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Trekking Around Sri Lanka – 3
by Wandering Dave (1wanderingdave@gmail.com)
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A sex tour of Sri Lanka continued, again... (Mmff,
1st, oral, anal)
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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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PART 3
Piri and Maria (pronounced Mary-a, in case you haven't
read the first two episodes) led me excitedly from
place to place, introducing me to friends and showing
me their favorite places. This high up in the
mountains there was plenty of shale rock, used to make
walls bordering all of the roads. The walls were
shoulder high on me and took enormous effort to
construct. There were frequent gateways in the walls
leading up further into the mountains or down into the
valleys, where they were farming rice in neat
terraces.
Every trail leading up or down the mountain was stair-
cased with large pieces of shale. Stairs of rock led
everywhere you could see. Terraces of rice fields also
were edged with rock walls and extended up the
mountains until the terraces disappeared into the
mists. Farmers plowed the fields walking through the
watery fields behind water buffaloes. Other farmers
bent over in the fields planting rice while they
chattered with their neighbors. If you haven't seen
rice terraces you have missed a treat.
The vistas are beautiful.
The girls wanted to show me something about twenty
miles farther around the mountain so we hopped a bus
to go see the tea plantations. I had never seen a tea
tree up close and was surprised. Each tea tree was
about shoulder high on me but the trunk of the tree
had been cut off so all of the plants were exactly the
same height. The trunk of each tree was about as thick
as my upper arm, perhaps ten to twelve inches around.
Small new branches extended the height another foot
above the tree trunks.
The tea leaves themselves were Irish green and quite
thickly bunched. Each tea row was about four feet
thick with a four foot path between adjacent rows. The
girls told me that these plants had been growing for
over a hundred years. When a plantation got too old
for the trees to produce well they were cut down and
new trees planted in the empty rows.
Suddenly the girls began yanking on my sarong which I
hastily grabbed before disaster struck and I found it
around my ankles. I had forgone briefs this morning so
I kept a firm grasp on it. They were pointing up into
the sky so I obligingly looked up, to see a hang
glider whoosh by about three feet over my head. My
first thought was that the pilot had missed his
landing area and was about to meet his death, impaled
on a tea tree. What happened instead was he skimmed
across the tea until his harness made contact with the
new leaves and he slid to a halt on his stomach with
no damage at all to the tea leaves.
He unhooked himself from the hang glider and slid to
the ground, picked his hang glider up and trudged out
to the road where a vehicle awaited him. A half a
dozen more hang gliders soared the bowl shaped cliff
face of the mountain that caught the breeze coming
inland from the sea and forced it skyward, lifting the
hang gliders high into the sky. They danced in the sky
as colorful as hot air balloons, then after a time
they landed one by one in the same fashion as the
first pilot. It was wonderful to watch.
Maria had a crush on one of the pilots so we walked to
the road to meet him and his friends. They all had big
smiles and enjoyed showing off their flying machines.
Most of the hang gliders were of Australian or New
Zealand manufacture due to lower import duties. The
pilots explained in detail about the flight
characteristics of each machine. It really looked like
fun and I thought I might get some lessons and give it
a go before I returned home. They told me how to find
an instructor and what type of hang glider to try
first. Beginner's kites as they called them were much
more forgiving than the higher performance models that
they flew.
The boy Maria had a crush on was four years older than
her and his father had helped him buy a used hang
glider from a pilot who was upgrading to a kite with
higher performance flight characteristics.
We shook hands all around and smiled and waved goodbye
as we headed back to the bus.
We were a little late for lunch and Duro had gotten
there first, but no one minded. We had stir fried
shrimp and vegetables over rice, with papaya juice to
drink. I was really going to have to watch myself or
I'd go home weighing a lot more than when I got here.
Since we were joined by Maria the four of us went to
my hut and we all skinned out of our sarongs. Duro
and I were slower than the girls. Maria wasn't the
least bit shy in front of Duro. He visibly was very
taken with her, and I think she felt the same way,
though her body didn't stand up and wave like his did.
Duro and I sat on the edge of the bed and the girls
knelt in front of us. Piri took my penis in her mouth
and Maria hesitantly followed her example with Duro.
Piri liked the large cap on my dick and ran her tongue
around it repeatedly. She began to suck on the head
and occasionally would make a sucking sound. Maria
glanced at her and copied her, bobbing her head up and
down on Duro's dick while she sucked. Duro didn't last
long at all and blasted his cum into her mouth.
Maria's eyes got wide and cum leaked out of her mouth
but she kept sucking and swallowing until the end.
Duro sighed and lay back on the bed.
Piri didn't wait for me to finish but pushed me back
on the bed and straddled my lap. Grasping my dick in
her hand she moved it around until I was lined up with
her vagina. She sat slowly onto it and it pierced her
slowly until she had the entire thing in her. Maria
watched this carefully, then holding Duro's penis she
mimicked Piri's movements until he was fully inside
her pussy. The girl's put their hands on our shoulders
and began to rock up and down on us. Duro's hands were
caressing Maria's breasts, pinching her nipples until
she moaned. That seem like a good idea to me so I did
the same. Piri's nipples were hard as little jelly
beans between my fingers and every time I squeezed
them she gasped, and her vagina would squeeze tightly.
This encouraged me to pinch them harder and more
often, until Piri had a nuclear meltdown on my lap.
Her bottom was a blur of activity as she pounded
herself down onto my staff. Finally with a dying wail
she collapsed against my chest, her bosom heaving in
an effort to catch her breath. I joined her wonderful
orgasm at the peak of her activity.
Next to me Maria's rhythm was increasing as she heaved
her bottom up and down on Duro's lap. I wasn't in a
position that allowed me to see the action but Piri
sat up after she had recovered and had a close up view
of Duro's dick going in and out of Maria. Piri reached
over and stroked Maria's pussy and Duro's shaft, then
moved her hand to Maria's anus. Everything was quite
slippery back there and Piri's finger began to
disappear into Maria's ass. I looked into Maria's
widening eyes but she didn't object so Piri made the
rest of her finger disappear. Maria grimaced and
groaned, then let out a keening cry. Duro matched her
with a load groan of pleasure as he joined her orgasm.
The four of us cuddled together on the bed and took a
long nap.
When we awoke we cleaned ourselves at the cistern and
joined the family for supper. Maria was expected at
her home for dinner so we bid her farewell. Dinner
this night consisted of stir fried chicken with shaved
almonds, sesame seeds and broccoli, garnished with
roasted peanuts, served over rice as usual.
A stack of krupuk sat in the center of the table and
was used like a pusher or even as a spoon for the
meal. Krupuk are deep fried shrimp or fish wafers that
instantly expand a lot when they hit the hot oil. They
are immediately flipped and then removed to drain.
They are about the consistency of a cracker, with
maybe a little more snap. Total cooking time for each
krupuk is about ten seconds. It's fun to watch them
being cooked and they are so delicious.
The village was showing a movie that evening so Piri,
Duro and I walked hand in hand to the town square. The
center of town was a gigantic tree planted in a square
sided rock wall planter twenty feet on a side that put
the base of the tree ten feet off the ground. It was
beautiful and visible from nearly anywhere in the
village.
A projector sat on a table with a white bed sheet
secured to one wall of the planter for the screen. The
movie that night was Indian, but there are so many
dialects in India that many of their films, especially
those for distribution inside the country, were silent
films, with only music for a background. Of course, if
there was singing that was on the audio track.
Everyone could enjoy the song even if they couldn't
understand the words. Just no talking. This movie was
an Indian western.
The hero wore a ten gallon white hat and of course the
villain wore a ten gallon black hat. At the end of the
movie the heroine was singing an Indian song, dancing
in a sari with a chain of gold coins around her waist
and clanking the little thumb and finger cymbals. The
hero was sitting at a table enjoying the show.
Suddenly the swinging doors burst open and the bad guy
stalks in. The hero leaps to his feet and they face
each other, then the bad guy goes for his pistol.
Our hero is faster though and he shoots him down. Then
our hero sweeps the heroine up in his arms, walks out
to the hitching rack in front, puts his foot into the
stirrup, and steps up into the saddle. I nearly choked
I was laughing so hard. It was an impossible shot, so
they had filmed him getting off the horse with her in
his arms, then played it in reverse. Great stuff. We
had a wonderful time.
After the movie was over we returned to my hut. I
turned on the radio and we listened to India music for
a while. I've really developed an appreciation for it.
I just enjoy ethnic music wherever I go. When I was in
South Africa I really got hooked on African music, but
that's an entirely different tale that I may write
about someday.
I turned the music down low and we put our sarongs on
the couch. I put Duro on the bed and lay in the
opposite direction. I played with his penis. He was
circumcised which surprised me a little. Then I took
the head of his dick into my mouth. The entire length
fit comfortably into my mouth. I could feel him doing
the same with my dick, except that he could only get
about half of it in.
I never even considered asking him to deep throat it.
That's tough even for someone with a lot of
experience, and a much bigger throat. I was just fine
with what he was doing. I enjoyed the taste of his
dick. I slipped my arm underneath him and reach across
his body to cup his hips in my hands. Piri gave me a
little bit of coconut oil which I rubbed on his anus
and I felt him doing the same to me. Or maybe it was
Piri. I wasn't sure. I rubbed it around his anus then
slowly inserted my middle finger into his butt.
I could feel his dick get even harder. I stroked my
finger in and out until suddenly with a shout Duro
shot jet after jet of cum into my mouth. I can't say
it tasted wonderful but I could stand it and it feels
so much better when your partner swallows. I removed
my finger from his ass but I kept his dick in my mouth
and cupped his butt cheeks, rolling his softening
penis around in my mouth with my tongue.
Duro resumed his task, sucking on my penis as he
bobbed his head and working his finger in and out of
my butt. It really was an incredible sensation and I
quickly reached my own orgasm. He returned the favor
and swallowed my cum, keeping my penis in his mouth
until I subsided.
Piri got in between us and was kissing on me. We
snuggled and kissed. Then she pushed my onto my back
and mounted my rapidly hardening prick. After a few
strokes I asked her if she would like for Duro to fuck
her in the ass at the same time. She thought it over,
then nodded shyly. Duro got behind her and after some
lubrication slowly inserted his prick into her butt.
I could feel his dick pressing against mine with only
a thin membrane separating us. I looked at her face to
see how she was doing. If she didn't like it we would
stop. But no. She quite obviously was quickly building
to an orgasm so we continued until she let out a thin
squeal which went on and on. I thought surely she
would have to stop for breath soon, but apparently the
intensity of her need was overwhelming her.
As she slowly began to descend from the intensity of
her orgasm Duro and I shot off at about the same time
with grunts and groans of our own. It was a wonderful
evening. We got up long enough to clean ourselves and
turn off the radio, before we flopped back on the bed
and were instantly asleep.
The End
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This story 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.
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THIS IS IMPORTANT. You can talk to children and
teenagers as if they were grownups, but they are not
small adults. They are children, and need those of us
who find them attractive and exciting to restrain
ourselves until they are mature enough to make wise
decisions. That is why the age of consent is eighteen.
A bad decision at a young age can scar young people
for life, and even the lives of their children. Please
help take care of our young ones and allow them to
grow up to be happy adults. Enjoy reading about sex
with them but never actually have sex with them.
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