Not Quite a White Knight Bk. 03 Pt. 04

Kwool seconded the motion. "I need to adjust a bit, but we really would like to get back to it." Then she glanced at Belen. "We don't mind visitors, some of us are used to having an audience." She meant the cave, where many women explored the physical expression of love with those they brought or found there.

The Patron and I were not the type of men to neglect the delicious ladies who had been wrapped around our hard cocks so delightfully. The Patron resumed what he had been doing to pleasure Resha, building up his movement until he was ramming in and out of her with vigor. She quickly resumed her moans of pleasure and praise.

While Resha was making her request Kwool shifted her body around, so we were face-to-face standing up. I co-operated as she directed so once we were standing that way she moved my hands to her bottom and then lifted herself so I was supporting her weight. Then both of her powerful legs wrapped around my hips, she lifted herself, shifted her hips and slipped my cock into her body.

Kwool was very strong and again I had to marvel at her balance and control as she repositioned herself for impalement our mutual pleasure. She did most of her communicating with her intense kisses and her body, especially her muscle tension, which was applied to my cock with a rhythm and strength that was impossible to resist without pulling out. It felt too good for that option to even enter my mind. I had not really gone down at all. In this position, where her balance was not an issue, her powerful pussy muscles deliberately took me to climax quickly. I had no say in it. She relished the process.

As the first spurt shot out of my cock into Kwool's core her legs, which were wrapped around my waist, pulling me in very tight. She held my shoulders and leaned back, forcing my cock to stay deep as it kept spurting. "Oh, my Chief, such a gift you have for me..." I felt her calf muscles, powerful and unyielding, as they flexed against my butt in perfect timing with each squirt. I felt a little like she was squeezing me like a tube of toothpaste. This woman was so very much in control of her body, and she easily took control of me using her long, strong legs.

"Oh please... like... again... viper..." she whispered.

I knew instantly what she wanted. On my third spurt I pressed the nails of my thumb and fore-finger, where they held her lovely soft delicate nipple, into her flesh like a viper's piercing bite. I felt her entire body shiver as she arched in response to the focused pain, it was just what she wanted. She gasped and her head thrashed side-to-side. With her legs around my waist and her arms grasping my shoulders my other hand was free so I gave the same treatment to her other breast, "biting" both just short of hard enough to break skin, on my third spurt. That got Kwool off again, her entire body reacted this time, with muscles flexing in spasm from her toes to her eyebrows. Since she held me so tight I felt every bit of it. She squeezed against me, inside and out, with focus, driving my cock just a little bit harder into her. (I was as deep as I could go.) She pulled her upper body up tight against my chest, and I bit her ear with my teeth, again using just-short-of-breaking-skin force. I felt the nails of her hand rake my back as she pulled me tighter, enough to leave marks I would feel for the rest of my time in the Colony. I guess we both wanted that, she finally made a noise, less than a moan but more a very primal growl, as her nails marked my body and her pussy took my cum deep inside.

I had no choice but to finish filling her pussy, pumping the rest of my load into her body. As I did her body writhed and twisted as her muscles flexed in pleasure every moment. I realized that it was all very cat-like - suddenly I was a very enjoyable scratching post.

She said I was giving her a "gift." In the back of my mind for just a moment I wondered where she was in her woman's cycle, if the gift could be adding another child to my bounty, one who was from the tribe. Women of the tribe do not have access to the pill, there is no doctor or pharmacy. Instead they have learned from their own bodies, using home-grown drugs and natural methods, to know where they are in the cycle. They can sense, and adjust over time, but they cannot really control the moment.

Would Mer object to such a child? Something she said, the tone rather than the words themselves, suggested she might. We would have to talk.

The thought fled as soon as it formed, I was distracted by other things - like feeling extremely good in my delicate parts. The thought came back two days later, but I did not get around to asking before I left.

Next to Kwool and I, Resha was getting her full helping of the Patron's cum she had requested - like she was in charge. She was thanking the Patron, praising him in Hindu while taking his essence from his balls with her body, using one of the the oldest, most primitive rituals known on humans: the face-to-face mutual climax. He was still atop her, but their body language said she was demanding, and taking, what she wanted and what she felt her pussy deserved - like it was her right.

I would say the Patron was pleasantly surprised by the momentary exchange of power in his fuck of Resha. The truth was that he loved a lusty, demanding woman on his cock. In a moment Resha had captured more than his cock, and she could do what she wanted with her prize. She just did not know it yet.

While watching us, Belen and Ernie had no chance to keep their hands to themselves. The robes fell open. They moved to stand behind a chair that was convenient. There Belen bent forward, supporting herself by holding the chair-back, pulling her robe aside, offering her pussy to her husband. Ernie stepped behind her, parted her folds of flesh to expose her entrance and, like the long-married couple they were, they smoothly made themselves one loving body. They were in a position where they could both keep their eyes on our little floor show.

Soon after Ernie and Belen started, the Patron and I each finished our pleasant business inside our partners. What was firm started to become soft. Kwool untwisted and stood on her own legs again, embraced me like she was holding on for life, then rested a little and recovered her breath. Finally she whispered a quick apology to me, gave me a deep kiss and said she had to leave. I asked if she wanted me to clean her up but she declined. As the tribe's helicopter pilot she needed to be ready to fly by 8 in the morning, and it was now close to 11 at night. She really needed eight hours of rest, but she hated to leave. She forced herself to stay in my arms for a few moments accepting kisses about her face, followed by one more passionate mouth kiss with a whispered "thank you." Then I let go of her. Looking guilty but unable to resist one final act she crouching down and took my softened cock into her mouth, "so I have something to make pleasant dreams as I sleep." Then with a word to Resha, Kwool left, I presume for Marta's room.

Resha was also finishing up with the Patron, except she felt the natural urge to go to her knees and make a bit of a professional production out of cleaning his softening cock in her mouth. It was a top professional job, the Patron had to hold on the the furniture while her tongue did things too wonderful to imagine without having a cock and experiencing them. She did it in a way where her body language screamed an expression of her thanks and appreciation.

Grandfather was delighted with her attitude and how she used her smile on him. He appreciated it.

I knew Resha had a meeting tomorrow morning with Frida and some of the others about the bachelor party. She was still assigned to my bed, so she asked me quickly if she could join Kwool.

I said "...sleep and other things to help you sleep?" Her smile said I guessed right. They had planed to share something creamy to help them dream, I knew there were two fresh creampies the girls might enjoy as a sweet mutual bedtime snack when they got into bed. Of course I would have liked to watch, but that might well cause other things, and keep people up too late. So I gave my blessing and sent her on her way. "That sounds fine. Tell Kwool I said pleasant dreams to you creamy sweet girls."

Resha's eyes sparkled at the comment, emotionally she was more alive than I had ever seen her, I'm guessing we were all on the same track and they had planned this ahead of time. They were such clever girls.

Stopping at the door, Resha came back and whispered a special thanks for me, for allowing her to expand her knowledge of my family. She said that my grandfather was nothing like she expected, which was a case of old memories from her time working calls as a whore. She whispered, "If my child were here, I might be tempted to stay. If only you had doctors..."

I agreed it was a great concern, medical issues were a big reason I would move my people the other direction, toward a life in LA. But when we talked the next day I did have to point out that there was no crime here, no traffic accidents, no drunken behavior, no stripper malls, no gangs, no lawyers or bent cops and all those other things that make life in LA so exciting. She was amazed to hear that litany of life's troubles in LA, she did not realize all she was missing being here.

Plus, we know many people live long happy lives without ever seeing a doctor.

I finished by saying, "We in the Colony all come from the small band of true veteran conquistadors and the ten maidens they married with their bodies, making us one big family."

I could see how her eyes had opened, she changed her view of this place. Wheels turned, and she gave a look that said she would think about it. Then she was gone, presumable to enjoy a creamy Prince feast between Kwool's long kegs while she was enjoyed in turn.

Once the girls were gone the Patron expected a very relaxing night in his own bed, his first time without company since Marta arrived with her hunger for my grandfathers and their meat. Marta was still with her father. Mer and Pur had been released from daytime duties, after supper they went to the library where they devoured the latest books and magazines that arrived with us on the Caribou. They were scheduled to take shifts watching the Chief's medical equipment while sleeping in the next room. I knew that they would be glad to enjoy a chaste overnight with me in their bed if I cared to show up.

Actually, I was wrong about my future wives. I knew Gracie and Cynthia had bonded after swimming and were spending the night together in a sleepover. What I didn't know was that Marta had granted my tribal scamps leave to spend part of the night with the wealthy LA girls who were only a few years older - making a 4-girl sleepover. The four played silly games and talked for hours about the wonders and the not-so-wonderful of LA. For instance, Cynthia said they knew somebody - she would not name him - with a large indoor swimming pool. Mer and Pur could not believe such a thing was possible, the idea of a larger house than the Hacienda was beyond their experience. Then Gracie and Cynthia described my sexual machines and how they were used. They were very detailed. Both of them had been exposed to most of the same machines in the mansion play room and the safe house basement - with the same guy. They both agreed that the machines looked a little scary, all shiny metal and motors and bondage cuffs, but they could be a real trip with the right driver, and it looked like all four of them would have the same driver at the controls.

It was better than fucking Disneyland.

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Chapter 27. The Amazon Maidens

This chapter is set at the very start of the colony.

Before the Spanish came there were two Amazon indian tribes on opposite sides of the river. Many years before they had been one tribe, but as they grew some different factions emerged. Since they could not live together they split apart. However, the two tribes did keep some traditions in common.

Much like the Incas, these tribes recognized distinct stages of life in the community: child, willful student, adult, and elder. (The Incas had more stages.) As a person moved from one stage to the next, and showed their ability, they got a new name, wore different clothing, and were expected to act according to their age. Those of child age lived with their adult parents. Willful students were isolated on the north and south islands, where they were instructed by elders.

For both tribes, when a female child reached a trigger point of a willful student, she was sent to the island at the north, to live with the elders, supporting them with her labor while learning from them the skills and behavior needed by an adult. Once a girl went to the island she stayed there, through the troublesome tween and teen years, until she passed the tests. Passing the tests was marked by a double cord of leather around her head. After that, when she was ready to leave the island, she would swim to either shore, towards a post that marked the location of a hut with a sign showing a thorn. Each female had the choice of swimming to the east or the west shore, she did not have to go to the side she came from. That choice was her first choice as an adult. There was a third option, at any time she could swim north, downriver, to make her own way in the jungle as one who was unpierced. However, the chance of surviving that choice was slim.

When a woman swam from the island, the man who lived in the hut would pierce her ear with a thorn, explain the rules for an adult of the tribe, then send her to the Chief as a new adult for the tribe. The Chief would decide where she would live until she had a husband. Usually there was a time limit for how long she could stay unattached.

There was a similar island to the south where males were sent. While the female students could not leave, the male students could be "checked out" of that island by their family to hunt or gather food, or for threats (like a jaguar). These were important lessons learned through experience.

Sending children to the islands was not strictly a matter of age but more a matter of maturity. There were a variety of triggers. Some were anatomical, such as the appearance of breasts or a change in hips which bothered children or drew the attention of grown men. Others were the result of "willful" behavior, such a gossiping with others instead of doing chores, disobeying, arguing, disrupting adults at work, or paying too much attention to the opposite sex. Finally, some children were sent to the island simply because they ate too much of the food for the household to support.

When the Spanish came they were attacked by the men of the west tribe, as well as all the male student, who were called to join in the battle. The Spanish killed them all without any serious injuries, and divided the war widows of the west bank tribe. Disease killed the rest of both tribes in about a year. The Amazon lifestyle, with no metal and little nearby game or food, was very labor intensive so the illness of any member of the hut was eventually fatal to all.

The female students on their island survived because they were isolated, their bodies were healthy so they could fight the disease, and the Captain made arrangements to support the girls and their elders until they were ready to join the adults as wives.

When the Spanish came there were 10 maidens on the island of various tween and teen ages. During the next two years nobody went to the island and nobody left. Finally, the first female to pass her tests after the Spanish came swam from the island to the Spanish shore. She was short, 4 feet 8 inches. The Captain, who communicated regularly with the elders, expected her and posted a soldier at the post. He had one order, any female who swam ashore had to do it on the first day of her monthly period.

The world had changed a great deal. Instead of over 200 Amazon adults and children on the two shores, there were 18 to 25 Spanish men with orders to build a sustaining colony. (7 of the original 25 had been sent to Spain to report to the Bishop, but they eventually returned.) All had been without the company of women for over a year.

As the young female came from the river, virtually naked, the first thing she expected was a thorn in here ear. But it seemed and the ear was not the only place that was pierced in the hut, marking a girl's transition to an adult. She was given a poncho to wear as adult clothing, and the name of Avee as her adult name. In talking, Avee was very sure that she wanted many babies, and to be with a man each night. Then the Captain asked what she knew about where babies came from. That knowledge had been kept from the maidens. She had the feeling that babies were somehow tied to the place where her blood flowed every month, but she did not know the exact connection. Also, she had never seen that portion of an aroused adult man. The Captain explained.

Instead of matching one man and one woman in a hut as a married couple, the Captain said that Avee would get a log cabin, and two temporary husbands, who would change after two of her monthly periods. This would continue until she knew all the men as temporary husbands. Each pair of husbands would be selected (hair, ears, chin, male hair pattern, etc.) so the father of any child conceived in any two month period could be identified before they took a wife.

But before Avee got her log cabin, two things had to be taken care of. First was the matter of taking her from maidenhood to womanhood, her barrier had to be removed. Since it was the path to babies and a husband, Avee bent over the table and bid the Captain to put his words about sex into action. Her barrier, which the elders called a spiders web, gave way with little pain. She was eager so they repeated the act during the night. She liked the experience better the second time.

The second matter of immediate importance was that the men had been without females for so long. Avee had to meet all her future temporary husbands... naked and as a woman in the night, in their barracks where all could witness the acts.

To make sure their were no children conceived during her first meetings with the men, those interactions all had to occur during Avee's period. To be safe, the Captain figured on her taking four different men each night (selected by lot). Each could enjoy her up to three times in the night as they were able, then there would be four more men the next night, until her period stopped. After all the men were with her for one night, on any extra days men could get a "second bite at the apple" until her period ended.

After years of female company Avee was eager for the nighttime attentions of men and the eventual gift of children, so she had the greatest enthusiasm for all the Captain proposed. She had several surprises for him in return. The first was the Captain's ease of entry. The second surprise was Avee's willingness for the rest of the men to be with her. As promised, four men enjoyed Avee during the first night she spent on the stage in the barracks. They all used her on their knees from behind, which she called "the monkey way" (doggie) as it was the best way to deal with their relative heights. Because it had been so long each of them climaxing quickly their first time. But their second and third turns with her during the night lasted longer. She had some pain with each, but for the longer couplings she began to feel some physical pleasure as each man enjoyed her.

Because the sex took place on the barracks platform, all could see her as their fellows took the young woman, and they were confident they would enjoy the same pleasure.

On her second night in the barracks Avee asked if it might be possible for her to accept the pleasure of five or six men. The Captain allowed her five men, he was concerned with her healing. Also, on the second night a padded table, padded steps of various heights, and a kneeler were brought to the platform. The Captain had shown Avee some different positions, these were now options.