Daisies and Lillies Part 1.

[A.Syed Masood]

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faltering of this performed lady-killer and had withdrawn from him to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.

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