Many people have written to me, in the past, their comments about my stories. A common thread is that my stories are the best erotica that they ever read. I am grateful to all who have sent me these lovely comments. I must clarify that eroticism is not entirely about cocks, cunts and the like. On the other hand it is all about imagination. Eroticism is, therefore, a mental response rather than the reaction of what you have between your legs. That response (of what you have between your legs) is the effect and not the cause!
Much before the West "discovered" (if that is the right word) erotica, India and Indians were practicing it. Kama Sutra and even temples devoted to eroticism still exist. The tribals or nomads still practice it, untouched by the dictates of the civilization.
In the following story I give you a glimpse of some of the ways of the tribals or the nomads. They still make love unashamedly. I promise to take you to new heights of eroticism. However, two words of caution would not be out of place: firstly, the story is not meant for the under aged; and secondly, those who want to seek quick release through `wham bam thank you m'am' may also need to read no further. For the remaining, let me take you beyond the rainbow.
All characters and places in the story are products of my imagination. There is a great deal of metaphor and double entendre. These too are part of ancient art of eroticism. Let us begin our journey. When we reach there, please don't forget to send your comments to dsouza_dexter@yahoo.co.uk
BEYOND THE RAINBOW
As I rode my pony on the high plateau the one thing that I was conscious of was the fierce and chilly winds. Hence, I had covered my entire face with the end of my black turban, except for my eyes. The plateau was bare like a desert; the altitude and the ferocity of winds had ensured that. Not a blade of grass was to be seen anywhere. Northwards, at a distance was the hill called `The Rainbow Hill'. During the monsoons, many a times when the winds stopped, the hill was covered with an enchanting rainbow and hence the name.
As the sun was setting behind me the thing that worried me most was the need to spend the night somewhere; not so much for me but for my faithful pony Rani (the Queen). In the last few years I had fearlessly ridden her everywhere. But you can't ride a hungry and tired pony, can you?
There was nary a house or hut anywhere to be seen on the plateau. I was not afraid but I was certainly anxious. And then suddenly, at far distance, I saw a movement atop a huge black rock. I directed Rani towards it and covered the distance in about half an hour. At far distance it appeared just a maroon bunting flapping in the air but as I moved closer I found that it was a human being in maroon. Soon I could make out the long black tresses and a female form in deep red shirt and long skirt. In the redness of the evening twilight it appeared as if she was afire. Whereas the rock appeared insurmountable from the southern side, as I skirted it I found that from the north eastern side one could easily jump atop it. I stopped Rani near the access spot to the rock and jumped up to where this girl was standing. The fierce breeze was making her tresses and skirt fly and she had tough time in keeping her skirt in a position so that her black panties won't be exposed.
"I am Vishal. My pony Rani and I need to spend the night somewhere. Are there any houses around here?" I asked her.
"I am Kanchan", she said shyly, "We are tribal people. My mother is the tribal chief. We have our house close by. Let's see if we can make arrangements for your night stay."
I looked around but did not see any houses anywhere close by. Anyway I held Rani's rein and followed Kanchan. A bridle path led to the eastern side of the hill and as we went down some caves were visible. It was easy to spot Kanchan's mother's cave. It was not only in the centre but much bigger than the others. The carvings at the entrance were also exquisite.
Kanchan's mother turned out to be an imposing lady, very beautiful but very muscular and capable. She met us at the entrance to the cave with a worried look. Her first words were, "Thank God you are here Kanchan, I was worried. The sun is about to set. And who are you young man?"
"I am an explorer, ma'm. My name is Vishal. I need somewhere to spend the night for me and my pony Rani", I bowed and told her.
She whistled and a servant appeared and she directed him to take Rani away, feed her and keep her for the night. Then she invited me inside.
I looked around before I entered and it became clear to me why they had chosen the eastern side of the hill rather than the hill top. This was the leeward side and hence protected from strong winds. A large wooden door with iron studs led to a courtyard, at the back end of which were small rooms. A wooden ladder led to the mezzanine floor and one could make out the outline of another bedroom. The courtyard was a sitting cum dining cum play room. We met a middle aged man who was frail and lame. Kanchan's mother introduced him as her husband Bahadur. He, she told me, used to be the tribal chief but fierce rivalry and consequent battle against another tribe made him lose the control of his right leg. Since then, Kanchan's mother Savitri Devi had taken over as tribal chief. She had led her group ably and had quickly avenged her husband's loss by decimating the rival tribe. She was, Bahadur told me with pride, not only brave but very cunning and indeed in those parts she was fondly and fearfully (depending upon which side you were) referred to as `The Fox'.
Kanchan poured some warm water from a jug to let me wash my hands and face and then they offered me the local brew, made from rice, and called Chawli. I had just taken my first sip of Chawli and admired its taste and strength when a young boy came running in. He too was dressed in native clothes and said breathlessly, "Madam, I couldn't find Kanchan anywhere." But then Kanchan came from the kitchen side and he heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Ah, there you are my sister. I looked for you at all the usual places."
And then he suddenly noticed me. His eyes were luminous and he had innocence written all over his lovely face. He opened his mouth in awe but Savitri told him, "This is Vishal. He is an explorer. He would spend the night with us."
Later, everyone sat around the table for dinner and we were given some more Chawli to drink. I could make out that the entire family including Bahadur held Savitri in high esteem and they all called her madam and so I did the same. The young boy's name turned out to be Kunal.
After dinner they guided me to the mezzanine floor. I climbed up and I saw a crude wooden bed, a few large earthenware jars and few small jars and a large leather bean bag. I took out my turban and dropped myself on the bed in my black salwar and kurta (a dress which all people of my tribe traditionally wore).
The steps leading up to the mezzanine floor creaked with the footsteps of someone climbing. This would be someone bringing my hot goat's milk, which is customarily offered to the weary travelers for regaining strength and vigour. I secretly prayed that it would be Kanchan bringing me the milk. She looked very sweet and vulnerable and I wanted to have a last look at her pretty face before going to sleep. Nay, it turned out to be the tribal chief herself, Savitri Devi. She was holding a large bronze tumbler with both her hands and she offered it to me. "I have added the sugar", she told me whilst handing over the glass to me. I took the glass from her and thanked her.
She looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Is there anything else I can do for you?" The meaning was more than clear to me. Many tribes in that region had the custom of doing anything, including sexual favours, to make their male guests comfortable. Indeed, no female in the family, married or single, could ever think of turning down the sexual needs of a male guest. They believed that they would have the curse of the gods on them if they made a guest unhappy. Guests were regarded as the visitations of gods!
There was neither shame nor apology in the invitation of Savitri. She was offering herself to me even though she was the tribal chief. Firstly, I knew that turning down such an invitation would be very dangerous since a Chief's invitation wasn't to be trifled with but to be regarded as a command. Secondly, as I brought out earlier she was very beautiful, athletic and muscular and making love to her would be an experience. Thirdly, I knew her husband, Kanchan and Kunal would know, for sure that she would be offering her to me and her coming down without the act would be seen as a rejection by all of them and they wouldn't have liked their wife and mother, whom they held in supreme respect, to be spurned in this manner by a stranger.
However, I still wondered why she offered her to me when I was there only for a night. As a tribal chief she could have easily asked Kanchan to do the needful. But then Savitri told me, in a matter of fact tone rather than as an excuse or in self pity, "Bahadur was very virile and brave. When they maimed him deceptively they not only incapacitated him in his legs but took his virility away. I haven't made love to anyone since then."
I pulled her towards me and kissed her on her lips. Here was a woman I admired. She could control the entire tribe but knew that she had to seek release for her own desires rather than indulge in self abnegation. I put my hands to cup her bountiful breasts. Everything about her was firm and so were her tits. She released a hidden catch somewhere and her entire dress fell down and she was naked as eve in front of me.
The first thing that occurred to me was how well chiseled her body was. A dimmed oil lantern provided the light and Savitri looked like a goddess. The second thing that I noticed was that she quickly transformed herself from being a Chief to a sensuous woman. She was, unlike many other women that I had bedded, in complete control and yet, when she reached her hand out tentatively to grope for my cock, she did it with tremendous feminine grace. She untied the girdle knot of my salwar and lowered it to reveal my underwear. When she touched me through the fabric of my underwear she cooed appreciatively and said, "No wonder you are called Visahal (large)."
I took her back again in my arms now fully aroused and showered her lips, face, eyes and even ear lobes with initially dry but later increasingly wet kisses. On another front, whilst it was I who was an explorer in real life, Savitri too was exploring. She put her strong feminine hands through the elastic of my underwear and held my cock, first at its head but later at the base and the balls. "It's been so long", she whispered longingly, "But, you were worth waiting for."
I plunged into her beautiful tits, kissed them and nipped the nipples. I forced both the tits closer with my hands so that I could suck on both her lovely nipples at the same time. Both of them pointed out like arrows.
After sometime the authority of the tribal chief was back in her voice when she said, "Mount me now, Vishal, and make me a woman." And as an afterthought she added, "again."
I got to my knees between her muscular legs and rubbed the tip of my cock on her thatch. She parted her legs more, inviting me in. Her petals opened up under the pressure of my cock as if happy at the intrusion. Dear readers, if you thought that a strong and capable tribal chief is incapable of moaning then you were not there that night with Savitri! She moaned in a slow sensual way, making my conquest of her as our conquest. I didn't have to make any effort to push more of my cock in her but she sucked it in inch by inch. When it was all the way in, once again she cooed, "It's been so long, Vishal, it feels heavenly."
I rested on top of her, with my lips between her moist tits and savoured the feel of my cock inside a tribal chief. "Fuck me now", she said and once again added almost as an afterthought, "please."
"Yes madam", I told her more teasingly than with the universal respect shown to her, "Your word is my command."
I started in a slow tentative manner. She met my every stroke by arching her back. On the inward stroke she often squeezed my cock in with her labia as if she wanted more and more of me inside. In this way, even though she was at the bottom and in submissive position, she controlled the pace of our love making. I allowed her to do so for sometime but realised that soon I would have to take over. I started ramming into her hard and long and deep and she liked the slapping of my balls against her buttocks. Meanwhile her nails on my bare back were digging into my flesh and I suspected that in her frenzy she had drawn blood!
I closed my eyes and imagined riding Rani, my pony, galloping over the bare hill top! "Come inside me, Vishal", said Savitri with urgency and I knew I couldn't have held any longer even if my life depended on it. I plunged into her deep and came. She screamed with joy, half to me and half to her husband and kids down below, to indicate her triumph.
Later, I imagined her in her husband's arms, proudly telling him of having kept up the tribal tradition of treating a guest as a god. She clearly loved him beyond imagination and I was sure he would be appreciative of her in the same manner as he appreciated her having avenged the wrongs done to him by the ther tribe.
Next morning after a hearty breakfast I bade them good bye. Bahadur called me aside and said in the traditional tribal way, "Thank you for gracing us with your visit. I hope we did not lack in hospitality and if we did I hope Savitri made up for it in the night."
I assured him that they had done very well indeed and that gods would be very pleased with them. And then I added as a final compliment, "Savitri was very good indeed. You should be proud of a wife like that."
They wished me the best of gods' blessings. I mounted Rani and rode off with a heavy heart. Rainbow Hill was almost insurmountable. Just short of the peak there was a pass over a cleft, the only pass on the hill. One had to jump over this cleft, with one's horse or alone and then climb down the opposite ridge into a valley, which was held in folklore as a golden valley.
It was a difficult climb for Rani and me. Many times loose rocks slipped from under Rani's hooves. For quite some distance we saw Bahadur and family waving behind us but gradually they became merely a speck. It took me greater part of six hours to climb the hill and come to the pass. The required jump over the cleft was close to eight meters. The trick was to bring Rani to a quick gallop and then at the appropriate moment to take the leap. I tried several times but I think it was too much for Rani. She came very close to the end of the ridge but despite all my spurring she wouldn't budge. With every abortive effort it was becoming more and more difficult. The winds were becoming chillier and fiercer and I had to take a quick decision to climb down the hill so that I could accomplish it in daytime. In the dark, it would be as good as losing my and Rani's lives. With a heavy heart I abandoned the idea for the time being and gingerly climbed down the hill.
It was dark when I reached down. They were waiting for me near the rock where I had first spotted Kanchan. I told them of my failed attempts. They said they already knew that the pass was insurmountable but they didn't want to discourage me. Savitri said, "Spend another night with us and you can restart tomorrow with renewed energy. Kunal would mix a potion in your milk in the night and similar potion would be given to Rani. That would give both of you the additional strength that you require"
Once again we went through the Chawli and dinner routine and then I climbed up the wooden steps to the mezzanine. After sometime, light steps were heard on the ladder and once again I prayed that it would be Kanchan. But, once again my hopes were belied. This time more so because it was merely Kunal who had come to hand over the goat's milk to me. "I've mixed the potion in the milk", he said, "It would make you very strong."
I thanked him and took the tumbler, drank the milk and expected him to leave; but, he just stood there staring at me with those boyish, innocent and shining eyes. Said he, "I think you'd be very tired. Let me massage your body."
I looked at him knowing pretty well what the massage might lead to and hence I declined. But, he insisted that the potion would not have any effect if my limbs were tired. I allowed him and he moved his hands over my salwar and shirt and pressed them down into my flesh. For sometime the massage went on without much incident. His hands were still tender but he knew the essential technique of massaging. Suddenly, he looked me straight in the eyes with those luminous eyes of his and said, "It would be better if you took off your salwar and kurta (shirt)."
It was an innocent request but his looks betrayed his intentions! I vehemently turned down his suggestion. As compared to the first night with his mother, now I was on sure footing. No one would be offended, not even the gods, if I turned down his sexual advance. After all he was just a boy.
It was as if he read my mind and said, "I know your rejecting me won't be seen as a family shame. However, please give me one chance. This is my first time. If you don't like it, throw me out.....p-l-e-a-s-e."
There was a look of such innocent earnestness on his pretty face that it would have been cruel to reject him. Dear reader, I know what you are thinking: `Vishal is a lecherous man. Anyone is game for him irrespective of age or sex'. Please, dear reader, I wasn't like that at all, I swear. It is just that our tribal customs are very different from those of you civilized folks. We don't like to cause offence unnecessarily. It was not as if I gave in to young Kunal's lewd request. I quickly weighed in my mind that rejection would cause a scar on his young mind and in later life, he would unnecessarily become suspicious of strangers.
If you think, dear reader, that I was wrong in this perception you should have seen the child like glee on his face when I acceded. I took off my salwar and shirt and lay in the bed in my underwear.
He tenderly took my feet in his warm hands and started massaging them. The feel of his hands sent tingling sensation in my feet and my cock started perking up. Suddenly he bent down to kiss my toes. No one had ever kissed me there and I drew back my feet as a reflex action. But his eyes were now riveted to the bulge in my underwear and he said, "Actually, my kissing caused the expected reaction in your cock. So don't pretend and let me finish the job that I started."
For a boy of his age, he was very smart indeed. Also, I thought giving commands probably ran in the family! I put back my feet and this time he didn't just kiss my toes but took them in his mouth one at a time and sucked them like small cocks. I closed my eyes not able to bear the sensation with open eyes. I whispered to him, "You better be careful. With this treatment you would make me cum even without touching me there."
He was quick on the repartee, "Don't worry, Sir, I am carefully watching you. I shall not let you cum in a hurry."!
His lips started moving from my toes to my feet, ankles and calves and then he came on to my thighs. By this time my cock was straining to escape from the captivity of my underwear. He simply ignored it and kissed and licked my thighs. I begged him repeatedly to zero on to my cock but he won't budge. Finally, I told him, "Kunal, please I beg of you to now take it out and do things to it."
He looked at me with amused innocence, "Are you suggesting, Sir, that I, a small boy should take your cock out and make love to it? Only a little while back you nearly turned me down."
I could have killed the brat with my bare hands! He was torturing me. Thankfully, he knew I had gone beyond the scope of innocent teasing and gave a kiss on my bulge. My cock perked up little more under the fabric. He, for the last time turned towards me mischievously but I think, one look in my eyes convinced him that any more teasing would invite unheard of violence from me. He put his tender, warm and sweaty boy's hands through the elastic and lovingly cupped my cock with both his hands. It wasn't a second sooner. I would have probably died if he hadn't taken me out. Who says sex doesn't kill!
He kissed the tip of my cock and wiped away with his lips the pre cum that had formed there. He then lowered his lips to my shaft and I held his head in joyous helplessness. He bathed my entire length with his spittle and even tongued my balls and pubic hair. He must have been a good judge of my response because when he brought me to the verge of release he suddenly stopped his activity and let it subside.
Again, he started from a scratch and again he kissed, tongued and sucked. Just prior to my explosion he stopped again. I reckoned that he was gauging my response from how tightly I held his head when he was sucking me. Hence, during the last effort, I released his hand and clutched at the bed sheet in my torturous ecstasy. Somehow, once again he found out when I was about to cum and released my cock. He had now brought me to the limit of my desperation and hence, very coolly he said, "I think you are now ready to fuck me."
Under normal circumstances I would have entertained persistent doubts about deflowering a boy of his age but I had reached, as in overseas flights, the point of no return! I just helplessly and passively looked as he took out his clothes and pressed his warm naked body on to mine. I took him in my arms and kissed him hungrily and greedily. I kissed his neck and nipples and inserted a finger in his hole. It is at this juncture that I realised the difficulty that presented itself to me. His was a tight and virgin hole and how was I going to enter without lubrication? He came to my rescue and produced a bowl of butter from the jars kept in the room. He took some butter in his hands and applied to the length of my shaft. Now it was my turn. I applied to my right index finger and then groped for and found his asshole and inserted my finger inside the hole. The buttered finger initially encountered resistance but gradually opened up his tunnel. He had started moaning like his mother did the previous night.
I took some more of butter and tried to insert two buttered fingers together in his butt. After sometime I succeeded again.
I bent down to kiss his ass cheeks in preparation for the final assault. I then turned him on his tummy and put a pillow under it to raise his buttocks. I asked him to part his cheeks and in the dim light of the lantern I had my first look at the buttered asshole of a young boy. I got into position between his legs and directed my buttery cock to his hole. I could feel his spine tensing up and I urged him to relax. In the meantime I kissed his bare back and neck and then I pushed the head of my cock inside his hole.
Even after so many years, I can still hear his piercing scream. I tried to imagine the reaction of his mother, father and sister. How they must have prayed that young Kunal would have the strength to withstand the assault of their guest!
In reflex action I took the cock out but Kunal urged me to try again. This time when the head entered his scream wasn't that loud and I just held my cock inside. He asked me to put some more of my cock in and I did just that. His sphincter had now relaxed enough to allow me free access. However, I was in no hurry. I told him what a brave boy he was and gave series of wet kisses all over his back and neck and shoulders. I held his tender hands and found them wet with his sweat. It is only after sufficiently reassuring him that I pushed my remaining length in him.
"Yipee". He cried with elation, "I have your entire length in me, Sir. I can feel your balls on my arse."
I knew he said it loud enough so that his parents and sister could hear him and be reassured that he had taken it like a man!
I started fucking him slowly and tenderly. It was like paradise. Gradually I increased the pace of my fucking and both of us were huffing and puffing with the effort. It became a feverish pitch and both of us knew that the end would be anytime. "Ah, Sir", Kunal screamed with joy, "I can feel your cock bulging. Oh here we come. Oh, oh, it is wonderful. Fill me with your honey."
I don't think I had cum like this ever in my life. I collapsed on top of him and felt my cum ooze out from his hole, on to his cheeks and our thighs.
We lay like that for quite sometime and then I slowly took out my satisfied cock from his still hot hole. He turned around and licked the remaining cum from my cock. He donned his clothes and left my room after giving me a grateful kiss. His luminous eyes had more triumph in them than I had seen in his mother's.
"Don't worry", he reassured me before he descended the steps, "Tomorrow you and Rani would be able to jump over the cleft."
I slept like a log but was woken up early so that I could resume my climb of the Rainbow Hill after breakfast. For the second time we went through bidding good byes. This time Bahadur hugged me and said, "We wish you would succeed in this attempt to cross the hill. Thank you for being our guest again. And......" his voice was trailing off but he completed, "Thank you for making Kunal a man."!
My heart was very heavy indeed when I departed from them and started my climb. The winds were even more fierce than the previous day's and we took even more time reaching the top. All along I uttered words of endearment to Rani so that she would be prepared for her task. Indeed she appeared very well prepared when she broke into full trot as we neared the pass. However, it appeared that gods were not favouring us. Just at the time when we were to take the mighty leap across the cleft her forward hoof slipped over a rock and she buckled under the pain. I was not so filled with annoyance with my luck as with concern for her. I made her lie down and inspected the hoof. One side of the metal shoe had become bent and it was uncomfortable for her. Even though I straightened it out with a heavy stone, I knew she had finished for the day and would be very apprehensive of any further attempts at crossing the pass. Indeed, I did not ride her on the way down.
Once again it was dark when we reached down and once again we met the whole Bahadur family waiting for us. I explained to them about Rani's hoof and Savitri immediately gave orders to her servants to attend to her.
Failure was looming large for me for the first time in my life as an explorer. But I had decided to make just one last try the next day before giving up.
Dinner was eaten in silence and I was quite melancholic when I climbed up to the mezzanine. I also knew that the limit of Bahadur family's patience and hospitality would have been reached and they were likely to leave me alone for the night.
I was mistaken! Once again I heard steps on the ladder and the tinkling of silver anklets. It required no guessing to know that it would be Kanchan finally with the goat's milk. She possessed none of the forwardness of her mother or the boyish resolve of her brother when she extended her hands to offer the glass to me. In fact she was shy like a dove and she didn't look up to meet my eyes.
I took the tumbler from her and briefly my hand touched her hands. She suddenly looked up momentarily but immediately resumed her examination of her bare feet. She started to withdraw but suddenly turned around and asked, "I did not add sugar or anything in the milk. However, if you like sweetened milk, I recommend honey."
I wanted to tell her that she had already sweetened the milk by holding it in her tender hands! She inspected several small jars kept at the side of the room and brought one and offered me to taste the honey before deciding whether I wanted it in my milk. Suddenly she realized that there was no spoon and she was embarrassed. Her large innocent eyes looked at me helplessly and I motioned to her to do the obvious. She dipped her finger in the honey jar and offered the finger to me to lick. Dear readers, being an explorer I had tasted many kinds of honey in my life. But believe me when I tell you that there had never been anything as sweet and enticing. I do not know what nectar of gods would taste like but surely it would not be better than Kanchan's honeyed finger.
A shiver went through the whole body of Kanchan when I licked her finger. She put one naked foot over the other and rubbed it shyly to get over the tingling. In all this the pot of honey was perched precariously in her other hand. It lurched and fell on the floor and broke. Honey spilled over her and my hands and our feet. She started to run away but I held her wrist and told her, "Let me clean you up before you go. Honey can be very sticky you know."
Resignedly she just stood there. I lifted her and made her lie on the bed with her feet dangling down. I licked the honey from her feet and all the while she cooed helplessly. Then she offered to clean my hands and feet and I was taken to the seventh heavens with the fluttering touch of her warm lips and tongue. My cock stood out in rapt attention through my salwar. I undid the girdle and took her honeyed hand in mine and guided it to my cock. I could make out that she had never held a cock in her hand and was shy to grip it; more so when her hands were sticky with honey. Anyway finally curiosity got the better of her and she gripped it. So electric was her touch that I closed my eyes in absolute bliss. She cooed, "Madam (her mother) said your name is Vishal (large) because of the bigness of this thing between your legs."
I laughed at her innocence and gullibility. I took her in my arms and kissed her on her succulent lips and even forced my tongue into her mouth. We went on and on. During a pause in our kissing she said, "Madam said there are other areas to be kissed, other than the lips. Tell me about those."
I became her trainer. But before that I asked her to take off her clothes. This she did dutifully. When she had finished undressing I marveled at the suppleness of her body, her small but firm breasts, her slender neck, her flat tummy, her shapely legs and the black thatch of her triangle.
I made her lie on the bed and began my lesson about other areas to be kissed. "See, here I kiss your pretty eyes, do you like it?"
"Hmm", she cooed.
"Now see, I kiss your chin and neck and then your lovely tits."
This time I didn't have to ask her if she liked it because she whispered, "It is wonderful. Your lips have made my nipples hard."
I continued my kissing journey and came to her belly. When I kissed her navel and put my tongue inside she started giggling uncontrollably. I kissed all the way down to her feet carefully avoiding her nether region. Later I returned to that and kissed her thatch. Her breathing had already become hard. When I put my tongue to the lips of her cunt she held my head with uncontrollable roughness. I put my tongue right inside and she broke in the ecstasy of a powerful orgasm.
She lifted my head from her clitoris and said, "Now it is my turn. Tell me where do I begin?"
I had an answer ready for that. "Kanchan, your honeyed hands have made my cock - yes that is what the big thing between my legs is called - sticky. Please clean it up with your lips and tongue."
She wasn't an expert sucker but she learnt very quickly. Suddenly, the pot of honey broke again, this time within my groin. My cock spewed out volumes of white sticky honey. She turned her face to me and said, "What do I do with it?"
"Suck it Kanchan. This is the nectar of gods", I told her.
I should not have used the words `gods', because she took it seriously and licked every drop of it lest gods should be angry. I brought her up to my face and kissed her lips, which were wet with my cum.
As her young naked body lay in my arms I told her, "And now I shall make love to you."
She was thrilled and said, "No one has ever made love to me earlier. But tell me doesn't it involve your cock going in my wee wee?"
"Yes it does, Kanchan my love, but your thing is not called a wee wee. It is called a cunt."
"Okay", she said, "But how will your cock enter my cunt when it has gone so limp?"
I told her to play with it with her hands, mouth and tongue and watch it returning to its earlier hardness. She was a good student. She played her role perfectly and when my cock actually started growing she said in awe and wonder, "Vishal look, it is growing and hardening."
I had watched my cock grow big and hard hundreds of times but I too was taken in by her childlike wonderment. In her hand and mouth I saw my cock growing as if Kanchan were performing a miracle! Indeed, I told her, "Kanchan you have magical powers. See, how quickly you revived it."
I could make out that she was very pleased with this remark and herself. "Let us see", she said with finality, "If now you can put it inside my cunt."
I made her lie on her back and positioned myself between her legs. I knew this was her first time and she needed extra careful treatment. I kissed her all over again, with particular attention to her clit, leaving a fair amount of my spittle there. I then lifted her legs and put them on my shoulders. I rubbed the tip of my cock on her clit so that when I would sense that her cunt lips were relaxed, I would put the head inside.
She was so innocent that she did not tense up at all making it easier for my head to go inside. The hymen took a little effort to break but it was well worth it after I had finished. She had an orgasm earlier and her wetness helped my cock to enter her valley easily.
"It feels so good to have you inside me, Vishal", she said appreciatively.
"It is the best feeling my cock ever had", I too told her truthfully.
"Now is that fucking?" she asked innocently.
"Not quite, my love", I told her, "Fucking is when I move my cock on and out of your cunt several times and we cum."
"What is cum?" she asked me.
"It is that honey, which my cock released earlier, the nectar of gods. You too released it through your cunt even though you may not be aware", I told her.
"Then don't delay", she told me with urgency, "Lets start fucking. Gods can't be kept waiting"!
That was all the invitation that I needed. I started slowly and tenderly and soon built myself into a speedy tempo. She was enjoying every moment of it. We built up speed to a crescendo and suddenly, the pot of honey broke for the third time that evening! The rain gods too were happy and I could hear the pitter patter of rain outside and a fair deal of lightening and thunder.
There was no resting with Kanchan. She had an endless childlike energy. Throughout the night I lost count of the number of honey pots that we broke! The rain also continued throughout the night. We did not sleep for a moment. In the morning when Savitri came to wake us up, we were in our umpteenth slow and languorous fuck. In fact Savitri just stood there in awe and watched as both Kanchan and I fucked each other into a glorious early morning climax.
The rain had stopped. After breakfast I told Bahadur and Savitri, "I am going to make one last attempt to cross the pass over the Rainbow Hill. But, I want Kanchan to come with me, for, if I succeed, I want her to accompany me to the golden valley."
They had tears in their eyes when both of them said almost in unison, "We thought you'd never ask! Our daughter is so lucky to find someone like you. Take her and make her your Rani (Queen)."
I mounted Rani, my pony and then hoisted Kanchan up on the saddle in front of me. Because of the nightly rain, the winds had totally died down and as soon as the sun rose, we saw an enchanting rainbow across the hill. Savitri told me it was a good omen. We bade everyone good bye. In addition to Bahadur, Savitri and Kunal some more tribal people had gathered to say farewell.
I clung on to Kanchan in front as Rani started her slow tortuous climb of the Rainbow Hill. Even though she had to carry the weight of two, Rani was more sure footed than on my earlier two attempts. I made Kanchan hold the reins whilst I held on to her tits. A little distance away I took out her shirt and threw it away as something not required in the golden valley. It was exquisite to hold on to her naked tits in the open. A little more distance and she asked me to remove my shirt as she wanted to feel my naked chest against her back. I threw it away and fondled her tits more.
At his juncture she dropped the reins and turned around in the saddle to face me. Her naked tits in the sunshine were simply superb. Rani was going sure footed even without the reins! I told Kanchan to stand up a little and take out her skirt. She did that effortlessly. I too took out my salwar and underwear.
Now both of us were naked on Rani's back. Rani sensed it immediately and became extremely cautious and more sure footed. I made Kanchan hoist her legs and there was only one place to rest them, that is, my shoulders. Her back rested on Rani's mane and the front end of the saddle. Her hands gripped the sides of the ladder for balance.
I hoisted myself up in the stirrups and pointed my cock at her eternal triangle and thrust into her and immersed into her even as Rani squealed with joy. She would have understood that at this stage only Kanchan was mounting her and I was in fact mounting Kanchan!
I started fucking her. I saw through the corner of my eyes that we were nearing the pass on the Rainbow Hill and that together with the pace of our fucking Rani too had broken into a joyous trot. We kept building up the tempo and so did Rani. The pass was coming closer and closer and so were Kanchan and I - to an earth shattering climax. Harder and deeper I went in her and the ecstasy was too much for me to bear. Long ago Kanchan had closed her eyes in anticipation of the climax and now I closed my own eyes. This was precisely the time Rani came to the edge of the cliff and leaped across in one Herculean effort. Through our closed eyes we felt all three of us airborne and effortlessly sailing across the cleft. Oh, yes, dear readers, the pot of honey broke again and filled us with nectar up to our souls!
After an eternity Rani's hooves touched the ground again. We still did not open our eyes. My cock was still hard inside Kanchan and I fucked her during the descent on the other ridge. Soon we broke into a trot. Our eyes were still closed but we knew that we had entered a valley, as judged from the joyous shrieks of Rani. This time when the pot of honey broke, its golden drops ushered us into the valley, even before our feet could touch its golden sands!