In the Valley of the Amazons Ch. 04

I was able to sense small tremors in Hosi's body so I shifted into a higher gear, actively twisting her clit between my fingers. It came like lightning, almost without warning. So massive was her spasm that she leapt more than a foot from the bed in spite of her difficult position. Relieved that she had cum, I followed quickly dumping load after load of slick white semen deep into her bowel. I collapsed onto her as our sweat pooled between her breasts and in her navel. Hosi's reaction? One word—"Awesome!"

We barely had the strength to move—OK, I barely had the strength to move—so Hosi pulled me back to the shower. We washed each other and tried to dry ourselves with the skimpy hotel towels. We fell into the bed naked and pulled the blanket over us as we fell asleep quickly in spite of the grunts and groans coming through the walls and ceiling. The last thing I heard was, "We must definitely do that again." Then she kissed me and I was gone.

I had left a request for a wake-up call at 6:00. It took my best efforts in Portuguese to ensure that the staff knew I was talking about "P.M." not "A.M." I had them call all of our rooms around 7:30 and it was a good decision. As expected the Amazons were fresh as daisies; the men looked like...well, happy, but beaten up. Wait until tomorrow morning. I was thrilled at the men's arrival. As the Queen's consort I was pretty much taken out of circulation. How would it look for the Queen's mate to be hunting up pussy in the village? I did as instructed by Aleppa, but I knew Hosi hated when I had sex with another woman even though she knew it was necessary to increase the size of the tribe. Now with five—no, six—new men I would be free to stay at home where I much preferred to be.

I took Hosi shopping while the men and their new friends "rested." We went to every general store in the city and we bought every frying pan, griddle, and skillet we could get our hands on. These would do until we were able to make our own from cast iron. Sean was an amateur smith and he knew more about making things from iron than anyone I knew. I'd get him straight to work as soon as we reached the village. The only problem was that a typical work day was only four to five hours. The rest of the time would be taken up by warrior training and sex. With the six new men there would now be nine to service almost 450 ripe and eager women. Even the Elders were none too old—barely in their forties and I knew from personal experience that they all wanted to be impregnated, too.

Hosi and I could barely stifle a laugh when we saw the men the following morning. Even Harry and his brother had managed to cum twice each in the afternoon and another two times after dinner; the others even more. The Amazons carried the luggage; the men were lucky they could carry themselves. We loaded the boats as evenly as we could and cast off. We ran upriver at about thirty miles an hour, substantially below our normal cruising speed due to the heavy loads. I doubted we'd had more of a load since our first trip almost two years ago.

En route I could see Hosi speaking in earnest with Tama, the Amazon who had volunteered to take on Harry and his brother Gene; they had fallen asleep on their seats. I heard the story once we were home and in bed. There are definitely no secrets in the village. All the women talked together and their newly found sex lives were the number one topic. I once heard a conversation about an hour-long sexual liaison that had lasted for more than three hours. As a result even the most inexperienced Amazon probably knew more about fucking and sucking than the average male from so-called civilization.

Tama led the men into the room, depositing their luggage on the floor. She had never been in a hotel, but had, of course heard all about them from Hosi and other friends who had come to town with us. She turned to face them and began to strip, "I am so glad to be able to take this off. I have never covered my body before, but Queen Hosi said there would be trouble if we didn't." She dropped her skirt and removed her thong. In seconds she was completely naked while Harry and Gene stood there frozen, taking in her beauty. Tama moved to them and began to remove their clothing. They were both hard as rocks, their erections bouncing and pulsing with excitement. "I have never done this, but I have learned a lot from my friends. There must be some way I can take care of both of you."

Finally, Harry spoke. He was nervous which would have been a surprise to anyone who only knew the joking wise-cracking Harry. "I think you could use your mouth and your pussy...your vagina at the same time. Then, maybe later we could switch...if that's OK with you."

"Yes, I am very willing. Let us use the bed. Should I lie down or what?" They sat Tama on the bed between them, taking turns kissing and fondling her large firm breasts. Tama took each man's organ into her hands, rubbing and caressing each penis and running her hands down to cup their balls.

"Wow," Harry whispered, "Are you sure you've never done this? You're awfully good."

"Yeah," Gene chimed in, "you're doing everything right, but I have a confession—I've never done it either. That's why I wanted to come here." Tama turned to him and kissed him passionately, her tongue finding its way into his mouth. She leaned over and licked his cock exactly as she had heard from her friends. She loved the feeling of power it gave her. She had the feeling that doing this could turn the strongest man to jelly. She enjoyed licking around his helmet and, on impulse, took him deep into her mouth. He reacted exactly as her friends had said he would; she really liked this small man with the big penis.

Gene climbed onto the bed, pulling Tama with him. Harry positioned her on her hands and knees near the edge. He found her pussy flooded with her musky juice. He slid his cock, only a fraction smaller than Gene's into her easily as Tama leaned forward to continue sucking Gene's big cock. Both men were tired from their journey, but they were so excited that they came quickly. Harry fell onto the bed exhausted, but Gene got up, flipped Tama over onto her back and put his mouth to her tunnel.

Gene had been, and technically still was, a virgin but he'd seen plenty of porn. He was tentative at first, but within a minute he attacked her pussy energetically, paying special attention to her hard hot clit. Tama began to shudder; the shudders turned into shakes and eventually to a massive spasm which shook her entire body. "Thank you, Gene that was wonderful." Gene nodded and smiled then he climbed onto the bed next to Tama. They kissed and held each other while Harry slept.

Later they reversed and Gene's virginity was no more. Tama loved the way his cock filled her. She wondered what it would feel like in her ass. She'd heard others talking about it, but couldn't imagine how it would work. She resolved to speak with her Queen in the morning.

It was late afternoon when we reached the falls. As Queen, Hosi went first up the rope. Once she had reached the top she quickly organized a team to help. I recognized our cooks and gave them the best of the skillets. The rest went to the Elders, the other men, and the palace guards. I had spoken at length with Sean on the trip. He had several ideas as to other cooking implements we could make.

This might have seemed a trifle, but feeding the tribe was one of the Queen's primary responsibilities. We already had almost three hundred chickens in a huge coop well below the village where any run-off from rain would not contaminate our water supply. In another two months we'd be able to eat chicken as well as the eggs. The other responsibilities included maintaining the housing and settling disputes, and of course, defending the tribe. Having spent most of my time in our little house with Hosi I had been shielded from most of this, but now I could see how frustrating all this work could be. I had to help her and the best way was always to fuck her until she dropped. My problem was that she had much more endurance than I could ever hope for. Not only was she a woman—she was an Amazon—strong and tougher than nails.

We fell into a pattern, much like in our pre-Queen days. We made love every morning before rising from bed, again after lunch when possible and again in the evening before we retired. Fortunately, for me Hosi was already pregnant and was told by Dennis to curtail actual intercourse. Now we used our mouths and hands on each other. When Hosi was seven months along I had to go to the city; we were in desperate need of some supplies, especially seed for the spring planting. This was the only time we had been separated since my initial return from the U.S. What I saw going down river was terrifying. I rushed back to the valley and called into conference all the men, the military leaders, and my Queen.

I explained what I had seen—massive deforestation—on both sides of the Amazon roughly one hundred miles from the valley. There had been no sign of it just a month ago. I explained my concerns and listed what I saw as solutions. In the end it was Hosi's decision and hers alone. She took almost no time to decide, "I trust you completely, David. Do what you think best. Just keep me informed." I promised her I would and then I did something I dreaded—I told her I would have to be away from her for several days. "Just be ready to take care of me when you get back," she replied and then she gave me a wonderful kiss. I gathered Gene and we left immediately.

CHAPTER 3

Gene and I went right to the boat. We didn't wait to pack or say good-bye. Gene had proven very popular with the Amazons. First of all, he was relatively short and light weight. The women loved to pick him up and carry him around the valley; he kind of liked it, too. Despite his short stature there was nothing short about his cock. I had, of course, seen him in the toilets and the baths.

The toilets! This was the one thing the men had the hardest time adjusting to. Few had yet to fully accept doing their business in front of a bunch of beautiful women. I practically laughed myself off the seat the first time one of the Amazons had offered Sean some of the wide leaves we used to wipe with. Sean, befitting his Irish heritage, had fair skin and red hair. This was the first, but not the last, time his face perfectly matched his hair. Another occurred when one of the Amazons actually offered to wipe his dirty butt.

Gene had the largest cock of any of the men, including me. Several times Hosi had teased me, suggesting that she should have waited. I pretended to pout and we all had a great laugh over it. Now I needed Gene's legal expertise—badly.

Our first stop was the American Consulate. We met with the consul who, greatly to his diplomatic credit, didn't blink an eye when I made my request. He asked us why and we explained. He excused himself and returned to us about twenty minutes later. "What you have requested will be in the next diplomatic pouch. The Secretary told me the 'materials' would be a gift—thanks for a job well done. If you return Thursday afternoon I'll have everything ready." We thanked him and left.

Our next stop was at the local government office where we politely requested to see the person in charge. We wore our crosses and pretended that we were representing our church. "Senhor," I began, "our church is very concerned about the deforestation we have seen. We would like to purchase a large tract of land well upriver to set aside as a preserve—no logging, no hunting, nothing. This way there will always be some wilderness in the future. There are many animals that will be forced into extinction if no action is taken."

"How much would you think about buying?"

"We were thinking about 100 square miles of the most remote portion of the jungle, maybe more if the price was right. I suggest we establish some boundaries using our GPS devices. We could return say...Thursday for an answer. Of course we would expect a formal contract and deed from the government in return."

"How much were you thinking of spending, Senhor?"

"We could go as high as ten million US dollars. We would have to liquidate some investments, but that should take only a few weeks. Will you please make inquiries of the appropriate parties? Do you think we could have an answer by Thursday next?" The official assured us that he could.

Gene and I returned to the boat. "Was it wise to give him the amount so soon? I think we could have bargained."

"You're probably right, but did you see the greed in his eyes? He'll take a cut and his boss will take a cut, and so on and so forth. Some money may actually make it to the public coffers, but that's not my concern. I'll want you to check the contract terms. I can read it for you easily enough, but I'll get lost in those technical legal terms. Let's find a phone. I need to call my financial advisor."

Part of the plan was that I would liquidate my holdings for the purchase. The others would fund any future needs from theirs. I thought I would still have about a million left when we were done; the other men's assets came to just over seven million and that would be plenty for our needs. We stayed overnight and returned to the valley the following day.

As a geologist/explorer for Al-Cor I often had to make measurements of large tracts of land. The valley from side to side—mountain top to mountain top—was approximately 1.75 miles. The length I estimated at seven miles, making the total area about twelve and a quarter square miles. If I centered the valley in the tract we should be able to have a minimum of four miles as a buffer for the valley. I organized a mapping party including Kevin and Scott along with their women. We trekked into the jungle for five days, returning with all the measurements we would need.

I knew that the government would try to cheat us, but I planned to cheat them back, giving them dimensions for more than 125 square miles, not 100. I doubted they thought the "simple missionaries" would ever think about cheating them.

Gene and I headed downriver on Wednesday. We met with the official who showed us their proposed contract. Gene made several key changes, including the issue of mineral rights. We needed the mineral rights; without them any group could invade our territory in search of gold, silver, gems, oil, uranium, or a hundred other reasons and it would be legal if not changed in the contract.

We went to the bank where I was pleased to see that my investments had been deposited. I phoned our government contact and informed him we were ready. I could hear the greed in his voice. I would use it to advantage in the weeks to come.

Our next stop was the Consulate. The Consul had our boxes ready—two crates of 9mm semi-automatic rifles and two crates of ammunition. This was a critical part of the plan. We could use the Amazon warriors and their bows, but the noise of the rifles would help scare off any loggers who might stray into our land. I asked if the Marines could guard the boxes while we made one more stop. I ordered hundreds of signs—POSTED, PRIVATE PROPERTY, TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT, BOCETA LAND COMPANY. We were ready.

The deal was consummated two weeks later. As I anticipated, the official paid no attention whatsoever to the longitudes and latitudes I entered into the contract—all he could see were the dollar signs. We actually wound up with more than 140 square miles, giving us an even greater buffer than I had hoped. Of course, one of their conditions was that the payment be in cash. We signed the contract, obtained the deed, and demanded a receipt—just in case. That receipt could be used to blackmail the official, if necessary.

I was bone weary when I dragged myself into the palace. It was done—we officially owned the land in the valley and roughly four miles on all sides. The signs had been posted and the men had all practiced with the rifles. Getting them from the consulate was critical. There was absolutely no way I could ever explain to the local authorities why a group of peaceful missionaries might need twenty high powered rifles and five hundred thousand rounds of ammunition. We'd had patrols in the past; now we had more. Each of the men went on patrol with his women—all except me. By the time we set up the patrols Hosi was almost ready to give birth.

I practically crawled into our quarters. Hosi would have laughed, but she knew that the tribe's survival was no laughing matter. She undressed me and half-carried me to the baths. I never knew that water could feel so good. She washed me, at least she started to, but several tribeswomen thought it undignified for the Queen to do such menial work. They took over and as they did I wondered what they would think if they ever saw us in bed. Not surprisingly, there were few secrets in the tribe—it was small in numbers and everyone lived in close proximity. The guards had seen us fucking and sucking many times and I was sure that they'd told their friends; like I said—no secrets!

They helped me back to the palace and I thought that I'd be able to finally get some sleep. That's when Hosi showed me the little amphora of oil—what a time to decide she wanted her butt fucked! Mercifully, she did almost all the work. Hosi placed me on our bed, oiled my cock, and lubed her asshole. Then she slowly dropped onto me. "Damn, you're beautiful," I told her.

"No, I'm not. I'm pregnant and fat. Just look at my big belly."

"I am...that's what I think is so beautiful. The rest of you is even better." That brought a smile to her face. She rose up slowly and proceeded to fuck herself. I fingered her cunt and played with her clit. I brought my fingers to my mouth, but Hosi ambushed me, pulling them to hers. I had to go back for another sample before I was permitted to taste my gorgeous wife. Hosi always tasted sweet and musky, no matter that it was after her warrior training or an hour at the baths. I had eaten a few pussies in my day, but never one as tasty or receptive as hers. Of course, the fact that I was madly in love with her made no difference whatsoever. Yeah, right!

I saw that Hosi was getting really excited. Her nerve endings must have been firing non-stop. The look in her eyes told me she was going crazy with her lust. I grabbed her clit, twisting it wildly as I plunged my fingers in and out of her cunt. Dennis had told us it would be OK so long as I didn't go deep. I kept my fingers at just the right depth to stimulate her G-spot. Her immediate reaction was to shake—just a bit at first—but increasing with every passing second. I was at it for almost a minute when she leaned back, held her position, and arched forward violently as her orgasm claimed control over her body.

She seemed dazed when she fell onto my chest. We were both soaked...and exhausted. Eventually, we were able to rise. I led her to the pool for a relaxing swim. We floated together for almost thirty minutes under the moonlight. I could look up and see the stars shining brilliantly overhead. Funny—I had rarely noticed the heavens when I had been working. Then they were nothing more than an opportunity to determine our location. Tonight the skies were beautiful—breathtaking, actually.

CHAPTER 4

Five days later it was Scott's turn to patrol. I was relaxing in our "swimming pool" with Hosi and Kela. Hosi had finally learned to float and was making reasonable progress at actually swimming. I didn't tell her, but I thought she'd have to start from scratch once she had delivered our child. That was only a few weeks away at most. I was bouncing Kela and having a great time when I heard the alarm.

Rini had run all the way to the village, probably more than five miles to tell Queen Hosi that intruders had been found trespassing. I told her I would come. I returned home to dress and retrieve my rifle. Fifteen minutes later Rini and I left along with and additional fifteen armed warriors. I was running all out; they were merely trotting. It was more than hour later that we caught up with the patrol. We huddled quickly while I told them of my plan. The Amazons spread out, but remained concealed awaiting my signal. I flanked the logging party, moving off to their right. I stepped out, rifle at the ready when I thought the time was right. "Alto!" (Stop!) I shouted. There were six of them, all armed.