In the Valley of the Amazons Ch. 06

We planned carefully. We didn't know how many men he would have with him so we needed plenty of warriors, outstanding with the bow, all of them. I wanted at least three for each of the enemy and I wouldn't know how many that would be until I was on my return from my next trip to the city. I worked out a code I could use on the boat's radio. The next step was to find a place where I could stop the boat on the Amazon, tie off to a tree, and trek directly to the abandoned camp and then to the border of our property where I had placed the skulls. Once we found that we were ready.

The days passed quickly. Soon the day before my departure had arrived. "I hate this, David," Hosi told me with a frown. "I worry about your safety...oh, why lie? I have done nothing but worry since you came up with this crazy plan. Why do you do these things? Think of me and our children!"

"That's exactly why I'm doing it. I want to make sure you're safe and the only way is to take this guy down. I'm pretty sure I'll be OK. Your warriors will pick us up at their camp and we'll ambush them at the skulls. They'll believe me when I tell them I'm going to help. They think I'm just an innocent missionary. I'll be OK. Trust me." Hosi shook her head and pulled me into a hug. She wouldn't kiss me; she didn't want me to see her crying, but I could feel her body shaking.

My left hand reached down to her thighs and I picked her up. I carried her to the bed and laid her down gently, nibbling her ear. She hated when I nibbled her ear. It was the one place where she was ticklish. It was only seconds before she was squirming under me. I pulled back, looking her in the eyes. "I love you. You're going to be stuck with me for a long time—longer than a long time. I promise." This time she did pull me into a long passionate kiss, her soft full lips pressing into mine. I removed my clothes and hers, too. We lay together, our arms and legs intertwined as our tongues danced a dance of love and devotion.

She pushed me onto my back and slid down my pole, engulfing my cock with her hot tight tunnel. Her movements were slow—very, very slow—as though she wanted this coupling to last forever. I swear it must have taken her thirty seconds to rise and another thirty to slide back down again. She leaned forward to rub her nipples over my face. I reached up to grab one intending to suckle, but she was too quick. "Sorry," she laughed, "but I need to save that for Davy. I have something else you can suck on though."

She rose off my cock and sidled forward until she straddled my chin, her delectable, but sloppy, pussy right over my mouth. I rose up to sample her sweet musky nectar. It was spread all over her pussy from our brief interrupted fucking, but that was more than OK with me. I loved the way she tasted and the more delicious nectar she produced the more I loved it. I started at her asshole, teasing her there with light touches of the tip of my tongue. She squirmed in a combination of anguish and ecstasy. My tongue covered her pussy as I licked all the way up to her clit. Over and over I licked until her pussy was completely clean...on the outside anyway.

My tongue penetrated my woman. I cleaned her tunnel—a futile effort, she could always make more, and I knew she would, especially with my tongue in there. I tickled her clit with my nose; she jerked in response, so of course I did it again and again. Giggling, she implored me to stop. I looked up to see she was begging, "Please, David...why don't you fuck my cunt instead? I really want you in me now. "

I would have jumped up in shock had she not been sitting on my head, "Where did you learn to talk like that? It's bad enough to say 'fuck,' but 'cunt' is really terrible. I should wash your mouth out with soap." Relenting a bit when Hosi looked apologetic, a tear forming in her eye, I continued, "OK, c'mon...there's no reason to cry. You made a mistake—we all do—and to show you I forgive you I will...fuck your cunt, that is." I laughed as I lifted her body up and moved it down, bringing my cock to her sex. I dropped her slowly...gently... onto my organ. She was the mother of my children and she would be a mother again. I rose up, savoring once again the tender torture her pussy gave me—tender because of the soft smooth texture of her silky tissues, torture because every second I was in there made me want so terribly to cum and cum again.

I could tell from her eyes that the fooling was over. She was getting down to business. We loved to fuck each other—had right from the very first time and we loved to make each other climax. The sensation of her sweat mingling with mine, of clutching her to my chest to rest after a vigorous workout was nothing less than fantastic. We began our rhythm, the tempo we always used when we were joined together. It created more than enough friction for both of us, but was not hurried. We weren't in a rush; this was how we showed how much we loved each other. We rocked together, Hosi squeezing me while rubbing her sensitive clit against my pubic hair.

My hands gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh as we moved, eyes locked on each other, mouths silent in concentration as we worked together. We usually increased our pace steadily, but tonight Hosi obviously wanted our union to last. We made love for almost an hour. She told me that her pussy tingled wildly for the last half. Finally, it began to hurt. She endured the pain to bring our coupling to a wonderful conclusion. I couldn't recall ever cumming with such force or as much intensity. Hosi finally came, her body shaking, having lost all semblance of control. She literally collapsed onto me. "You'd better come back to me. I don't know what I would do without you." She cried again, this time until we fell asleep.

CHAPTER 6

I rose early, ate a hearty breakfast and walked with Hosi to the waterfall. We kissed briefly; I was afraid that a lengthy embrace would cause her to cry once again. I hugged Kela and kissed my infant son and I was gone. I had decided to take no weapon. They would be armed, of that I was sure however I was supposed to be a peaceful missionary. I had to play that role to perfection, therefore—no gun.

The trip downriver was uneventful. I passed my projected landing area, carefully marked with three hatchet slashes on the side of a tree. It was just before three when I docked and tied up the boat. I climbed onto the dock carrying a worn map of the jungle. Soon I ambled along examining several store windows en route to the square where I was to meet Benedito. I fingered my cross as I approached the fountain. It was old and filthy, covered with grime and algae and pigeon shit, but it was a popular meeting place. I could see Benedito and two comrades waiting, but not too patiently.

I greeted him, "Ah...Benedito, how wonderful to see you again. I bring news of your cousin. I can't say if it is good or not, but I know where he has been with those horrible men. Come...bring your friends. Let us join together for a cup of coffee while I show you this map. It is old, but still quite accurate. The natives have located a broken down camp that may have belonged to those men. Here, let me show you." I hoped I wasn't laying it on too thickly. I ordered four coffees and spread the map on the table.

"Here is where the tribe has found the camp. We can bring my boat to the river's edge here." I pointed to an area along the Amazon which was less than fifteen miles from the camp. "You can see it is much shorter this way. We will have to cut our way through the jungle, but it will still be much faster than going overland from here. My boat is big enough to carry all of us and the gear we will need for a short trek. I hope my tribe will meet us there, but I cannot guarantee it...they are very shy and nervous." I babbled on as I thought a naïve theologian might. They agreed to go with me early the following morning.

We met at the dock and stored all the gear. I was expecting some weapons, but this was ridiculous. I had no idea how they were going to carry all this stuff. They each had an assault rifle and two pistols and a ton of ammo. I backed off the dock and headed out. I told them I had to make a radio call at 10:00, just to let the other missionaries know that we had met and that I would be delayed. I picked up the microphone at ten sharp. It was set to channel 16, the international call channel. 'Brother Scott...Brother Scott, this is Brother David...over."

"Brother David...this is Brother Scott. What news do you have?"

"I met the man and we are headed back, but it may be many days before I am able to return to you and the tribe. Over."

"Roger...Brother Scott out."

"Brother David out." The message had been sent. The use of the term "many days" meant that there were two in addition to Benedito. We'd have plenty of Amazons to handle them, probably many more than needed. I drove along the left bank looking for the three slashes. I told them that one of the natives had made them to guide us. That was one of the few actually true things I told them.

One of the natives—Tama—had made the marks only three days ago. We found them four hours after leaving. I pulled the boat to the bank. One of them jumped out with a line that he fastened to the tree. I retied it more securely, knowing that Sean would pick it up in a couple of hours and return it to the waterfall. I'd be walking back. They'd be staying.

We trekked through the jungle. It was tough going. Even I had a machete. It was needed to cut our way through the thick brush. We walked until the sun began to set. I helped make a quick meal and settled in to my sleeping bag, reminding myself to pray before sleeping. I knew I had no reason for concern. Hosi and her warriors had picked us up at the river.

We woke with the sun. I remembered to pray again before we resumed our hike. We found the abandoned camp just after nine. "I am sorry to tell you that the natives have taken much of the poachers' gear. I hope we can find them so you can get your cousin back."

"What? Oh, yeah...we definitely want to get Paulo back, don't we, guys?"

"Yeah...we're doing all this for our old buddy Paulo." They chuckled as I led them out of the camp along the trail that had been marked.

I stopped just before reaching the line of skulls. They were less than fifty feet ahead in the brush. I removed my hat and ran my hand through my hair. This was the signal to get ready. I could imagine Hosi and her warriors nocking their arrows in their bowstrings. I walked another twenty feet before turning and facing the men. Their rifles were slung on their shoulders, their pistols holstered. "Well, gentlemen, we're almost at the end of your journey. Your friends are just ahead...what's left of them anyway." Hosi and twenty warriors stepped out of the jungle; arrows flew at the startled poachers killing the two, but only wounding Benedito—one arrow in each bicep. I knelt as he bled into the dry earth.

"You know, Benedito, pausing before describing Paulo as your cousin was a huge mistake. It put me on guard and then when Paulo told me who you really were I knew we'd have to take care of you...and your buddies, too. These are the 'natives' with whom I live. This gorgeous creature is not only my wife, she's also the Queen. Trust me, she'd have no compunctions about killing you and neither would any of the others. These two over here are Paulo's lovers so I think they'd look forward to killing you slowly, especially after seeing how you tortured him. Paulo told us all about you—how mean and sadistic you are, how much you enjoyed making him suffer. We all like Paulo; he's very polite and caring so we were shocked to see those marks on his butt and his crooked broken fingers. He told us you did that just for fun so we have a special fun thing to do with you.

"You were looking for your friends and now you've found them." I pointed ahead and stepped aside so he could see the mounted skulls. "Just think, you'll be able to spend eternity with them in hell, but first you're going to suffer like you've never suffered before." Tama lifted him easily, carrying him away. His dead friends soon followed. Tama laid him on the ground, tying his wrists and ankles to the vines we had attached to pegs last week on our last visit to the jungle.

"See that big mound over there, Benedito? There are maybe ten million ants in there, maybe more—who really knows? They'll find your friends soon and they'll smell your wounds. Pretty soon they'll be paying you a visit, too. These are army ants—big and mean. They'll eat anything that gets in their way—living or dead." I stood, joined Hosi, kissed her and turned away leaving the ants to do their work.

CHAPTER 7

I hadn't allowed Paulo to join us in the jungle. I thought it might be too much for him emotionally. It was almost too much for me and I had no connection with the loser Benedito at all. We picked him up by the stone steps. I remembered Hosi guiding me so gently down each step when we first met that bright morning years ago. So much had happened since then—most of it really good. I knew I was a changed man and it was all because of Hosi. I wanted her to know so I stopped, pulled her to me and kissed her madly. She was surprised, but she didn't resist. Instead she kissed me back as the tribeswomen hooted and laughed.

"What was that for," she asked once we had broken the kiss.

"Just for being you," I replied making her even more confused than she had been before. She batted her eyes at me, her face showing the confusion she felt. I didn't speak. I just pulled her into another long and wonderful kiss, our tongues searching in what is now very familiar territory for yet undiscovered areas of pleasure and ecstasy. My hands went to her heavy breasts. I hefted her huge milk-laden mammaries, still firm after two pregnancies. I broke the kiss and when her eyes questioned me I responded immediately, "I want to get you back home where I can take care of you properly. I hate to admit it, but I've been terrified for weeks."

Hosi gave me a look that could kill, but said nothing. She took my hand and led me away. We walked into the village with the other members of the ambush team. She turned left away from the palace and I found myself with her at the pool. Now I was confused—didn't she want to...? She removed my clothing, stepped out of her skirt and G-string, leaving the sandals at the edge of the plaza. She took my hand again and led me into the cool water. We ducked under—it did feel great to remove the sweat and the stench of those men from my body. Hosi positioned me near one of the stone blocks, "Watch me float," she said. I was so intent on what she said I lost track of what she was actually doing. She was floating all right, but her legs were open so we were crotch to crotch. Before I realized what had happened she had maneuvered her pussy around my hard cock. She held my hands and was using that leverage to actually fuck herself on my cock, making little wavelets in the pool.

I was about to complain, but she shushed me, "Take a good look around you, David. What do you see? Tell me." I looked right and my mouth fell open. Paulo stood near the pool wall with Lita (or was it Lina?) sitting on his cock and fucking herself slowly while her sister licked alternatively at her nipple and his. Farther down was Sean with his two. Misa looked like she was swimming, but her ass was holding her still, clamped down around his dick. She raised her head periodically, showing her ecstasy.

I turned left to see Harry and Sila. Just one look told me how much in love they were. I'd have to speak to Hosi about declaring them mates. They made no attempt to disguise what they were doing. Sila had her arms around his neck as she rode his cock. I doubted that they even knew anyone was watching—they only had eyes for each other. I glanced at Hosi. She had seen them, too. She mouthed the words, "Mates, for sure!" I grinned and nodded my agreement. Harry had finally made it.

I looked all around the pool. All the men and their partners were actively fucking right out here in the open where they could and would be seen by anyone who was here or passing by. Hosi wanted the sex to be an open book and she'd gotten her way. I asked her about it; she replied without hesitation, "Don't I always? I got you, didn't I?" I leaned down and, placing my hands behind her breasts, pulled her vertical, my cock remaining in its place. I brought her up in front of me, kissed her neck as we continued to fuck. I nibbled her ear lobe and whispered to her, "I will always love you." We kissed then and as we did the world around us disappeared into a mist. We were the only two people on earth.