Trekking Around Sri Lanka By Wandering Dave (1wanderingdave@gmail.com) *** The beginning of a sex tour of Sri Lanka. (Mfm, ped, pre-teen, 1st, inc, anal, oral) *** Author Note: This is NOT a travel guide for Sri Lanka. I have never been there. I don't know if the village girls go topless or not. I don't know if there are headmen in the villages. Please don't go to Sri Lanka expecting what I write about below. It is a FANTASY! Considerate emails are appreciated. Slams are not. *** I took a year off from college to tour the east, especially the Indian subcontinent. I fell in love with Sri Lanka and Sri Lankan girls. They were so pretty. And accommodating. Before I left Colombo I chatted with other trekkers about where to go and what to do. One trekker asked me to meet her early the next morning. She had something she wanted to discuss with me in private. "Are you looking for sex when you stop at night?" she asked me. I was a bit shocked to be asked this by a girl. "Of course, if I can find a girl who's willing and friendly," I replied. "Oh, nearly all of them are willing and friendly, but for safety sake, ask the headman of each village and tip him well, especially if you are interested in younger girls or boys. Don't try to do it on your own. Going through the headman will protect you from thieves and police while you are in his village. He knows which families really need the money and would be willing to accommodate you overnight, with some companionship. Don't hurt the girls and treat them right and you will be safe and have fun." She gave me an idea of what would be a reasonable tip for the headman and how much I should offer the family for food, lodging and bed warmer. I thanked her for her suggestions, and pondered what she had said. I had never been with a young girl who was passing through puberty but they had attracted my eye from time to time, and the thought of sex with a young girl becoming aware of her sexuality got my hormones pumping. When I say young, I'm really referring to pubescent girls. Children and babies don't do it for me and the thought of anyone molesting a child or baby turns my stomach. Once you get outside of the major cities like Colombo most of the girls go topless and wear only a colorful silk sarong around their waist. The darker skinned girls made my blood fizz. I took a bus east from Colombo up into the mountains to a village in the foothills. My attention was torn between the beautiful vistas and the beautiful girls we passed along the way. Two hours rocking along the winding roads, swerving past fruit vendors on bicycles or becaks (a bicycle with a load carrier or bench seat for passengers in front of the driver), mamasans with half a dozen toddlers drifting along behind her, and other busses or cars with horns blaring brought us to the village Sirican. The sweet smell of the fruit was overwhelming. I stopped at a refreshment stand and got a plate of sliced pineapple, papaya, mango and rambutan, washed down with spring water. The fruit virtually grows wild there so the cost was about two dollars, American. The weather is so gracious that food like this is available year round. Paradise! I was still fairly close to Colombo so Americans didn't stand out too much, but I did draw a crowd of giggling kids. The girl who served me at the fruit stand was about thirteen and wore a sarong around her waist but was topless, with gorgeously developing breasts and very dark nipples. She was shy, looking down but glancing at me with up-turned eyes and a little smile. I don't speak much Sinhala or Tamil but I was able to get my point across that I wanted to meet with the headman. Everybody in Sri Lanka speaks both Sinhala and Tamil, with a smattering of English thrown in. I cringe to feel so far behind them in linguistic ability. But they learn it from birth. It's much easier that way. I found the headman's house and was invited in. I explained that I was looking for someplace to stay for about a week and I was willing to pay for lodging and food, and... He clearly understood what I meant. His first question was how old a companion was I looking for. Before I could say anything he told me that he would not help me below age eleven or twelve. I nodded and told him I might consider a girl at eleven if she was beginning to develop and was interested in being with me, but twelve or thirteen would probably be better. I told him that I would be gentle, and explained that I found very dark skin most attractive, if he knew any pretty girls like that. I told him that if the girl was nervous that I was willing to pay more so that she could have a friend with us. He nodded and said that was generous of me. I arranged to meet him at the fruit stand in a couple of hours to make the final arrangements. He told me that a twenty dollar processing fee for the village funds would be required, to which I agreed and upped it to thirty dollars to cement foreign relations. I think after that I could have asked for his daughter. I wandered around the village, shaded by the many banyan trees and followed by chattering children. I passed out gum and penny candy as we walked. I learned their names and we chatted in pidgin Sinhala. They laughed at my feeble attempts to talk to them but after an hour or so we were actually beginning to make ourselves understood, at least a little. We sat on a rock wall underneath a banyan tree and talked about their school. Most of these kids were only eight or nine, but unlike American kids they loved their school and proudly showed off their homework. Then it was time for me to meet the headman so I waved goodbye to them and walked back to the fruit stand. The headman was waiting for me with the girl I had seen working at there before, and there was also a man and a boy with them. The headman introduced the man as the girl's father. As I had suspected, the girl was interested in staying with me, and for her friend she had selected her brother who, at fourteen was one year older than her. I was a little surprised at that, but decided why not? I had never had gay thoughts and the idea of kissing a man or boy sends chills up my spine. But when I was his age I had played with a couple of my friends, fondling their dicks, and jacking on them to orgasm. The idea interested me. Through the help of the headman we reached agreement on a remarkably affordable price for the week. I would have my own spacious hut separate from the main house with access to the bath and toilet facilities, three meals a day of whatever the family was preparing for themselves, unless I decided to eat somewhere else, and access to the boy and girl when I desired. I assured the father that I would be gentle with them and he smiled and nodded. He introduced himself to me as Garu and the young people as Piri and Duro, and I told them to call me Dave. I shook hands with the headman, Garu, Piri and Duro in the typical double handshake of the East followed by a touch on the chest, and it was settled. Piri closed her fruit stand and the three of us left to get acquainted. We settled under the same banyan tree I was sitting under before and chatted until it was time for dinner. Their English was surprisingly good, though I had to ask for repetitions until I got used to their accents. They seemed to have little trouble understanding me at all, unless I used a word they didn't know. They had great fun practicing their English. I told them about where I lived and the school I was going to in Texas. They went into gales of laughter, wanting to know about my cowboy hat and boots, and did I ride a horse to school? We went cheerfully off to dinner where I had to learn to eat again. I'm left handed and everyone would recoil in horror and disgust if I used my left hand to eat. The left hand is used to clean your bum while you squirt water on it. The left hand never goes near your mouth or touches another person. I managed it by sitting on my left hand, until it finally became second nature. Dinner was rice of course, with very hot curry, but I'm used to jalapenos, so I handled the spicy food with aplomb. A side dish of vegetable stew, pieces of flat bread or crackers called nan and a plate of sliced fruit completed the meal. I'm a hearty eater but there was plenty without anyone going short, and there were leftovers to feed the chickens and ducks. I wasn't sure what the fowl would think of the spicy curry, but I guess they were used to it. They didn't hesitate to tuck in, with plenty of squawking and jostling, as soon as the scraps were put into their trough. I was shown to my hut which was spacious and well furnished. I had a bed, with pallets alongside in case the young people slept out here, a dresser, hooks for my clothes, and a small couch. A single electric lamp with a switch by the door lit the room. There was a knock at the door, and Piri and Duro stood there looking nervous. I invited them in and they stood until I seated myself on the couch. I beckoned them to come to me. I was a trifle nervous too. This was uncharted territory for me as well as for them. The sat on either side of me and I put my arms around them. They both snuggled in without hesitation, and I ran my hand up and down their backs. I could feel Piri's breast pressing into my side and she sighed softly. Her hand began to gently worm its way under my tee shirt and play with the hair on my chest. This was new to her since body hair is uncommon on Sri Lankan men, except for a small patch at the groin. I'm only moderately hairy but Piri was enjoying playing with it. She giggled and chattered to her brother. He reached under my shirt as well and ran his fingers through the hair. Then her fingers bumped into my nipple which was fully engorged by this time. She paused, then squeezed it gently. I groaned quietly in pleasure. She did it again and Duro decided to try it as well. I slipped my hand down over Piri's small breast and did the same to her. She gasped and moved her breast more firmly into my hand. I leaned forward and removed my tee shirt, then pressed both their heads against my chest, encouraging them to suck my nipples. I have always enjoyed the feeling of my nipples being sucked. Piri and Duro enthusiastically sucked on my nipples until I could stand it no more and moved their heads away from my chest. I kissed Piri for a long time until her mouth opened slightly. We touched tongues gently. When the kiss broke Duro seemed to want to join in the fun but I wouldn't, so I suggested that he kiss Piri as well. He looked at her, shocked, but she leaned toward him, so he closed his eyes and kissed his sister, but in a very unbrotherly- like manner. Piri blushed but they both obviously enjoyed it. I began fondling her breast, squeezing her nipple. Then I took Duro's hand and put it on her other breast so he could feel the joy of having a handful of breast. I kissed her again as we fondled her breasts, causing her to moan again. I leaned forward and took her nipple in my mouth and sucked it gently. She gasped as she grabbed my head, trying to push it away and pull it closer at the same time. She obviously was conflicted about the new sensations. I licked and nibbled and sucked as she whimpered. I motioned for Duro to move to her other side and give it a try, and he enthusiastically complied. We sat like that for some time with both of us enjoying the feast of her breasts as she jiggled and quaked and moaned. Finally Piri had had all she could take and pushed us away from her breasts. She leaned against me until her heaving breath slowed to normal. I stood up and removed my tee-shirt and shorts. I never wear underwear so except for my socks I was nude. Both Piri and Duro stared at my cock, which was fully hard now. I won't win any large cock contests but it is a reasonable size, about six inches long and about an inch and a half across. Piri gazed at it with fascination and nervousness. She knew where it was going to go and the thought clearly had her worried. Duro reached out and took my dick in his hand. I was surprised at that but it felt great and I was looking forward to some bi sex. After watching him for a few minutes Piri reached out as well, feeling the head and reaching below to cup my testicles, rolling them with her fingers. Since Piri was still nervous I had Duro strip next. He removed his sarong and then his underwear. His dick was small, maybe four inches long and not much bigger around than my thumb. It was very hard and surrounded by a dark thin fringe of hair, stuck out from his body like a flagpole on the side of a house. I played with it then moved him closer to Piri so that she could play with it too. I let her have his whole dick so that she had room to stroke it up and down until with a gasp Duro shot strings of cum onto her breasts. This clearly was a shock to both of them. It probably was Duro's first orgasm, and Piri had never seen cum before either. After I had cleaned Piri's breasts I stood her up and asked her to remove her clothes. She unwrapped her sarong which was much prettier than Duro's plain blue one. Piri's sarong was many colors woven into a complex pattern. It obviously was her Sunday best. And her panties were beautiful as well. She had dressed up in her best clothes in my honor, for which I complimented her. As her panties came off this was clearly a first for Duro as well. His eyes were glued to her pussy, as were mine. She had a thin scattering of pubic hair. Her outer lips completely hid her clit and inner labia. She was a complete inny, the very first I had ever seen except while surfing porn on-line. We both stroked her body, her legs, butt, stomach and everywhere except for her pussy. She liked being stroked and turned slowly so that we could reach everywhere. I kissed her lightly on the back of the neck which produced a gratifying shiver. Then I turned her to face me and gently kissed the side of her neck, her ears, then her eyelids. When I finished kissing she was vibrating in anticipation. I led her to the bed and had her lay face down. Duro and I knelt on opposite sides of the bed and stroked her some more, feeling the length of her body, even the bottoms of her feet, which caused her to kick them wildly. Her legs were widely spread and we could see her pussy oozing moisture. I dipped my finger into the dampness causing her to jerk in surprise. I slipped my finger between the lips and stroked it up and down the slit, nearly entering her vagina then moving close to her clit. I gently began to massage the clit, showing Duro just how to use it to please a woman. He was a fast learner and soon had Piri quaking, until with a squeal she came for the first time, soaking the sheets beneath her. Giving Piri time to recover I turned my attention to Duro. I had decided that I wanted to try sucking on him. I had never had a dick in my mouth but I was interested in it, and the thought of a dick in my butt gave me eager shivers. I took his dick in hand and pulled Duro closer, close enough that I could lean over and suck on it. His dick was very hard again in my mouth. I sucked on it slowly, enjoying the new sensations, smells and taste. I licked the hole in the end which made him flinch. I approached it more gently, allowing him time to get accustomed to the feel of it. Then I took him deep into mouth. His dick was short enough that I could handle it easily, though when he thrust hard the head of his dick touched the back of my throat. When he was getting close to cumming I quit so that I could enjoy his orgasm in another way. Piri had recovered and was watching us. I asked her to roll over and reached down and spread her legs widely, her knees near her breasts. All of her shyness was gone. She let us look at her while she stroked her hands over her breasts, down her body and her finger disappeared into her pussy. I had had the forethought to buy some coconut oil for lubrication. I rubbed some onto and into her pussy, though she was wet enough that it probably was unnecessary. I wanted to reduce any discomfort for her to the minimum. I also applied a bit to Duro's dick and my bum. I lay above Piri and guided my dick to her vagina. The head went into the hole but predictably it did not get very far. I made short strokes until she began to move to my rhythm. Then with a quick thrust from me and a short squeal from Piri I was through her hymen. I paused for a few moments to let her recover. She soon was moving against me again so I started making longer strokes until I was completely sheathed in her tight wet tunnel. You who are reading this have thought quite a lot about fucking a young girl so you think you can imagine the wonder of it. Actually, you really can't. Her pussy was so tight it almost hurt me. I'm sure it hurt her, though from her sounds and movements, it must have been a good hurt, if you know what I mean. I told Duro to get behind me and fuck me in the ass. He didn't even hesitate He got between my legs and felt around with his dick until he found my anus and slipped it inside me. At first it hurt, more than I expected, but soon it turned to pleasure. As I thrust in and out of Piri, Duro thrust in and out of me. It was total sensory overload. I really didn't last very long and blasted my load into Piri. It was so violent it felt like my testicles turned inside out. It was far and away the best orgasm of my life. I lay on her gasping for breath as she hugged me. Duro continued fucking me in the ass. He kept it up for another five minutes or so until he grunted and shot his cum into me. I loved it. We lay like that for a few minutes then I asked them to roll onto their sides. Piri turned her back to me and after pulling a sheet over us we all nested there back to front for the rest of the night. I don't believe I ever slept so well as I did that night. The End ****************************************************** Author Note: This is fiction. Enjoy reading it, or like me, writing it. Just don't do it, unless you want to spend the next several years entertaining large prison inmates in lewd and interesting ways. Pedophiles in prison lead an exciting life. This is important. You can talk to children and teenagers as if they were grownups, but they are not small adults. They need those of us who find them attractive and exciting to restrain ourselves until they are mature enough to make wise decisions. A bad decision at that age can scar them for life, and even the lives of their children. Please help take care of our young ones. ******************************************************