The Grand Orgy Of Rajpuri

I walked the palace in my red lehenga. Even though India got independence long time back, our family is still treated like Kings in my town. My ancestors were the kings of this town, Rajpuri in central India. Even after we got independence, the people of the town respected our family and loved us. To this date, we are given royal treatment. Owing to the increase in cost of living and lifestyle, the palace was not as big as it was.

At the time of independence, it had 89 rooms. Now, it had only 46. I sat on the wooden stool as one of our servants was checking the mehendi on my hand. “Should I prepare you for the grand ceremony, your highness?” she asked. I blushed at the very mention of it. It is the ritual the entire town waits for. The ritual was performed for every princess of my family. It was when entire Rajpuri got a chance to fuck the princess to their will. The servant took me to the bath where I took my clothes off. “You are by far the most beautiful princess this kingdom has seen.” She told me. She instructed me to sit there as she fills the bath will milk to bathe me.

While sitting there, I was thinking about the grand ceremony. Many years back Sooraj, the Prince of Rajpuri went to hunt for deer and on the way, he saw a very beautiful fruit vendor. He was struck by her beauty but he knew the King would not allow him to marry someone who was not a princess.

So he wooed the girl and had sex with her. Who would reject the Prince? He later realized that she got pregnant and to prevent her from humiliating the family, the King got the Prince married to Swetha, the fruit vendor. A few months later, she gave birth to a baby girl. But the Prince wanted a boy. So he tried and tried. He had four kids with her and all were girls. Back in that age, people wanted only a boy child. So the royal family insulted Swetha that she was responsible for not giving the family a heir to the throne and tortured her.

When it was too much for her to bear, Swetha fled the kingdom with her four daughters. But before she did, she cursed the family with a spell that the family shall never bear male children. The spell worked. Sooraj had married four other women but neither of them could provide the family a boy child.

So the family consulted a priest to help them. After performing multiple yagnas and poojas, the priest said that the family had to sacrifice their girl child to Rajpuri. But it did not mean the sacrifice of life. It meant the sacrifice of her body to the people of Rajpuri.

When the semen of the commoners of Rajpuri fertilize the princess, she can bear a boy child. So a grand ceremony was set up and Sooraj’s younger sister, Sonali was given to Rajpuri. Almost the entire town had her. The ministers, the priests, the army, the businessmen, everyone fucked the princess. But something unexpected happened after that. The commoners of Rajpuri never had sex with a woman as beautiful as the princess.

They spoke volumes of her ample breasts, her milky smooth skin, her flat stomach. Even years after that night, people masturbated to the sound of Sonali moaning at the ceremony. Walls of temples in Rajpuri were filled with nude sculptures of the princess. People treated her like a goddess, longing for another chance to fuck her. Poets would sing praises of the ceremony at the King’s durbar and upon hearing those, everyone at the durbar would become either hard or wet.

The princess loved all the attention she got. While the royal family thought no one would marry her, every man lined up to marry her and have her for life. She would often roam the streets nude to honour the people who worshipped her beauty. She had three kids after the ceremony, two boys and one girl.

She handed her kids over to the Rajpuri family, married the commander in chief of the Rajpuri army and became a member of his family. Every princess of the Rajpuri family participated in the ceremony ever since. She would surrender herself to the town before marriage, bear their children, hand them over to the Rajpuri royal family and then leave to her mother in law’s house.

For the pleasure of the town, great attention was given to the princess’ body as she grew up. Special oils were rubbed to help her get the curves. They were bathed in milk, turmeric and rose for the smooth skin. Special herbal juices were given to grow the perfect breasts and ass. As I was lost in thought, the servant had filled my bath and I went in, to get myself ready for the grand ceremony.

The sun was about to set. People of Rajpuri had gathered in the ceremony hall, waiting for me. In my room, my mother was adjusting my clothes and giving me some final words of advice for the ceremony. I wore a blue lehenga, the tradition of this ceremony. The cut on the blouse was deep, running into my cleavage, revealing some.

A golden hip chain that had been passed from princess to princess starting from Sonali adorned my slender waist, resting a little below my belly button. “They will eat you, lick you, suck you, fuck you, cum on you, make you suck them, tear your holes apart, be strong.” My mother told me. I would definitely be strong. How much the people worship me depended on how well I did today.

I was given juices to increase my stamina, right from childhood. Juices to withstand the sexual force of an entire town. I was told that excluding women, around 200 men would have gathered to fuck me and the count was increasing. People above 18 and below 60 were allowed to fuck me. My heartbeat rose and nervously, I walked to the ceremony hall. The moment I entered, I was welcomed with cheers and praise. The crowd made me even more nervous.

There were many women too. As it is impossible for everyone to fuck me at once, the ceremony would take place like a grand orgy. Anyone who wanted to participate could come. There were no rules in the hall. Anyone could fuck anyone. The neighbour, the neighbour’s wife, her brother, his sister, anyone. As people wait to have their way with my body they could satisfy their urges with the women who were gathered for the ceremony. A royal bed was placed on a dais.

As I approached the bed and stood in front of it, someone announced, “All hail Princess Rupvati.” Loud cheers followed. “She will now be undressed”, the announcer finished. All eyes were on me in anticipation, I could see the hunger and fire. My servant was approaching to undress me and even before she came, some people in the crowd dropped their Dhotis and pants. I could see their hard dicks and the desire in their eyes. All this made me wet. Every second of the undressing passed like a dream. People were cheering and praising throughout.

When I finally stood naked, all the men were either half or fully nude. ‘Most beautiful princess yet, those breasts, those hips, the curves, the eyes, the legs…’ everyone were talking about me. All the men had hard cocks and merely by looking at them all and thinking what would happen, I was uncontrollably wet. “And now, let the grand orgy begin”, he announced again as I sat on the bed.

Being my father’s favourite, the Minister of Rajpuri proceeded first. He placed a finger on my forehead and slowly ran it down my nose, lips, chin, between my breasts, down my navel, my bellybutton and finally my pussy. I was trembling at the touch of his cold hand. He felt the wetness of my pussy and smiled. I could no longer take it. I hugged him tight and began kissing his lips.

He threw me on the bed and stuffed his face into my pussy and began licking it. I let out a deep moan as others in the crowd had reached the dais. Within seconds, I felt a hand squeezing my breasts and a lip on my lips. The first few lines of the crowd were nobles and rich men of the town followed by the commoners. People were forming lines outside the dais, waiting for those at the dais to come down.

I pulled the person kissing me and began biting him and moaning into his mouth as the minister’s tongue was wrecking havoc with my pussy. Suddenly someone lifted me up and made me lie on my fours. Three cocks were right in front of my face, asking me to suck them. Even before I began sucking, a cock entered my pussy and I shivered. My virginity was now gone. He rammed his cock into my pussy as I was alternating between sucking three cocks.

Someone crawled under me and started licking my pussy. My moans were uncontrollable now. The room was filled with my shrieks of pleasure. Men were desperately getting under me. I felt one mouth on each nipple, one mouth on my navel. It was a plethora of bodies on the bed.

The men were perfectly coordinating with each other on their positions to get the best out of me. “Take this”, the minister shouted and shot his load of cum on my ass. The moment he came out, another cock slid into my pussy. He was holding my hair back and fucking me and simultaneously, another man got above and pushed his cock through my ass.

I yelled in pain but two strokes of his cock into my ass were enough for it to be pleasurable. People were meanwhile taking turns to suck my nipples. By this time, the commoners had reached the bed and began fucking me with conviction. They squeezed my breasts so hard that I thought they would tear off. People shot their loads inside me and went as other men came on. I had already had eleven orgasms by this time. That was when I realized counting was futile.

I decided to just soak in the pleasure as now I was turned and made to lay on my back. People now began to enter me in the missionary position, multiple hands on my breasts, multiple mouths kissing my body. I was sucking cocks alternately and kissing the people as they had their fair share of my lips. I turned to see the grand orgy in full flow. Men and women were indulged in all sorts of pleasure.

My father was fucking my mother’s sister while my mother was fucking the minister who had me first. Young women of the town gathered around my brother to get his royal cock inside them while the other women just lay as men came to fuck them. “Get up bitch”, one of the men shouted to me. Oh yes, they were fully into me now.

I got up as he laid down and I sat down on his cock riding him. My nipples were already sore and this position allowed more hands on my breasts. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as the pleasure was inexplicable. My moans were inaudible now as everyone was moaning.

After he shot his load, the guards of the palace took me from both sides. “We have entered your palace, Princess”, they said, pounding both my holes. Orgasms were getting faster now. Gaps between orgasms were almost none as I came continuously. People lined up to drink my cum and a farmer began tit fucking me.

He pushed his cock between my breasts and both my breasts were being sucked by his two daughters. “We long for such ample, wholesome breasts, your highness!” they told me. Two more women at the bed meant the men now turned their attentions to them. Within no time their bodies were groped by men and cocks were into them. My brother approached the bed now and kissed one of those girls. He shared the girls with the others as the farmer left his cum on my chin and told me, “now to your mother.”

I watched as he went and stuck his cock between my mother’s breasts while a priest was riding her hole. From this position, I switched to a 69 as someone lifted me and made me give him a full exclusive blowjob.

All the while, I felt nearly five mouths on my pussy and ass. The grand ceremony hall resounded of moans of men and women. My stepsister, the daughter of the earlier princess came to rub her pussy over mine. She was 19, a year younger than me. The feel of another pussy was divine as our wetness combined and men licked and lapped it up with their tongues. I turned my head and at a distance, I saw 5 artists sitting and painting or drawing whatever was going on on the bed. I felt sorry for them. Their dicks were throbbing but they were painting just to impress me. I told everyone to clear the bed and called the artists.

One particular artist there, Shyam, caught my attention. He was my classmate at school. When all other kids were scared to approach me owing to my royal lineage, Shyam openly confessed his liking for me, made friends with me and entertained me everyday. The others knew they would get to fuck me one day but Shyam wanted more than that. I told 5 other artists to wait and called Shyam in first. The moment he came in, I tightly hugged him and passionately kissed his lips. His hard cock was rubbing my pussy lips as we kissed, our eyes locked in each other’s, a look of love in them. He gently cupped my breasts in his hands and pressed them and slowly pushed his cock into my pussy.

I resisted and pushed him away. I pulled him close again and this time whispered in his ear, “I want to marry you. Wait till I bear the children of Rajpuri and you can have me all you want.” His face bore a look of delight. I did not want to share his offspring with the royal family. I wanted to marry him and raise my kids with him as his wife. Our kisses grew more passionate and I whispered to him again, “Go paint your wife fucking the town. Fill Rajpuri with the Princess’ nude art. Look at them and masturbate to those pictures until I marry you.” Saying so, I let go of him and he returned to his seat, his hard cock throbbing, a smile on his face as his hand began to paint.

When the other artists came in, I told them to freeze the picture of them fucking me in their minds and then reproduce it on their canvas. All five artists did something surprising. They turned me around and all five of them kissed, licked and nibbled at the back of my neck simultaneously. I shuddered in pleasure and goosebumps filled my body. I came right there with them on my necks. Boy, these artists knew to please a woman. They then pushed me on the bed and took their spots. One each in my holes, two at my breasts, and one in my mouth. In the midst of a flurry of men, my mom, dad and brother approached the bed.

My mom laid down on the bed alongside two other women. A farmer then proceeded to pound his cock into my mom’s pussy. The two other women were the farmer’s wife and daughter.

The farmer’s son took my pussy, my father took his wife and my brother took his daughter. The very thought of my entire family fucking on the same bed got me squirting on the boy’s body. My nails were tearing the pillow covers apart and I was jerking and thrusting my body to the boy’s cock hearing my mother moan and my father making the farmer’s wife moan beside her. More and more men and women followed and my stamina were slipping out. My eyesight was hazy now, my body shivering uncontrollably, orgasming even at the slightest touch.

Within some time, I felt the consciousness slipping out of me, my body became impassive and I had passed out on the bed there.

I opened my eyes and saw my room. I got out of the bed, my stomach was paining, my body felt pinched everywhere, my nipples were sore. I remembered the orgy night yesterday and smiled to myself. The hip chain was soaked in cum and my body reeked of a smell of cum and saliva. One hell of a night it was. I walked out of the room nude into the palace, with all the guards’ eyes glued to me.

Now that Rajpuri had seen me nude, there was no use in wearing any clothes. Even after yesterday’s action, the guards couldn’t take their eyes off my body. I walked to the durbar and everyone rose, singing praises of my beauty and my body. I felt proud as I carried my body through the Durbar.

I sat in my seat next to my father. The minister proudly declared to the durbar that a new museum would be built in the town to honour my orgy night. The people of Rajpuri loved the orgy, I was told and my 10 foot nude statue was to be erected at the entrance of the town. I was elated. At the durbar, I announced my intention to marry Shyam much to the disappointment of many young men of Rajpuri.

Today, I sit in my room as I prepare myself for the next princess’ orgy night. I am 41 and my daughter is 18. She wants to fuck my brother, the King of Rajpuri at the orgy. It has been twenty years since I married Shyam and his cock is erect and hard at the sight of my nude body. He says our daughter has inherited my beauty. That was something the whole town was talking about, as more men wanted to fuck my daughter than the current princess of Rajpuri.

This time, I want to be among the masses. There was no nobles-first line. I would position myself in between the commoners and give everyone a chance to fuck me as my daughter watches with many other cocks in her body. The stories of boys masturbating at the Rupvati museum are common things in Rajpuri.

After twenty one years, I am prepared to surrender my body once again to the very people of Rajpuri who love me. And Shyam? He is ready with his paint brush. Who is he going to paint? The princess? Me? Or our daughter?

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