Trekking Around Sri Lanka
By Wandering Dave (1wanderingdave@gmail.com)

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The beginning of a sex tour of Sri Lanka. (Mfm, ped, 
pre-teen, 1st, inc, anal, oral) 

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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.

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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

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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.
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