Message-ID: <3220eli$9708220941@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: masport@cyber.net.pk (A.Syed Masood) Subject: Daisies and Lillies Part 1. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <33FD5EAB.4899@cyber.net.pk> DAISIES AND LILLIES PART 1. YOUTHFUL HEART Oh! Talk not to me of a name great in Story, The days of our Youth are the days of our Glory. (Lord Byron) The early childhood experiences are so powerful that they remain buried deep in the human memory long after their happening. I am recounting some early recollections that are fresh in my mind as they were decades ago. We look before and after, And pine for what is not: (We look back and forth and grieve for things we could not possess or achieve.) (Shelley.) I was young in time. My father was the ruler of a very large and a powerful state which was situated near the borders of Nepal. However, in words only, the entire territory, and its treasures, had been forcefully usurped by the English marauders and only some internal control of the state was left to us. That great amity was a friendly gesture for voluntarily gifting the state to the British Crown. Though all political and civil protocols were provide to him but he was toiling under the sway of the British Empire and any major decision strictly needed the approval of the Viceroy. Her Majesty in his all benevolence had decorated him with various high voiced titles for his meritorious service of keeping a 'neutral posture' towards the atrocities which was perpetrated by the English forces on the enslaved Indians. Infact, striped of all his lands and military powers, he had a very little choice in the matter. He being a very astute statesman never antagonised the British therefore, enjoyed more confessions and powers than any other contemporary ruler who, out of animosity, called him the Queen's pawn. He was a foreign educated, thoroughbred and a remarkably generous gentleman. He was a tall, well built and a very handsome person, known for his meticulous dressing, aesthetic sense and soft manners. He was extremely popular among women who hovered around him like bees. Incidentally he was averse to alcoholic drinks, not by the reason of any Heaven's forbiddance, but for the simple objective that it always distressed his stomach and restricted him to the bed. My mother, a very beautiful but a simple woman, could not tolerate the faltering of this performed lady-killer and had withdrawn from him to stay with her wealthy parents. 'Though she was only a fleeting glory; No god can erase her from my memory!' To provide luxury to my barren life, she had bequeathed me with a king size steel vault full of gold ingots, sovereigns, jewellery and countless stacks of British and Indian currency notes. Ironically the most needed wealth, the love of parents, was not within my domain. Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of the saddest thought. [Our best happy moments are tinged with some pain. Our best songs are those which portray the saddest events.] (Shelley) Our town was surrounded by lofty mountains, natural beauty and intemperate climate. The summers were excellent but the winters extremely cold with a long period of snowfall, and the whole valley remained frozen in the snowy season. The inhabitants of the these nearby mountains were of a such vicious disposition that even the Government avoided a direct confrontation with their private laws and customs. Their women were extremely fair and beautiful, though thoroughly promiscuous, but beyond the reach of a common man outside their tribe. In the summer seasons, they usually came to the plains to farm the fields or be employed by rich families where they had clandestine affairs with their masters and mothered their bastard children. The penalty of they being discovered was expulsion from the tribe or a silent death and the guilty male, but a British Indian subject was comparatively safe. The administration had specific warnings to the local inhabitants to avoid such incidents, and in case of non-compliance, undertook no guarantee of their safety. We lived with our grandeur in our ancestral palatial mansion which was handed from father to son. The building was constructed on old Indian architectural design and its tall marbled Corinthian columns, gables, domes and towers were visible from miles ahead. The house had dozens of idle halls and rooms but one special hall was more sacred than a church and kept under strict vigilance. It contained the family's archives, large paintings of our ancestors and their battle outfits, commemorating the bye gone glory. Hidden somewhere in the depth of this room, unknown even to me, was our family's ancient treasure which somehow my father had astutely concealed from the greedy eyes of the English robbers. However, the guest were purposely shown this room even if they were reluctant. The purpose was to ward off any suspicious as to its real significance. Their were two divans, private and public. The private divan, however, divested of its former celebrity, was used only when a delegation from the Viceroy called on my father. At the outer portion of the mansion, there was a open space large enough to accommodate a crowed assembly, and was called the public divan. It served the purpose of holding the open Kutchery where my father, like a tiny god, decided the fate of humanity. Though very generous and lenient with the poor, but he always punished the erring ones. The men and old women were penalised to work in the fields but the young women and girls, usually accused of adultery or elopement, were ordered to serve their servitude period in the mansion, but with a suitable salary. The open portion of the building had large gardens, vast grassy lawns, wide-open spaces and large oak trees which were covered with dense over hanging creepers. Amid these gardens, there was a large natural pond with a massive concrete bridge There was also a network of private roads. The servant quarters were located at the end of the house. They had no physical connection with the main building and only an electrical bell served to call the maids to their duty. The entire area was surrounded by huge walls and armed guards which was a protection against any unauthorised entry. Behind those walls were our very vast cultivated lands and live stocks to produced meat, vegetables and other supplies which generated a very handsome income. Next to that was a big stable that housed several fine horses of the rarest breed. Master was very fond of polo but I relished long rides in the summer season and skirted the city in the early of the morning. The playboy mentality of my father biased him from engaging males for the upkeep of the mansion, and they were not allowed even to set their feet in the compound. Consequently an army of salaried maids, along with the other penalised females, slaved in the house and none of them could ever leave the premises on any pretext whatsoever except by the personal grant of High Highness, the Big Master. Those women were treated with great kindness and leniency and all the amenities of life were at their doorstep. Their sole duty was to look after the house and please the Master. They also sometimes had his exclusive guests, rich and handsome, who filled their pockets with money and empty nights with love. The women were extremely happy at that arrangement as they were highly paid, well fed and well clothed. The Big Master, who was beyond the approach of an ordinary citizen, personally cared to their needs, gave them expensive jewels and gold coins when they made him happy. Once in the house, they never wanted to leave but with a sad and broken heart. It was a perfect harem, a collection of the most beautiful girls and women who tendered to our slightest 'whim.' In this arena of fairies and mermaids and I was a Raja Inder. I inherited a great deal from my father; in fact, I was a picture of his glorious youth. His giant physical proximity, his great mental abilities, his extreme sexual vigour, and perversion which I used to the best of my competence. The confines of our secluded house coupled with the privilege of unlimited availability of women, awarded the Master excellent opportunities for fun and frolic. The greatest benefit occurred to me as the women's young daughters and sisters usually lodged with us and were a part of the household. I made them my friends and they gave me the freedom of exploring their hearts and handling their choicest parts. The women wore peculiar broad-based loose petticoats with small and tight blouses, which were so, due to paucity of the fabric or as a custom, I could not gather. Some of them were wrapped in a sari that also served the purpose of a blouse, as they wore none. The young, married and unmarried mothers breast-fed their infants with full impunity. The children fondled, fiddled and frolicked with their heavy breasts, sucked at the erect nipples, and did all sort of things that I would had given a world to do. They were entirely off guard when performing the household chores and I could view their dangling breasts, long nipples, and slippery thighs that their scanty apparels failed to hide. The maids were very fond of drinking home-made beer and smoking rolled tobacco leaf mixed with some euphoric compound. When fully intoxicated, they burnt with the effect of the potion and to relieve the heat they would uncover their breasts, pull up their petticoats and carelessly throw their legs wide apart. At that moment, they were extremely aroused and would happily lay with any male in sight, old or young. I always got a complete view, for minutes together, of their silky soft thighs, hairy Mound of Venus, gleaming clitoris, thick lips and the hungry red gash which overflowed with the lecherous fluid. There were such large varieties of cunts that I may not ably replicate them in a single volume. Some were big, the others enormous and some quite small and tempting. The lips of the larger ones were completely ruptured and the wide vaginas peeped like a dark unfathomable canal. The younger girls' cunts had a clean Mound of Venus, the lips pasted together and the vagina almost invisible. However, the erect and protruding clitoris, was always prominent and served as a beacon of invitation. The sight was extremely exiting and nerves wrecking. I was only a starved spectator who was completely devastated and left in bereavement at being devoid of the dainty fruits so near, yet, so out of reach. They were completely oblivious of their nakedness and totally unconcerned with what their exhibition might cause to an idle beholder. Differently, they would have cared even less if they suspected a peeping tom and might have prolonged, or improved their fanfare, to lure a young male to their service! Since I was the only male receivable at hand, they treated me with the greatest love and care and enjoyed me to the fullest. They would seat me between the joint of their thighs, kiss my lips and un-seemingly titillate my penis and the balls. To arouse my carnal instincts further, they would expose themselves and play with each other's genitals. To me, the heat and softness of their sexes were extremely thrilling and would instantly instate a prodigious erection which would not appease without a suitable entertainment, that is, masturbation. I was probably fondled by more women in my youth than an average playboy hopes to, in his entire 'Voyage of Conquest.' Being young, I was considered a part of their lives and was at full liberty to partake the joys of their most intimate cunt-affairs. They candidly enumerated the details of the fuckings by their husbands, paramours, and masters, or persons unknown. The most fucked ones wore the crown of achievement, and were respected as such. The institution of marriage had very little reverence in their eyes, consequently illegitimate children were very abound and readily excepted in the poor family. They were generally the outcome of adultery between the maids and men from rich families. The children always carried a distinctive family strain, and when fully grown up, they were inducted in services of their illegal fathers as their personal assistants, but in fact, they acted as dignified pimps for arranging them wine and women. Though the poor wretches had no hope of claiming the high ancestry but many of them contrived to oust or lay inert the real inheritors of the estate by involving them with beautiful concubines, gambles and intoxicants. They could never officiate the family's high pedestal but clandestinely ruled its affairs, carried a high head and commanded more trust and weight than the meaner men of the society. The entire culture thrived on such ludicrous values. There was 'a premium on illegitimacy.' My father was a regular absentee from the town on account of inspecting the distant farms and remained away for long periods of time. Therefore, I found it convenient to leave the luxury of my bedroom and sleep with the maids in their quarters. It was on the contention of being alone but the real reason was to enjoy their lewd company and lecherous behaviour. It was the sight of their naked bodies which spurred me to this suitable alibi. The sleeping place was a large hall with a wooden floor covered with thick layers of woollen rugs as an effective means to ward off the cold draft. At one end of the hall there was a big fireplace fed with big logs of wood and the orange flames created a charming surroundings very suitable for romance. I was very eagerly invited by the maids as they too wanted a hot male in their cold beds. The young girls wished me to sleep with them but I always chose a matured woman. I knew from experience their usefulness, as with them the possibility of a sexual intercourse existed which the young virgins could never offer. I was peculiarly attracted towards a newly interned woman. She was very graceful, tall and thin lady with a delicate face, a narrow neck, shinning voluptuous eyes, heavy breasts and very wide buttocks. She welcomed me with a soft greeting on her exotic lips. Her smiles were the smiles of the flowers. Naturally I accepted her offer to the dismay of the other women. She received me in her bed and, after the lights were gone, she briefly kissed my cheeks and closed her eyes. I, judging my failing furlough, breathed a bleak sigh and resigned to my defeat and took a very disturbed sleep. The night had begun its long journey towards the dawn but I was wide awake and propounding some strategy to gain the closeness of this licentious woman. I crept very near and placed my hand on her shoulder. She moved nor objected to my audacity. I ventured forth, cupped her breasts, plucked her nipples in my fingers and, out of my rising passion, treated them rather unfairly. She opened her sleepy eyes and hugged me closer. I said, 'dear, you are very sweet, I like you.' She whispered sharply, 'silence, ears are here; they hear everywhere.' I quickly removed my clothes, pulled up her blouse and petticoat, wrapped my body around her and caught her lips in a perpetual hold. Were they flowers or buds? I was strangely suffocated by the touch of that completely naked Amazon queen. The animal heat and the piquant aroma rising from her womanhood totally disabled my senses. She was heaving very heavily and stings of her fiery breath were burning patterns on my neck and cheeks. She pressed my head so strongly on her breasts that her erect nipples almost touched my throat. I, having an uncanny desire to bite the hard apples, sharply closed my teeth on one of them. She groaned with pain and replied the assault by deeply digging her sharp teeth on my shoulders. I retorted with an equal callous and the game of attack and retreat continued. Now I became intrepid and travelled my hands to her back, buttock and finally her cunt. The spot was soft, wet and hot as the fireplace itself. She held my hands, pressed it to her clitoris and motioned me to jerked it up and down quickly. I was keeping up my endeavours very effectively, and in return, she was obliging my penis. In this war of love, I was losing very quickly and was nearing the end as she ran her hands very briskly on my prick, masturbated it, and squeezed my balls. As a sequel to the end, I tried to mount her but she said in my ears, 'not in that way dear, I am unclean. Lie by my side and increase the pressure of your hand, you are much too milder, possess and massage my nut rigidly. Treat me savagely, terrorise me, or tear me to bits with strong bites and please yourself to your content, but you may not fuck.' This strange remonstration was utterly dishevelling but I waded forward, guided by the strong currents of my emotions. Unmindful of her words, I tried to mount her again but this time she gruffly brushed me aside. I had no more trials but sighed a moan, almost a sob, as the greatest opportunity of my life had trickled throw my fingers. I kept up the good work and, among sighs and sexy epithets, she discharged very powerfully for several minutes like a river which had torn its bank, wetting my hands and her thighs with her fluid of pleasure. Then the movements of her hands on my penis became very frantic, I became senseless and, finally not able to hold my piety, inundated her whole hand with a large quantity of my sperms. We said nothing but deeply embraced, kissed and arms in arms were drowned in a trance of quietude. I slept late in the afternoon but when I woke up, she was gone. That was a solitary affair as the head maid, Black Mama, had noticed with apprehension my early occupation with that maid in the field of sex. She banished her to the fields and, with the threat of notifying the His Highness, prohibited the other maids from overstepping their insignificant existence. I could not bring the matter in the open and, therefore, chose to close the affair as amicably as possible. The close company of these wild women, the constant handling of my sensitive parts, the wicked exhibition of the genitals and their lewd dialogues had made me sexually alive much earlier than any other boy of my age. Therefore, when I could not reach the mature maids, I found it wiser to be contented and amuse myself with their young daughters. I sought their treasure, to achieve my pleasure. There were numerous of them and I prized one more than the other. I carefully selected some receptive girls and, on the pretext of playing, invited them to the garden. I cunningly chose such games which had a greater element of body contact, such as tug of war, and so on. As the games proceeded, I made it a point to strongly crush them to my chest, hit their breasts, and at times poke my stiff prick on their virgin cunts and bum-holes. During the game I felt an urge to pass water. Standing by the bole of a tree, I opened the zip of my shorts and drew out my erect brawny prick. The girls witnessing the ironclad cock sent forth long sighs of carnality, their breath quickened, their faces red and their eyes dripped with lust. I caught one of them, pressed her breasts, and pulling up her petticoat mauled her cunt with my stiff rod. That ensued a remarkable change in their attitude and then they on purpose collided with me, each waiting for her turn to be manhandled. Their sex momentum rose and they quickly fell prey to my ingenious plan. Now the ice being broken, we pondered as to how to enjoy this new-found happiness. We needed total seclusion, therefore, some isolated place had to be determined. We brought our heads together and hunted for a suitable spot. There were numerous idle rooms in the house which were rarely used but unfortunately locked and secured. We chose a far flung store which had all requisites appropriate for our needs. However, finding the keys was the responsibility of the girls which they accomplished promptly. Once in the room, we quickly undressed and fell in a game of orgy and enjoyed each others thoroughly. I pressed their growing breasts, drank wine from their blooming lips, rubbed their clits and taught them how to masturbate. I professed to introduce my cock in their cunnies but the girls were so afraid that they did not permit me even to insert my finger in their vaginas let alone my brawny prick. Though, some of the matured girls who coveted to be fucked, invited me to be their lover, but as soon as my prick assaulted their virginity, they shirked with pain and drew away from this terrible endeavour. As a compensation, they obliged me by sucking my happy prick and tonguing my balls. In return, I rewarded them suitably by offering them the same entertainment. At the end, this mutual mouth transactions made us come together very strongly and with a great frenzy. We were extremely cheerful to have achieved a new purpose of life but the desire of a real intercourse remained burning in our virgin breasts. We practised the game with full fervour as and when the opportunities warranted. It gave us a world of new joys, and slightly relieved our passions and satisfied us momentarily but at the enormous cost of adding fuel to the eternal fire. Masturbation and wantonness, therefore, became my chief sport until Cindy came as a lucky break through in my murky life. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /