Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2006 04:21:37 +0000 (GMT)
From: sunraywonder@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: Beyond The Rainbow

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!