My Experience in Kerala India in 2007
 

My sexual Experience in India in 2007/2008 in Kerala.

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 a 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. There was a sun deck above the lounge area where you could sit or sunbathe privately.

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 waters. It was full of colour and sound. The whole things was a truly magical 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 and 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 tickling 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. He explained how it is common in India for family to help 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. 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 if 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.

Part 2

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 (Aryuvedic) a relaxing service that is a Kerala speciality and 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 available in the US. He was most interested and asked if I enjoyed them to which I replied very much so. I explained how much 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 left hand supporting my heel whilst his right performed the magic. I lay back in the chair, closing my eyes. I sighed with each pleasurable stroke, squeeze and twist of his magic fingers. The sensation of having my feet massaged has always been of great pleasure to me. It made my body feel loose and relaxed. It also is very sensuous and arousing. I felt the wetness inside my panties 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 on my right foot. I was not only relaxed I was filled with sensuous feelings. I now had a very damp pussy. The whole sensation just filled my body with tingling pleasures that ran right up to my throat and my nipples were hard and erect. 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. Up my inner thighs my skirt, now crumpled around my waist exposing my panties. 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 against his stroking hands. He worked in silence, his thumbs getting tantalisingly closer and closer to the very damp gusset of my white panties. The anticipation of each stroke increased my arousal. I sighed involuntarily 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 expertly began to flick and massage my clit and pussy slipping fingers into me, making me sigh and push my groin onto his hand. I was now totally abandoned to his will my legs spread, fully exposed for him to enjoy as he pleased. He kept massaging my naked thighs with one hand whilst with the other hand he fingered, teased and played with me bringing me close then moving off until I begged him to pleasure me and give me relief. He smiled enjoying his control. He pulled my lips open and stroked inside me wet vagina pressing upwards which sent shooting shards of sheer pleasure through my body. He pinched and rolled my swollen clitoris between thumb and finger masturbating it like a small penis. This was really driving me over the top. I looked at him asking him to fuck me with his fingers. He slipped two fingers into me very open and wet vagina. I spread my legs wide to let him go deep. He pumped his fingers into me. His other hand worked my clitoris making me really squirm then it hit me with a thud then a rush as my orgasm spread like fire through my body. I felt the heat of the flush in my neck and my nipples were rock hard. I grasped his hand holding his fingers in me as it kept going wave after wave of wonderful intense pleasure that only a woman can feel. There are no words to describe it properly. I lay drained, my legs open my vagina dripping looking at him thinking wow that was amazing. I pulled myself together thinking how he must feel. I lent forward and thanked him then asked him to stand. He stood up between my legs. I could see the bulge in his cotton trousers. I slipped his zip down revealing very full red pants. I reached in and pulled out a very hard and surprisingly thick dark brown cock. He was very hard dripping fluid at the tip from his arousal. I took him in my mouth tasting his sweetness as he let out a really deep sigh. He grasped the back of my head and slowly began to fuck my mouth getting more urgent with every thrust making me gag as it hit the back of my throat but I kept sucking until I felt his thighs stiffen then he held my head tight as large globules of warm sperm flooded into my mouth. His cock was right at the back of my throat my head was held tight so I had no choice but to swallow each globule as it hit my throat. He was really moaning as he released into me. After a while he let go and stepped back. His cock hung still tumescent but softer all wet and slimy. I looked at it and thought I will get some of that I hope but that is another story.

great story, can't wait to hear how he fucked you royally!

well written, very erotic tale love the story line... lucky you even luckier THEM

Second Session
 

Kerala Houseboat part 3

The relationship with the Captain was now more intimate and sexual after our little episode on that day however we had not gone any further so it was with pleasure that I accepted offer of a full body massage. The offer was his way of moving it on as cultural differences as well as being his guest despite out love little session he was still not sure how to proceed. Aryuvedic massage is a very Keralian stress releasing and healing massage done with aromatic oils. I had been told to at least experience it whilst I was there so this offered the best opportunity.

We had gone into more narrow waters. The trees and banks were much closer. A couple of times we followed other house boats on their way with tourists enjoying the experience like I was.

The captain was busy for most of the morning due to the narrow waterways we were navigating with the other traffic. Soon after lunch we reached more open waters so he relaxed. He chatted with me for a while his eyes piercing looking directly at me as he talked. He issued some instructions in the dialect. The young man scurried away disappearing into the bedroom appearing some 10 minutes later. He reported to the captain.

The captain advised me that the room had been made ready for my massage. I felt my face flush. I thought he had forgotten but, I turned going went quickly to the room. The young man had laid some towels on the bed. There were small coloured bottles of oil by the bed. I undressed, not sure if I should be naked or keep my panties on. I decided to remove them. With a towel covering me I lay face down on the bed. I called out that I was ready.

The captain came into the room. He pulled the towel down covering my legs up sliding it down to my lower back. He was wearing a type of sarong tied round at the waist I could see a bulge at the front already that made mew smile inwardly thinking that he was anticipating his pleasure from the start.. He knelt beside me on the bed; poured some oil into his hands warming it first then he applied it all over my back and shoulders. It was aromatic, a sort of peppermint scent that made my skin feel cool. His steel hard magic fingers began to work rhythmically on my shoulders and neck expanding in waves outward down my back. He massaged firmly but not painfully. It was sensuous, relaxing and pleasing. He was making me sigh as he worked his magic on my body. His hands slipped down working my lower back pushing the towel lower onto my buttocks. I was past caring as the sensations were running wild through my body, running to the rhythmic slippery movements of his hands. His comments of “Yaar!, Yaar!” Each time he heard me sigh echoed in the room. He spent a lot of time on my back working all of it. The sensations were fantastic as the slippery oil, warm temperature made my muscles soft and pliable under his expert hands.

Without breaking his rhythm he reached down and folded the towel up so it just covered my buttocks. Adding more oil to his hands he began to spread it down my legs and thighs. Once again, starting with my feet, he began to massage me upwards this time to the centre of my body. One hand slipped up my inner thigh brushing close to my vagina but never touching, whilst his other hand worked along the back of my thighs, pushing aside the towel across my naked buttocks then along my back again. He worked the full length of my now naked body his fingers tantalisingly close to my vagina. I sighed each time as he brushed it the sense of loss each time he passed it bye. I felt myself getting wet from the sensations of the massage and the slight brushing of his fingers along my slit. As he massaged his hands parted my buttocks exposing my vagina fully opening it slightly with each stroke. I lay aroused, wonderfully relaxed at the magic he was performing on me.

He continued for a few minutes like this then squeezing my buttocks in one hand he slipped the other hand between my legs. He cupped my now swollen vagina exclaiming “yaar good!!” as he felt the wetness there and heard my loud sigh of surprise and pleasure. “You like that Aunty?” he exclaimed. I nodded, whispered yes. He asked me to open my legs so that he could play with my slit. Lost in the pleasure I obliged. Soon his fingers were working another magic as he flicked my now erect clitoris. He inserted a finger into my now very swollen, open and wet hole. I pushed back onto his hand in my excitement. He continued to finger me in silence. I turned sideways to look at him as he knelt there beside me. In my need, not wanting it to stop, I reached out, slipped my hand through his soft sarong, cupped his testicles, then slid up feeling his hardness there. In surprise, he grunted, sighed, then grabbed my hand holding it to his erect penis. I stroked and squeezed his hard cock. He stood up, removed his sarong exposing his hardness. I watched in anticipation as his very hard straight cock leapt stood out hard against his belly. He was very lean, with wiry muscles and a light covering of grey mingled with black hair over his legs and lower firm pot belly. His pubic hair was black around a proud standing penis which was wonderfully black as well. It excited me to see his arousal by the massage he was doing.

He put his hand under my hip. He pulled wanting me to roll over. I obliged and lay back fully exposed to him my legs open my swollen vagina, open to his gaze. He stretched down and began to stroke up and down my slit. I took hold of his hard cock making him jump back too aroused, fearful of ejaculating before he could enter me. I pulled back. He wasted no time in getting between my legs and guide his hardness to my vagina and with a cry of “sorry! Sorry!!” He slipped it deep into me, taking me by surprise, causing me to moan loudly at speed of entry into me and the sensations is caused. I lifted my legs to help him. More aroused than I realised he thrust a few times, moaned loudly ramming his hips onto my pelvis. I felt a warm wetness inside me as released his sperm into my womb saying “sorry, sorry” over and over again, grunting loudly in his pleasure. I held my pelvis against the root of his penis feeling the full pleasure of his ejaculation into me and working my very aroused clitoris against his bony penis. His release went on and on. Soon I felt a flush run up my neck. My nipples went rock hard. The sensations of my release rushed through my body in intense waves his hard cock deep in me. I moaned and thanked him for my pleasure. He was surprised at the intensity of my pleasure as he looked down on my face contorted at that most intimate of pleasures. I clung to him stopping him from pulling out of me not wanting it to end.

Soon my orgasm subsided and he began to pull away but I begged him to stay and pushing him up I looked down between my legs enjoying the sight of his dark skin between my white thighs and watched as he withdrew his still thick tumescent penis, glistening wet from my juices and his sperm. I lay my legs splayed as his sperm dripped down between my buttocks onto the towel. He knelt up. I looked at my lover enjoying the site of his now softening penis. I shuddered remembering the extreme pleasure it had given me. He stretched out and stroked my wet thighs. Pulled my pussy open admiring his handiwork inspecting it stroking it making me jump every time he hit my burning clit.

There were 4 nights left and I wondered what the rest of the trip would offer. Somehow I knew I was going to spend a lot of it naked with my legs spread getting my vagina pumped hard by a sexy Indian cock.

Second session 2nd part of Part 3
 

Part 3 second part

Kerala Houseboat

I lay there my legs wide whilst he inspected my open pussy pulling it wide and squeezing it enjoying what he saw. I just watched as he did his thing then he said in that heavy Indian accent “You have very big hole many men must have used it” I nodded, blushed explaining that I had enjoyed a very active sex life and had many African men with very large penis so my pussy was stretched. “Yaar he exclaimed it has been opened too much but it is very soft and sexy inside” “Thank you” I said whilst he pulled it open as wide as he could stretching my large lips really wide then he put 3 fingers into me. I sighed as it was still very sensitive from my orgasm. “Yaar you like that “ he said pushed harder into me enjoying my discomfort as his fingers stretched the inside of my pussy wide. His cum was running down my buttocks so his hand was very slippery. He grabbed my ankle, pulled my legs up high pushing my buttocks up and out. With his free hand he stroked my anus. “Do you take in this hole my dear” he asked his finger gently probing my anus. I said softly that if he enjoyed that he could go there. He pushed his slippery finger into my rear hole pushing it right to the knuckle. I pushed back onto his finger making myself relax so my anus was open for him. He probed ramming his finger into my rear hole. I could see his cock getting really hard now. I was getting ready to take him anally his cock head now against my rear hole, when one of the crew called out in the local dialect. He was just putting the head in when there was a call from outside. He didn’t stop sliding his hard cock into my rear hole with a satisfied runt. The captain then replied is an clearly annoyed voice not happy at being interrupted at this point of his pleasure. There was a response then silence. He pulled my buttocks apart looking at his cock buried in my ass mumbled something before slowly pulling it out them ramming it in making me make a noise like a pig snorting. This pleased him a lot.

The interruption had changed his mood as he was no longer gentle his need was to use me now that I had prostituted myself to him and given him my body. I was there for his pleasure and I could sense his lust as he pinched and probed around my rear his fingers in my pussy his cock in my rear passage. He stretched round and roughly grabbed my hanging breast pulling it and pinching it hard giving me a mixture of pain and pleasure as I squealed. “Yaar take it you woman you like rough eh!!” I nodded but added for him to be careful, not too rough. He laughed and pulled my breast back hard. So as to not have to much pain I pulled back also making my buttocks go tight against his bony hips. He grabbed me and pushed my face down into the bed whilst he stuffed his cock into my rear passage. The thought of what he was going to do was driving him wild. When I winced at his hard probe of my rear hole he pulled my hair back “Naar hold still don’t move I not get your rear hole if you move” I kept still as once more he he rammed his hard cock into my rear hole. I was not lubricated so there was a burning sensation making me beg him to go careful but, lost in his lust, he just ignored my pleas. He began to ram into me. The pain went quickly as my hole opened up to his cock. He was enjoying himself parting my buttocks, watching his cock sliding into my rear passage. He kept it up going in and out slowly enjoying the feeling as well as the visual pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of my anus. I could feel his steel hard cock in my rear passage as he went right into the root of his cock. He kept ramming it in fully enjoying my grunts as he fucked me. Anal sex is exciting as it seems to bring out the beast in men using the woman, subjugating her he was no exception loving my anal humiliation. The combination made him very aroused. He would ram then, slow it down pulling by buttocks apart watching himself going in and out or my rectum then ramming again drawing big grunts from me as he hit it hard then slowly I could tell by the noises he was making and the speed he was now ramming into me that he was close to shooting his sperm into my rear passage. He was really grunting gabbling in his dialect. I have no idea what he was saying but it seemed spur him on more and then he thrust hard and deep into me making me grunt loudly as he drove the air from my lungs and then his grunts and mumbling told me he was offloading into my ass. I stayed my face pushed into the bed whilst he held his cock into me letting go a load. Finally with a “Yaar that’s good” he pulled out of my ass and stepped back. I flopped down onto the bed and looked up at him standing there. He was naked his thin wiry very dark body was covered in sweat. His cock now long but flaccid hung between his legs. I looked at what had been up my rear passage my hand slipped down feeling my ravage hole which was now gaping from his ministrations.

He looked down at me and his eyes sparkled as he knew I was his white slut that he was going to enjoy to the full. I said nothing just lay there my ass full of his cum still burning a little from the hard fucking. He then lay down on the bed and pulled me to him pushing his fingers into my pussy watching my face as he rammed them in and out fast enjoying my discomfort, knowing how aroused I was, watching as my orgasm built up. As the hot waves of pleasure spread from my pussy up my ass, along my chest making my nipples tighten he watched me in my most intimate moment of orgasm. I saw his eyes intent on my face before I closed mine and gave over to the pleasure mixed with pain as he kept ramming fingers into me. I shook and twisted as it took control of me unable to have any dignity exposed to his full gaze naked, spread in uncontrollable pleasure. He didn’t stop ramming his fingers into me even though I begged him to stop my orgasm making my pussy all electric and sensitive but he would not stop making me twitch uncontrollably with all the sensations of pain, pleasure, electric sensitivity and humiliation of being so publicly exposed in my most intimate time.

Ready for the massage

great story, made me very hard.

It was very relaxing and sexually really surprising but good. Sailing slowly around in a luxury boat and getting lovely hard cock was a real bonus.

Thanks for sharing
 

That was incredible, made me cum!