The Duke's Kamasutra

Dimension, Desire and Stamina

We just left our Inn after a delicious lunch and the refreshed horses trot like the wind into the afternoon.

After our departure in the morning, I slept for two full hours in the arms of my lover as our night-activities took their toll on me. As wonderful as all my releases were, they left my body and mind utterly exhausted and I relished in the gentle care of His Grace till the slumber overwhelmed me. After the first change of our two horses, he rode for some time on his stallion and I admired alternately the unknown scenery of the gentle rolling hills with fields and meadows and his firmly shaped buttocks. I had to smile when I spotted a bull copulating with a cow as such views are not to be avoided in spring and he grinned knowingly back at me. The season fits my introduction into sexual elucidation perfectly.

So now we sit abreast each other. My duke did forewarn me this morning that he would want to breach my maidenly frontier this evening and I'm trying to find relevant informations on the irreversible act of defloration as I don't like to be an ignoramus. Usually he is a patient teacher unless his randy member starts to absorb his brain's capacity and leaves him more of a doer than a thinker. Not that I would complain about that as he's allways compensatet in abundance in the aftermath. For an inquisitive mind as mine I can't imagine a better instructor as him and I must admit that I am looking forward to be broken in and broken through by an experienced lover. So I open my sanskrit treasure, thumb through to the chapter on sexual union and have to laugh out loud.

„You obviously are enjoying yourself" he whispers into my ear and looks over my shoulder. His breath caresses my nape and make my hair stand on end. I blush and point to the paragraph.

„The Kamasutra is very descriptive about the dimension of male and female sexual organs and their fitting. I didn't know there are as many variations. So, are you a hare, a bull or a stallion?" I laugh and poke a finger into his ribs. He snaps my hand and presses it to his crotch, rubbing it over his fast growing member.

„Well, what do you think about my size? Do you think me hare sized?" he growls. I pull my hand deftly out of his grip and sidle it under his small clothes to seize him firmly in my palm.

„I don't know as I have no reference but I find you mighty fine and closer to a Clydesdayle's size" I smile and rub him slowly, moisturizing his top with his precum. „However that raises the question" I continue more seriously „if you will fit my vagina. I don't know if I am of deer, mare or elephant size and according to the book equal unions will lead to the highest pleasure. Do you think I am elephant sized and can hold your penis entirely?" and I squeeze him hard.

He starts to piston his member rhythmically through my palm and exclaims „if your chalice is so snug as your hand, you will fit me like the perfect glove!" and then he just grunts for another two minutes working my hand with his frantic hips until he's shouting his release and spills his seed into my palm again. He slumps into the corner of the carriage, panting heavily and smiling at me from under heavy lidded eyes while I observe the sticky fluid in my palm. I dip my index into it and rub his cum against my thumb.

„A penny for your thoughts?" he asks me.

„It's like glue. It should be patented as such" I answer earnestly and he snorts „imagine a cum glue factory and all those happy men served by nice women to increase their employers business performance."

„Can't they serve themselves?" I ask innocently.

„I'm sure their yield would be much better with a little female assistance" he grins wickedly.

„But it would depends on their force of passion as well. The book describes a small, a middling and an intense temperament and furthermore short-timed, moderate-timed and long-timed stamina. Whereas females would, according to Vatsyayana, profit from a long-timed coitus, a short-timed male would produce more often and be of higher value in a glue factory, don't you think?" I ponder.

„ Woman, you are hilarious!" he guffaws. „You just jerked me off most effectively and are now philosophizing about business ventures?"

„I was my fathers secretary in the East India Company after all ."

„Then I will just turn your head to the first question and verify the depth of your crevice" he grins and tosses my skirts up. „Hold them and spread your legs" he commands and I obey without delay. He sinks onto his knees in front of me and strokes his hand up to the junction of my thighs. „Well, let's measure it then" and he inserts his index deep into my already weeping slit, turning it lightly, searching. „Ah, here is your defile but not for long. I am looking to get rid of it this evening" he grins wickedly, inserts another finger and starts to rub my front wall in earnest. And when he sucks my nubbin between my lips, I forget every business venture I ever had and am left with only my sighs.