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Kerala Houseboat.
Part 1
I had planned my Indian trip for over a year and one of the most anticipated
highlights was to be my stay on a houseboat in the calming picturesque back
waters of the state of Kerala in Southern India.
I had now been in India for 2 weeks. I had travelled from Mumbai by train, a
long but fascinating journey, accompanied by my young Indian interpreter and
guide. I had driven all round Kerala with my Indian guide and now he took me
to meet the houseboat that was to be my home for then next 8 days. I have to
say I was looking forward to the tranquillity of the backwaters of Kerala
after a pretty hectic but wonderful past 2 weeks.
The crew of the boat were a very willing trio. They helped load my luggage
and with great pride showed me round the small but very well appointed boat
that was to be my home for a short while.
The main man, who I referred to as the captain was a dark, wiry, slim man I
guess he would be in his mid 40's. He was fairly tall for a south Indian,
5ft 9 inches. He was dressed in an immaculate white shirt and slacks to
formally welcome me to his boat. His piercing dark eyes had a twinkle in
them that hinted at mischief. He was assisted by a younger man possibly late
30s. He was the chef but also acted as host and housekeeper. He was a
slightly chubby man with a trimmed but thick black moustache and one of
those open faces that beamed friendship. The youngest was in his early to
mid 20s smiling and willing to please. He was very slender about 5ft 6
inches tall with thick dark hair and darting eyes.
The boat was made of wood, ornately carved and with woven matting to cover
the glass paned windows. There was a foredeck, not large but enough for 4
comfy chairs. It was a good place to watch the waters slip by and see
activity on the banks. Behind this was small dining room that led down some
steps to the large double bedroom and very well appointed bathroom, no bath
but a good shower. It was immaculately clean and well kept.
The captain and the Chef owned the boat privately but worked through a group
who took bookings thus assuring a steady trade. They were very attentive
and willing to please which was very refreshing and pleasing.
We set off that first day slowly moving out into the waters. I sat looking
out as we slipped slowly through the dark calm waters, the engine humming
slightly underneath. The driver in this case the captain sat at the front.
The mat window shutters were open to keep the boat cool and I immediately
felt relaxed sitting in the warm air enjoying the slow pace, the utter
tranquillity of it all.
The men chattered around me in their local dialect. Their voices echoed
across the water giving the whole experience an exotic feeling of old India.
There were birds that flew up or swam away. People moved about on the far
banks their muted voices carrying over the weaters. It was full of colour
and sound. The whole things was a truly wonderful and relaxing as we slipped
effortlessly through the water, a white stream ran out from the front of the
boat on either side racing out away from us outwards towards the shore.
By lunch I was so relaxed calm I had dozed off. I awoke to the smell of
spices, onions and garlic filling the air giving rise to hunger. I got up
and wandered back to the small kitchen set at the back of the boat and
peeked in. The Chef was cooking a wonderful dish with local fish, herbs and
garlic from the local markets. I wandered back down the boat to the bows
where I got into conversation with the captain. Once again I was amazed at
how good his English was. It was also amusing to hear them talk with that
very identifiable Indian accent, so appealing but rib ticklingly funny as
well.
The captain spoke with great pride about his boat, his business and his
family. He proudly showed me pictures of his 3 children his very humble but
well kept house in his village some miles away. He talked with great sadness
of his wife's illness and subsequent death some years ago and how so common
to India his family had helped take care of him and his children whilst he
struggled to earn a living. He was a man of the community, working with
charities in his village when time permitted. Giving blood on a regular
basis something he had been driven to do since his wife's death. I suspect
there was a financial aspect to the blood giving but he was proud of his
giving showing me his donor records. I liked him he was a simple hard
working man with a freshness and openness.
The food was a revelation, served on thick green leaves it was sumptuous
with rice and curried fish, caught fresh that morning and vegetables spicy
and aromatic. There was fresh juice and if I wanted a cold beer. I asked if
they were eating with me but they declined and said they would eat at the
back of the boat where they had simple lodgings. I would have preferred them
to eat with me as I don't like to eat alone but I respected their needs.
The afternoon seemed to slip by and I talked to all of them during that
time. Finally we arrived at the mooring point for the night. The men got
busy securing the boat and setting it up for the evening. I slipped away to
have a shower and change for the evening.
The evening meal was up to the same good standard as lunch and I knew I was
going to enjoy this trip very much. The men sat with me during the evening
and we chatted freely once they saw I was receptive to them as friends and
companions on my Indian experience. They were open and expressive is
sometimes funny as their English got all mixed up but it was a good humoured
fun evening. I slept very well that night despite the warmth and under a
mosquito net was never bothered by insects. I awoke early as the sun
streamed in through the open slats of the window matting and went out onto
the front deck. The men were already active getting ready for the day.
As we continued along our peaceful journey the captain spent more time
talking to me and asking how I enjoyed India. I told him it was wonderful,
fascinating and exciting full of sound and colour. He told me of his life
and how he had worked hard to get his boat and make a good living for his
family. Indians are hard working and industrious although they do put too
much store by what work they do and not about personality and interaction.
He told me he had worked as a porter in hospitals and worked long shifts and
hours to save money to get a boat. He had learnt the Kerala art of massage a
relaxing service that is much talked about by visitors to Kerala. He asked
if I had experienced one yet but I told him no but would hope to before I
left. He asked if we had such a thing in the USA. I told him that there was
all sorts of massage specialties from the far east and homeopathic massage
such as reflexology. He was most interested and asked if I enjoyed them to
which I replied very much so. I explained how mush I enjoyed the foot
massage of Reflexology and how it relaxed me and was said to have healing
powers. He said that massage in India also massaged the feet and the whole
body with special oils. He asked me if I would like a foot massage. I said I
would love one. He asked me to wait whilst he went and got his oils. He
returned with some small bottles of oil. Kneeling in front of my chair he
lifted my left foot placing it on his lap. His hands were strong and firm
but the fingers were magic on my foot as he kneaded it and stroked it with a
rhythmic motion. His other hand supporting my heal. I lay back in the chair,
closing my eyes I sighed with each pleasurable stroke, squeeze and twist of
his magic fingers. The sensations of having my feet massaged have always
been of great pleasure to me and it made my body feel loose and relaxed. It
also is very sensuous and arousing and I felt the wetness in my vagina as he
expertly worked my feet. He worked selflessly at his task his little shouts
of "yaar" every time I sighed or moaned softly at the pleasure he was giving
me signalled his joy at my pleasure. I was now lying well back in the chair
my legs stretched out to him, my eyes closed lost in the warmth of the air,
the smells of the river and his magical fingers. He began to run his hand up
the back of my calve massaging my muscle, whilst his other kept up the
rhythm on my foot. He massaged firmly along my calves to the back of my
knees and above keeping a steady pressure and rhythm. Then putting my left
foot on the floor beside him whilst still stroking my leg with one hand he
dipped his other hand into the bowl of oil he had prepared. Picking up my
right leg he began to work his magic there. I was not only relaxed I was
filled with sensuous feelings and a very damp pussy. The whole sensation
just filled my body with sensation and pleasure. He was now massaging my
right leg along the whole length pushing my long skirt up my thighs with
every stroke. I was too lost in the pleasure to want him to stop. He placed
my right foot by his side and now with my legs slightly parted he began to
run his hands along my legs and up my inner thighs my skirt, now crumpled
around my waist. He was now massaging my fully exposed thighs up along my
hips and back his thumbs brushing past my wet see thru white panties, I
sighed with every stroke thrusting my hips towards against his stroking
hands. He worked in silence his thumbs getting tantalisingly closer and
closer to my very damp gusset in my white panties. The anticipation of each
stroke increased my arousal and I sighed as he brushed the sides of my pussy
with each stroke. Finally his thumbs pressed along my pussy as he stroked
upwards. I could not help letting out a deep sigh. I looked down at him
with hooded eyes, soft with pleasure and arousal. He was so engrossed in his
work his eyes fixed on my exposed body he didn't notice me. He now pressed
his thumbs along my pussy no longer moving down my legs his movements all
concentrated on my swollen slit. Then he grabbed my panties from the top and
pulled gently hinting for me to lift my thighs. I obliged as he pulled them
down along my legs and over my feet discarding them on the chair beside him.
I now sat there laid back, my legs open as he pondered momentarily my wet
fully exposed open pussy.. He began to flick and massage my clit and pussy
slipping fingers into me making me sigh and push onto his hand. I was now
totally abandoned to his will my legs spread, fully exposed for him to enjoy
as he pleased. He fingered, teased and played with me bringing me close then
moving off until I begged him to pleasure me. He smiled enjoying his
control. With one hand he opened his trousers and expertly removed them
whilst still kneeling there. Then he stood up and removed his underpants as
he looked down at my compliant needing body. His cock was steel hard, smoky
black. Ramrod straight with a lovely plum red head, wet with his juices. His
arousal made me even more excited. He knelt between my legs and proffered
his black tumescent penis to the mouth of my very wet vagina. I sighed as
his hardness slipped into my soaking open hole. He grunted looked into my
face and muttered yaar as he sank himself to the hilt inside me. I looked
into his eyes pleading for him to fuck me and thrust my hips against his
pelvis so we were locked hard together. He stayed like that for a moment
then he leaned down and passionately kissed me. His tongue thrust into my
mouth. I could taste the spicy sweetness of him. He pulled back now wanting
release. Pulling my legs up he pushed them high and back pressing me into
the chair. He began to pump into my wet hole, rushing to his release but I
was ahead as the hot flush ran up my breasts and neck and my pussy just
erupted into orgasmic pleasure. I moaned and cried out my thanks to him just
at the sheer pleasure of his cock. I was still shuddering in pleasure when
he gave a deep grunt, thrust hard into me and I felt the hot wetness of his
release fill my womb. We stayed still my pussy impaled on his still turgid
cock. Finally that very hard smoky black pleasure rod slipped out, followed
as usual by a big lump of sperm. He got up whilst I lay like a slut, my legs
open, pussy dripping sperm. I smiled at my new lover India was proving to be
a fulfilling and fascinating place.
Part 2
I stood up holding my skirt round my waist not wanting the drops of sperm to
stain it. I now, having been so engrossed in my pleasure, became aware that
we had fucked in the open area and the other crew members would have seen
the whole event. The captain was wiping his still semi hard cock cleaning
off my juices proudly parading his manhood to I was sure a watching crew.
There was no point in covering up now so I turned and went through to the
bathroom. Sperm was sliding down my thighs making them slippery as I walked
it was a sensual feeling with my swollen lips reminding me of what had just
occurred.
I stood under the shower letting the warm water run across my naked body
still sensitive from my orgasm. I could hear animated conversation through
the small window. The captain and the crew were in excited conversation
unaware I could hear but of course whilst I could guess the conversation I
could not understand it. They were certainly engaged in a long discussion
about what had happened, I dried myself with the soft cotton towel which in
itself is a really pleasant activity. I put on a white skirt and cool top
with no bra cooler that way. I had to put on a pair of plain cotton pants as
my pussy was still dripping some cum and then with book in hand I went out
onto the front deck again. The young man was cleaning up the deck ready for
the evening meal. The others were busy securing our mooring on the bank for
the night. The young man looked at me as I came through the door. His eyes
made contact then immediately dropped. I realised he had seen it all. Being
young and Indian it was something he would never expect to see and I am sure
will shape his sexual life in some way. I said a bright hello to him and he
looked back up surprised and beamed a big smile returning my greeting but
left quickly obviously feeling awkward.
I realised that the boat being small the crew had seen all took place. This
was India and it is an enigmatic place. Public affection between sexes is
taboo. Kissing is a very big no, no and even films don't show lip to lip
contact. But porn films are rife. The men like men all over the world have
the same sexual tastes and deviant needs. The captain had fucked me openly
on the boat so he was not worried about the exposure but it put me in an
awkward spot. The crew had most certainly seen my naked pussy and buttocks
and knew I have been well and truly pleasured. This meant I was now on a
boat in the middle of the backwaters of Kerala with 3 men, one who would now
certainly continue to want his conjugal rights now I had capitulated, the
others would be very aroused having seen me legs up on the front deck
getting pumped by their captain.
Whilst the men were busy preparing the boat for the evening I sat and read.
It was very pleasant the sounds of the night and the cool evening air were
very calming. The young man came to prepare the table for the evening meal.
I smiled up at him and he smiled but looked down. I asked him if he could
get me a cold beer and with a certainly madam he shot off to the kitchen
returning with a very cold and refreshing beer. He handed it to me and his
eyes were fixed on my crotch and legs. It was a stare of desire and open
need. He looked up and caught my eye and looked down and turned away. I was
certainly making him uncomfortable something I certainly had no with to do.
It was little wonder in a country where seeing a flash of flesh from a woman
was considered exciting to a young man, whose chance of sex before marriage
was very slight, that having seen a full blown real live sex show he would
be feeling very awkward and confused. I could not change what had happened
but I wished he had not seen it.
The evening meal was served and was up to its usual very good standard and
after I sat with the crew looking out across the calm waters with the
flickering lights from other boats throwing strips of colour out along the
waters. It was awkward at first but as they began to realise that I was
still open and friendly they relaxed only this time there was a charged air
of sexuality. I was still wearing a soft top with no bra and my breasts were
the centre of attraction. I had already found that India men have a fixation
on "Boobs" as they call them in their old fashioned way. I made no self
conscious effort to cover them but it was a little awkward. The captain was
like a peacock around his hen his gaze piercing and his manner arrogant.
Soon it was time to close down the boat and retire. The chef and the young
man had cleared up earlier and they left to go to their hammocks in the back
of the boat. The captain as I had anticipated followed me into the room. I
had decided that as he had given me pleasure I would return it. I went into
the bathroom and cleaned up a bit then slipped on a black see robe, short to
the thighs my milky breasts so loved by India men were clear underneath. I
put on pair of heels. I didn't know if Indian men liked this kind of thing
but I would soon find out. When I came into the room he was lying naked on
the bed his smoky black cock hard against his belly. His slender legs
stretched out before him. He watched me as I walked round the bed and
stopped at the foot. I dropped my robe standing naked at the end of the bed.
He had not seen my breasts and they had the desired result as he let out his
trademark "Yaar your boobs are good. I like your boobs" I smiled to myself
at this slightly comical and old fashioned remark. As in stepped forward and
began to climb on the bed I heard a small intake of breathe coming from
outside and I knew I was being watched. I crawled up to his erect penis and
took his cock between my full breasts. This got him and he sighed deeply as
I rubbed his cock in my cleavage. "yaar that's good yaar good" His cock was
steel hard and straight as an arrow. I slipped my head down and took it in
his mouth tasting the metallic saltiness of his precum. He arched and sighed
loudly not caring who might hear. I would give the peepers a show I though
wickedly. I took his rigid cock into my mouth and teased the tip with my
tongue getting the desired moan of pleasure. I teased for a few seconds then
moved to running my flickering tongue down his has shaft, and then in a
quick movement sucked a testical into my mouth making him jump with
surprise. He smelt musky and masculine and I was rising to my task and
enjoying the responses I was getting. I slipped my tongue on down and down
between his legs flickering it along his parted legs to his anus. He
thankfully was clean and I rimmed him gently at first my tongue flickering
and teasing. Then in pushed my face hard into him and pushed my tongue as
hard as I could into his anus. He just moaned and grabbed my head holding it
hard against himself and I kept probing his anus with my tongue. He was
moaning and wriggling around but soon pulled on my head wanting me to move
back up to his cock. I obliged and moved back to his lovely hard cock. He
gestured for me to turn round and present my hips to him. He parted my
thighs and planted his mouth passionately and firmly on my wet pussy. It was
my turn to moan as the pleasure of his warm mouth engulfed my swollen vulva
and began to suck and nibble my lips and clit. I pushed my hips down
thrusting my pussy onto his mouth and continued sucking his cock. We were
both emitting muted moans and sighs of pleasure. The watchers were getting a
real treat. He was not the most gentle lover but he was effective and I was
now in need to some hard cock up me. I pulled myself away and turning round
straddled him. I rubbed my wet pussy along his rigid cock something I love
as the sensations of it sliding along my wet slit are fantastic. I looked
down at him. He was looking down to the point where my pussy met his rigid
cock a look of sheer pleasure at what he saw. Then he took control and
grabbed my hair pulling me down with one strong wiry arm and locking his
mouth onto mine probing into me with his tongue. His grip on my hair was
hard and painful giving me a mix of pleasure and pain. His other hand guided
his cock into me and he rammed upwards into my open hole and I let out a
grunt that shocked even me. Now he began to ram into me wildly. The room was
filled with wet noises and the sound of naked flesh slapping on naked flesh
as his hips slammed upwards into my buttocks ramming his cock home with
every stroke. I was clinging on as he held my hair tight pulling my head
down dominating me and fucking me like a whore.
He was now in control and pulled his cock out and with a handful of my hair
he pulled me up and onto my knees pushing my head into the mattress. He
positioned himself behind me and guided his cock to my hole, thrusting it
into me in one hard push. I screamed with pain and pleasure unable to stop
myself. Now with my hair grasped painfully in his hand he pulled my head up
and began to ram into me making my buttocks shudder with every hard thrust.
The slapping sound was loud as he pummelled my buttocks violently lost in
his lust. It was a rush of pain and pleasure with every thrust. The hot
flood of blood rushed along my belly and chest. It felt hot as it ran up my
throat and my nipples went hard and I just erupted as the orgasm flooded
over me and cried and cried in pleasure. His thrusting continued making the
orgasm run on and on until it was no longer pleasant but irritating and I
begged him ot stop but he was thrusting towards his own release. He rammed
hard then called out in Hindi as his cock released in to me and I felt that
lovely wetness inside me. He stood holding himself in me by my hair. . He
slowly released me and his cocked slipped out. It is always a little sad
when a cock slides out of me and I flopped on to the bed. My head hurt where
he had pulled my hair and I was dripping cum onto the bed but I had, had a
really good orgasm and felt wonderful. The captain for now was also
fulfilled and those watching had got more than they bargained for.