The Jezebel of India Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

The Jezebel of India Ch. 03

... Lakshmi's confidant and friend.

Tara was there when the Maharaja called for his bride to come to his couch and afterwards, she would minister to her mistress, when it was time for Tara to be taught the arts of love, it had been Lakshmi who helped her to her husband couch and gave Tara as an anniversary gift. Laksmi cradled the young beauty, as he husband prick spilt her hymen and once the trifle had been surrendered was shown the glories of love with a ma. Whilst pregnant with her child, Laksmi would ask Tara to soothe her husband's ardour. It was then that Tara's lack of children, despite her nights with the Maharaja, showed that her womb seemed to be barren and empty and that she would not bear children. After her tears, Laksmi helped her find her way within her household and prayed that Lord Krishna might bless her with a child if he wished it so.

Now, she watched Deewan stroke while his gentle fingers found her tight sex and rubbed her swollen bud, causing her to buck and shiver,

"Oh, my horse master, you have me trembling at your touch!" She cooed, a clear invitation for his proud prick to split her open and plunder her depths. Deewan smiled, and threaded his swollen prick's head to her cunny, wiping her love juices upon his head and then slowly pushed his prick into her, "Ohhh, slowly my horse master, slowly!"

Deewan halted his penetration, allowing her tight lips to spit for his swollen intrusion. He was no virgin, having been in the sexual company of ...

... whores since his early days as a raw recruit. She had been large, possessing a large flabby backside and generous breasts. Being inexperienced, she simply suckled his young prick, which surprised her with its girth and length and then mounted him. Being a virgin, Deewan spilt his seed quickly, but the whore simply smiled, wafted him away and awaited her next client. After this rude sexual initiation, Deewan was much more selective in his choice of girls.

But none matched the skill and beauty of the young woman beneath him. He inched his prick into her and soon, with her legs bent against his best, his rhythmic trusting brought a suffusion of potent sensations that threatened to bring him to his orgasm too quickly. He pulled himself from her, but Tara swiftly reached forward and gripped his ball sack, stemming the potency of his arousal.

"It has been a long time, my beauty," Deewan confessed, "I have never been in such a congress, as I am now," He smiled shyly.

"Oh, my horse master, you do me a great honour and it is my mistress's wish that you find pleasure before the great battle that will come. Come fill me again, and if you excite too quickly, I will take you thus and we shall share our love when the time is right," Tara smiled. With Tara's patience, Deewan mounted her once again, his prick, hard and wanton. His thrusts were careful but strong, and brought the young woman to her first shaking climax,

"Oh my love, you make me tremble!" She strained, her voice tense ...