks as his cock slithered in and out of her cunt. Or they climbed up to the roof of the women's section of the palace in the heat of the midday sun when everyone was resting indoors. Using the clothes hung up there for drying as shade, she lay down on a bed of semi dry clothes and let him have his way with her. Or hidden in the forest around the palace, he held her naked form against a tree as he pronged her with her long legs sinuously wrapped around him. She sucked his cock in the cow herd's shed till he came in her beautiful mouth, then she rode him on a pile of hay right beside an uninterested cow with bursting udders. Or in the throne room at a time of day when it was closed for business she had him tongue her to an orgasm as she regally posed nude and naughty on the ornate throne itself. Because time was always at a premium their copulation was frantic. She wished at times that their love making could be more relaxed and languid, like it had been with Mahmud. But she would take whatever she could get. At least it helped keep her sanity. A whole year went by. So besotted was he with her that he rejected every girl that was offered to him. She then sat him down one day and laid out in plain language the nitty gritty facts. There was no future for them. A widow was a non person. She ceased to exist at the moment of her husband's death. Fucking him was pure joy but it was time for them both to move on. He must get married. With his sensitivity and fucking prowess he would make a girl very happy. She must continue and do whatever destiny had in store. And the young man moved on. Unhappily; but only until his wedding night when he beheld for the first time his dusky sexy bride and the uninhibited fashion in which she held his cock and sheathed it in her willing cunt. For Parvati 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 Parvati 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 Parvati 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 Parvati?" 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. The Maharani Pt. 02 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. The Maharani Pt. 02 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 cleaned the latrines of 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 Hindus have. Fucking is a simple act of pleasure that at times leads to procreation and that's as far as our thinking on the subject goes. So it was easy for my mother to find men within her casteless miasma." "When I hit puberty it took me a few years to discover the joys of masturbating. Then when the cowherd's wife discovered me I enjoyed the joy of fucking, until my mother discovered me fucking the life out of the cowherd's wife. After that I really discovered what fucking was all about. Oh yes I remember those days well." "The cowherd's wife was of course of an upper caste and really had no business even talking to me, let alone fucking me. But she was not getting much at home and did not want her husband to find out that she was getting fucked by someone else. She did not want to lose her family and home. I guess I was easy from her point of view. After all I would not be able to tell anyone and live." "She caught me watching her bathe. Actually it happened quite by accident. I was wandering aimlessly in the fields way outside the village when I came across this shed with a water tank inside. It was right next to an open well and was used mainly as a watering and bathing place for people and animals. It was late in the evening and I think she felt secure that everybody would be in their homes for the evening meal. It was an isolated spot and only someone like me with no purpose could be there. She was naked, which is unusual for a woman bathing outside her home. They usually cover their breasts and private parts with pieces of clothing. But there she was in glorious nudity rubbing a sponge vigorously and humming a gay tune." "It was as she bent over to fill her bathing mug with water from the tank that her eyes caught me spying through a hole in the wall. She was outraged and quickly covering herself yelled out asking whoever it was to step forward and identify themselves. I am not sure she knew what she would do next, but was greatly relieved to see me. It was very obvious that I was an outcaste and very young. I was having incredible difficulty hiding my arousal. The sight of her nudity had started my pecker rising and her half clad body did nothing to dissuade it from expanding to full erection." "She scolded me in no uncertain terms. My god, that lady really laid into me in her high pitched shrieking voice, not even sparing my long departed father or my lower caste mother. "Stop squirming," she said, "you piece of human excrement." How could I? It was the only way I knew to hide my arousal. But like I said I was still very young and a scolding elder was someone you obeyed. So I stood still." "It was then that she noticed the size of the thing straining to pop out of my loose draw string trousers. Involuntarily, she gasped and her hand flew to her face in amazement. That was bad. For she let go of the piece of cloth covering her breasts. Delicious, perfect, it was the first time that I had seen mature female breasts so close. My penis lurched and a few drops dribbled out and wet my draw string trouser front. I just stood there and stared. I think I was panting like a horse." "We stood there in front of one another for what seemed an eternity. Then a sly smile crossed her face and she let go of whatever else was covering her. Glorious! My first glimpse of a fully naked, full grown female, so close! Her skin was white, but not the sickly paleness of some very fair people, rather it had a healthy pink glow to it that was very attractive. And then she did something that made it even more incredible. Her hands snaked down to her bush and parted the black hair to show me the pink soft labial petals of her vagina. All the while she stared right into my eyes with an enigmatic smile on her lips. She pushed a finger into her cunt and then another and began fucking herself right there in front of me." "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." The Maharani Pt. 02 "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 Hindu 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 latrines. 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." The Maharani Pt. 02 "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." "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." The Maharani Pt. 03 Part Three: Chanakya Parvati expanded her territory by seeking out the larger kingdoms around her. She annexed Gwalior, then later Ajmer. She had perfected the technique of firmly squeezing kingdoms into submission. It was much cleaner than a full scale bloody assault and allowed easier assimilation of the conquered people. It involved 'retiring' the king of Gwalior; but sadly the king of Ajmer had to be beheaded. However, it proved to be a popular move because he had been a tyrant. Parvati stayed away from the Punjab. She was not yet ready for Mahmud of Ghazni. To the south lay a few kingdoms that stretched to the Vindhya Mountains. And beyond the mountains, rumors of great kingdoms. Of immediate interest to her were the kingdoms that lay to the east; in the lush plains fed by the great rivers -- Ganga and Jamuna. She set about annexing them, one by one. It was during this period of expansion that a wandering Brahmin demanded an audience with her. It was not at all unusual for ordinary citizens to meet the queen and air their grievances. In fact she welcomed it and set aside certain days entirely for this. But they had to state the purpose of their visit so that officials could gather relevant information beforehand to help the queen prepare for the appointment. She paid attention to detail and really took these meetings seriously. This fellow however refused; except to state that he was here to help the queen and would speak to her alone and not to underlings. And so, of course, the officials denied him access to the queen. Apart from his arrogance it did not seem he had much else to offer. He was dressed in a spotless white dhoti, his bare torso adorned by a slender loop of white cotton thread that hung from his left shoulder. All his worldly possessions were gathered in a small bundle of cloth that hung from his other shoulder. He left in a huff and settled down in front of the palace gates and waited. An ascetic could wait for ever because his wants are few. In the case of this Brahmin those wants were met by ordinary folk passing by who revered the advice and blessings of an ascetic Brahmin. They left behind food and other items essential for daily living. Days went by before the queen became aware of his existence. Then, curiosity drove her into granting him an audience. He stood before her with an expressionless face and waited. No obeisance, no greeting, just a silent gaze. Finally the queen said, "What did you want to see me about?" "To see if you are ready to become a Maharani or remain a mere Rani." There was a rumble among the courtiers at the sheer arrogance of the man and one even rose to strike him only to be stopped by a gesture from the queen. Her interest was piqued. Maybe he had something to back up his ludicrous claim or maybe he was just a conceited fool. Let's find out, she thought. "Well," said the queen, "we now know why you are here; let's start with who you are?" "My name is Chanakya and I am a Brahmin from Kashmir." "Chanakya? Wasn't that the name of Chandragupta Maurya's prime minister?" "Yes I adopted his name after it became clear to me that his mission in life was the same as mine." "And what is this mission?" asked the queen. "To prevent foreigners from invading Hindustan. The original Chanakya wanted to stop the Greeks from ever coming back and I want to thwart Mahmud of Ghazni. I was a student at the University of Takshashila when Mahmud last visited Hindustan. My studies were rudely interrupted and I swore then that I would find a way to end future invasions." "And have you found a way?" asked Parvati. "Yes I have," and he paused for effect, "The way is to establish a strong empire, then a dynasty that stretches for hundreds of years. I know it will not last forever but that is not my purpose. My purpose, first and foremost, is to stop Mahmud. Like the original Chanakya made Chandragupta a Maharaja and established the Mauryan Empire, I will make you into a Maharani and you can establish your own empire. That is if I find you worthy." At this the court exploded and the queen had everyone removed, except the haughty Brahmin. "Tell me," said the queen, when they were alone, "Why should I take you seriously? What do you possess, apart from rudeness and conceit, which will convince me that you can achieve your goal?" "I possess knowledge, and the intelligence to put that knowledge to practical use," said he loftily, "I have read and re-read the Arthashashtra, or 'the science of material gain' written by the original Chanakya, many times; I now know it word for word. I have diligently sought teachers who not only taught me the ancient texts or shastras but explained the truth behind them. I have learnt that it is not by acts of supernatural beings that great things are achieved, but by the assiduous application of the ideas that one believes come from those supernatural beings and are contained in these so called holy texts or 'shastras'." "And what you perceive as arrogance," continued Chanakya, "is absolute belief in me, in my knowledge and in my intelligence to interpret and implement my knowledge. I am absolutely sure of my mission and absolutely sure that I can accomplish it if I meet the right person." "And how do I convince you that I am the right person?" asked the queen with a twinkle in her eye because she was beginning to like this fellow. "By answering a few questions," said Chanakya. "Go on," said the queen and waited. She dramatically placed a hand under her chin and feigned an expectant look on her face. She was ready to mentally joust with this vain Brahmin. "What is the difference between telling the truth and lying?" "None," she said promptly, "it is the end that defines the means." Not so original. She had got that from the teachings of Lord Krishna in the Gita. "What is the meaning of power?" "It is one of the means by which you achieve your goals. In order to wield it effectively one must be able to depersonalize it. Power is visible when used. Mainly it is the threat of its use that makes it a useful tool. And I emphasize tool, because that is all it is - a tool to express yourself and impose your will. We all have cruelty within us, and what separates us, is the amount inherent within us and the degree to which we let it express itself. As a ruler it can make me a tyrant if I use it overwhelmingly. But make no mistake, I will have to use it and it will make me a tyrant to some." Whew! That was a long winded answer, she thought. Where had all that come from? "What is the difference between good and evil?" "None," again promptly, for she had thought about this herself and worked out an answer some time ago, "It is a matter of interpretation. Killing one person can be evil and killing a thousand can be good. It depends on your personal point of view, and the belief of people at large at a particular time and the so called laws that people invent invoking divine beings." "Do you believe in God?" "Yes." "So if priests told you not to do something because God did not want you to, what would you do?" "It is their interpretation of God's will and if my interpretation is different I will do as I please." "What about the wrath of God that the priests say would surely follow if you do not do as they say?" "I did not immolate myself on my husband's pyre. That I was told was evil and God would punish me. I am still here, aren't I; and flourishing." He stood with his arms crossed across his chest and nodded, "You are intelligent and capable of independent thinking. You are educated and able to look at issues dispassionately. I feel, instinctively, that you have compassion. You have the attributes that a great ruler should have." "All this," exclaimed the queen theatrically, "because I answered a few lousy questions?!" There appeared the hint of a smile on his stern face. Then he bowed his head and brought his hands together in salutation, "Please allow me to be your tutor so that I can achieve my goal and bring meaning to my life." This sudden switch from conceit to humility took her by surprise. Now what is he up to? She thought. But his eyes were transparent with honesty. "All right," she said, "let's see what you can do. But for now you support yourself and live outside the palace." The next day there was a great hullabaloo that disturbed the queen's morning yoga work out. It seemed Chanakya had decided it was time to tutor the queen and had attempted to walk past the guards into the palace. On being physically restrained he had started cursing the guards in ancient Sanskrit. This scared the daylights out of the guards because the curse of a Brahmin and that too an ascetic was surely going to lead to terrible things and they went scurrying for their captain. The on call captain that day was none other than Goray Lal himself. He of course could not give a toss for the caste system and curses of Brahmins ascetic or hedonistic. He simply picked up the cursing Chanakya and held him up at arm's length and quietly told him to stop cursing. This so scared the daylights out of Chanakya that he began screaming as loud as he could in terror. The queen was vexed and brought an end to this nonsense by ordering Goray Lal to unhand the screaming Chanakya. She then called her Palace guard together and told them to recognize Chanakya and allow him ingress at all times. And so it was that in the months that followed, Chanakya became a fixture at the queen's side. He was always on hand to guide and advise her, to help pass laws, and in private one on one sessions to tutor her in the art of governing. To have access to the queen at all times he was allowed into the palace itself and given private chambers. One day, one of these tutoring sessions was free ranging but centered on taxation. This session was fractious because Chanakya was irritated as the queen did not appear to be getting what he was teaching her. Matters came to head when she asked, "How can I provide good government without raising taxes?" This got him ranting, "Are you not listening to what I am saying? Do you want to be a major ruler and the founder of a dynasty or just another small potentate? Tell me, do you want to learn? If not, say so and stop wasting my time." "Oof," she said in frustration, "you have no control over your temper. For an otherwise brilliant person you have the emotional stability of a two year old." Completely ignoring her jibe, he said edgily, "I am waiting for your answer." Exasperated, but wanting to hear him out she said, "Yes, yes, I am listening, tell me." Having vented his anger he carried on in a more conciliatory tone, "The answer is in local government. You let the people decide what they want at a small local level. Let local officials be selected by the people; let those selected be answerable to the people of that locality. You stay out of it. You appoint overseers for a large region. Be careful who you appoint and make sure they stay out of local politics. As your kingdom grows, this will become more crucial." "Never let these overseers get too powerful. And always remember to keep the smallest unit of your government at a local level where people can feel that they are empowered to control their own destiny. Keep the bulk of your taxes local and make sure people see the money being spent locally." He concluded, reflectively, "There are lots of ways to raise your revenue to provide good government. Taxation is just one." "Now enough of that, my queen," he said abruptly, bottom shuffling to where she sat on soft cushions, "Time for some pleasure." In a flash, he lifted her half sari and petticoat out of the way, parted her thighs and buried his face in her crotch. She was completely taken aback by this sudden assault. Nothing in their relationship so far had been even remotely sexual. Before she could move away, or even protest, his tongue was busy on her labial folds and the sensation was mind blowing. His lingual ministrations were just perfect. Each slurp had the right amount of pressure to excite the labial nerve endings relentlessly and the timing was just right. Each excursion would stop just as she felt the stimulation reaching a climax and the next would start just as the memory of the last was fading. It got to her. It awakened her lust that was always simmering under her queenly façade. She just lay back and forgot about who was doing this to her and decided to enjoy the sensation and work out the complexities later. He moved to her clitoris, teasing it out of its hood. Then he parted her thighs and smoothly entered her vagina with his tongue, slowly working it further and further in. She noticed that there was a rhythm to his tongue fucking which reminded her of the ebb and flow of a musical raga. Completely different from Goray Lal's all out assault - this was cultured and done so expertly that she was already feeling the start of an orgasm. Precisely at that moment, he moved his face away and looking directly into her eyes, said, "Completely different from Goray Lal, eh?" This was so shocking and unexpected that she gasped and looked at him in alarm, flapping her parted thighs in an effort to get away, "What, what?" "Relax, my queen," he said, soothingly, "your secret is safe with me," as he held her firmly by the knees, preventing her from jerking away. "You were very good; very careful. I came to know of it only because I made it my business to know everything about you. And then I discovered it purely by chance. There was no pattern to your meetings with him, no public display of affection; if anything you seem to be very strict and businesslike with him. I applaud you on your discretion." She looked at him, mouth open, still in shock. Then she gathered herself, "Alright, so you know. What are you going to do with that knowledge?" Already in her mind she was running through various scenarios to stop this guy blackmailing her. He held one of her feet gently in both his hands and began kissing her toes! He looked up at her, "My queen, I am your servant, your slave. You give my life meaning. I cannot ever do you any harm." She was aghast. What had happened to this fellow? Complete turnaround from his usual haughty self. She looked at him to get a clue. She could have sworn the expression on his face was the spitting image of that on Goray Lal's face in his goddess worshipping mode! Alright; this she understood. Men for some reason were prone to going ga ga over her. It did not diminish them in her eyes or give her a power high. It just made her feel secure. It assured her that they would sacrifice themselves for her rather than hurt or harm her in any way. After all, security or rather the search for it was the driving force that propelled her. It was at the core of her empire building ambition. But who would have thought that this self assured Brahmin's core was mushier than overcooked rice! For all his haughtiness, his rudeness, his egoistical ranting, he was but a love sick boy! Or was he? Oh well, she thought, let's see where this leads, feeling more relaxed than she had ever felt in Chanakya's company. He had resumed his licking of her genitals. Using only his tongue, gently and rhythmically, he was gradually bringing her to a boiling point. His left hand found her left breast. She removed her blouse to give him better access and began squeezing her right breast with both her hands even as he alternated between pinching her left nipple and pressing her other breast. She moaned loudly and grasping his head with both her hands, began humping her hips at his face. Every now and then he would move off to survey in wonderment what lay revealed in front of him. Perfectly toned thighs led to a hairy bush that barely concealed soft, pink lips now glistening with the fluids of her arousal. A firm belly and curvy waist led to divine breasts with pink nipples erect with excitement, and then that face that made strong men weak in the knees and weak men drool. Her mouth was open, her breathing deep and even, and her eyes closed as her brain savored the incredible sensations. The lack of stimulation made her open her eyes in inquiry and annoyance to find Chanakya looking at her in wonder. He promptly resumed the oral onslaught on her labia, vagina and clitoris and manual assault on her breasts till she gave in once again to the wonderful sensation and closed her eyes to savor it fully. He worked his magic and this time he did not stop till she hit the take off point and tumbled into a full fledged orgasm. With a gasp she came. A staccato burst of low moans heralded her orgasm and she flooded his chin with her come. For what seemed an eternity she rode the rainbow and then gradually descended to ground zero. It was one of the deepest and most satisfying climaxes of her sexual life. It took a while for her to get her breath and her senses under control. She was still weak in the knees, so she remained supine. When she opened her eyes, he was still in the same position, between her legs, gazing at her with what she could have sworn was puppy like devotion. "Did you enjoy it, my queen?" Why do they always ask this stupid question? But her vexation was quickly replaced by the joyful memory of her orgasm and she smiled dreamily. "How did you do it? That was mind blowing." It was not as if she was sex starved and so ready to be triggered into a glorious orgasm. Just a couple of nights before, Goray Lal had expended himself in her many a time. In her mouth, cunt and at least twice in her ass. He just loved her ass! "Tantra," he said, and was at once back to his lofty lecturing manner, "I have read all that has ever been written about it. In my travels I have met with people who actively practice it. The sexual aspects of Tantra were taught to me by a Devdasi considered to be the foremost exponent of Tantric sex. You can be taught quite easily. With your knowledge and practice of Yoga you are halfway there already." And then he lost his patronizing tone and stood before her in awkward silence. Her blinding naked beauty was too much even for this worldly wise tantric Brahmin. He reverted to a pre pubescent lusty boy. He took off his dhoti and stood with hands behind his back and a very erect penis sticking out in front, expecting he knew not what. She looked at him and smiled inwardly. The sight of an erect cock always got her going. She shuffled over and engulfed the tip of his rod with wet lips and began running her tongue along the underside of his penis. It was his turn to gasp. He looked down and saw this vision from heaven sucking on his cock and almost passed out. For all his self assuredness he had never really thought he could have got to this point. True, he had been attracted to this kingdom because he thought he could use it to stop Mahmud. But a secondary hidden agenda had been the rumors of the beauty of its queen. Yes, this Brahmin was a lusty fellow. He had fucked his way around Hindustan, impregnating supposedly barren women who spent the night praying in a temple for a child and were then just as happy when a Brahmin assured them that God had heard their supplication and sent him to give them a child. These women could be very demonstrative of their gratefulness! Being an ascetic had its advantages. In many a temple when he assumed the Shiva position to meditate, it attracted women like flies to a sweet shop. Not all women, just the right ones -- the lusty. They would wash his cock and balls reverently as if it was Shiva's Linga and then collect the soiled water and drink it! Some would sit by his side for hours and meditate with him. These he would take to a secluded part of the temple and fuck the life out of. He had even fucked three together at one time! And they would return home and be looked upon as true Shiva devotees for had they not spent hours in the temple?! The Maharani Pt. 03 But even a sexually accomplished ascetic has his weaknesses. And for Chanakya it was this ethereal beauty sucking on his cock. He had desperately wanted to fuck her. He just did not know how to approach her. He knew he could not charm her. He did not have the physical attributes to do so and his honey tongue which had talked its way into many a cunt had felt as heavy as lead and stuck to the roof of his mouth when he tried to lead their ongoing conversation down seduction lane. Yes, this proud Brahmin, so proud of his intellect was hopelessly in love and completely beaten. In his desperation he had attacked her and gambled that his tongue which had let him down would some how redeem itself and win her over. It had worked! He was still stunned by the fact that it had but there was no denying it. It had worked! And now his moment had arrived. Gently, he moved her head off his cock and laid her on her back. He moved between her legs and taking his cock in his hand fed it to her cunt. Softly it parted the honey lips and was smoothly engulfed by her wet and clutching channel. He held himself on his hands as he thrust in and out of heaven not daring to rest his body on hers. Certainly not as big as the only other cock that had she had experienced for quite some time now, nevertheless each movement in and out of Chanakya's penis had her very aroused. She reached up and brought him down on her. Her lips found his and her tongue entwined with his. That was it for this ascetic tantric Brahmin. He erupted in her cunt like a volcano and filled her with tons of pent up come. And that was the start of glorious days of fucking for the queen. Goray Lal came to know of Chanakya fucking her (because she told him) but it bothered him not a bit. All he wanted was to fuck his queen. And that he did! To have her on her haunches, defenseless, in front of him as he assaulted her anus was heaven for him. And that he got. So, he was happy. Chanakya cared not a toss as long as he could fuck this Apsara now and then. He was in awe and madly in love with her and felt really grateful whenever she indicated that she was ready to be mounted by him. She loved his oral skills and he obliged her to the full! But whenever they were not fucking, their relationship reverted back to the old mode of teacher and taught. And one day there they were in the midst of a high minded discussion or rather teaching session with Chanakya holding forth. "It is not good versus evil." He said, "It is never good versus evil in an absolute sense because who knows what is absolute good and what is absolute evil. Good and evil are relative and open to interpretation. That is the message of the Hindu holy books or Shastras. This is why in them you find gods behaving badly and the so called evil people or rakhshasas behaving with dignity. You make the interpretation and if you can convince enough people then your interpretation is the truth." She grew weary of all this teaching; she had worked out all this good versus evil thing a long time ago, but there was no stopping Chanakya once he got going. She reached down and drew her dress up. In a jiffy she had removed her underclothes and begun lazily playing with her cunt. He was walking up and down with his head down, lost in his lecture. Then something made him stop and look up at her. Her wanton frolicking held him speechless. She completely removed all her clothes and reclined naked on the divan. She parted her thighs and shuffled to the edge of the divan and thrust her cunt at him inviting him to pleasure her. He quickly moved to oblige. He knelt before her hairy cunt and parted her thighs even further as his tongue lovingly lapped at her bush and labia. Gradually he worked his tongue into her vagina. Once again she gave in to the incredible sensation and closing her eyes was transported to another world. There it was again. His tongue produced that perfect balance between anticipation and fulfillment. Tickling her clitoris, teasing her labial folds and boldly thrusting into her vagina it was the ultimate fucking machine! But there was something a little different today. She could sense something else going on, in addition to his tongue moving, he was moving other body parts. She opened her eyes and saw that Chanakya had removed all his clothes (mainly his dhoti) and was masturbating in time with his tongue movements. It was amusing because he looked like a boy who had just learned of the pleasure of stroking his genitals. But then she gave in to his tongue again and closed her eyes and just waited for the climax. And it came in waves of crashing color. Once again magnificent and mind blowing. She opened her eyes and found him still busy stroking his cock. He was still slurping away but now he stopped and stood up. He kept her legs parted as his hand speed increased. And then with a rush he came. Over her breasts and abdomen and then just as it looked like the spurting was finishing he sheathed his cock in her cunt and expended the last few spurts in her wet vagina. In her cunt his cock remained hard. Sliding back and forth wantonly in the sliminess of their combined come, it held her attention. He looked at her supine form and pure lust took over. He just wanted to ram her. Gone was all that knowledge of Tantra, gone were the sophisticated gyrations of his cock that were guaranteed to drive women crazy. He was just another guy crudely fucking to a mind blowing orgasm. He was sheathed in the cunt of his dreams and that realization was driving his penis in and out with only one thought in his mind -- unleash his seed in her. It was primitive in that impregnation was the ultimate though unconscious goal. Of course the queen was not going to get pregnant. Yoga and herbs, both oral and vaginal, kept her uterus barren. He forced her legs further apart in an effort to ram her more fully. His pubic hair met hers with the violence of each thrust. His lusty thrusts triggered an orgasm in her just as he was cresting the wave. They both came at the same time. She with delicate groans and he with a loud and prolonged cry - one of, if not the best orgasm of his fucking career. And their discourse kept going. Each of them could switch from one mode to other with ease. That is from a lofty discussion mode to an earthy fucking mode. One day the dialogue began with Chanakya, as usual, asking a question, "To the south there are the Vindhya Mountains and the Mahakoshal and Chattisgarh regions where dwell ancient tribal people called the Gonds. They wish to be left alone. What will you do with them?" "I will leave them alone," said Parvati promptly, "I will conquer the region around them and leave them in peace." "Wrong answer," said Chanakya. She looked perplexed and so he clarified, "You must annex their land. It is rich and the Gonds are hard working people. They can be organized into farming and cattle raising communities. Also they are fierce fighters who do not rely on modern weapons but rather on breaking the spirit of their enemy by their sheer ferocity. Unleash them on an unsuspecting enemy at the right time and your enemy will be routed. The element of surprise!" "So how do I conquer such fierce fighters?" "By befriending them." "You are confusing me. How do I befriend them?" "You hire mercenaries to harass them, and then you march in with your army and crush those mercenaries. The mercenaries will be hired with your money by a third party without the remotest connection with you. I will arrange it. Greed is a good thing and is easy to exploit." Almost as an afterthought he added, "Their women are great fucks. Tall, long legged and darker than a moonless night, they have an incredible appetite for sex. It is not uncommon for one woman to have four or five so called husbands. For centuries they have been kidnapped by slavers and make the best Devdasis." "And now for my element of surprise." With a flourish he opened the door and lead in a man and woman. The man was carrying a pair of tablas and the woman a Veena. It was the woman that caught Parvati's attention first. Rather it was her sinuous movements that attracted her. Tall and long legged she walked with the rhythmic grace of a classical dancer heightened by jingling bells on her feet. She was fair and her black eyes were slanted signifying that she was from the foothills of the great Himalayas. But instead of the flat noses that characterize the people indigenous to that area hers was upturned, almost saucy in its impression. He on the other hand was stocky and his features were more traditional of the hill people. The man and woman bowed their heads and folded their hands in obeisance to her before sitting down. He gathered the tablas around his legs and began tuning their reverberations. She sat with folded legs beneath the stem of the veena and started strumming on its taut wires. Chanakya sauntered over to where the queen was reclining on a divan and sat next to her. Said the queen, "Who are these people and what is your element of surprise?" He whispered in her ear above the din of the musical instruments, "They are experts in Tantra. Especially tantric sex," looking at her meaningfully. Well, thought the queen I guess I am supposed to be impressed. She looked at the pair. They were busy tuning their instruments. Not a hint of anything remotely to do with sex there. She asked mainly to make conversation, "Husband and wife?" "I do not know," said Chanakya, "Could be brother and sister. No one knows. They are very discreet and very expensive. You have to know the right people to even know of their existence. But I am told they are worth every paisa." Her paisas of course! She turned her attention back to the couple. The tuning was over. The strings of the veena were now being rhythmically stirred by the woman. The man sat quietly looking at her. Gradually the sonorous notes of the veena conjugated into what she recognized as the start of a thumri which she knew was the introduction to a raga. Well versed though she was in classical music she was not able to place the raga. As if on cue, Chanakya whispered, "It is music that you have never heard before. Let it overwhelm your senses while you focus your consciousness on whatever is important to you right now. You will find your mind moving to a higher appreciation of that subject. Focus on sex and you will get so aroused that if you do have sex you will feel every little sensation heightened, every little emotion so strong that when you reach fulfillment and climax it will be an out of body experience!" Somehow sex was not foremost in her mind at the moment. There was something lacking here. Maybe if Goray Lal suddenly appeared and began massaging his naked cock... but no such luck, the atmosphere was sterile in the room right now, despite Chanakya's excitement. And he was not flaunting his naked cock and flailing it about but rather sitting with closed eyes beside her and obviously concentrating on something. She decided to follow Chanakya's lead and closed her eyes and let the sound of the veena flood her senses. Just for the fun of it she decided to focus on a Peepul tree. Not just any Peepul tree but the one she had seen in Amarkantak, the place where the holy river Narmada originated. She had used this imagery as a part of her Yogic mind exercises at times. Imperceptibly she found her mind homing in on the tree. The tree took on a character of its own. Its leaves shivered in the wind and told a story of birth, death and regeneration. She could see the life giving sap rising up the mighty stem of the tree; she became the exploring sprouting end of a root tasting the bounty of the earth and sipping on tiny pools of water. She felt the pain as a leaf broke off and fell from its parent. She felt jubilant and fulfilled; uplifted and sublime; almost as if she knew the meaning of life and the reason for her existence. And then her concentration broke. The music had stopped. She opened her eyes and found Chanakya looking at her with a smile on his face, "Powerful music, it leads and you follow. Frees and opens your mind." "Open yourself to experience all that your physical being is capable of experiencing. Some ascetics do it through pain. They stick themselves with knives and needles or lie on a bed of nails. The principle is to experience pain, physical pain to such a degree that it opens up a window in your mind to a higher existence. Quite simply, a physical truth if torqued beyond a certain level takes on an out of this world or celestial dimension." "Personally, I feel the same can be achieved through music as you have just experienced. Or sex." "Titillation when pushed to a certain limit can produce the same results as pain or music or any other tool. And that is the true meaning of the Kama Sutra. The book is not just a manual of how to fuck but how to elevate you to a higher consciousness through sex." "I have no interest in lifting you to a higher existence," he continued, "but rather in helping you use your mind to truly enjoy something that I know you love -- sex." The man began tapping on the tablas -- a cascading cadence of tapping on the lighter taller tabla; each rhythmic passage punctuated by a thump or two on the deeper rounder and bigger one. The woman stood up and arranged her sari around her. For the first time Parvati really looked at her. After the first cursory inspection she had not really looked at her. Now the woman some how commanded her attention. Her sari was bright blue with a gold trim and made of soft clingy silk. It was artfully draped around each leg to allow uninhibited movement. Her black eyes were attractively highlighted in the tradition of classical dancers. Her long black hair was braided with ropes of tiny chameli buds and hung down her back to her buttocks. She began moving in time with the tabla - just small movements at first, demonstrating individual excursions of the neck, hands and torso. Parvati noted her curvy waist was emphasized by a high blouse and low slung sari. And this waist moved independently focusing interest on an undulating navel. Gradually the tempo built up. Effortlessly, the dancer moved through complicated graceful maneuvers drawing in her audience into the inner meaning of the dance she was performing. So skillful was this exposition that Parvati found herself not just enjoying the physical dimensions of the dance but found her mind building a story around it of jealousy, love, energy, ugliness, beauty and lust. Lust? She suddenly became conscious of the fact that the woman was naked. Her only covering were the chameli buds that covered her hair. When did she get rid of her clothes? Magic or outrageous dexterity? And her dance had taken on a definite sexual tone. The movements were languid yet in time with the tabla; they were fuller in limb movement and the expressions on her face had changed from the ordinary idiom of classical dance to expressing pure lust. A set of movements comprised of her legs and arms moving wantonly mimicking getting fucked in various positions emphasized by the jiggling of her pert and attractive breasts, ending with her striking a pose where her hands were poised around her pubes as if inviting the queen in to her hairy cunt. There was no doubt about it -- this woman was seducing Parvati. And the wonder was that Parvati was turned on by this. She had never fancied a woman in her life. A stiff prick made her lusty and a male penetrating her made her come. But here she was with that familiar wetness in her cunt! In response to a naked woman dancing! Then the dancer moved away and went back to an ordinary orthodox classical routine in time with the taal on the tabla. This went on long enough for the queen to once again be drawn into drama of the dance to the point where the fact that the gyrating figure was nude became irrelevant. Abruptly the taal on the tabla changed. To a faster, more complicated rhythm. The dancer responded with quicker more intricate movements which intruded into the queen's consciousness because they once again took on an overtly sexual tone directed at her. The dancer was now perspiring freely from the exertion and the sheen from the sweat on her face and limbs only heightened her sensuality. She squatted down in front of Parvati whilst still tapping in time with her jingling feet, her thighs held so wide apart that the lips of her cunt stuck out of her hairy bush. Every part of her body was moving -- her head, eyes, boobs, waist, hands and of course legs, separately but yet together. The net effect was that of a woman thrusting herself forward impaling herself on a cock. Yet it was far from vulgar -- it was almost spiritual in its effect! Parvati gasped in awe. She could smell the arousal of the dancer. This woman wanted Parvati sexually! And Parvati felt no revulsion just a pleasant feeling of expectancy. Then the woman stood up and turned around. Everything done in time with the taal of the tabla. Her sensuously swaying body arranged itself so that attention was focused on her undulating toned buttocks. They moved individually of their own accord so wantonly and so enticingly that the queen felt her breathing catching in her excitement. And she turned around once again, still dancing to the beat of the tabla. But now her movements were urgent and she moved straight towards the queen. In a jiffy she had Parvati's clothes out of the way and her face between Parvati's thighs. And her tongue lashed out at the queen's cunt in time with the tabla. This sudden assault, reminiscent of Chanakya's first, left her flabbergasted but only for a brief while. Then the sensation of being tongue fucked got to her. This woman was a genius, a natural born tongue fucker. To Parvati this woman's tongue felt wet, yielding yet firm, pliable yet stiff and flicked out in time to the tabla. An incredible rhythm of tongue lashing that enveloped her labia, clitoris and vagina in a cocoon of heightened sensation. And the dancer's hands and fingers were busy too, removing clothing out of the way to reach the queen's abdomen and breasts. Sensuously rubbing her thighs, abdomen and breasts in time with the taal of the tabla and the tongue in her vagina. Parvati gave herself up to the combined sensation. In no time at all she was climbing up, up and higher still till she was in the throes of a mind blowing orgasm. When Parvati returned to terra firma she found the woman still busy tonguing her privates. She then moved up and suckled on the queen's breasts before moving to her lips with a full blooded tongue into mouth's recesses all encompassing kiss. Parvati's breath was literally taken away. The woman then crawled up the queen's supine body and placed her cunt over her face. Almost as if she was afraid to impose on the queen, yet begging for attention. Parvati had never licked a cunt before. In fact she had never seen a cunt so close up before. This cunt looked cute. Hairy and red and wet with the woman's arousal. Asking to be licked and so the queen obliged. A tremor ran through the woman's body at the queen's touch and she began softly chanting. The tabla was still playing and the chanting was in time with it. It was the first time that Parvati had heard the woman's voice. It was deep, melodious and seductive. And also for the first time Parvati heard the words it was forming. This chanting was not your garden variety temple priest chanting but rather an exhortation to free the mind so it could roam freely, taking it where imagination led it. And Parvati responded - the voice was seductive. Her mind flew to a clear stream gurgling with icy cold water just freed from a glacier. Her tongue delved into that clear stream and assuaged its thirst in patterns of movement so intricate and beguiling that the woman was gasping above her and thrusting her hips at that fleshy and fiery rod impaling herself again and again even as Parvati met the rising strength of the stream with renewed vigor and imagination and the stream took on a tumultuous life of its own, bounding and bubbling and heaving till it lost itself in the relative calmness of the river which followed the woman's orgasm. The Maharani Pt. 03 She removed her cunt from Parvati's face and sat down by her side. The tabla kept playing and now the veena joined in. Looking up Parvati was surprised to find Chanakya twigging the strings! Not bad, she thought; actually his playing was pretty slick. The woman now softly reached for the queen and moved her till Parvati was sitting on the lap of the woman. The woman lay back taking the queen with her. The queen sank back on to the softness of the woman. The woman reached around the queen's torso and found her nipples. The queen could feel the woman's coarse pubic hair rubbing against her buttocks even as thighs pleasurably rubbed against thighs. The woman's mouth found Parvati's ear lobes and her lips and tongue feasted on them. And the chanting started again, in time with the music. It took Parvati on a journey of the mind once again. This time to a bare hill top where every gust of hot wind felt like hot knives penetrating the bare skin, on her face, her ears, her breasts, her thighs, her cunt and the excited flesh inside her cunt when the woman parted her vaginal lips with her dainty fingers. Then she felt the cool rain as it softly fell on her and it was not the woman's wet tongue but bursts of rain that fell on her nipples, her clitoris and her vaginal lips. Then as the woman returned to her former position with the queen placed on her lap, once again each deft touch of her fingers, each rub of her mat of pubic hair, each chafe from her erect nipples on the queen's back felt like little burns, except these were sensual burns, so exciting that the anticipation of the next sensation took her lust to places that Parvati did not know existed. And the chanting continued and exhorted her to feel heat, naked searing heat as a fulfiller of her passion, as a means to slake her lust. Parvati's mind was hooked. She opened her eyes and saw before her the man and he was butt naked with a very erect cock that he was languidly stroking. The music had stopped. She registered all this at a certain level but her mind was mostly far away in a land of fire and ice. She saw the man move between her thighs and guide his cock into her cunt. What she felt was scorching heat that lit up every nerve ending in her vagina. Never had she felt this alive and this receptive. Every thrust in and out was mind blowing and fiery hot, so hot that she felt her cunt would burn up and yet she knew it would not but that every nerve ending in her vagina was sending a fiery and fulfilling message to her brain. And the chanting carried on taking her further and further into the fiery place. And then it moved her out of there to a land of ice where everything was freezing. The burning in her cunt had stopped, Parvati opened her eyes to see that the man had pulled out and Chanakya was getting ready to fuck her. And indeed when Chanakya plunged in, it was an icicle, not his cock that penetrated her. Each subsequent thrust was a chilling experience. So cold that she could feel goose bumps on her skin, and yet it was invigorating, fresh and alive, like the life giving monsoon rains that make you shiver more with pleasure and thankfulness that the hot summer was at an end. And the chanting continued. The seductive voice encouraged her to impale herself on that icicle cock repeatedly, encouraged her to sap the iciness out of that cock and instead impart the heat of her cunt on to that cool instrument of pleasure. And her cunt responded closing in with scorching need, releasing the fiery seed from Chanakya's cock and dampening its sizzling energy with the icy fulfillment of her own orgasm. And the chanting continued, through her orgasm, making her dwell in the moment and savor each moment of her fulfillment like it was the last and best. Then the man was embedded in her again and ramming her with his cock and the woman's voice took Parvati up into the sky soaring above the earth feeling the air whoosh past her in gusts of softness and then voice made her come down to earth pulled by the weight of her cunt. Her cunt felt really full and heavy. In a corner of her mind Parvati registered the fact that the woman had introduced one, then two, then three fingers and then her whole hand into her cunt, surrounding the man's cock and massaging both it and Parvati's vagina. Yet there was no pain but a feeling of fullness that felt wonderful. And the voice carried her to a tree and set her down on a large branch precariously arranging her legs to keep their hold on the limb. She felt her legs being pushed back and could feel the breeze in the branches of the tree against her cunt and ass which had now been thrust out defenselessly. Then she felt the man's cock leaving her cunt and the woman's hand completely inside, with her thumb strumming on her clitoris. The voice told her to get ready to welcome fire again as in one smooth move the man shafted her ass. Then he was ramming her ass mercilessly even as the woman worked her cunt. The voice made her concentrate on each thrust of hand and cock, feel each tiny bit of flesh as a huge canopy of leather rubbing and chafing her ass and vagina, yet not hurting but intensely stimulating. And the queen felt the start of another mind blowing orgasm just as the man grunted and heaved and thrust mightily and ruthlessly into her rectum till she felt his hot come in spurts in her ass. And then the hand and cock moved out gently and the chanting finally stopped. So exhausted was the queen that she just lay there and drifted off to sleep. When she woke up, darkness had fallen and she was all alone in her chambers. It had been a mind blowing experience. She was grateful to Chanakya for having arranged it. He of course was overjoyed that he had brought her so much pleasure and that was reward enough for him. The man and woman stayed for a few weeks before moving on. And so Parvati was at the receiving end of more pleasure. They would return every now and then throughout Parvati's reign enhancing her sex life immensely. And so between Goray Lal, Chanakya and the Tantric pair her sex life was full. Both the men were inventive and ingenious lovers. Both head over heels in love with her, willing to do anything to satisfy her lust and if that were not enough the Tantric pair would arrive out of nowhere to surprise her and pleasure her some more. This meant of course that she was relieved of the anxiety of finding lovers. This in turn completely freed her up to pursue her ultimate goal which was to turn her growing kingdom into a strong and stable empire. The Maharani Pt. 04 An Empire is established and a dynasty starts It was 1015 A.D. and Mahmud of Ghazni was preparing to raid Hindustan once again. The wealth he had acquired from his last foray had dissipated. And besides which he wanted Hindustani cunt. His desire for those dusky sensuous creatures had been growing even as his treasury was being depleted till he could contain himself no longer. Once again Mahmud was ready to prove that there were no better motivators for the human male to get off his butt and do things than money and sex. The disconcerting thing was none of his spies had reported back to him. They had just disappeared. Before each expedition he had always gotten information on the kingdoms that made up Hindustan. He was a practical man and being prepared beforehand was to him, essential. This time around he had sent out younger, less experienced men, and maybe they had lost their way home or something. He had heard about a large and growing kingdom from travelers to his court from Hindustan. And though it bothered him, it was not really something over which he lost any sleep. He had defeated large armies in the past and he was confident that his men would grind into dust anything that Hindustan had to offer. He knew that these Hindus were good at making wealth and that their women were great fucks but as far as fighting was concerned – he laughed out loud as the thought crossed his mind - they were complete losers. A bigger kingdom was just a bigger target. And so he moved out of Afghanistan, passed through the mighty mountains and forded the Indus River to enter Hindustan. Rehana brought news of his crossing into Hindustan to the princess. Only then did the princess feel it was safe for them to play. Even now Rehana was taking no chances and had securely locked from the inside all entrances to the royal chambers. She then unlocked the cleverly hidden trapdoor in the floor below the thick Persian carpet and let Rahim, her husband, and Rogan her brother into the room. They had crawled through a long and winding passageway that started in the royal stables. Rogan was officially in charge of the stables and had discovered this long forgotten secret passageway by sheer chance. The princess had been kept pretty busy by Mahmud. In fact the night before he left, Mahmud had made passionate love to her all night long. It had started with a slow seduction to music from musicians discreetly placed out of sight. They had gently kissed and caressed each other to a point where they were both ready for the main event. He had slowly disrobed her and then carried her to their private chamber. There he had gently and lovingly brought her to the first of many orgasms with his tongue. He knew exactly how to stimulate her vaginal lips while every now and then darting a lick at her clitoris or penetrating her slick channel. Gradually he built up the tempo of his lingual assault, bringing his years of experience to bear, till she cried out in bliss. Then when she had recovered he wasted no time in mounting her and ramming his cock into her aroused cunt, exactly as he knew she liked. From face to face they progressed through various positions and many orgasms to the position she knew he loved the most – taking her from behind. She knew what was next and welcomed it. The sight of her faultless buttocks always but always got him salivating to fuck her anus. She waited patiently on her hands and knees as he lubricated his cock and then gently but with purpose introduced it past her anus until it was completely embedded in her rectum. Holding her perfect hips he slowly built up the tempo of his thrusts, savoring the sight of her taut and pink buttocks moving back to meet his forward thrusts. He wanted to remain sheathed in the heaven that was her rectum forever. But alas his excitement got the better of him and he came with a loud cry, depositing a boat load of semen in her back passage. As always once was never enough and that night was no exception. He fucked her bung hole repeatedly in various positions. In the morning she woke up with Mahmud's penis up her rectum, gently but with purpose buggering her. That was their last fuck together. She had been sated, but the moment she knew she could indulge her wilder side all her lust came bounding back. As she watched, both Rahim and Rogan shed their clothes and Rehana took hold of both their cocks and rubbed them to full erection. Cooing, Rehana slurped on one then the other. It had been a while since she had enjoyed either. She had been on royal duty. Sent by Mahmud to accompany and wait upon an elderly but respected aunt who had to go to Samarkand to consult a soothsayer on an urgent matter. They had stayed at the Sultan of Uzbekistan's palace. She had returned just a few days after Mahmud had left for Hindustan. It was not as if she had not had sex in that period. Rehana was too sexual a creature to go without for any length of time. She had fucked the nervous and very young man who had been one of the lamp carriers for the royal party. This guy was a virgin when he left Ghazni but a veteran fucker by the time he returned. She had let him enjoy her every which way. The climax was in a friend's house or rather rooms in Samarkand. Her friend was a lady in waiting to the second wife of the Sultan of Uzbekistan and had rooms in the royal palace itself. So once Mahmud's aunt retired, Rehana could skip out and be with her friend yet be within range if the old lady suddenly sought her. Her friend had no children but it was not for lack of trying. Perhaps it was Allah's will. For this lady had fucked just about every eligible male in the palace. And not just once. Her husband was no passive cuckold either; he had fucked his share of women, including the second wife of the Sultan herself. And not just once. It was this love of fornication that kept the couple together even if they were not able to raise a family and many a time they enjoyed an orgy together. Rehana had on her previous visits enjoyed both husband and wife. This visit had coincided with her friend's husband being sent to Persia on official business. And accompanying Rehana this time was not her husband with his humongous cock but a young man with a fairly normal sized cock. The turn on was his extreme youth. The moment her friend closed the door behind them Rehana was on him. She untied his draw string trousers and grabbed his naked cock. The young man hopped on one leg and made bleating sounds, overwhelmed with severe embarrassment for Rehana's friend could see his thingy. His thingy which against his will and embarrassment expanded with Rehana's expert manipulation. Her friend watched the entire production with amusement. Suddenly Rehana lowered her head and swallowed the young man's penis entirely and then vigorously began sucking on it. The young man stopped hopping as lust replaced his embarrassment. He bent down and began mauling Rehana's breasts through her blouse. Slurping on his cock Rehana turned to her friend and said, "Come on you bitch take your clothes off and fuck this piece of shit." Before the young man could protest at being called a piece of shit Rehana's friend's naked breast was in his mouth. He sucked on a heavenly nipple even as Rehana sucked on his cock. Then Rehana drew his cock out of her mouth and pushed him roughly on to the bed. Quickly she removed her clothes and lowered her naked cunt on to his tool. She rode him with abandon for a while before turning to her friend, "I have never taken him up my ass. You want to be his first?" Her friend spoke firmly to the young man who had his eyes closed and was humming with pleasure as Rehana rode him. "You want to fuck my ass?" He had not a clue as to what she was saying; he really was a naive young man. So she moved over him and placed her buttocks in his face. "See that brown hole? Lick it." And he did; while she turned around so the she could watch the young man's cock spearing her friend's aroused cunt. She spoke to him again, "Make it slick with your spit you worthless mother fucker because that is where your cock will enter." The young man was in seventh heaven with the pleasure afforded by Rehana's cunt riding his cock. He had a foolish grin on his face as he parted the buttocks on his face to more effectively slurp on the brown hole offered him. He was so aroused that the thought that he was licking another person's shit chute did not occur to him straightaway. By the time it dawned on him, he was well into assaulting the bundle of muscles at the entrance with his tongue, and enjoying immensely the reaction of that elastic opening and the woman's sighs of pleasure. The woman had totally fallen onto her haunches to attack Rehana's clitoris more efficiently and in doing this she had completely exposed her anus to the young man's marauding tongue. Rehana could feel that the young man was fast approaching eruption. Abruptly she moved off his cock. Getting hold of some cooking oil she lovingly massaged his cock with it while her friend moved off his face but maintained her hunched over position. Rehana then applied oil to her buttocks, tenderly introducing one well oiled digit past the sphincter and then another one. She then got the young man to straddle her friend and taking hold of his well oiled weapon placed it at the nether opening. "Push it in gently," she cooed as her friend waited on her knees. Gently, the young man pushed and nothing happened. He held his cock in his own hands and pushed harder. Then suddenly he felt a give and in an instant he was in to the hilt. Rehana's friend let out a yelp and yelled, "Slowly you motherfucker." The young man had never in his short fucking career been in such a warm and tight place. Instinct made him move his penis out of that tight glove and ram it back in again. It made Rehana's friend grunt and the tone of that grunt fueled the young man's ardor and he began thrusting in and out with a rare abandon making grunting sounds himself only deeper and more frantic than Rehana's friend, who now just held her buttocks apart and lay hunched and firm, accepting the ramming, indeed reveling in the buggering she was getting. Rehana had meanwhile manipulated her body to attack her friend's cunt with her tongue. Her friend was in paradise with the vaginal and anal onslaught and very soon was on her way to a huge orgasm. Meanwhile the young man was humping his way to a mind blowing orgasm. As if the friction from the tight shit chute was not enough or the sight of two round buttocks passively receiving his thrusts not erotic enough, the ante was upped by Rehana's mouth every now and then sucking his testicles or her tongue stimulating the underside of his cock. Suddenly he was there, and holding the sodomized woman's hips hard he came with deep grunts depositing a huge load of semen in her rectum. That was then but this was now. As Rehana held the two cocks and slurped on one and then the other the memory of that young lamp carrier and the way he fucked got her all wet and excited and she wanted to feel a hot cock in her vagina. Getting hold of her husband's outsize cock she lay down on her back and opened her legs and said, "Fuck me Rahim you bastard. I have not felt this monster in my cunt for a long time." Rahim was as hard as a stone minaret and rammed his rigid cock straightaway into her soft and giving vagina. Up to the hilt in one thrust, making her gasp and before she got her breath back, he had set up a ramming tempo. The princess was no passive bystander. She pushed Rogan on to his back and impaled herself on him. But Rogan wanted her ass. It had been a long time since he had been up any one's ass and the princess's was a prize from heaven. He let her expend her initial ardor by riding his cock. Then as she slowed down, he deftly pushed her off him and onto her knees. There before him were those perfect buns and between them - that crinkly pink hole that ordinary men only dreamed about. He took a moment to pour scented oil on his cock before he thrust it into the royal shit chute. Ramming it in to the hilt in one fell swoop, with abandon, making the princess yell, "Slowly you camel fucker other wise I will cut it off and feed it to the vultures." To soothe the enraged royal, he reached around and began strumming on her clitoris with one hand while two oil slicked fingers of the other hand penetrated her vagina and began a gentle fucking motion till she was cooing and sighing. Then he removed his hands and placed them on her perfect hips. This was to brace himself as he began ramming her ass hole with fury. In and out went his cock repeatedly raping into that perfect sleeve. The princess yelled expletives but made no move to get away. He moved his hands to spread those wonderful buttocks to afford him a better view of his cock ramming in and out of that hole in her magnificent backside. Beside them, Rehana was getting royally fucked by her husband. Oh, but she had missed this enormous prong. In and out it went ramming her vagina, driving her to a frenzied orgasm. And even then the battering continued as he looked down at her with a lustful sneer. He picked up her legs and pushed them back on to her chest and spread them widely apart so that he could get his whole cock in her and then he really began to give it to her. The whole bed shook as he rammed her relentlessly. Suddenly both men seemed to reach their peaks simultaneously and a ton of semen was deposited in ass and vagina. For a while the foursome lay exhausted on the huge bed. But this was party time and they were all young and primed. Rahim, of the monster dick, was the first to recover. He moved over to his wife and stuck his cock in her mouth. Rehana joyously sucked it to full mast. He then unceremoniously turned her over, parted her buttocks, spat on her anus, and introduced his cock into her rectum, in one fell swoop; making her yell in agony and then curse him out in chaste Persian. He just lay on top of her and used his body weight to keep her thrashing body from getting away as he plundered her rectum. Gradually Rehana stopped protesting and then actually lifted herself up so that they both rose up and her husband could ride her buttocks better. Rogan had just come back from cleaning the Princess's shit off his cock and the sight of his sister getting royally sodomized aroused him instantly. He offered his hard on to the princess who was also a very interested spectator. She sucked on it absent mindedly while still watching the brutal buggering. Rahim was really getting into now. He reached around his wife and groped for her tits. He savagely mauled her breasts as he kept up his vicious buggering tempo. Then he moved back and off her and rested his buttocks on his knees, unsheathing his cock in so doing. He placed his hands on her haunches and moving back up re- sheathed his cock to the hilt in one push. She cried out, more in shock than pain. He did it again and again, taking his cock out completely and then ramming it back up her rectum. She wriggled her bottom in an effort to get away. He then forcefully pushed her down onto the bed and held her there once again by the sheer weight of his body. Once again he removed his cock out all the way without moving off her body. He then parted her buttocks by placing his hands between them to fully penetrate her rectum again. He was nearly there – on the verge of what was going to be a mind blowing orgasm. Now he placed both his thumbs into her anus to keep her hole open and rammed her even more forcefully. That was it – he could hold in his semen no longer and jerked and swayed and cursed her rudely even as his cock pushed out tons of fiery liquid into her rectum. They lay like this – husband on wife for a while. They were both exhausted in their own way – he from the exertion of all the physical movement, she from the physical sensation of having her rectum stretched beyond recognition. Then Rehana spoke in a soft voice that belied her words. "Rahim, you bastard, you didn't have to be so brutal." "Ah, but you love it my wife. You are a filthy bitch, a whore, a slut; you will lie down and get fucked by any one willing to fuck you. A big cock ramming you mercilessly sends you to heaven." "That's why you love me, you filthy swine." And she was right. "The only thing missing is pissing on you. I have not done that for a while." The princess, who was still sucking Rogan, asked in amazement, "You piss on her?!" she thought she knew everything about their sexual lives. Rehana felt her cheeks burning. This was not something she had ever wanted the princess, her true love to know. "Oh yes," continued Rahim, "Very occasionally and only when the mood takes her, she wants to be pissed on. In the years that we have been married I must have pissed on her a half dozen times. I mean really pissed on her. She is not satisfied with a dribble dropped on her stomach. No, she wants a gallon of the stuff on her tits, her cunt, her ass hole, inside her asshole, her hair and her face. And she drinks it – holding on to my cock she engulfs the head and gulps down the warm stuff even as it comes out of my piss hole!" This really excited the princess. She pulled Rogan's cock out of her mouth and pushed him onto the bed. She crouched over him and holding his cock introduced it into her cunt. Then she began riding Rogan in real earnest. Not satisfied she reached back and parted her buttocks and told Rahim to shove his cock into her anus. This was new for Rehana. She of course had been double fucked on numerous occasions but had never seen the princess take two on at the same time. "Are you sure my love?" She asked softly. "Oh yes," said the princess, while she waited patiently for Rahim, "there are things about me you don't know either. When I went back to Persia after my son was born my cousins seduced me. I had gone back alone basically to show my parents their grand child. It was just for a few days and you were sick and could not come with me. Those cousins were horny and so was I, seducing me was easy. They do everything together. And so first one fucked me and the other got me to suck his cock. Then they both fucked my cunt! I never knew I could take two up my cunt at the same time! Then one got me to ride him and the other buggered me. And then to crown it all they got me to take them both up my ass simultaneously. My god, come on Rahim give it to me." "My love," said Rehana, "they have normal sized cocks." She had fucked all the princess's cousins and knew which ones she was talking about, "Rahim is huge!" "Really, I had not noticed." said the princess sarcastically. "Okay, okay just a moment," said Rehana, searching for the scented oil. When she found it she lovingly poured it on to the royal buttocks and gently lubricated the anal rim and then the inside with first one and then two oily fingers. She turned around and lavished a boat full on her husbands cock and massaged it to steel hardness. She then took him by the cock and led him to the princess's anus. "Gently, Rahim you bastard, do it gently." So excited was Rahim that he pierced the princess's anus forcefully and buried his cock to the hilt in her rectum. He just could not help it – he was in a totally brutal mood today. Both the princess and Rehana cried out at the same time and Rehana slapped him hard across the buttocks. "Sorry, sorry," he said, even though he really was not because the sensation had been incredible. Rogan's cock in the princess's cunt had made her ass that much tighter and penetrating it that much more of a treat! For a moment he held still as Rogan began ramming her cunt from below. Then the princess got into it and began rocking on Rogan's cock. Rahim waited to get used to the princess's rhythmic movement. Then he began moving. Every time she came off Rogan's prick Rahim hammered into her ass with his massive organ. This got a guttural cry from the princess but she did not protest and made no motion to get away from the ass battering she was getting. Her ass felt so tight that Rahim wanted to get her off Rogan and royally bugger the crap out of her on his own. But this would make her ass feel loose, so he held on to her buttocks and savored the sight of his cock going up the royal shit chute. The Maharani Pt. 04 For Rogan at the bottom of this threesome the sensation was incredible. He loved fucking the princess but this was out of this world. Her cunt felt so tight, it was unbelievable! The princess had never felt so stuffed. Rehana was right; Rahim's cock was way too big to be part of a simultaneous attack on her cunt and ass. When he had first pronged her she had almost passed out because of the pain. But gradually she had got used to it and was now really enjoying the sensation. She was a lusty creature! Rogan's movement got more urgent and hectic and incredibly he was the first to come. The princess could feel his fiery seed shoot into her and she lowered her head and sucked on his tongue till the last of his come dribbled out of his cock into her vagina. She continued to suck his spit out of his mouth till his prick shriveled and fell out of her cunt. Rahim immediately felt the change. Gone was that super tight feel. It was not as if the princess's ass was loose. This in it self was surprising given the fact that she had been royally buggered by many a cock on very many an occasion. But there was a distinct difference. Rehana now got into the act and pushed her brother out of the way and maneuvered herself in such a way that her face was below the princess's cunt and her own cunt below the princess's mouth. This gave the perverted Rahim an idea. He waited till Rehana had sucked out her brother's come and was eliciting grunts of satisfaction from the princess for her labial efforts. Rehana's cunt in turn was being attacked by the royal mouth and tongue. Both females were in sexual bliss as Rahim slowed down the pace of his ass fucking. Then he spoke, "Rehana," he said softly and endearingly, "will you put your fist up the princess's cunt?" "Shut up, Rahim, just get on with your buggering and get off quickly." "Please, it was so tight and wonderful and I want to feel that tightness again." He took his cock out of the princess's ass and offered it to his wife. When she ignored him he reached down and forced it into her mouth, "Lick your love's shit off my cock you whore." And Rehana did that with vigor. Then the princess said, "Do it Rehana I have not been fisted by you for a long time." She really was a horny perverted royal! Hearing this, Rahim removed his cock from his wife's mouth and shoved it back into the royal ass in one brutal move. Meanwhile Rehana gradually worked one, then two and then three fingers in. Even more gradually the fourth finger and the thumb went in. Rahim waited patiently moving his cock just enough to keep it erect. The princess had been busy too. She had got her fist into Rehana's cunt and was moving it in and out; vigorously! Finally Rehana began pushing her fist in ever so slowly into her true love's cunt. "Shove it in faster, you bitch, I want to feel the whole damn thing tearing into me," barked the princess and Rehana instantly obeyed. This was what Rahim the rogue was waiting for. He began hammering into her ass once again. The feeling was again incredible. So tight, so clingy and yet so yielding. Surprisingly it was the princess who came before Rahim could. She screwed her ass deliriously on his giant cock even as Rehana's fist battered her cunt. The combined sensation was unbelievable and she climbed the rainbow of her orgasm even as she drenched Rehana's hand with her come. Rehana was the next to come. The princess's orgasm was the trigger. Even as the princess came on her fist, Rehana copiously decorated the royal fist with her orgasmic fluids. And still incredibly Rahim kept going. He yelled at Rehana to keep her fist firmly entrenched in the princess's cunt as he kept her buttocks spread out with his hands to fully savor the sight of his huge cock popping the royal ass. He would pull it out and look at the anal ring widely parted and wait till it closed again and then he would ram his thick cock past the ring and savagely imbed its whole length in the rectum. But all great and good things come to an end. And so did perhaps the best fucking experience of Rahim's life, one that he would salivate over in his old age. He held off for as long as he could and then with a rush he came and flooded the princess's ass with hot fiery bodily secretions. And then he stayed slumped over the princess as she in turn fell on Rehana. Rogan was coming to life and was contemplating where to stick his erect penis next. But back to Mahmud. He passed through Punjab and visited a few kingdoms that he had subjugated on his previous visits. He reminded the puppet rulers to have his tribute waiting for him on his way back to Afghanistan. Then he moved on. Next he raided a few small kingdoms without meeting much resistance. Everything seemed to be in order, nothing out of the ordinary, just like his previous expeditions. Quite a few women caught his eye. Some were wives of the ruling class, some wives of rich merchants, others wives of landowners. His lust got the better of him and he decided to stop his expedition and launch a campaign to snare one or more of them. It was at this moment that his spies caught up with him. They all seemed to arrive almost at the same time. They brought news of a huge army making its way towards Mahmud and his men. In fact said the spies this army was but a day's march away. Mahmud was both angry and astonished. He was angry with his spies because they had not done their job properly. Astonished, because this was unprecedented, an army coming out to meet him! He had always been the attacker, never the defender. Then he was furious with his spies for not having informed him in time. He ordered them hanged then and there. The men begged for their lives, saying that they were loyal subjects of the great sultan. They had been held in captivity till very recently. The moment they had been released they had made a beeline for him. Mahmud was a practical man. There really was no purpose to having these men executed apart from appeasing his anger and frustration. He stayed their execution. The next day the astonished Mahmud sighted the approaching army. And what a sight it was! Rank upon orderly rank of foot soldiers armed with swords and spears, with a generous sprinkling of archers. Behind them thousands of men in orderly rows on horses and behind the cavalry stretching almost to the horizon stood at least a thousand elephants, atop each sat men with a veritable arsenal of weapons. Mahmud felt something that he had felt on very few occasions in his life. He felt fear. In Allah's name where had such an army come from and who was its leader? He had brought with him a few thousand foot soldiers and ten thousand or so men on horses. It was the expert Afghani horsemen who had always brought him swift and resounding victory. He remembered how his men had cut through large Hindustani armies in the past. Maybe none were as big as the one facing him now but it was still an army made up of spineless Hindus. He rallied his men and then sent them out in Allah's name. "Death to the infidels," and off went the first lot of horsemen with swords and spears at the ready. They bore down on the Hindus with a ferociousness known only to true believers. They cut a swath through the foot soldiers, scattering the first few ranks. Then the next line of foot soldiers held its ground. Mahmud pulled his men back and planned his next foray. That was just the start of the battle. It became clear in a short while that this army was not going to cave in quickly. No matter, Mahmud had fought plenty of hard battles and he and his men hunkered down for a long and bruising fight. And the battle raged on in lulls and periods of great activity as most great battles do. At one point, Mahmud noticed that his whole army was engaged – both infantry and cavalry, and yet the opposition showed no sign of cutting and running. And to top it all the elephants stood in lofty splendor behind the active battle lines and had not been engaged at all. That was when Mahmud perceived that the royal elephant had moved to the front of the battle with only a few lines of foot soldiers ahead of it. It was easy to pick up the fact that it carried the leader for its head and trunk and sides were richly decorated in eye catching red and gold cloth. Aha, thought Mahmud these Hindus never learn! He remembered how Raja Anandpal had given him a hard time and Mahmud was on the brink of defeat when the royal elephant had gotten spooked and had suddenly taken flight and it appeared as if the Raja was running away. His men had caved in and Mahmud had won a famous victory. Could history be made to repeat itself? Mahmud pulled in a section of elite horsemen and gave them specific instructions. These were battle hardened warriors that every Afghani in the field that day recognized as special. Off they went in a measured lope seemingly seeking to engage the enemy's flank when they suddenly wheeled around and galloped towards the emblazoned elephant. It looked as if they would accomplish their mission for no one had spotted them and divined their intention. Then suddenly, seemingly from nowhere, came a multitude of wild black men with curly hair who threw themselves on the horsemen with a fierce abandon. Armed with clubs, chains and some with nothing more than their bare hands; they ripped Mahmud's men off their horses and pulverized them. This reckless act of violence broke Mahmud's men and Mahmud saw a sight he never thought he would ever see. His elite Afghani horsemen turned tail and fled, that is the ones that were still living and still on their horses. The ferocious Gonds (for that is who they were) had done to Mahmud's men what massive armies had not. They had ripped the heart out of them. Exactly as Chanakya had predicted. The fact that his best soldiers had been broken spread dismay and panic amongst Mahmud's men. In next to no time his demoralized army was defeated and had surrendered to the victorious and jubilant opposing forces. The elephants, that had played no part in the battle, now appeared and herded the defeated Afghans into segregated imprisoned entities. It was dusk by the time a dazed Mahmud found himself in shackles, being led off with the rest of his men. That is when it struck him that the whole thing could have been a ploy. The bait was the seemingly vulnerable royal elephant and he had simply sent his best men into a trap. Clever! Something he would have been proud to have done. He had just disdainfully dismissed Hindustanis as inferior people and this fact had been intelligently used against him. Again he thought, "Who is the leader of this army?" Suddenly two very serious looking men arrived and with authority ordered his fetters removed. One of them spoke, with hands folded in obeisance, "Sir, we are sorry that you were shackled, we beg your forgiveness. Please come with us." They led him through a maze of tents, which the opposing army had as if magically installed in next to no time. After negotiating their way through this maze they came to a central space where a massive tent had been set up. The men accompanying him spoke to the guards that stood at the entrance. A few words and then they all stood aside to let him enter alone. He found himself walking on a soft carpet into a truly massive edifice. The only indication that it was a tent was the gentle movement of the high canopy with the breeze. There were three people hunched over a table in the central area. They stood up and turned as he entered. One was a huge black man, the other was a nondescript Hindu and the third was a woman. Not just any woman but his tall Hindustani Apsara! His look of recognition tinged with astonishment must have shown on his face for she smiled and said, "Yes it is me!" That entrancing throaty voice removed any doubt about her identity. But there was something different about her. She held herself erect, her gaze was direct and unswerving and when she moved it was with grace and poise and authority. With a nod she dismissed the others. After they left he asked, "You are the leader of this army?" "Yes, but you seem surprised." Surprised? Shocked was more like it. Never, not even in his wildest dreams had he imagined her capable of anything even remotely approaching this. In fact in his wildest dreams she was capable of very imaginative copulation but nothing beyond that. She had been a sex object pure and simple, a prize that he had to win. She was a woman for heaven's sake and what woman was capable of anything apart from fucking and bearing children? "How did all this happen?" asked the still reeling Mahmud. "You made it happen," said she smiling at him. "I made it happen?" thought Mahmud. All he had made happen was a great deal of fucking. Oh, yes that was great! He could feel his cock rising as he remembered. This Apsara was one of the greatest fucks of his life. He had been her mentor, her teacher; he had led her from the lie on your back and get fucked frame of mind to a hundred and one ways to satisfy yourself and your lover. "You made me break with convention. That freed my mind. You see till then I had looked upon myself as a good and virtuous Hindu woman, capable of nothing more than looking after her husband, her home and her children, subjugating herself to the wishes of men. But once I became your lover I was placed outside that conventionality. And I started looking at things in an entirely novel way." Subconsciously he had been struggling to explain the change in her. By Allah, it suddenly struck him. This was not the young widow he had seduced and then left to her fate – this was someone with a regal bearing, this was a Maharani! "But enough," and she clapped her hands, "you look tired and need to be refreshed." Servants immediately entered bearing trays. They were directed to a curtained off section in the large tent by the Maharani where they placed the trays and waited. When he entered he found himself ankle deep in soft fleece like material. There was a raised section that looked like a soft plush bed and another smaller section that looked like a table. On this table the servants had placed the food and liquid refreshments. He was handed soft silk cloths steeped in scented cool water. It felt like heaven against his sun and weather burnt tired skin. As the fear and tiredness left him he became conscious of hunger. He squatted down and attacked the food with relish. After dismissing the servants she sat across him and indulgently watched as he tore into the food. She saw the firm jaw line, the piercing eyes and the hawk like nose and her mind took her back to the time she had first made love to any man but her husband. Softness crept into her eyes at the memory and then lust replaced the softness. Her cunt became wet as she remembered this man's cock ravaging her. When his hunger was sated he looked up and found what he recognized as unbridled lust in her eyes. His cock immediately responded even as he thought, "This may be my ticket to freedom. She obviously wants to fuck and like any woman will get all soft and clingy after that. In the Prophet's name, that is when I will appeal to her and have her send me back to my wife and child." Oh, yes, Mahmud was a practical man. Live now to fight another day. He cleansed his messy fingers in a bowl of lime water and dried them off on a soft cotton cloth. Then he moved beside her. He took one of her hands in his and began softly caressing it. Perfect, slender fingers unadorned by jewelry and indeed what embellishment did perfection need! He kissed her hands then moved up her arms to those smooth rounded white shoulders that he suddenly remembered so well. She had come straight from the battlefield and smelt of it. Of horses, of elephants, of dust and grime and the sweat of apprehension, excitement and sheer heat. But somehow this smell from her body was not off putting at all. If anything it made her more sexually desirable. All Mahmud could think of now was fucking the crap out of her. All the old memories came flooding back and only served to heighten the desire to sheath his cock in her wet and willing cunt. But Mahmud controlled himself. He was going to go slow and deeply enjoy the whole thing. He moved with her to the soft plush bed and lay down beside her, his lips caressing her face – flawless skin, perfect bone structure and those almond shaped grey green eyes. He ran his hands down her well toned sinuous body – supple and curvy with not even a hint of flab. He reached inside her blouse for her breasts, and caressed nipples hard with excitement. She got up and removed her clothes and stood up in naked splendor. He gawked in awe at her bare body, reminded once again that he had never seen anyone more beautiful, his Persian princess included. She caught him staring and posed for him, turning around so that he could see her fully. Those awesome buttocks, not an ounce of extra flesh, molded by the muscles underneath into perfect rounded pillows and all he could think of was to part them and have his way with the delicate rosebud that he knew was hidden between them. She gestured to him to get rid of his clothes. He got up to remove his clothes and then he could smell himself on them. Not very nice. But it did not seem to matter to the queen who was in turn staring at his hard body and long and lingeringly at that stiffly erect huge prick. He made her lie down and then parting her thighs placed his mouth on her divine cunt, sweet and intoxicating – just as he remembered. He parted her labial lips with his tongue and sipped the nectar of her aroused cunt. He lost himself in the beauty of what lay between her thighs. Some women have ugly faces but beautiful cunts; other otherwise attractive women have really ugly cunts – irregular discolored labia or gaping holes with flapping fleshy lips. This woman had both, a beautiful face and cunt. And that cunt was getting very stimulated by his tongue. His fingers worked on her thighs and then on her hidden clitoris, getting it to sprout, and she was off and running on her way to an orgasm, that when it hit flooded his face and her thighs rhythmically squashed his head. When her thighs finally released his head, he looked up at her with her come wet and lingering on his beard. He moved up her body till her tongue could lick off her own come and he could sheath his engorged cock in her slick channel. It was big and she could feel every inch as it went up her cunt till pubic bone met pubic bone and pubic hair mashed up against pubic hair. And he rode her and rammed her and gyrated his cock inside her even as his mouth swallowed her tongue and he sucked out her saliva. Faster and faster he hammered into her pushing himself into her core, grunting his way to a divine orgasm that filled her cunt with so much fiery liquid that it leaked out onto her bush, her thighs and the bed. For a while they lay, man on woman, cock in cunt, momentarily sated. But not for long. Mahmud began moving in her cunt and in no time was hard again. He raised himself up and gazed down at her ravaged face and that made him clamp his mouth to hers and savagely fuck her oral orifice with his tongue in time with his cock attacking her cunt. She gently but firmly pushed him off her. She was going to ride him, she was going to fuck him, and she was going to go at it at her own pace to pleasure herself. He lay down on that soft bed as she rose up and placing her bent legs on either side of him took hold of his hard prick and softly and slowly embedded it in her. She rode on his thick cock. Lifting herself off her haunches till only the tip remained in her cunt and then descending wildly to embed the whole fat pole. She lowered her breasts and placed a nipple in his mouth to suck on while she swiveled on his penis. Gradually she built up the tempo and the level of stimulation till Mahmud found himself meeting her thrusts with vigorous upward thrusts of his own while moving from nipple to nipple with his mouth. He held her perfect buttocks as she rode him and began inching his fingers towards her anus. The Maharani Pt. 04 Suddenly he was aware of another presence in the tent. He looked up and saw behind the Maharani the gigantic black man he had seen earlier. But now he was naked as on the day he was born, with a mightily erect penis of unimaginable proportions. Mahmud thought he had a big cock but this guy's cock was way out of his league. It was Goray Lal. The queen had asked him to return to the royal tent in a little while. The battle had left her horny and she wanted her faithful servant to give her a thorough fucking. He had returned and on entering the tent had witnessed the joyful ongoing coitus. The sight of his queen at any time got Goray Lal's juices going but the sight of her naked pink buttocks going up and down on Mahmud was too much. He had taken his clothes off and was ready to join them. She looked back and saw him and remembered what she had requested earlier. She was not at all embarrassed at being caught en flagrante and continued riding Mahmud. She was just curious as to what Goray Lal had in mind. That question was answered very quickly. Goray Lal spat on his cock and spread the warm liquid on it, massaging its entire length. He parted her buttocks and spat on her pink crinkly anus and introduced first one and then two fingers into her ass hole. He spat copiously on his fingers as he worked them in and out of her anus. He spat some more on his cock and then placed it at her nether opening. She was so filled with Mahmud's thick member that it was virtually impossible to enter her ass hole. Goray Lal grasped her waist with a huge hand and pushed his penis with the other. Suddenly, the head passed the anal ring and the queen involuntarily groaned with the sudden pain. "Keep still, my queen," rumbled Goray Lal, "and let this humble servant sheath his entire organ in your ass." Slowly and inexorably he kept up the pressure and his penis began disappearing into her anus. The queen had stopped riding Mahmud and he saw her go very pale, look sickly and break out in a cold sweat. But she made no move to escape or ask Goray Lal to stop. She stayed slumped over and still as he worked his penis further and further in till at last it was sheathed completely. With an approving grunt Goray Lal withdrew his cock to its tip and rammed it back in, quickly building up to a fast tempo. Mahmud had lost his erection because of the shock of what had just happened and the fact that never in his entire fucking career had he shared a woman with another man. Lost his erection but not completely and his cock had stayed in the queen's cunt. Curiously, the buggering of the queen that he was witnessing in such close proximity actually stimulated him. He found his cock growing hard. Then, he found the queen riding him again; she had obviously recovered from her near death experience. Every time Goray Lal withdrew from her rectum she lowered her cunt on Mahmud's cock and then moved back up to meet Goray's next thrust. Mahmud found himself thrusting upwards to meet her descent on his cock. Quickly the trio built up a see saw rhythm. Incredibly, Mahmud was the first to come and with a hoarse cry he blasted Parvati's cunt with his hot come. He was done, for now at least. Goray Lal continued to pound the queen's ass. He lifted her off Mahmud and stood up. Then holding her by her thighs he began moving her on his cock which was still embedded in her shit hole. She reached back and wrapped her arms around his neck as he held her off the ground and moved her buttocks on him. Mahmud could see the giant's cock almost come unsheathed only to have Goray violently hold her thighs and ram her ass on to his cock. The queen was bathed in sweat and was moaning meaninglessly as Goray moved her like a doll on and off his cock. Then he lowered her to the ground without removing his cock from her ass hole. He placed her on all four limbs and began ramming her from behind. He placed his huge hands on her cunt and while the fingers of one played on her clitoris the fingers of the other vigorously massaged her cunt walls. Finally, he reached boiling point and with a loud shout came in her ass. For a long time they stayed like that. The queen on her hands and knees, gasping for breath, her servant behind and above her watching his cock gradually diminish in size and her stretched anus slowly contract down. Finally with a plop it fell out of her bung hole which briefly winked and then closed completely. Mahmud was shocked at what happened next. Parvati turned around and engulfed Goray's cock with her mouth, getting about half of it in. Then she began licking the pole that had just been up her shit chute. Licking it with passion! Lovingly she worked her tongue from tip to base and back again till it glistened in the light from the lamp in the tent. This gorgeous creature, this epitome of female beauty, this Apsara, was a slut of the first order! Instead of being disgusted he found the spectacle very stimulating. For even while performing this depraved act the Maharani still appeared so beautiful and so much in control! And then she worked on Goray's huge scrotum even swallowing his gargantuan testicles! And just when he thought he had seen everything she shocked him even more. She made the giant lie down on the soft bed. She climbed on top of him and placed her ass on his face. He meekly began licking her buttocks and then exposing her anus he began fucking it in real earnest with his tongue. She turned around so that now she was facing his feet, not for an instant letting his tongue move from her anus. She then dribbled drops of piss on to his hairy chest. He reached around and rubbed the piss like a liniment on his chest. She turned around again and now her cunt was on his face and his tongue off her anus. She began pissing in real earnest right into his open mouth, and the colossus just drank the whole smelly stuff as if it was the nectar of the gods, and in all this, never for a moment did the queen appear to be anything but absolutely enchanting, and she did not stop till she was done. There was a look of absolute devotion on Goray Lal's face even as he cleaned her bush of the remnants of her urine with his tongue. My god thought Mahmud this woman is really out of this world. The black giant with the humongous cock who had just brutally buggered her ass certainly thought so. In fact it appeared to Mahmud that he was actually in complete awe of her. To him she was a goddess and he was worshipping her. This woman who was a slut - was divine! A slut goddess! As Mahmud watched, Goray Lal licked Parvati's urine completely off her genitals and thighs and buttocks. She then turned around and began working on his cock with her mouth, getting it nice and hard. She wanted to get fucked again! By Allah this woman was too much. Goray Lal in the meantime worshipped the queen's cunt and anus, stimulating her even more if it was possible, even as he lathered her with saliva. She turned around once again and lowered herself on his cock. She had done this so many times that it was almost a ritual – the gradual impalement till the whole damn thing was sheathed. Then she rode him, her pace increasing with her lust. He reached around and entered her ass with his fingers, and gradually worked four huge fingers in and he began thrusting them into her rectum in tandem with her up and down movement. Goray Lal gestured to Mahmud to get in on the action and get his cock up the queen's exposed anus. The sight of that bottom riding the giant's prick had actually got him hard again. Likewise he spat on his cock and zeroing in hammered his cock up her ass in one savage thrust. She let out an involuntary cry at being so brutally sodomized which was quickly smothered by Goray Lal clamping his mouth on hers. For Mahmud this was heaven. He was an ass man. And this Hindustani Apsara definitely had an ass to die for. With that huge cock in her cunt her ass felt as tight as that of a woman who had never been sodomized. He savored this heavenly moment fully and kept his cock still and completely embedded. Indeed it was difficult to move his cock. Difficult but not impossible and when he began moving it the sensation was incredible. This was positively the tightest channel his prick had ever been in. Goray lay still as did the queen. She was still recovering from Mahmud's forceful entry. But Mahmud was off and running, buggering her as hard and fast as he could. He even lifted her off Goray Lal but not enough to have the huge penis leave her cunt, just enough so that he could wrap his hands around her hips to brace her and keep her still as he assaulted her rectum. No wonder then that in a short while he was spewing his come into her ass. It was a spent but very satisfied Mahmud who removed his limp dick out of the queen's ass. This undoubtedly had been physically the most enjoyable ass fuck of his life. Goray Lal now began moving. He lifted up the queen whose back was now unfettered of Mahmud's weight. He picked her up and dropped her on his gargantuan cock. But she who had just had her ass ravaged had enough of this lack of control. She told Goray Lal to stop tossing her up and down. Instead she rode him at a pace and rhythm that would slowly take her to fulfillment. Goray Lal lay still and let her work her magic with her cunt as he tweaked her breasts and then later as his passion built up sucked viciously on one and then the other engorged and erect nipple. The tempo of her up and down thrusts increased with her rising passion and this was heightened by Goray Lal when in a well practiced maneuver, one that had proven results, he began strumming on her clitoris with his fingers. That did it; she came furiously, bathing his cock with her come even as her mouth sucked out every little dribble of saliva he had in his. They lay like that. Maharani cradled in her servant's massive arms, her body on his, softly sucking on each other's mouth, till her passion was spent. But the giant's cock had not spewed its venom. The Maharani had come but not her serf. So he lifted her off his prick and off his body. He turned her onto her haunches and moved behind her. His intentions were clear and she submissively subjugated herself to them. He spat on his cock and her anus. That was all the lubrication he needed for what he was about to do and what afforded him more pleasure than anything else in his life. His prick head found her ass hole and in one fell swoop penetrated it. He pushed in till every inch of the whole enormous thing was embedded and she felt once again that horrible but pleasurable feeling of being stuffed. No matter how many times he buggered her that feeling never went away. And he rode her, holding on to her hips as he sodomized her. She passively sweated beneath him waiting for him to reach his climax. Being buggered and enjoying it immensely. And he reached his climax even though as ever he wanted it to last for ever. He gripped her hips and with purpose pushed his prick into the darkest recesses of her rectum as it spewed its sizzling contents into her ravished and well fucked insides. And they lay like that, vassal draped on Maharani till she pushed him off her. He got up and she ordered him to dress and get out of there. This he did. Only Parvati and Mahmud were left in that huge tent. Was this a good time for Mahmud to appeal to her soft and submissive side? He had envisaged a moment were she would be so filled with his come and so beguiled with his fucking prowess that she would be like soft putty in his hands. Was this the time? Would there ever be a proper time? The intrusion of Goray Lal had thrown all his calculations askew. Go for it, he thought. "Your majesty," said Mahmud, starting what he thought would be a dialogue leading to his release, "what will become of this humble teacher of yours?" He was referring of course to the fact that he had been her first real lover, as opposed to her husband who had merely been the first one to fuck her. He had been the one who had taught her to fuck properly and with passion, and the one who by her own admission had sent her up the path to becoming a Maharani. She looked at him tenderly and said," I am a woman and when I made love to you, I did so with my mind and body. And even though you abandoned me I still have a soft corner for you." Aha, thought the wily Mahmud my opening has come quicker than I thought, "So will your imperial highness then free me and let me get home to my wife and son?" She drew in a long breath and said, "Unfortunately that will not be possible." "I am also a ruler and I now want peace and prosperity for my people. I have to make an example of you so that no one ever dares to attack my land and its people. You will have to be executed, but like a king - your head will be crushed by an elephant." And so it was done at dawn the next day. Mahmud was then buried as a Muslim but in an unmarked grave. It was late evening a few days later that a weary Maharani Parvati returned to her palace. She was greeted by a girl who came bounding up yelling," Ma! Ma! You are back!" A rejuvenated Parvati got off her horse and scooped up her daughter and hugged her till her arms began to ache. Already this ten year old was physically a match for boys her age. She was a natural with the sword and the bow and her mental agility astonished her teachers – even Chanakya. "Yes," thought Parvati, "she will make a great Maharani one day."