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My Girlfriend's Neglected Mother: Part 2

MY GIRLFRIEND'S NEGLECTED MOTHER: PART 2 I WAS ASKED TO FILL IN FOR HER HUSBAND? Based on a post by MaryAnderson [https://www.literotica.com/authors/MaryAnderson/works/stories]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/MyGirlfriendsNeglectedMother2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/MyGirlfriendsNeglectedMother2.jpg] A few days later I was at the Hollins' house when Jennie's phone pinged. She opened the message, read it, read it again, pumped her fist and said, "Yes! Whitman scheduled me for an interview, but crap, it's next Friday. Mom, that's your birthday." Whitman was Jennie's dream college, the one she had no chance of getting into. Still, the assistant director of admissions had been a fraternity brother of Mr. Hollins, not one Mr. Hollins had been close to, but perhaps, maybe. Mr. Hollins was to go with Jennie to the interview, see if he could influence the decision. Mrs. Hollins said, "Honey, when you're in you late thirties your birthday is not that big a deal. And, in any case, we weren't planning to do anything as a family until Saturday." Jennie said, "But still Mom, it's your birthday. Dad and I can't leave." Mrs. Hollins said, "Of course you can, I'll find something to do." Jennie looked at me with expectant eyes and I said, "Look, Mrs Hollins; with your daughter out of town I'll be foot loose and fancy free. Let me take you out. We'll do something different, something you wouldn't normally do." Jennie said, "That's a great idea Mom, and I know just the place. There's a club not too far from campus. It has a mixed crowd, not just students." Mrs. Hollins said, "I don't know, you sure you want to go out with an old lady Michael?" "What old lady, you bringing a friend? With Jennie out of town you'll be the finest woman around." Mrs. Hollins said, "What, I'm not as hot as my daughter?" Jennie said, "Mom, you and I will pick out something for you to wear, show my boyfriend exactly how hot you can be." We ran it, well at least the general concept, by Mr Hollins; he said it was an excellent idea. DATE WITH HER MOM. "Happy birthday Mrs. Hollins." I handed her a half-dozen roses. While a cliche, it was always appreciated. Eyes spread wide, she kissed my cheek and said, "They're beautiful. Please come in." And while her eyes had spread wide, they were no match for mine. Mrs. Hollins' red dress snugly fit her slender form; her modest tits were held perfect in the built-in cups. The back was open; there were no straps, just a tie around the neck. And, as I followed her into the house, I focused on her ass; it formed an impeccable bump in the back of the dress. And the shoes: red stiletto heels that buckled around the ankles. The dress screamed fuck me, the shoes hollered the same thing, and later her moves on the dance floor would be exclamation points. If it was going to happen, it would happen tonight. I was going to make my, and Jennie's fantasy come true: I'd fuck her mother. In the living room she handed me a glass of wine, put the flowers in a vase, studied them, moved one flower half-an-inch, another a quarter-of-an-inch, leaned forward, took a long whiff, chin in hand studied them, moved two more flowers, and said, "They're lovely, and you're sweet and thoughtful." She kissed my cheek. Her perfume was light and airy. She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and said, "I can see why my daughter's so enamored with you." "A beautiful woman deserves beautiful flowers, and you look spectacular. Jennie asked for pictures." I took several of her, then several of us together, my arm around her shoulder, her arm around my waist. Jennie texted, said we were a good looking couple, instructed me to show her Mom the time of her life. I held the door of my newly cleaned jalopy for her, then her chair at the hole-in-the-wall Thai restaurant where we'd never run into any of her crowd. She asked my advice, ordered it, complimented my choice. We shared dessert, then went to the club. We danced fast, danced slow, and later, as I drove her home, she leaned her body into mine. I handed her a glass of wine as she moved a couple of the flowers, moved them back, moved one other, and said, "That's better, it's been bothering me all night. What do you think?" I said, "I think you've got it," held my glass up. "To you, on your birthday." Touching her glass to mine she said, "To a wonderful evening, I can't remember a better time. Why don't you put on some music, come sit with me. I need to get off my feet, it's been years since I danced in stilettos." "Well, every guy there would vote in favor of you doing it again." "Michael, are you flirting with me?" "Just getting started." Mrs. Hollins sat, then took off her ruby heart-shaped earrings/ She lay them on the table next to the couch. I put on some soft jazz, said, "Foot rub?" she said, "I'd like that," and I sat on the far end of the couch as she pirouetted until her back rested on the arm and her feet were in my lap. I unbuckled her shoes, laid them on the floor, worked her feet; we chatted, she drank her wine. When her phone pinged she signaled me to keep working, picked it off the coffee table, held it up. It was Jennie on FaceTime. She then turned it back towards her and said, "Hey babe, how'd the interview go?" "Not good. The guy from Dad's frat was away on a family emergency. I ended up with a guy who had no idea who I was, who hadn't reviewed my file. It was a milk run, not an interview. But enough of me. Happy birthday, did you have fun?" "I'm sorry to hear that honey. And yes, your boyfriend showed me a wonderful time. I haven't danced like that in years. He's rubbing my feet right now." "He gives good foot rub Mom. I want to talk to both of you." Moving her feet off my lap, Mrs. Collins slid down the couch and leaned her body on mine. My girlfriend was sitting-up in bed, her back resting on the headboard, a blanket pulled across her chest. Her shoulders were bare. Was she wearing any clothes? "You taking good care of Mom, sweetie?" "Trying." "Good, give Mom a birthday kiss from me." Mrs. Collins turned her head, I brushed my lips on hers. Jennie said, "Come on, you can do better than that." Mrs. Collins, holding the phone in one hand, turned her shoulders, wrapped slender strong fingers on the back of my neck, pulled me towards her, ran a hand down my side, kissed me. Her lips moved on mine, mine on hers; I was as hard as a rock. Jennie said, "That's much better. Now you two don't stay up too late, and sleep soundly. Love you both." Mrs. Hollins clicked off the phone, slid it onto the coffee table, rotated towards me, said, "My daughter's text said she left me a pretty present. Do you know what she was talking about? " "Not sure, but I'd hate for you to be disappointed. Are there any boxes lying around?" She said, "No," and started unbuttoning my shirt. Then added, "Could she have meant you?" "Maybe, should we call and ask?" "No, she was already in bed, we wouldn't want to wake her. We'll assume I'm right and check with her in the morning." She undid several more buttons, opened my shirt, ran her hand on my chest, said, "Nice," then finished unbuttoning and slid off my shirt. Next she pulled my undershirt over my head, ran her hands on my chest, teased my nipples with her perfect nails, said, Good body, do you know how to use it?" "Jennie doesn't complain and she's not one to hide her opinion. In fact, she's quite uninhibited, there's this game we play where she pretends to be you." "Yes, I saw on the boat. Do you like this game, Michael?" “On the boat?” Mrs. Hollins was now running her nails in circles around my nipples, it was hard to concentrate. “Oh yeah, the boat.” "Very much." I said. She kissed the top of my chest; I slipped a hand inside her dress, stroked a small firm breast with the side of my thumb. "So, should I pretend to be my daughter?" I rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger. "No, Mrs. Hollins. I've wanted you since I first saw you. But I'm sure every boyfriend of Jennie's must have. Why me?" I let go of her nipple, slid my hand up her leg, dragged a fingertip along her pussy slit, worked it around her panties, then sank it inside her. Her tone was seductive as she said, "Maybe because of the happy bounce in my daughter's step when she's been with you. Maybe because you're the only one who admitted it. Maybe because I know you love my daughter and will keep this to the three of us. Maybe because you turn me on." Her hand on my chest moved lower, tracing the muscles of my stomach, and she brought her lips to mine. Her kiss was powerful, and intense. I pushed a second, then a third finger inside her, twisted them, moved them in and out, listened to her soft moan. "I love the way you touch me." Rocking my fingers inside her I worked her clit with my thumb, a teasing circular motion. Her hips moving with me I tugged the tie around her neck and the dress fell from her chest; Mrs. Hollins gasped when chilled air met flushed breasts. I considered taking Mrs. Hollins into my arms and heading for the bedroom, but I wanted it to be a long-term thing, best to give her the full treatment. I covered her right breast, caressed the firm flesh; her nipple throbbed, stiffened. Then, her head on my shoulder, she said, "It's time to unwrap my present," undid my belt and button, unzipped me, pushed a hand inside. "Very nice, thick and fat." Holding her to me I moved my fingers in her cunt, a little faster, a little harder, and rocked my thumb on her clit. The intensity of her moans increased and she was soon jabbing her hips into my hand. I'm going to fuck you, Mrs. Hollins." "Hmm." "Like I fuck your daughter." "Um Hmm." "Fuck you until you can't see straight." "Hmm." "Like I fuck your daughter." "Ah Hmm." "I'll dick you to your heart's delight." "M." "And no one will know, they'll just think I'm balling your daughter, but I'll be balling you." "Um Hmm." "That's what you want isn't it?" "Mmmmnnnnnmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." "Isn't it." "M Hmm" "Say it." "I, I, I..." "Say it." She bit my shoulder and said, "Yes Michael... Um, that's... hmm, what... Um, I want... Hmm." I pulled on her nipple, her moan grew louder and higher in pitch. "Uh " Curling my upper body I took the nipple into my mouth. "I'm..." Licked it, hard. "...fricking...' I Rolled it between my teeth. "...fricking..., fricking..., fricking..." Bit it. "...Cumming." With an animal sound that filled the room her body jerked, her breast ripped from my mouth, and I curled my fingers, jammed them into her g-spot. Pinned on those fingers, she let out a hyena howl and came again. Juice pouring from her, she shook shuddered rattled whimpered, then croaked out, "Stop, stop, stop, please stop, can't... take... any... more." I slid my fingers from her sex and, head buried on my chest, she clung to me, quivering, sucking in air, the orgasm continuing to echo through her wracked lovely form, until she slumped against me and said in a shaky voice, "I'm so glad... I raised... my daughter... to share." I held her awhile, kissed the top of her head, and said, "Maybe its time we got naked." She stood and the dress slipped from her body; Mrs. Hollins, her wiry form the template for her daughter, stood before me, skin flushed, naked but for red silk panties. "You're so hot, Mrs. Hollins." "It's not like you haven't seen it before. Now take off your clothes, it's time I saw what makes my daughter so giddy." I yanked my shoes off, pushed my pants and underwear down, the tip of Mrs. Hollins' tongue sliding on her lower lip as my dick, at full staff, emerged. "I can see why my daughter's so happy. You think you're man enough for two?" "Two ordinary women, or you and Jennie?" Wrapping her hand around it she said, "Me and Jennie, dummy." "I'm not sure any man's up to that, but I'll do my best." She said, "Good answer," pumped the shaft with one hand, cupped and coddled my balls with the other. When a drop of pre-cum emerged she dragged her thumb over the crown and down the underside of my cock, sliding it on the thick slimy liquid. I dropped my head and kissed her; her tongue, like the rest of her, was athletic, limber, and bold. When the kiss ended she smiled, pecked my lips, said, "Why don't you sit down." I did and she knelt, made a show of stretching her jaw, slid her lips over the head of my dick, swirled her tongue, and cradling my balls, moved down, bobbing her head in a slow steady rhythm. "Hmm..." Pleased by my reaction, she reached up, teased my nipples, and after several minutes let me slide from her lips, dragged her tongue up my dick, kissed the crown, said, "Tell me stud, who gives better head, me or my daughter?" This was an opportunity not to be wasted. "Well, if I had to choose I'd insist on a fair competition, controlled environment, side-by-side testing repeated often enough to ensure adequate sample size, with ongoing confirmation and monitoring." She said, "In that case I better practice," sucked a testicle into her mouth, rolled it on her tongue, pushed it out between tightly compressed lips, then swallowed my shaft, worked her mouth up and down. Enthralled, I cupped her head, held it still, and, as she relaxed her jaw and opened her mouth wide, fucked Mrs. Hollins' face. When I let go a deeply aroused Mrs. Hollins swallowed me, rotated her head and moved me around the inside of her mouth, cupped and caressed my balls, slid back up to nurse on the cock-head with hyperactive tongue and lips. If we got that mother-daughter competition going, Mrs. Hollins would be formidable. The pressure kept building in my belly, my hips jerking in hard involuntary motion, and Mrs. Hollins, unfazed, moved her head, adjusting to my increasingly random thrusts. As she bobbed up and down my quivering balls did a little dance, tightened; I cried out, "So good," exploded. Cum poured into her mouth and, with muffled squeals, she drank voraciously, let none escape, then drove her face into me, concave cheeks vacuuming cum from my balls, and I came again, blasting another jet into her mouth. Ths time a few drops seeped from the edge of her lips, dripped down her chin onto a breast, gathered at the nipple. Sliding to the floor I said, "Jeezum, you, and Jennie, you're savants." Mrs. Hollins leaned her body against mine, said, "Maybe she and I can compare notes, be learn something from each other," kissed me, reached between our bodies, ran a fingertip up and down my dick, which, thoroughly enjoying the patient sweet attention, started to harden. After several minutes she wrapped her fingers around my restored erection and said, "Ready?" "I've been ready." She lay on her back and, hooking my fingers in her panties, I peeled them from her moist pussy - they clung for a moment - pulled them off her body, slid my finger through wet labial lips. "You have a pretty pussy Mrs. Hollins. Nice and smooth." She moaned, then purred, "Y'now, you can call me Theresa." "Somehow Mrs. Hollins is sexier." "As you please, stud. Now fuck me, fuck Jennie's Mama." I rolled between her legs, she placed me on the entrance of her sex, I began to move inside her, she winced, not a lot, but enough. "You okay?" "Yeah, it's been ages and you're a lot bigger than my husband. Do you mind if I get on top, get used to you first?" Saying, "No, it's among my favorite position," I pulled out of her, rolled onto my back. She got on her knees, swung a leg over my calves, bent at the waist, took my dick in her mouth, caressed it with warm lips and velvety tongue, thoroughly wetting me, moved back to the vertical and, frigging my shaft walked forward on her knees, slid my cock on the face of her swollen sex, coating it with juice, took my cock-head inside herself, rocked her hips, and with a low moan said, "God, I've missed this," and moved down my length, sometimes stopping, sometimes retreating, occasionally flexing her pussy, stretching herself, augmenting the copious flow of cunt cream. She moved her hands to my chest, leaned forward, kept going, letting a pussy that had stopped receiving regular work-outs adjust itself to me. When I was all the way in she curled her fingers in my chest hair, moved her hips in an oval, said, "Damn, I see why my daughter can't get enough. Now let's try this." Moving her hands down my body until they were beside my knees, holding herself up on her arms, she leaned back, displaying her taut tight body, dropped her head, her shoulder length hair falling behind her, tightened her cunt, and rocked her hips. The motion was slight, no more than an inch, but in this position the floor of her cunt clung to the underside of my cock and the visual of her lithe undulating body was divine. Letting out a long low groan, I moved with her. After several happy minutes she lifted her head, opened her eyes, and with a crooked smile said, "So stud, is my pussy as good as you imagined?" "Yeah, amazing." She held out her hand, I grasped it, and pulling herself forward she lowered her torso to mine. I slid my arms around her waist, pressed my lips to hers, held her tight, ground into her. When the kiss ended she nestled her head to my neck and said softly in my ear, "Do you love my daughter?" "Yes." Placing her hands on the floor, she pushed herself up and sitting astride me, moved the hair from her face and said, "Good, she loves you too honey, and in this family we share what we love. Can you live with that?" then placed a finger on her lips shushing me before I could answer, squeezed her powerful cunt muscles, raised herself until only my cock-head remained inside her, squeezed, and slowly again, and in complete control of her body slid down and said, "So, can you live with that?" My voice more hurried than I'd anticipated, I said, "Definitely yes. You're right, one should share their good fortune." Tuning her limber body to the side she grabbed two pillows off the couch, said, "You're about to find out how good your fortune is going to be," twisted off me, lay on the rug, stuffing one pillow under her ass, the other under her head. I rolled between spread legs, kissed her; she moaned against my lips, moaned when I entered her. We fucked, at first in a slow rhythm, acclimating to each other, making sure she was ready, but she needed this and I wanted this and soon her arms were around my neck, her muscular legs around my waist, and her short nails pressed to my back as she purred into my ear, "You feel so good inside me, fuck me, fuck me hard." I worked my lips down her neck, she dropped her head back, offering more soft skin. I kissed her there, ducked my head, sucked a nipple. Her fingers entwined themselves in my hair, brought my head to hers. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. We fucked, fast and hard; I drove into her, her hips rose to meet each thrust, she tightened her legs on me, her thighs trembling on my sides. We howled in libidinous harmony. "Oh yes, like that, fuck me, like that." Our bodies smacked together in raucous rhythm. Her pussy pulsated, my dick throbbed. I dug my fingers into her shoulders, held her in place, thrust into her hard, we bounced forward on the rug. My orgasm fast approaching, I worked her clit with my pubic bone, pushed a hand between our bodies, rolled a nipple between two fingers. She arched her back, forcing clit and tit into me. "I love this, love this, harder, harder, fuck me, harder." Her spasming cunt flexed on my cock. "Oh, yeah." "I can teach you young-un's a thing or two." And that she could. She flexed the muscles of her cunt, running them the length of my tool, grabbed my backside, shimmied her sex on me. The pressure inside me kept building, it was as if I was holding in a piss too long, way too long. Struggling to control myself, I gritted my teeth, fucked her harder. And when it felt like I could wait no longer Mrs. Hollins dug her fingers into my back, locked her ankles on my ass, said, "Fuck yes, yeah, yeah, that's it, that's it, that's it, Michael that's it, oh yes, yes, yes ee ah," and, cunt convulsing, body shaking, squealing in a pitch I hadn't imagined she could reach, she sang, "Fuck Yes, I'm coming," as her world exploded. And, as she came, the pressure inside me finally let go and growling, driving Mrs. Hollins into the floor, thick ropy spurts of cum shot from my dick into her core. Spent, sweaty, I slumped onto her body. A sweet gentle aching permeated my balls, ran to my prostate, and though my right ear wasn't working and the vision of my left eye was hazy, I felt great. I lay there, just wanting to take it easy. Mrs. Hollins, who was stroking my body, said, 'You still with us?" "Yeah..." She nudged me and I rolled onto on my back; she lay her head to my shoulder, played with my nipples as my chest rose and fell. After awhile she said, "Can you hand me my phone?" It was on the coffee table. I stretched for it, gave it to her, said, "Why do you want your phone?" "I need to text my daughter, tell her you passed the audition." The next morning I was stretched out naked on Mrs. Hollins' bed, enjoying the lingering taste of her pussy in my mouth. Mrs. Hollins, also naked, was on her back, her head resting on my thigh, talking to Jennie. "A great present, everything I imagined. What that's..., okay, I'll ask him." She rolled onto her elbows facing me and said, "Jennie got hit on by a cute college guy last night, she wants to know if it would have been okay for her to go home with him. After all, you were doing her mother." "Tell her no, but she can do my mother." "He said no honey, but you can do his mother." She turned back to me and said, "She said your mother doesn't turn her on." "Okay, she can do her mother." Returning to the phone she said, "Oh, you heard him. Okay, I'll tell him." "She said you have a deal." I was helping Mr. Hollins load luggage into the Range Rover when he said, "I really appreciate you're staying here while I'm out of town Michael. I know it's inconvenient for school, but with those recent break-ins in the neighborhood it will make the ladies feel safer." "Happy to help sir." That summer, at the most expensive restaurant I could afford, I asked Mr. Hollins for his daughter's hand in marriage. Delighted by the gesture, he enthusiastically welcomed me to the family. The following evening I was eating dinner at their house when Mr. Hollins said, "Have you two love-birds set a wedding date?" We hadn't, of course. I had to borrow the money for the simple gold band that served as our engagement ring and didn't expect Jennie to live in my one room hovel. I said, "No sir, I fear we'll need to wait until I graduate." Mrs. Hollins said, "I don't see why true love should be delayed," turned to her husband and said, "How about the mother-in-law suite we built onto the house for your mother. It has a separate entrance and all the privacy they could want. We could do a small civil wedding here at the house, wait until they graduate for the big event." Mr. Hollins said, "Honey, isn't that where you sleep when my snoring gets bad?" "Well, there's two bedrooms, I'm sure the kids won't mind an occasional visit." Mrs. Hollins showed the string quartet where to set up, then checked her tablet. Everything was ready and the guests would not arrive for an hour. Calling her husband over she said, "I'm going to check on the kids, text me if anything comes up." She found her daughter naked and leaning over her bed bellowing in orgasmic fury as I, jamming my cock into her from behind, fed her pussy a heavy load of creamy hot cum. As Jennie, gasping for air, slumped onto the bed, Mr. Hollins scooped the cunt cream-cum combo flowing from her daughter's sex, brought the finger to her mouth, and dropping to her knees said, "Jennie, traditionally it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her wedding dress before the ceremony, so why don't you go and start getting ready, I'll come check on you when I'm done here," and took my cock into her mouth. Jennie sleepily shook the hair out of her eyes, said, "Yes Mama," kissed me, a long hot one, and added, "It's amazing, soon I'll be Mrs. Michael Judge. Mrs. Hollins, having resuscitated my dick, stood, kissed her daughter's mouth, turned, placed her hands on the bed, spread her legs, and said, "Yes, and I'll be his mother-in-law." I pulled my future mother-in-law's green dress up, entered her panty-less pussy. There aren't many weddings where the groom's sperm is dripping down two women's legs when the bride says, "I do." To be continued. Based on a post by MaryAnderson [https://www.literotica.com/authors/MaryAnderson/works/stories], for Literotica.

My Girlfriend's Neglected Mother: Part 1

MY GIRLFRIEND'S NEGLECTED MOTHER: PART 1 HOT MOM, HOT DAUGHTER, IS ANYONE COMPLAINING? Based on a post by MaryAnderson [https://www.literotica.com/authors/MaryAnderson/works/stories]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/MyGirlfriendsNeglectedMother1.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/MyGirlfriendsNeglectedMother1.jpg] It's not often you meet a mother who's better looking than her good-looking college-age daughter. I remember the first time I saw them. I'd moved to San Diego immediately after graduating from high school. While I wouldn't begin my freshman year until September, I'd found a decent job and I needed the money. As a side benefit my employer provided membership at a fancy local gym, one I couldn't have afforded. I was doing chest presses when a class got out in an upstairs studio. About two dozen women and a smattering of guys came down the stairs followed by several women talking animatedly to a striking rail-thin brunette. Standing next to her was a younger woman with the same color hair and same impressive build. Both wore skin-hugging leotards identical in style, although differing in color. As the knot of women moved across the room I overheard enough of the conversation to understand the older woman had been leading a pilates class. After their entourage dispersed the two women lingered at the front counter talking to the attendant when the younger one noticed me checking them out. Busted, I gave her my best you-caught-me grin. She smiled, said something to the older woman, who turned, held my gaze for a beat, before returning her focus to her companions. A few minutes later, they left. After finishing with the weights I went to the front desk. The older woman was Theresa Hollins; she taught several classes at the gym. The younger one was her daughter Jennie, a high school senior. The attendant made it clear I wasn't the first guy who'd asked about them. I checked the schedule; Theresa would lead a steps class in a couple of days. ENROLLING IN CLASS. I was hanging downstairs when they came through the front door. They certainly didn't mind being identified as mother and daughter, they looked alike, styled their hair the same way, although Jennie's was longer, and their leotards were differently colored variations of each other. I introduced myself, Mrs. Hollins introduced herself and her daughter, said she hoped I'd enjoy the class. I soon found out that not only did they look alike, they shared the optimistic up-beat positive personality associated with aerobics instructors and were, as they appeared to be, in superb condition, pushing everyone, encouraging everyone, leaving all but a few in the dust. After class, along with several others, I walked downstairs with Theresa and Jennie, offered to treat them to bottles of water after the crowd peeled away. Theresa declined, said she had an errand to run, told her daughter she could swing by on the way home and pick her up. Jennie said sure, she could use a drink. Two days later we shared a bed. Not too long after that, for the first time in my life, I told a woman I loved her. I'd never been one for classes at health clubs, preferring to work-out with a buddies or on my own, but couldn't see how to stop going without offending Mrs. Hollins and if it gave me an excuse to watch my girlfriend and her hot mother covered in thin veneers of sweat stretching and straining in skin-tight leotards, who'd say no to that? DATING LIFE. We'd been seeing each other for about six weeks when, holding Jennie in the spoon position - we'd just rocked each other's worlds on my one-room apartment's undersized bed - she said, "You think my mother's hot, don't you?" There was no point in denying it. Jennie and her Mom surely knew and neither seemed offended; Mrs. Hollins had been enthusiastic about my dating her daughter from day one. "Yeah, it's clear you come by some of your good looks naturally." "Some?" "As hard as you and your Mom work-out, there's a lot of sweat and dedication there." Bringing my hand to her mouth she kissed it and said, "Nice rescue," then, smiling indecipherably, looked over her shoulder. I said, "What?" "The guys I've known, they all think Mom's hot. Most look at her furtively, sneakily, thinking they're slick, that we don't notice, but we do. Then there's the guys who stare and drool, not cool. There are a few, I don't know if they have more or less control, who look away even when they should be looking at her, like they don't know how to handle it. You're different. You don't take creepy little looks, but when you have a reason to look you do and don't seem to feel weird about it. Plus, you're the first one to admit it." I didn't say that, in addition to having a thing for hot younger women like her, I had a thing for hot older women, that I'd bedded a few back home. Instead, since it was clear that not only didn't it bother her, but that she dug it, I said, "Yeah, I like looking at your Mom. Why do you bring it up, interested in a threesome?" Laughing she said, "What makes you think I do women, and why are guys fascinated by threesomes, especially mothers and daughters?" Making a mental note; she hadn't said no or gotten offended. I said it must be some kind of biological or evolutionary imperative, and avoided the first question by kissing her. She kissed me back, reached for my dick. Soon I was driving into her, shaking the flimsy bed, and she was totally into it, writhing, moaning, clutching my back, digging her fingers into me. Not that she wasn't always into it, but if I wasn't missing something this time more than ever. The conversation about her mother had turned her on. THE OVERTURE. My phone rang, no name appeared. I thought about letting it roll to voice mail, but there was something familiar about the number, then I got it. It was one digit different from Jennie's. "Hello." "Hey Michael, it's Theresa. Jennie gave me your number, we figured it'd be okay." "I never complain about a beautiful woman with my phone number. What can I do for you?" After a moment's hesitation, but no objection, she said, "Jennie's talked about you so much that her father wants to meet you. Can you come to the house for drinks, then we'll go to dinner." "Sounds fine, when?" "Sunday at 7:00." "I'm open, where are we going?" "Morgan's." I checked Morgan's on-line. Coat and tie? I didn't own a coat and tie and my bank account was in no shape to buy them. While looking up the local consignment shops I realized I didn't have Jennie's home address; we'd always met in town. I considered texting Jennie, but pleased by the tone of my conversation with Mrs. Hollins, called her back. "Hello Michael." She'd saved my number to her phone's memory. "Hey good looking, I just realized I don't have your address." After a pause she said, "What if I told my daughter you called me 'good looking' and asked for my address?" "Jennie and I are in complete agreement about her mother's good looks. Is she there?" "Yes, should I get her for you?" "Only after a little more flirting." "You are bad." "I only get worse, now what's the address?" "I'll text it to you, here's my daughter." As she moved the phone from her mouth I heard, as she intended, her say "Your very bad boyfriend is on the phone. Tell him he needs a cold shower." DOUBLE DATE NIGHT. It was my first trip to the suburbs. After checking in with the rent-a-cop at the subdivision's front gate I drove my jalopy down shaded streets, waiting to get pulled over. It looked like only shiny new Mercedes, BMWs, Cadillacs, and Lexus, with an occasional Porche or Maserati, were legal in this neighborhood. My phone led me to a circular driveway at the end of a cul de sac. Nice house. I parked behind a black Range Rover, got out, rang the bell, wondered about Jennie's father. Jennie talked about her Mom all the time - they were more best friends than parent and child - but rarely mentioned her father. When she did it was positive, but bland, a vague assurance that he was "okay." Still, I'd imagined him as a bookend for his wife and daughter: tip-top condition, good-looking, smart and incisive. Jennie opened the door, kissed my lips, said, "Hey lover, ready to meet the family." She looked great. Her loose fitting dress, held on by spaghetti straps, dipped down her chest, stopping just short of her cleavage, clinched at the waist, then hung to the floor in a series of graceful folds. What was most striking, however, was the cascade of colors, oranges and yellows, greens and blues, imposed on patterns of butterfly wings. I said, "That's a lovely dress," she slipped her hand into mine, and turning, the bottom of the dress swirling about, we headed into the house. In the living room, large, cathedral ceiling, gorgeous furniture, ceiling to floor back window overlooking a swimming pool, was Mrs. Hollins, her dress also long, open shouldered, loose-fitting and a rainbow of colors: chartreuse, pink, magenta. And while neither dress was overtly sexual, this particular mother and daughter presenting themselves in public dressed alike was. And, as meticulous as they were about their appearance, that was no accident. I said, "Mrs. Hollins, you're stunning, your dress, like your daughter's, is beautiful, love the colors." Mrs. Hollins said, "Thank you," adding as a man entered the room, "Michael, this is my husband, Tom. Tom, this is Michael, Jennie's beau." Contrary to my expectations he did not match his wife and daughter. He was his wife's height, or possibly a bit shorter, at the moment her heels gave her an inch or so on him, and if not fat, was pudgy. Saying, "It's good to finally meet you sir," I reached for his hand and studied his face. His features were affable, not those of your best friend - him you'd want smart and tough, someone who had your back - but friendly, the face of a guy who got along with everyone, liked everyone, a you wouldn't ask to cut another $250.00 off the price of a car because you wanted him to come out okay and knew he'd never rip you off. And that's what he did. He sold cars, owned a dozen dealerships. Not top-of-the-line stuff, he wasn't selling cars to his neighbors, but he was selling lots of cars to someone. Over dinner my impression was confirmed. Mr. Hollins did not have his wife's or daughter's cynical intelligence, which they masked with their positive up-beat personalities. He was what he appeared to be, a good guy, a roll with the punches guy, a laugh at your jokes no matter how bad they are guy, a not notice if you got a little inappropriate guy. I got a little inappropriate. I focused on his wife and daughter, made eye contact, held it. They responded, their eyes on mine. I touched them, starting with a shoulder, a forearm, moved to the waist, cleaned a speck of food off their face. When a lady had to go to the bathroom I held her chair, did the same on her return, was rewarded with a kiss. I told mother and daughter how good they looked. Openly relishing the compliment, they thanked me. The women responded, a flip of the hair, a tongue gliding on a lip, moved a little closer. And through it all Mr. Hollins seemed fine, happy to have me entertain the ladies. Back at the house Mr. Hollins excused himself to go to the facilities and Jennie said, "Mom, I know its late, but there's a party on campus I want to go to. I know it's late, but can I go back out? Michael will take good care of me." This was the first I'd heard of a party. Mrs. Hollins said, "Honey you didn't mention a party. Where is it?" "I don't remember, one of the frats," she looked at me, "which frat babe?" I said, unconvincingly,"Delta something." Mrs. Hollins said, "Delta something?" She knew what was going on. "Yeah, Delta something, those Greek names run into each other." She turned to her daughter. "A frat party and it's already approaching curfew, what will your father think?" "C'mon Mom, if you say it's okay he will too." Turning back to me Mrs. Hollins said, "You promise to take good care of her?" "The best I can, I promise no frat boy will get near her." "Of that I'm sure. Well, if you're going to date a college guy I guess we need to make allowances. If it gets too late, if you need to spend the night with a friend in town, text me." Mr. Hollins returned, permission was sought and received. At the front door I thanked Mr. Hollins for dinner, leaned in to kiss his wife good night, who held my arm and whispered in my ear, "You better be using protection bub." Stepping back I said, "Thank you Mrs. Hollins and, of course." REVIEWS. Driving back to my place Jennie said, "So what did you think of Dad?" "I was a bit surprised. I'd figured him to be in primo shape, like you and your Mom." "Dad's let himself go. He's in a dozen civic groups, always going to meetings, eating bad food, never has time to exercise. He says it's good for business. "Well, you can't argue with his success, the house is beautiful. He seemed like a real nice guy." "He is, and you took advantage, flirting with me and Mom in front of him." There was no anger in her voice. Then her bra was laid on my shoulder. She'd worked it off under her dress. "Two beautiful women; it's hard to resist being a little bad. Your Dad didn't seem bothered by it." "No, peripatetic Mom and I wear him out. He's glad when someone else entertains us." She dropped her panties in my lap and said, "Remember, we'll need to text Mom and let her know I crashed with a friend." BACHELOR PAD. In my apartment it didn't take long for Jennie, already sans panties and bra, to get naked; it took me longer, but not much. I slipped a finger, then two, inside her wet sex. "God you're hot." She ran her fingers the length of my penis, squeezed, said, "Hard not to be when your boyfriend has this kind of dick, nice and hard." "After tonight, how couldn't it be" "Yeah, you loved it, hanging, flirting with two women, you were shameless." I twisted my fingers inside her, kissed her, said, "Me? You guys were asking for it, hot mom, hot daughter wearing basically the same fricking dress. That wasn't clothing, it was foreplay." Smearing my pre-cum into the head of my dick she, adopting a tone of pouting faux-innocence, said, "Honey, those dresses were classy, long and loose. The sex was in your head." "You make everything hot." "And my mother?" "Yep, must be genetic." Twisting her hand on my tool she said, "Really, if she asked real nice, would you fuck her? I can hear it now: 'Fuck me Michael, Jennie and Tom are gone. Give me some hard dick, I need it so bad. My husband doesn't fuck me anymore and you're so much bigger than him and from the happy look on my daughter's face when she gets home from a date, you know how to use it." I said, "I don't know Mrs. Hollins, I've never cheated on Jennie." Rolling onto all fours, she spread her legs, exposing her glistening sex, looked over her shoulder and said, "Don't worry, my daughter won't mind. I know that horny minx, it'll make her hotter. I'm an MILF who needs cock, fuck me hard, like you fuck my daughter." Saying, "Well if it's going to make Jennie happy, who am I to argue," I got on my knees and held her by the waist. Jennie reached back, placed my dick on her sex, said, "Let me," and in a long slow motion, pushed into me, sighing happily as her pussy spread, yielded, molded itself to my me. Dropping her head to her forearms she said, "This is what I need, a young man's thick cock," arched her back, raised her head, and said, "Fuck me, fuck Jennie's mommy, fuck her hard." I pulled out until only the cock-head was inside her, paused, drove into her, shaking the flimsy bed. As I did she pushed into me, rotated her ass, clenched her sex muscles, said, "I see the way you young men look at me, it makes my pussy so wet." We fucked, my squeaking bed rocking back and forth, the sound reverberating off the walls of my tiny room. "Have you thought about it stud, a threesome, fucking me and Jennie at the same time?" "Two hot mouths on my cock, filling two woman with my dick, drenching them with my cum, hell yes." "That's it, that's it Michael, imagine it, imagine you're fucking Mama while I watch, my finger in my sex." I imagined it and my cock, stiff and hard, the piston of a race car, reamed her. Words deserted us, replaced by wheezes and moans and shouts and hollers, but the image in both minds was the same: I boning Mrs. Hollins under her daughter's licentious approving gaze. Mesmerized by this perverted shared fantasy Jennie balanced herself on one arm and reached for her clit; I moved my hands to her tits, twisted the small hard nipples. We fucked, we howled, an animal sound that the neighbors may hopefully someday forgive me for. When my balls tightened, pulled into my body, I moved my hands to her waist, held her tight and exploded, flooding her with the load of cum that had been fermenting in my balls all evening. And, as I drenched her most private parts, Jennie joined me with furious yelps of orgasmic delight. MORNING COFFEE. I was making coffee the next morning on my Technivorm Moccamaster drip coffee-maker. A gift from Jennie, it was the most expensive thing in my apartment. She said she could tolerate my room, if I kept it clean; but insisted on good coffee. She rolled over, reached for me, found I wasn't there, then, smelling the coffee, lifted her head and said, "Hey lover, got a cup for me?" I handed it to her, got into bed, and sitting up, our bodies pressed together, she tasted the brew. "It's good, you're not scrimping on beans anymore." "I've learned what matters, you." She took another sip and said, "Speaking of which, you forgot to remind me to text Mom last night to let her know I was staying with friends." "You were passed out. It seemed a shame to wake you, so I did it myself." She picked up her phone, read my message, and, nodding approvingly, said, "Good looking, great in bed, thoughtful, treats my family right, I'm a lucky girl." "Almost as lucky as me. I love you babe." Smiling she said, "You're sure you're not just in love with last night." I said, "Yeah, I'm sure. Whose idea was it to dress alike, every guy in the place had their eyes on you two." "Both of ours. Not that she'll admit it, but Mom loves attention, loves it when you young guys fixate on her at the gym. Dad's got medical issues and when he lost the ability to perform it's like he started seeing Mom as a guy, treating her more like a friend than a wife. Mom loves Dad, but she misses the sex and the attention that goes with it. "She knows she needn't go without, she could have an affair; with her looks and personality guys would line up. Even Dad's doctor - the pig - has hit on her, but she loves Dad and doesn't want to embarrass him. In their social circle word would get out." She looked away temporarily, lost in thought. I put my arm around the shoulder, kissed the side of her head, and afer a moment Jennie resumed. "She kept all this bottled up inside her for the longest time, but when I became sexually active, and especially since I started seeing you, she's talked to me about it, gets pretty explicit. At first I was surprised by how far she went, but I realized she's living vicariously and she digs talking about sex. I think she might have a little crush on you." "Does that bother you?" "Nah." That was a casual answer; I pushed. "You dig it, don't you?" "Can't say I'm displeased. A high school girl doesn't mind having a college guy she can show off, or a guy her mother likes. It makes things easier." I said, "So this threesome thing last night, are we talking about fantasy or something you're interested in?" Coyly: "We'll see, how about you? Equally evasive: "You know me, anything to please the ladies." REGULAR SOCIAL CIRCLE. It became a regular gig, once a week at the Hollins, parents sizing up the future son-in-law, we were that serious. We'd cook-out, Mr. Hollins, immaculate in slacks, a button-down shirt, and loafers, manning the grill while I played in the pool, fooling around with Jennie and Mrs. Hollins in their skimpy and complementary (if not matching) swimsuits. Sometimes we'd go out for dinner and Jennie and Mrs. Hollins would show off their toned bodies in clothes selected for just that purpose. Or maybe we'd sit in front of the telly, catch a movie or a game. CAMPUS EVENT. On a Friday afternoon Jennie and I rendezvoused on campus, listened to some bands, Jennie texted her mother, let her know all was okay, we went to my place, fucked like bunnies. The next morning, after coffee, we did it again. Then Jennie's phone rang. "Hey Mom. What did you tell Dad?" "I told him you'd gone out with Michael, had something to drink, called and asked if you could stay at a friend's, I said it was okay." "Thanks Mom." "You're welcome dear. Your Dad likes Michael, but there are things he'd prefer not knowing. I'm coming into town for lunch and a little shopping. We both need something for the Yacht Club Christmas Party. Why don't you and your young man join me." She looked at me with expectant eyes. While shopping with the ladies is not my cup of tea, I didn't see a way out of it - Jennie knew my schedule was wide open. I gave her the thumbs up. "Sounds great Mom." "Great, do you need a change of clothes?" "No, I packed leggings and a tee-shirt." "How about Madison's? Can't beat the salads. Noon? What color leggings?" Jennie, who was fondling my dick, said, "Black, and let's make it 1:00." LUNCH. Mrs. Hollins was at the restaurant; Jennie leaned over, kissed her cheek, said, "Love the outfit." Wearing clothes almost identical to her daughter's, Mrs. Hollins laughed and said, "Yeah, once you said leggings and a tee-shirt it seemed right. What do you think Michael?" "If you've got it, flaunt it, and you two got it." After eating, the salads were great, it was off to Macy's. The ladies looked at the merchandise while I looked at the ladies and happy eyes of the men happily following this hot, similarly attired, mother and daughter through the store. Mrs. Hollins and Jennie tried on several outfits, some sexier than others, all sexier than most, preened, playfully competed for my attention. The sales clerk, a striking short-haired black woman, was enjoying herself and pushed the edge of the envelope, urging the women to try on something a wee bit hotter, tighter, more revealing. After an hour the three of them came out of a dressing room, announced they had a winner, and sent me to the men's section for a new shirt, they noted mine was frayed. While they rang up what they said would be a surprise. YACHT CLUB. The night of the Yacht Club Christmas Party, wearing my best suit (okay, my only suit), I drove my battered car through Jennie's neighborhood, parked, and was met at the door by Mr. Hollins. His tailored suit was beautiful; his cuff-links had a greater net worth than I did. Conscious of the comparison I glanced at the mirror and was pleasantly surprised. It might be a second hand suit, but on my trim athletic form it looked good. I didn't feel quite so out of place. In the living room Mr. Hollins handed me a scotch, then his eyes fixed on something over my shoulder. I turned, expected to see something great, saw something better. Posing on the wide staircase Jennie and Mrs. Hollins stepped forward in their long black dresses, sliding stockinged legs through long slits. Both sported high open-toed heels, Mrs. Hollins' a bit higher. On the other hand, Jennie's neckline scooped a bit lower, hinting at her cleavage. Both wore their hair up, displaying to good effect lovely necklaces, Jennie's turquoise and Mrs. Hollins' diamond, and dangling earrings. They were classy; they were appropriate; they were a walking wet dream. I said, "My god, do you two look good." Mr. Hollins, more practical, said, "It's a little chilly, you might want to bring a wrap." I said, "My god you look good," kissed both women's cheeks, offered to get their wraps. The band started. I asked Jennie to dance. She said she needed to let her food digest, suggested her mother. I looked to Mr. Hollins, he nodded his agreement. Mrs. Hollins moved with grace and style and I, holding her close, thoroughly enjoying dancing with this total fox, said, "Dancing with you and Jennie all night, I'll be the envy of every man here." "So, is that what you're doing, showing off in front of the crowd?" Saying, "Absolutely," I held her tighter and added, "Like this." Cupping the back of my arm with her hand she moved further into me and said, "How about this?" Pulling her a bit closer I said, "Now we're getting there." "Michael, are you flirting with your girlfriend's mother?" "Mrs. Hollins, in front of all these people, in front of your daughter, in front of your husband, what kind of guy do you think I am? I've just heard that when you're courting a young woman you need to win over her mother. So I'm trying real hard, ready to do whatever it takes to make you happy, for Jennie's sake." "That's noble of you. And what does my daughter say?" "She told me to look after all your needs, pay you close attention, says you're the key to making sure I'm accepted by the family." "Well, that's good advice and so far you're doing fine, but you don't want to stop, you want to keep at it, be relentless." The music wound down and, her hand in mine, we returned to the table where Jennie stood and said, "You two looked great out there, kinda sexy even." I said, "As graceful and beautiful as your mother is, as good as she looks in that dress, you'd have to work real hard not to be kinda sexy." Mrs. Hollins laughed and said, "You're a young man, to you everything's sexy. Now dance with my daughter." Saying, "Don't let him escape Mom," Jennie returned to the table to say something to her father. As I leaned into Mrs. Hollins to kiss her cheek she brushed my erection with her leg and said, "Now rub that thing on my daughter for awhile." THE CAPTAIN. Wearing a white captain's shirt and hat, Mr. Hollins steered the yacht out of the harbor. I was sitting on the deck talking to Jennie and Mrs. Hollins, whose lissome bodies were adorned by tiny bikinis emblazoned with the American flag. When we moved into open water Mr. Hollins asked me to join him at the helm, said he'd show me how to operate the ship. Mrs. Hollins said, "Jennie and I are going to lay in the sun," and climbed onto the bow, where they laid out towels, and casually, as if they'd done it a hundred times before, stripped naked, applied lotion to themselves and each other's backs, lay down. I glanced at Mr. Hollins; his attention on the boat, not the naked hotties lying on it. You had to admire his focus. I watched other boats sail by, no one tried to hide their binoculars. I'd been steering for about forty-five minutes when Mrs. Hollins lifted her head and shouted, "Dear, would you bring me some water, it's hot down here." A look flashed across Mr. Hollins' face, one that said he was the captain, far too busy for such frivolity. This was an opportunity not to let get away. "Sir, I'm happy to get it for them, why don't you take over." "That's kind of you Michael." I said, "As good as you all have been to me, it's the least I can do," then yelled to Mrs. Hollins, "I'll be there in a second." GOING DOWN. I was opening the refrigerator when I heard a familiar voice. "Enjoying the show, stud?' My naked girlfriend, holding a towel, pressed her hand to my chest, kissed me, and I said, "I didn't get the rule book, it's okay for you and your Mom to strip in front of me if we're on a boat?" "Yep, not sure why lying naked in public is acceptable if you're on a yacht, but it is. Maybe it's a special rule for the rich. I think it's half the reason Mom's goes on these trips, she can let that body she works so hard on, be openly ogled. And you've been doing your part." "Happy to contribute, but I was trying not to be too obvious. After all, I'm up there with your Dad." With her hand rubbing my penis through my shorts, she said, "You're okay, barely. As to Dad, we've talked about that, he doesn't notice. Sometimes I think he'd wouldn't mind if someone else took over the physical requirements of his marriage." She pushed my swim trunks down over my erection, wrapped her fingers on my cock, and squeezed. A bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip and ran down the barrel. She knelt, directed me to sit, licked up the shaft, retracing the pre-cum's path, then said, "You know, when you're on the water it's important to keep your skin moisturized." She licked the crown with the flat of her tongue. Then tilting her head, she wrapped her mouth on my shaft from the side, moved up and down, coating it with spittle, then smacked her lips in delight, stretched her jaw, and swallowed half my length. The display on the bow having set my pilot light on high and the roar of the boat's engine providing ample cover, I made no effort to hide my appreciation, "Oh yeah Jennie, so good, so good, suck me, yeah." Then Jennie stopped, She let me slide from her mouth, licked her lips, and said, "Hey stud, there's no need to bullshit me, you've gotten this hard-on staring at my mother's naked body, you're imagining it's her sucking your cock." What she said wasn't true, Jennie's naked body always made an erection inevitable, but this did not seem the time to quibble. I thrust my rocket into her face, said, "Suck me Mrs. Hollins," and Jennie did: in my mind's eyes it was soon Mrs. Hollins' mouth, hand, and tongue on my cock. "That's it, that's it, that's it Mrs. Hollins, I'm getting close, coddle my balls, that's it, that's it, that's it. Suck my dick Mrs. Hollins, fuck yes, so good." Stabbing her head the length of my cock, she ended each thrust with a gag, "GWAC, GWAC, GWAC, GWAC, GWAC." Slumping on the bench, the vibration of the boat merged with the sensation of Jennie's mouth. My breaths grew short and hard, my jaw locked, my gut clenched, and I started babbling, "Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck yes, suck me, Mrs. Hollins. Suck me, I'm there, there, there, fucking yes, I'm... frigging... coming!" I filled Mrs. Hollins, I mean Jennie's mouth, with warm blasts of thick creamy goo. Continuing to work me with lips and tongue, she let the first wad glide down her throat, then held the next two pulses in her mouth, slid me between her lips and with a wicked slurp, opened her mouth, showing me the pool of cum flowing over her tongue, and finally swallowed in a slow deliberate consumption. Then she cocked her head, concentrated for a second, and said, "We're turning around, heading back to land. I better get that water to Mom, they're going to wonder what happened to us. You owe me one, stud." "Sure do." As Jennie handed her mother a bottle of water, Mrs. Hollins kissed her daughter in appreciation, they each took a long sip, and talked. The conversation was inaudible to anyone else, over the roar of the boat. "Your boyfriend tastes good?" "Sure does, enjoy the show?" "That I did. You think he's the one?" "Yeah. What do you think, Mom? "I've been thinking it from day one." "Me too. Is Dad suspicious?" "No, although you two might want to be a little more careful. As long as you were gone, it was clear you weren't fetching water. If your father had been paying attention..." "But he wasn't Mom, although you were." "Well, a girl's gotta get her kicks. You give great head." Then, raising herself on her forearms, exposing her body and breasts, Mrs. Hollins scanned the horizon and said, "We'll be in sight of land soon, let's catch a few more rays. Give me the lotion, I'll do your back, then you can do mine. Your boyfriend will enjoy the show." As we approached the harbor Mr. Hollins tooted the horn and Jennie and her mother sat up, casually finished their water, turned squarely in my direction and, showing all the goods, then put their bikinis on. To be continued. Based on a post by MaryAnderson [https://www.literotica.com/authors/MaryAnderson/works/stories], for Literotica.

Female Husbandry

FEMALE HUSBANDRY SOMETIMES EXCITING THINGS HAPPEN AT WORK, EVEN FARM WORK. Based on a post by Farmerjill [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Farmerjill/works]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/FemaleHusbandry.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/FemaleHusbandry.jpg] You think Farming is Boring? Maybe Not! My name is Connor Dixon and I am a beef farmer. I don't think farming is boring, I really like it but I know most people do. When I go to a function from my wife's work it is always the same. "What do you do?" They ask me. "I am a farmer." I tell them. Then it goes one of three ways, there is the joke route which usually ends in something like "where's the beef?" kind of thing. Then there is the inane question route, "do brown cows make brown milk?" Finally there is the change the topic, hope this guy goes away route. Yes, some people are really interested or are related to a farmer but that happens less and less as fewer and fewer people are farmers. I don't understand what is so exciting about sitting in a cubicle everyday and staring at a computer screen. Most people have boring jobs, even firemen spend most of the time doing boring things. Thank God that they aren't having to save people and fight fires every minute like on tv, but come on, hanging around a firehall for 24 hrs is boring day in day out. Now having said that, I will admit that farming does have some boring moments. The summer is busy but it is pretty unexciting. I grow beef so that means, cut hay, rake hay, bale hay and put hay away-then repeat. Driving around those same fields can get a little monotonous. Yes, you have to pay attention to what is going on because things can go wrong in an instant but usually it is pretty dull. That is why you have to enjoy the little things that happen during the day that spice things up. Sometimes you get to see a fawn and it's mother come out into the field. Other times you are up early and the sun rise is just extra special. Pulling a calf out of a cow in distress is always exciting, and usually really messy. Of course there are the times when you meet up with a fellow farmer and you stop your tractor next to his and share important information. This can be very exciting depending on who did what to whom and when and where. Of course we talk farm stuff too but most people tell me long term weather forecasts and crop futures are boring. Last of all are the moments we farmers cherish, the moments that really put a spring in our step and a smile on our faces. I will give you an example. I rent or own 11 pieces of land and they are not continuous so I have to drive between them. One of the pieces I rent is owned by a nice widow who lives at the corner of 2 gravel roads. She has a house on the north side and she quite often is not home visiting her kids and grand kids in town. On the east gravel road a family of 4 lives. Mom and dad are in their late 20s or early 30s and their children are about 5 and 6. I say hi to them when I see them and if I do see them, I usually tell them what I'm up to and when. You don't want to be cutting hay during a birthday party or something like that. The guy told me his name once but I'll admit I don't remember it. The woman who has never told me her name is what makes my days sometimes very exciting. You see she likes to wear tight short. It seems to me after 5 years of driving around her house working on hay that she is still wearing the shorts she had before she had kids. She has kept a few baby pounds on her and that makes her shorts tight, too small, and very exciting. From the rear you can see just a little bit of her bum coming out of her shorts. That really turns me on. The shorts are also always so tight that you can't see any panty lines. She unfortunately doesn't own any "daisy dukes' but the ones she does own are different colors but all of them are of a material that makes them like a second skin. Now when you see her from the front it gets even better. I love camel toes. Sometimes my wife wears something that gives her a camel toe and it always gets a rise out of me. The problem is my wife always wears panties and she always "fixes it" when she sees me drooling. It was not always like this however when we were young, she would wear tight shorts and it lead to great sex. So now I have to watch her at the right moment and there will a little bit of a camel toe but nothing like what this woman from the east gravel road house has! Her shorts ride right up her slit and her lips are so plump! It is the most enticing camel toe I have ever scene. Every time I see it my cock starts to get hard and I just want to stop the tractor and bury my face in it. Then if there is still time, I look at her top. Her t-shirts are also very tight and she doesn't seem to ever wear bras. She has these baseball size tits that are still quite firm after the kids. When she walks, they don't bounce as much a jiggle. It is a sight to behold. Her t-shirts also tend to be in light colors so when the sun hits them right or water gets on them, they are see through. She has nice little button nipples and big areolas. It is a sight to behold. I sometimes have trouble steering trying to look at her ass or camel toes or jiggly boobs. I also am very disappointed when she is not around, which is most of the time. Some of you might be wondering at this point about what her face looks like. It is fine enough, no buck teeth, or crooked warted nose, but who cares anyway with all the rest she has going on! GETTING PLUGGED. The reason I am telling you this is because last June when I was baling hay my baler pick up got plugged. This happens sometimes but it is usually not to hard to unplug. I pulled out the canvas tarp I keep rolled up by the fender. Since I was shirtless, I spread it out, then laid on it while I began clearing out the clog. There I was under the baler pulling out the mass of hay when the most amazing thing happened. I was getting near done when I noticed, out of the corner of my eye; the woman was walking toward me. I don't know if she could see my face but all I could see was that camel toe approaching. I was sure that her shorts were even tighter that day, so it was looking really plump and inviting. As she moved closer, I was certain I could even see a little nub at the top of the slit; which must be her clit. At this point I should mention that I am wearing coveralls and boots. Under my coveralls are just a pair of thin cotton boxers. I am so preoccupied with the rapidly approaching camel toe that I don't really realize I am hard. When she got closer, I made sure I got back to working on the baler. "I m Mindy. Looks like you are having a bad day, or maybe a hard day?" Wow, I can't believe that this 20 something babe is flirting with me! I might be 54, but I'm sure she is flirting, because she made the word "hard" 2 syllables. She used this deep throaty growl for the "h" which then morphed into a sultry "ard." The way she says hard is so exhilarating it makes me harder. I manage to reply, "Sometimes this stuff happens, it will be fixed soon." "You sure look hot and sweaty down there. I bet you could use some lemonade to brighten up your day." It must have been heat stroke because before I engaged my brain I replied, "My day is already brighter seeing you in those shorts, and lemonade would be nice. I drank all of my water." She giggled. I made this woman giggle; and now she was off to get me lemonade! Of course I watched her beautiful ass walk all the way back to the house. Then I redoubled my efforts, so I would be done when she came back. When I saw her leaving the house with two glasses of lemonade, I was just finishing up, so I stood up so I could shake the hay off the tarp. Then I spread it out again, behind the big tractor wheel, where a late afternoon shade helped me cool down. When she came around the tractor, I was sitting with my back leaning on the tractor. She knelt down facing me, then handed me the lemonade; and then asked me a question, "I can't believe you like these old shorts. Your just trying to be nice. Do you really like them?" All of my blood was in my cock, and it was doing all the thinking and talking for me, "Are you kidding! You look positively stunning, if I was your husband and saw you in those, I would be on you in a second." She then did an incredible thing. She placed her two hands on the front of her shorts palms down. As she moved her hands up her shorts, she then continued speaking, "These old things, he doesn't even notice. When he comes home from work, he just gets a beer, I don't even get a kiss." The motion of her hands while she said this, was mesmerizing. Her efforts resulted in an even bigger and fuller camel toe! "If it was me, I would take one look at your ass in those shorts and I would give you a kiss that curled your toes, then I would go upstairs to our bedroom and get that coin jar we have on the dresser. I would take it outside and throw it all over the back yard. Then I would get the kids and tell them there was $17.93 out there and if they could find it all they could have it. That would keep them busy for a good hour I figure. Then I would pick you up plop you on the counter and lick your camel toe right through your shorts." She stopped my dialogue at that point and told me; I am a more visual person. You should show me what you mean. So I leaned forward and brought her in close and gave her an enthusiastic kiss. Then I laid her down on the tarp and proceeded to lick her camel toe. She started to grind her shorts into my face and I took that as a signal to pull her shorts down. What a set of lips! They were engorged with blood and begging to be worshiped. I started licking the one on the left and then moved to the right. By the time I starting sucking on them, she came! I then started to probe her slit with my tongue. She really liked that! When I started to alternate between licking her clit and fucking her with my tongue, she started to shake. I figured she was getting really close, so I took her clit in my mouth and started to suck. She screamed and squirted all over my face. Then she begged me to stop so I went up for the baseballs. Under that t-shirt were two of the most amazing tits I have ever made love too. They were a perfect handful. Her nipples were pretty sensitive, and I just love to get my whole mouth around her areolas. While I was doing that, she undid the snaps on my coveralls and they fell down. I stood and took off my boots so the Osh Kosh could fall right off. She then pulled off my very tented sweaty white boxers. She really seemed impressed with my Fat Turgid phallic farmer, and started to drop down to her knees, as I leaned back on the big tractor tire. I had to tell her it was pretty sweaty down there." "I like hot and sweaty; especially your nice sweaty and swollen cock. Your manly aroma brings out a lustful passion in me" What a woman! I'm not sure my cock could get harder at this point, but if it could, it did. She then proceeded to give me an all-star blow job. As you can imagine, I did not last long, and soon I was shooting ropes of cum into her mouth. As I expelled my third blast, she continued a soft tongue-stroking on the underside of my shaft.  Opening my eyes again, I saw her pretty blue eyes looking up to mine, and smiling as she slowly slid her mouth off my cock. As my todger dropped from her tight lips, I saw her smile brightly, a creamy drool seaping down from the side of her mouth.  Then her long tongue skillfully swept the wayward jizz back in, followed by a happy swallow. I slid sown the wheel rim til I was seated, and naked, I finished off the lemonade. We took a little break after that as she drank her lemonade. She finished hers and put her glass down, and started to stroke my cock. I was so keyed up, it was already semi hard. She soon had it ready to go. She pushed me back and climbed her naked curvy body aboard my hips. After 2 kids she was surprisingly tight. It felt amazing as she worked my cock like a champ. Gawd, your thick monster is so good! She declared. I had the privilege of watching her breasts jiggle with every move she made. Soon she had the angle just right and her climax was imminent. As I reached up to fondle her breasts, her eyes rolled back in her head and she came. It must have been intense because she stopped moving and then slumped onto my chest. When she finally looked up into my eyes, I told her we needed to change positions. Obviously, I wanted to do her doggy style after lusting after her butt for 5 years. She slid to my side and lifted one leg high. I rolled out and knelt between her spread knees, her head resting on her forearms, on the corner of the tarp. It was now all about me, and I was out to "ride her hard and put her away wet." I just let loose, pounding into her open cunt like there was no tomorrow. Apparently, she really liked what I was doing because soon she was slamming back as I hammered forward. I had already cum once, so I was in for the long haul and it was heaven. Her ass looked even better while I fucked her than it did in those shorts. I watched as my thick shaft pistoned her, the skin of her lips stretching outward as I retracted, then consume my phallus as I penetrated, to the stretched far end of her womb. All good things must cum to an end, however; and when she started to climax again, that sent me over the edge and I joined her euphoria. Completely spent I slumped to the ground beside her, to catch my breath. She did the same as she spooned into me. Her shoulder ust under my extended arm. She pulled the arm down and placed my palm on her lower tit. Taking a queue, I reached my upper arm around, and palmed her other tit. We laid there, savoring the moment. Perhaps  to 8 minutes passed, then her ass started a subtle wiggle and my cock twitched. Problem was, I had to finish baling. I thanked her for such kindness. She said the honor was her s. Adding that her body needed some intimate attention for several days, now.  Soon enough she was back in her clothes and headed to the house after one more steamy kiss. I may want to do this again, when I need more than I m getting.  I was back on the tractor and after watching her ass return to her house, I resumed my work. I never saw her again that summer but one more exciting thing did happen. I was back at that same field, But the young mother was soon driving off with the two little kids. As I was cutting the second cut in late August. I thought I saw her back in the driveway, stepping out of a different vehicle. She waved, but it wasn't her. it was someone similar but a bit older. As I continued to drive around the field, I continued to study this new woman, washing her car. I concluded it was her mom. She was wearing very blue tight shorts, I think they were stretchy like yoga pants, but shorts, instead. Very tight and nice to look at. She wore a white cotton halter top. The mom was bigger than her daughter, more the size of cantaloupes than baseballs. There was certainly more sag but there also was no bra involved and the bouncing was great to watch. I finished cutting the hay and stopped to put my disc mower into travel mode. I was pretty close to the house at this point and the woman waved to me. I waved back, and called hello. She waved me over to where she held the garden hose, and since I had sunglasses on, I could fully scope her out without looking like a perv. She definitely had nice tits that bounced with every step. Her top was wet from hosing down the car, revealing dark circles, and pointed tenting of the translucent cloth. The nipples were bigger than her daughter but the areolas seemed proportionately smaller. The camel toe however was divine! She had pulled up her shorts before I came over when she thought I wasn't looking. Her lips seemed even puffier than her daughter s, and her slit was a darker shade of blue than the rest of her shorts. This could only mean one thing, that she was hot to trot and ready to rock; I mean fuck. My cock of course, rose to the occasion in my coveralls. She made sure to take a long look down at my thick farmer pole. She didn't even try the lemonade route. She just was blunt and we got down to business. "I m Betty. Mindy s gone with the kids til 4.Looks like you re having a good ha-ard day," she said with the same two syllable pronunciation and a twinkle in her eye. I concluded that this was a set up, and I better take advantage quick. Haying follows a predictable pattern. Depending on the weather, 3 or 4 days after cutting is raking. Then later that day or the following day is baling. Thus the daughter had obviously known when to have mom come over. Soon we were making out like no tomorrow. I had to feel that camel toe so I moved my hand down to the front of her spandex shorts and traced the outline with my finger. She definitely was wet; she had soaked the front of the shorts. She also was ready to go and started to hump my hand. I quickly peeled off her shorts and rolled them down. My finger found her clit and I started to circle it. She moaned into my kiss and I then knelt down to taste her. I helped her scoot up onto the back trunk of her Cadillac. I was just starting to work on her, when she climaxed. She laid there, naked with her knees up for a minute, Then she didn't waste any time sliding off the car and getting me out of my coveralls and boxers. Then she pulled my cock along as she walked over to the hammock, strung between two Oak Trees. She set me crossways, across the double hammock and knelt on the grass. Her mouth skills were very developed, and my cock was down her throat in seconds. The pleasure was immense, but she wanted to savor my thick meat in her cunt, so she stopped before my cream erupted in her warm throat. Pulling me to my feet, she the laid face-down on the hammock, her weight supported by her arms, and urged me to plow her depths. I knelt on the grass and soon had her ass slapping my hips as the hammock rocked our action. She was laid over and I was balls deep in her pussy. I got on my feet and squatted, my knees wide as I thrusted into her compressed pussy. I couldn't help but reach under her and grab her swinging tits. I tried my best to hold off, but this all was too much for me and I exploded in her. As I pulled out, she let out a sad sigh and inquired if I was ready or able for more? "I hope you're not done because I'm not finished with you." She then had me lay on the hammock, then she straddled over my in 69; and started a gentle process of calling my cock back into the game. I was licking her clit while my fingers fondled her cunt and asshole. She took my cock in her mouth and started to deep throat me. When she had me fully lodged, she started to do this humming thing and I was rock hard. Taking my cock in hand she twisted her body sideways, then looked me in the eye, "I need this in my ass. Use the mess in my pussy for lube." Now I have to take a minute to tell you how much I love anal sex. My wife is not a fan, so I get it exactly two times a year, on my birthday and when I use my coupon. My wife made me a coupon I can use once a year for anal. Let me tell you, no other decision I make receives the amount of attention that I give to using that coupon! So it was my pleasure to oblige this lady and give her what she wanted. I laid her on her back because missionary is best for anal. You can play with her pussy or tits while you fuck. She was right that there was plenty of our combined fluids to lube her up and soon I was pumping into her ass at a steady pace. The flowing of the hammock s motions just added to the thrill. It was like my college days, when waterbeds were the fad. She clearly was enjoying herself, so I started to use my thumb on her clit. Taking her cantaloupes in hand, she soon was sucking on her own nipples and that was driving me wild. I increased the pace in her ass and I could feel her orgasm building. I decided she should share her nipples so while she worked on the one on the left, I took care of the one on the right. This was driving her wild and when she was almost there, I lightly bit her nipple and she exploded in ecstasy. I continued to plow into her until I filled her bowels with my second load. After resting with her for a while, I offered to help her finish washing her Sedan De Ville. Buck naked we used the sponge in the soapy pail, to shower off each other. Then we gave the car a 2nd scrub, followed by a thorough rinse. All the while we were buck naked. My willy was flopping and my sack was swinging. But the best sight was her pendulous naked tits swaying and rocking as she sponged the luxury car. My body air-dried by the time the car was clean. I got dressed as she stepped over to the gazebo, to grab her phone, which was propped up on the table. Connor, what s your cell number? She asked. I told her, and soon my phone dinged, from the hip pocket. I sent you a text, and a link to my private cloud storage. It s to the video we just made. After a lingering kiss, I got back on the tractor I couldn't help but think to myself, that next time my wife has a work party I'll tell all those city people who has the more exciting job! I got to see two babes in tight shorts and braless tight t-shirts at work, I also had the pleasure of not just seeing but tasting two of the sweetest camel toes ever. I got fucked by a mother and daughter in the same field on different days. Moreover, I don't even know their names! I bet they can't say that they had that kind of summer in their miserable little office boxes. If that isn't exciting then I don't know what is! I could hardly wait for the next party. Wait a minute I can't say any of that. I guess at the next one of my wife's parties I will just be the boring farmer with the shit-eating grin on his face say nothing.  Based on a post by Farmerjill [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Farmerjill/works], for Literotica. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories].

Amazon ‘Fiction’: Part 3

AMAZON ‘FICTION’: PART 3 THE LOST VALLEY - GOING HOME. Based on a post by Farmer Jill [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Farmerjill/works], in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/AmazonFiction3.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/AmazonFiction3.jpg] We both were exhausted from the fighting. Deianira had a hand on her throat, rubbing it unconsciously. I prayed as I moved, that my balls would stop hurting. The crowd was going wild, this was turning into a great fight. Then there was a loud bang and crash outside the hall. The Amazon's closest to the windows and doors began to fall to the ground. It seemed like an invisible wave was knocking everyone out. The wave washed over me and I was out like a light. I awoke in another medical room. It looked like the ones in the other villages. I was in a hospital bed with no restraints. I sat up and took a look around. There was no one else in the room and I couldn't hear anyone else in the rest of the building. I did know however that the Amazons had surveillance measures and there was no doubt in my mind that I was being watched and listened too. I figured that within five minutes of me being noticeably awake I would have company. Since I had no watch and there was no clock I could not be sure but within about five minutes a door opened in the wall and in walked a man in a purple tunic and pants. He had sandals on his feet, and was carrying a tray with a meal on it. "Good morning Breeder, I am glad to see you are awake. I am Gerald servant of the Queen. Here is your breakfast, while you eat I will advise you of your duties here." The breakfast was good, judging from the taste and texture my water was still the Drink. No pills or injections were offered, and I was addressed as Breeder, so it was not surprising I was getting the Drink. "You will be of service to the Queen and her Amazons as a breeder. A list has been prepared, and they will attend your quarters daily. I will show you to your quarters after you finish breakfast. You will notice you have a new amulet. This in addition to translation; has some additional powers for you. If you are allowed access, it will enable you to open doors. You just have to approach a door and if you have access it will open. Most importantly, this will allow you to leave your accommodations. Outside of the time you are expected to perform service; you are allowed to roam the village. If you try to escape or enter somewhere you do not have access; your amulet will report you and you will be punished. If you try to remove your amulet you will be punished. The punishment will be quick and painful. Do you have any questions yet?" I thought about it, pretty simple really. I was still just a sperm bank, but it seemed I might get treated better. He gave me a moment and with no response continued. "Perhaps you will have questions later? I will try to answer them. You are obviously to defer to the wishes of any Amazon you meet. The men here are treated differently than in the other tribes. Those in purple such as I are the personal servants of the Queen. Our directions are to be followed immediately. Those in red are trusted servants who will expect your assistance with whatever they request of you. Those in brown are not trusted servants, their amulets have powers similar to yours. You won't come in contact much with them; as they do most of the farm work and dirty jobs. The last group is those in blue. These are the specialists. They have been recruited from the outside to further the Amazon technology. Many of them live in what you would term a common law marriage with an Amazon. You will have little interaction with them; but if you do obey them as you would obey the purple. They are not happy when "their" Amazon partner uses the Breeder, not that they can do anything about it, so be warned. Be respectful of them. These Amazons are different from the ones you have been with before. If you follow the rules, you will be fine. If you don't, you have been warned. Any questions now?" I went over the risk and reward in my head, I decided I had nothing to lose. "Yes I would like to know if there is any chance that I can leave here at some point and return to my family?" Gerald looked thoughtful for a moment. "I do not know the future; I also do not know the will of the Queen. Perhaps you will have a chance to meet her and perhaps you will be able to ask her that question. I would not dwell on it however; life is good here for us men. I suggest you forget about the past, and learn to enjoy it here." By now I was finished eating so we left the medical building and walked toward another non-descript building that would be my home. As we walked Gerald asked me a question, "Are you not interested to know how you arrived here; and what happened in the village of the Black breast plated ones?" Now that he mentioned it I was. "Yes I am interested, I was in a pretty sticky situation when whatever happened; but I'm sure it wasn't done to rescue me." Gerald let out a small laugh, "No, your rescue was not the aim of what happened at all, sorry to disappoint. What happened was that my Queen was fed up with the antics of the Black breast plated ones; and acted to correct the balance. You see all four valleys used to be a unified group. Then around 150 years ago there was an earthquake that caused this group of Amazons to be separated from the rest. Originally there were 4 village chiefs who sat in council to rule the Amazons. My Queen was elected head of the group. Yes I see the look on your face, these Amazons live long lives. My Queen is over 250 years old. Two of the other queens also are that old, only the Golden breastplated ones have a young Queen. The one at the time of the earthquake died in the fighting that followed. The other three village leaders broke away to form their own Queendoms. My Queen tried to keep it all together but due to the damage from the quake and that the other three united to resist, she was unsuccessful. By the time she had rebuilt and was powerful enough to move against them they were firmly settle as independent tribes. My Queen then put all her focus into staying ahead of them in technology; and watched and waited. The Black breast plated ones would raid the others now and again, but it was always on a small scale. Recently they have become bolder; and have upset the balance by stealing the girl children of the other tribes. My Queen could not allow this to continue; so she struck. You all were knocked out, and the girls were returned to their tribes. The Queen left enough destruction behind in the Black one's village; to significantly set them back. That was a warning to them, of my Queen's power. The other Amazon tribes will also know what was don,e from their returning girls. The status quo has been reestablished. As far as you are concerned my Queen knew what torments that the Breeder and all males are subjected to by the Black ones. We also were in need of a new Breeder, so she kept you." We now had arrived at my quarters. I had only one more question for Gerald for now, "So, you wear clothes and so do the other men here, what color I am I wearing?" Gerald regarded me with a look of surprise, "You do not wear clothes; you are the Breeder." As if that answered everything! Gerald then gave a few more administrative directions and left. I was already scheduled for service that day after lunch. Since I had some time I decided to take a look around. I must admit it did make me smile when the opening to my quarters stayed open when I approached it. The village did indeed look like the others. There was the school, the kitchen and dining hall, the armory, and plenty of dwellings for the Amazons. I saw a few men about. None in purple, but the ones in red had the look of those on important business. I also saw no one in brown or blue. I did come near one large building and my amulet started to heat up. I quickly turned away. The building was large, and I deduced that it might be a research lab where the blue men and the Amazons kept up their technological edge. When I entered the hall for lunch, I felt all eyes on me. I went to the section where men were seated. Everyone appeared to eat at the same time but were segregated. Despite having been naked since my capture I suddenly felt embarrassed by it. I was the only one in the room naked. Sure, the men were allowed some clothing in some of the other tribes; but here everyone was fully clothed but me. The Amazons didn't even all have the same outfit of breast plate, and armored skirt. Some wore that but others wore different outfits. Apparently only the on active-duty Amazons here were dressed for battle. All of the Amazon's had vambraces though, so they were not defenseless at all. The men at the table I sat with were polite to me but otherwise ignored my presence. I finished my meal and went back to my quarters. I had no idea what to expect from these Amazons. The first ones, with the gold and silver breastplates had just tied me down and taken what they wanted. The second group with the Blazing Sun breastplates had essentially had me masturbate into their vaginas. The third group with the black breast plates used and abused me. What would these ones do? All I knew is that unlike the black breast plated ones I was back to being a sperm donor. This meant I would be ejaculating. This didn't mean it ould be fun, quite the opposite. Only with Queen Zenoba and with war leader Aella; had the sex been any good for me. Otherwise, my pleasure was not factored into the equation. My thoughts were interrupted by an Amazon entering my dwelling. She was dressed in a loose-fitting gown and sandals. She had no vambraces, which I thought was interesting. I suspected few would come in breastplates, as they couldn't get pregnant on active service. It was hard to tell what she looked like, but I soon found out it she was another attractive, in an athletic way, Amazon. She took off her sandals and gown and my cock instantly got hard. "Happy to see me, Breeder?" The Amazon, in addition to perky tits, tight stomach, broad hips, and long legs; had a nice voice. This time I could tell the truth. "You are certainly a vision to behold." It was true, she was very good looking, and if I was single I would be very interested in her. Yet I wasn't single, and the sexual stimulation cocktail I drank everyday made sure at least my cock was interested. I was standing beside my bed but didn't know what she wanted. She told me. "I am dripping in anticipation of you giving me a baby. I need you in me right now!" With that, she jumped onto the bed and spread her legs. Her nicely trimmed mound was glistening with her arousal, and I wasted no time getting on the bed and into her. No more talking, just plain fucking after that. She was very tight as I slid into her vagina, and it felt so nice. I slowly started to move in and outbuilding momentum. She urged me on, I could tell she was going to cum. She wrapped her legs around me and ran her nails down my back. Her climax was violent, and she shook so hard that if she didn't have her legs holding me I would have been thrown off the bed. I could feel the blood running down my back from her nails. She opened her eyes and blinked twice, I think to get them to focus, "Your cock is amazing! I have never cum so fast! Fuck me hard now, Breeder! Give me your baby makers!" I obliged and started to really hammer her vagina. She was thrusting her hips up to meet me and moaning her encouragement. I could feel my orgasm starting to build and let her know. "Here they come!" My words set off another orgasm that she rode while I sent blast after blast into her womb. She lay there for a few moments murmuring her appreciation to me. Then she opened her eyes again, "Now me on top. I want another load, Breeder." I rolled onto my back, and she proceeded to impale herself on my rejuvenated cock. Whatever was in their sexual stimulant was very effective. I could go many times a night and each-time delivery was a serious load of cum. She rode me to another orgasm, before working to make me unload in her. I wanted to play with her tits and began to caress them. She really liked that and encouraged my efforts. Her nipples seemed really sensitive, and I started to pull and tweak them. This caused her to ride me faster and start to moan incoherently. I could feel it when her orgasm hit her, because this time she clenched her vagina hard. That caused me to explode again into her womb. She flopped down on my chest, and lay there for awhile. Then she rolled off of me and got up. I noticed a slight red tinge to the mess around her vulva. "That was great, Breeder! You were better than I ever could have imagined. I'm glad I waited for the breeding time to do it." She then slipped back into her clothes, and out the door. I was stunned. Apparently that Amazon had been a virgin! She wanted to go straight from virgin to mom, with no rest stops in between! Wow. Just when I thought these Amazons couldn't surprise me they did. I did my Tai Chi forms, and then had a shower before dinner. Dinner was similar to lunch. My table mates wore red and were polite; but otherwise ignored me. Just as I was finishing up however Gerald sat down beside me. "Hello Breeder, I heard that you performed well this afternoon." I thought to myself, ‘what bullshit.’ He probably watched the whole thing in HD and stereo surround sound! I didn't say anything. "It's good you are settling in. do you have any questions for me yet?" I didn't really. The whole thing was pretty simple. I was a sperm bank and inseminator. Otherwise, I could do what I wanted besides leave. Would they give me a TV or a book? Maybe; but I didn't miss them, and I had not seen one of either since I had been captured. "No, I'm still taking it all in. I will let you know if I think of one." I knew where he sat in the hall. In the men's section, the purples had their own table. I had stayed away from that one, as well as the brown. No sense getting into trouble with the chosen ones or untrustworthy ones. The blue men and their Amazon partners also had their own section, and I wasn't going to sit with them either. That left the reds. Maybe they would warm up to me? Maybe, if and when I am retired as a breeder, I might even become one of them? I finished dinner and went back to my quarters. The next day was more of the same. Three meals and this time two Amazons to service. One in the morning, one in the afternoon. The one in the morning was all business. As she entered she said, "Lets get this over with." She then undressed, lay on the bed, and spread her legs. She was dry as a dessert, so I applied lube to my cock and fucked her until I came. She then got up got dressed and left. The one in the afternoon was also all business, but wanted to be in control. She put me in the Amazon position and then proceed to get herself off before making me cum. Then she did it, again and again. I was starting to get sore and bored. She never said a thing to me, and didn't even moan or show any sign she was enjoying the process. Once I came the third time, she got dressed and left. It was over quickly, and I was feeling depressed; so I went for a walk. I headed to the school. Watching the girls always cheered me up. I loved children and wished Connie, and I had had a girl. I loved my three boys and missed them terribly. Yet I had always wanted at least one boy and girl. After three tries Connie wasn't willing to risk a fourth for a girl so we stopped. She said she was outnumbered enough as it was. I agreed, and I had the vasectomy. The ones the Amazons had reversed. When I arrived at the school, there were girls who looked about 10 doing sword drills in the yard. I couldn't imagine seeing that back home! They were going at it hard; their instructors would have tolerated no less. After watching for a while I felt a presence beside me. I turned my head to see an Amazon beside me in the full battle gear. She looked a bit older to me, maybe 40 but still beautiful for sure. I quickly turned back to watching the girls. A few minutes later she spoke, "You like to watch the girls, Breeder. Why is that?" I was a bit stunned. I had never had an actual conversation with an Amazon the whole time I was a captive. Sure, I had received instructions but never an actual conversation. These ones were different though, so I went for the truth. "I miss my three boys, and I always wanted a girl, so I come here to cheer myself up." I looked at her when I said it, and noticed the sadness in her eyes. "I can understand that, Breeder. I too had three boys but never a girl. I always wanted a girl, but Theodorous and I only had boys, before he died." This was interesting, she had a husband? I wondered how long he had been dead; it couldn't be that long by the look of her. "I am sorry to hear that. Please accept my condolences." She went quiet, and I didn't know what else to say; so we watched the girls in silence. I was startled when she spoke again. "Breeder, what is your given name? I know you are from the outside, like my Theo, and you have one." "My name is Nelson, Nelson James; and may I ask you your name? "My name is Xanthe. You remind me of Theo; Nelson. I have not been with a man since he died; and I want you to come to my dwelling tonight." This was new! An Amazon was propositioning me. Usually, they just took what they wanted. I didn't know what I should say, if I said no, she could just force me any way. If I said yes; did that mean I was in trouble, because she was jumping the line to get bred? She clearly sensed my discomfort. "Nelson you are on your own time, as the outsiders would say. You have provided your service today, and will certainly be able to provide it again tomorrow. There is no rule against us enjoying ourselves this evening." Wow! It was a proposition, and she was even considering my pleasure. It would certainly be nice to actually have sex with someone; as opposed to being used as a sperm provider. "Yes, I would like that. Where am I to go, or am I to meet you at my dwelling?" "It is almost time for supper. We will walk past my dwelling on the way to the hall. After supper and the sun goes down, you will come to me." We walked in silence to her dwelling. After she pointed it out, I slowed down, so we were no longer walking together. She wanted me to come in the dark, so I deduced she didn't want to broadcast our liaison to the others. It was kind of funny really. I'm sure we were being watched, but the illusion of privacy was fine with me. I was tempted to ask my tablemates that night, about Xanthe, but I didn't. I respected her privacy and my asking about her would definitely make it a topic of conversation, probably gossip. After supper I went back to my quarters and showered. It was all I could do to prepare. It was not like I could get dressed up. Once the sun was down and it was fully dark I went to Xanthe. She was wearing a diaphanous negligee that had me instantly hard. I knew that even without the Drink I would have been hard instantly. She was gorgeous. Sure, she was athletic looking. But her breasts, although perky, were larger. Her hips were broader, and her lace panties hinted at the treasure beneath. She actually giggled at my stunned look. I recovered and spoke without thinking, "You are the most beautiful women I have ever seen." We moved toward each other and shared our first kiss. Her kiss literately took my breath away. As we broke apart for air she caressed my cock. Then she shocked me further by getting on her knees and taking my cock into her mouth. I could not believe the feeling as she slowly took my cock all the way into her mouth and throat. I had not had a blowjob in about 6 months; and only Connie had ever given me one in my whole life. I thought Connie was amazing, but Connie never had deep-throated me; not even close. Xanthe could have been a professional fellatrix, in my mind. She used her throat, mouth, and tongue; to worship my cock. It seemed like she had only been at it for a minute before my cock exploded down her throat. It was so intense that Xanthe had to grab my ass and hold me up, or I would have collapsed. I recovered and needed to do the same to her, "Lay on the bed, Xanthe. It is my turn now." I then slowly worked my way toward her panties. She gasped when I grabbed them with my teeth and began to pull them off her. Xanthe helped by lifting her hips and soon I was back in front of her neatly trimmed pussy. She gasped again when I made contact with her labia. Then I moved to give her a light lick on her clit, and she erupted in an intense orgasm. It was like a detonation; pussy juice flooded my face. Her body shook like she was having a seizure. I wondered just how long her husband had been dead. I then continued to pleasure her vulva. Little kisses on her thighs and lips. Tiny licks to her vagina and clitoris. She was breathing heavy and continuously moaning. I had never heard a woman so turned on before. It made me feel like some kind of Casanova. Xanthe came again, and a third time, before she asked me to make love to her. I felt a sharp pang of guilt at this point. I hoped Connie would understand all of this, if I ever got home again. Yet after being raped and used for months; I was enjoying this so much, there was no way I was going to stop. Pushing those thoughts out of my mind, I moved up and kissed Xanthe. She was not put off at all, and returned my kiss with an intense passion. As our tongues dueled, I slowly inserted my cock into her vagina. It was tight and felt like velvet caressing my cock. Once I was fully inserted, I stopped moving and concentrated on our kiss. Xanthe somehow ratcheted up the intensity as we had the kiss of a lifetime. We finally broke apart. We were gasping for air. I then pulled back and began to pump in and out with a slow steady rhythm. She grabbed my ass and tried to pull me in deeper with each thrust. We also continued to kiss. The exquisite feelings were so overwhelming I could feel my orgasm building. There was no stopping it even if I wanted to. Somehow it was even more powerful than the last one in her throat. When I recovered I held myself inside her and rolled her on top. I was desperate to feel her breasts. She appreciated my touch as she lazily rode my cock. Xanthe took off her negligee and then I had full access to her glorious globes. I soon had one nipple in my mouth and Xanthe was moaning her encouragement. I pulled her down for a kiss and caressed both nipples with my hands. This set her off again, and we continue to kiss as her orgasm continued. I started to move my hips in time with her, not madly thrusting; but meeting her in a dance of love-making. It seemed to last forever, us kissing and making love. Then she shuddered with another orgasm, and I followed. She collapsed on my chest, and we fell asleep. I awoke early to find my right arm around her and her right arm on my chest. She was looking at me and the sadness in her eyes from yesterday was gone. "Nelson, I must thank you. You reminded me what it was like to make love with Theo again." I must admit I was still in a bit of a daze so without really thinking about it I said, "It was my pleasure but surely he hasn't been gone that long." Her laugh was music to my ears. Yet what she said blew my mind. "Nelson you think me pretty, but I am almost 300 years old. Theo has been dead for over 150 years, and I have not been with a man since then." Trying to process this information was hard. I knew they had amazing technology, and that the Queen of these Amazons was 250 years old, but I had never seen her; and the woman in my arms didn't look 50 let alone 300. "Well, I wouldn't think you were a day over 40, Theo was a lucky man. How many years did you have?" "After the quake I was sent out into the outside to recruit Theo. He was working on making better and more efficient motors. I seduced him and brought him back. Things were different then, we married and lived together for fifty-three wonderful years. I bore him three sons and even after the perfection of the fertility Drink, I didn't conceive a girl. My sons are long dead, and I have been so lonely. I know I can't have you again until you are finished as the Breeder, but I can hope that sometime in the future we could be together." This was making me uncomfortable. A 300-year-old clingy Amazon. The sex was out of this world, but I loved my wife and wanted to escape back to her. I tried to change the topic, "Perhaps you will conceive this time. Then maybe you will have the girl you have always wanted." She let out a bitter laugh, "Nice thought, Nelson; but my time for children is over, I can no longer get pregnant." I now felt awkward, what do you do after a one-night stand with an Amazon? I just continued to hold her and felt that she wanted to cry. She didn’t of course; she was an Amazon warrior after all. After what seemed like an hour, we separated, and she dressed. I used her shower and when I came out she was gone. I then went to the hall for breakfast. Then it was back to my quarters to do my duty. The days all blurred into one. It was three weeks after my liaison with Xanthe, when something very unexpected happened. I was on my post servicing afternoon walk when I saw Alesha Murray! She saw me at about the same time and walked toward me. Alesha, who was dressed in battle gear, didn't stop until she was right in my personal space and then did something even more unexpected. She reached out and grabbed my cock. "Nice cock, Breeder. I am looking forward for my chance to feel it inside me." I was so stunned by the exchange that I couldn't form words. She then moved to my right side and without stopping stroking my cock, she put her other hand on my naked ass. Her hand slowly moved until I felt one of her fingers at my rear entrance. Then what felt like one of her fingers entered my asshole. It slipped in easily she must have lubricated it somehow because nothing had ever been in my ass before. She then withdrew her hand from my ass, but I could still feel something inside me. She gave me one more stroke and then took her hand off my cock. "I'm glad you survived. Hopefully soon we can get together." and with that she walked off. I tried to act like nothing happened and continue my walk. I'm sure I was now walking funny, although I was trying not too. I cut my walk short and went back to my quarters in the fastest way possible. Hoping there was no surveillance in my bathroom, I sat down on the toilet and pulled a thin tube from my ass. It was very slippery which explained how Alesha had been able to insert it. I noticed a cap on one end and opened it up. There was a note inside. Nelson, There are eyes everywhere, especially do not trust Gerald. I am working to get us out of here. Be ready and don't lose hope. Alesha I quickly put the note in the toilet and filled the tube with water from the sink. Then it went in the toilet too. I flushed and both the note and tube disappeared. I flushed a few more times just to make sure. Then I noticed I was sweating profusely! I had a chance to escape, maybe. I had no idea what Alesha was planning but I really didn't hold out much hope. She was by herself, and I couldn't believe they would fully trust her. I couldn't sleep that night. I was too busy fantasizing about escape and a reunion with my wife and kids. Another couple of weeks went by, and I didn't see Alesha again. Then one day Gerald came to sit with me at dinner in the hall. "Breeder how are you doing?" "I'm doing well, Gerald. I even have some questions for you." "Go ahead." "I was wondering, I was told that the Queen is around 250 years old. How long do the Amazons live?" Gerald was clearly surprised by my question. He rubbed his chin. "It is my understanding that they can live over 500 years, but since the quake warfare between the tribes of Amazons has meant few live that long. I know that there is one Amazon left here in this village that is at least 300 years old. You could never pick her out however she looks like she is 40 at the most." Maybe my tryst with Xanthe wasn't viewed by Gerald at least. "I have one more question. What about the men?" Gerald scowled, "That term is not usually spoken. As for those who are not Amazons the lifespan is the same as those on the outside world. I do not know why. Even those born of Amazons do not live past 100 years." Clearly Gerald was uncomfortable with this topic. That told me more than he did. The Amazon's were not sharing their biotech with the men, even the blue ones. Yet Gerald had not sat down beside me to just chat and answer my questions, so I waited for his real purpose. After a moment or two of silence, Gerald got to the point; "The Queen expects your attendance in her quarters, tomorrow morning after breakfast." The way he said it left no doubt in my mind he was unhappy about me meeting her. I remembered what Alesha said; and in my best noncommittal voice, replied to Gerald. "I shall be there of course as directed." There was nothing left to be said by either of us. He was mad and I was hopeful I could ask her about my release. It was going to be another sleepless night. The next morning, I went to breakfast and then attended the Queen's residence. I had walked passed it many times in my time in the village. I never went to close to it, but it was the only building that was clearly better than the rest, and it had a guard out front. I walked past the guard and entered the building. There, unsurprisingly, I met Gerald. "This way, Breeder. The Queen awaits you." I followed Gerald into a room that looked like a gym. There was no furniture at all, but there was a circle painted on the floor. The floor was the usual flexible yet firm material. I felt like I was in a wrestling gym. The door closed behind me as Gerald left the room. Another opening appeared on the other side of the room, and who I assumed was the Queen entered. She did not look 250! Like Xanthe she had a little more curves than most of the Amazons, but still had a very athletic looking body. There was no doubt it. Her muscles were way too defined to be anything but real. She had on the armor skirt; but no sandals, vambraces, nor breastplate. Her firm breasts had no covering at all. It was clear her and I were going to fight. "Breeder I have been looking forward to our meeting ever since I spoke to Queen Zenoba about you. You defeated her champion in three falls. Impressive. I understand we interrupted your rematch with her. A pity, I'm sure. I am past the time of birthing, but I would enjoy a coupling with you, if you are worthy." The implication was clear, she wanted me to try to force myself on her. Obviously, she was going to fight to win, and if I fought well enough I would survive. Once again I remembered my conversation back in Germany with Connie. I wondered if this was the reward that Connie was thinking about, when she encouraged me to leave? The same thoughts reappeared in my mind from the fight from Zenoba. As noted she looked like a fighter and moved like a leopard about to strike. She wondered if I was worthy, and I wondered if I would stand a chance of surviving; let alone putting up a worthy fight! My last thought, before I cleared my mind; was would this be my honeybee moment? Would the Queen mate with me, and then kill me? My training kicked in, and I tried to be the meditation in motion that Tai Chi wanted me to be. The Queen advanced on me, and I assumed the ready position. Again, I was at a disadvantage. My cock was rock hard, and my balls were unprotected. Yet at the same time, this was different, I could smell her arousal. This was different, and perhaps I could use it to my advantage. I decided to gamble on a move she probably wasn't expecting. It looked like she wanted to grapple so I faked left, went right, moved quickly under her guard, and slapped her left breast as hard as I could before moving by. I was rewarded with a grunt and a lopsided grin from the Queen. "Maybe you will be worthy, but it's still early." As the last word left her mouth, she moved with ridiculous speed at me. I couldn't tell what move she was going to use; she seemed to be a whirlwind of motion. It ended with my feet swept out from under me, and an elbow to the groin. The pain was intense, and as I moved my hands down to protect myself, she grabbed my wrist and swept my arm up and around. My body had to part ways with my arm, or follow the movement, so I ended up face first on the ground with my arm locked behind me. It was very painful. My other arm was free, but any movement on my part just increased the pain, so I waited to see what she would do. No matter the pain, there was no way I was going to try and tap out at this point. She was kneeling with one knee on my back and one on the floor on an angle. The Queen had me by only her left hand, so her right was free. She then landed a hard smack on my ass. No doubt this was some payback for my tit slap, and it continued. She rained blows down on my ass. It seems like she was trying to drive it into the floor. I needed to do something, and I got my chance when sweat made her grip slightly slip on my pinned arm. I shot my body upwards and forwards at the same time. Rolling away from her I regained my feet and tried to massage some life back into my left arm, while continuing to keep distance from the Queen. We circled one another looking for another opening. My sore ass keeping me motivated. That is when I noticed that where she had me pinned was moisture on the floor. No doubt it was my sweat, I just had to get her into it. The Queen didn't realize what I was doing, but just as her right foot stepped onto my sweat I feinted with a couple of jabs. She tried to move fast. Her right foot slipped, and she lost balance. I darted in and launched myself at her grabbing both her breasts as hard as I could. She landed hard on her back and my knee in her groin. I let go of her breasts in order to slap them both hard while my knee hit her again in the groin. Then standing, I grabbed her right breast with both hands and pulled up and to the left. A grunt of pain escaped her lips as she struggled against my pull, so I let go. She fell back again hard, and I followed up with another knee to the groin. Quickly moving between her legs, I then slammed my cock into her as hard as I could. This elicited a grunt/moan from the Queen. I moved my hands to her throat to choke her. As I squeezed, I continued to hammer into her. I noticed the smell of her arousal was increasing and she was moving her hips to meet me. This lulled me into a false sense of security; and like lightening her arms were between by arms and she pushed up and out breaking my hold. At the same time, she bucked her hips dislodging my cock from her vagina. She rolled away and sprang to her feet. We circled again, looking for an advantage. The smell of sex was now in the air, her arousal was intoxicating to me for some reason. My cock was so hard it hurt. Apparently, I liked this sex fighting. My body was responding just like when I fought Zenoba. Again, she used her whirlwind attack; and again I was powerless to figure it out or stop it. It resulted in three quick blows to my midsection that knocked the wind out of me. Then she grabbed my head and pulled it down as she drove up her knee. I was powerless to do anything, and my nose was broken again. The blood spray excited her, and as I collapsed on the floor she flipped me over. She then impaled herself on my cock and grabbed my nipples. She had an amazing grip; the pain was intense. I gathered up my strength and then tried the same move on her; moving my arms in between hers grabbing her wrists and pushing up and out. I was rewarded with her grip breaking. As her left hand came off my nipple it took a chunk of skin with it. I fought through the pain and grabbed her head. Pulling it down to mine, I kissed her hard probing her mouth with my tongue. She returned the kissed and continued to ride me hard. I then bit her lip. This earned me a surprise gasp and I seized the initiative. I moved out from under her, while at the same time grabbing her right arm and forcing her onto her belly. Applying enough pressure to cause maximum pain regardless of damage; I then kneed her legs apart. I could then line up my cock and slam it into her from behind. She let out a moan. I continued to thrust into her as hard as I could; and soon I felt what could only be the beginnings of her orgasm. Her vagina began to pulse squeezing my cock. Her breathing became heavier, and her moans were continuous. I tried to put more pressure on her arm and as I felt her shoulder dislocate she erupted. A scream of ecstasy left her mouth as her body shuddered. I could not believe the force of her orgasm and lost focus. My grip loosened on her arm, and she reacted. Before I knew what hit me my head was in a scissor lock. The Queen was on her back but her incredibly strong thighs had my head firmly held in place. She was squeezing so hard I thought I might black out. Then she readjusted herself, so her cunt mashed into my face. It was a sloppy mess of our juices, but I couldn't move my head she started to squeeze, "Lick me Breeder or it will be lights out." I didn't have much choice but to comply. Her hands were free, so she started to slap my balls. If I stopped licking she squeezed harder, the pain was intense. I realized if I wanted any chance of getting out of this I had to make her cum. I forced myself to meditate to mitigate the pain; and redoubled my efforts on her clit. I felt her orgasm coming and got ready to make my move. As her vagina started to pulse I put my hands on her ass. I made it seem to her that I was trying to pull her in tighter to my face. Then when I judged it to be the optimum time; I pushed my finger into her ass. The scream that she let loose with her climax this time was deafening. Her legs loosened on my head, and I pushed them apart escaping her hold. We both were back on our feet, and I prepared for another round. To my surprise, she announced it was over. "Breeder you are worthy. I haven't cum like that in many years. It is time now for refreshments." To say I was shocked would be an understatement as she led me through an opening into another room. That room had a table with two chairs around it and she told me to sit. Then another shock, as Gerald entered the room. He had a first aid kit. He put the kit on the table and still not looking at me, he went behind the Queen and popped her shoulder back into place. He then used the spray on her shoulder and other abrasions. He was taking his time with the Queen as my adrenaline disappeared and my pain increased. Gerald finished with the Queen and then started to pack up the kit. "Gerald." One word was all it took, and with a quick scowl at me Gerald began to spray my nipple. The relief was immediate. Then he sprayed my balls, and I felt an overwhelming relief. Gerald then packed up and left the room only to return with drinks and food. He was not happy when he was dismissed. The food was delicious the best I had received yet with the Amazons. I hoped I had performed well enough to be able to petition the Queen, "My Queen may I ask you a question?" "Yes Breeder, you may." "I am happy to serve you, my Queen, but I do very much miss my family on the outside, I wondered if once I had completed my service here that I could return to them." There I said it. I held my breath. "Breeder there has been much discussion of this very thing. This sponsor of your expedition Sylvia Riesling; has drawn much attention to us. We have not received this much attention since Francois Canard visited us. We would prefer much less interest; and your return as the head of a successful expedition would be unacceptable." My disappointment was evident as the Queen continued. "Yet if you don't return; it won’t be any better, probably worse. She will send more to find us, there is already talk of looking for you. Therefore, the only way you can return is if you proclaim your mission a failure. If I was to let you go, Breeder; what would you say everyone? Would you follow Canard and tell the world you found us, or could you keep it a secret?" I'm sure my joy at the possibility of seeing Connie and the boys again was now evident. "I am certain that I could tell the world that I had failed to find the legendary Amazons. I could weave a story of illegal miners, vicious indigenous peoples, and getting lost in the rain forest." This seemed to be good enough for the Queen. "I thought you were a smart man; but remember we will destroy you if you double cross us. Canard made promises too but then tried to publish his journal. Who do you think destroyed all the other copies? Who do you think convinced the world he was crazy? We will do the same to you and more. We have Amazons who go into the world, and we know everything about you and your family." I did not doubt for a second; of what they were capable of. Nor did I doubt that the Amazons maintained a secret society throughout the world. Their global goals were a guarded secret, but they need the world to be ignorant of their existence, until they were ready to swiftly take over the entire world. "I will take the secret to my grave I assure you." "I know you will, especially because we also wouldn’t want your wife to see the videos of you having sex with Alesha." Alesha? Obviously, they couldn't use any videos of him having sex with Amazons, but he had never done anything with Alesha. "Yes Breeder, it was Alesha's idea, it’s what made me decide to let you go. If you don't keep the secret your torrid love affair while in the rain forest with Alesha will go public." Of course that could not come out. It made sense that Alesha too should escape with two of us it would be easier to believe the story. This must have been the plan that Alesha told me about. I was subsequently dismissed and returned to my quarters to find Alesha waiting for me. Sex with one more woman by now, wasn't going to make a difference and I figured I better make it good for the camera, or they would just make me do it again. I made Alesha cum several times in the next hour. I cannot deny that I enjoyed myself. Alesha was a passionate lover. Afterward as we lay their spent; I couldn't believe we would be going home. "Alesha did you ever think; since that day Estelle took the arrow; that we would get out of this?" "No, Nelson; I figured we were done; it was only a matter of time, especially with what happened to Lori, Mateus, and Paulo." "Yes, it was brutal what happened to the brothers. I really liked those guys. The story we come up with will have to make them heroes." It took two days to fine-tune our story. We then had to tell it to the Queen who critiqued it mercilessly. She also asked a plethora of questions that people might ask us. Once the Queen was happy with it, we were give back some of clothes and equipment. The plan was to drop us at a well-traveled spot on the river about 50 miles north of where we started. When we emerged from the rain forest and were "discovered" by missionaries our story immediately caused a media frenzy. By the time the missionaries brought us to Iquitos, the place our mission started from. All the big media outlets were there. CNN, BBC, Others were all represented. It was pandemonium until I asked for silence to tell our tale. "As you all know, Sylvia Riesling funded our expedition to find the legendary women warriors called Amazons. Our main source of information was the journal of Francois Canard; a 19th century explorer that left a journal of his expedition to find the Amazons. Many doubted Francois and he earned the nickname of Bizarre Canard. We believed that he was perfectly sane, and followed his trail from the journal. Unfortunately, we could not confirm a single thing he said in his journal. He was very specific, but nothing matched up at all. After searching fruitlessly for a month, before we were attacked by illegal miners who sunk our boat. Mateus and Paulo our fearless guides then sacrificed themselves, so we could make our escape. We lost most of our gear including our communications and directional devices. We were lost. Then we stumbled upon an indigenous people who feared outsiders. They actually ambushed us and Lori Becker; our expedition leader; was killed. We fled deeper into the forest and remained lost. It was then that Estelle succumbed to a snake bite. Only Alesha and I remained, and it was solely due to her special forces training and innate abilities that we survived. You know the rest, we stumbled upon some missionaries and here we are.” The questions came fast and furious. The Queen's prep work was invaluable as we answered them. The press made it into the story of the year. Movie studios wanted to make it a film. Publishing houses offered book contracts. We were offered a spot on all the popular talk shows in multiple countries. I didn’t have any regrets about telling our lie. Part of me knew it would be hard for people to believe the truth. However, I did feel like a total shit when we met Sylvia for the first time after our return. She had been so certain that the Amazons existed and that we would find them. Sylvia, who could have cared less about the money spent; saw her dream of proving the existence of the Amazons crushed. That was bad but the Francois’s family was worse. I couldn't face the Canards at all. They took it all in stride, however, they were used to disappointment. I even received a thank you card from them, for our attempt to redeem Francois. Then I felt like an even bigger shit. After the press conference, we were taken to Sao Paulo. At the same time Connie and the boys were alerted of our rescue and also flown to Sao Paulo. We were reunited finally, after almost six months apart. After the initial uproar, press conferences and interviews Sylvia even paid for the five of us to have a vacation on a Caribbean island. Once again, I felt like such a shit. Yet what could I do? I also wanted to confess what really happed to Connie. Yet I could not. The result would be devastating retaliation by the Amazons. The Queen had made sure to send me a message after our big press conference telling me ‘so far so good,’ we were doing great selling our tale. I was a little worried when Connie mentioned that my cock seemed bigger when we first were reacquainted in the bedroom. I passed it off as being so horny for her. Also, I was super hard, and we both hadn’t has sex in 6 months, so it felt bigger. Thankfully, she accepted that explanation. However, the reality was that it definitely was bigger now, by about an inch and a half. That must have been a side-effect of the Drink. It never shrunk back. My refractory period however slowly returned to "normal" as did the amount of sperm I produced. Speaking of sperm; a closer call to our whole story unravelling was when Connie announced she was pregnant. We both were very happy that somehow my vasectomy had "failed" especially after we learned it would be a girl. There was no way I could go see my doctor about it. I was certain the Amazon medicine would have erased any sign of a vasectomy. That would lead to uncomfortable questions. Moreover, my doctor would be afraid I would sue him. Instead; after the birth, Connie had her tubes tied so there would be no more surprises. My boys loved their little sister. My university was very glad to get me back. On the one hand the Amazon expert status faded to the background. Yet on the other hand my expertise on the Amazon basin and having survived six months in it, netted me even bigger stardom. I became the "expedition" expert, and the university milked it for all it was worth. EPILOGUE Nelson never went back to the Amazon, nor did he ever see Alesha Murray again. He just tried to be the best husband and father he could. Nelson even got to be a grandfather of six, before he was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He never changed his story, keeping his word so that the legendary Amazons remained just that a legend. It didn't stop the Queen from making sure Nelson’s palliative care nurse was really an Amazon warrior who made sure that Nelson didn't make any deathbed confessions. She also made sure he took his secret to the grave by helping him get there a little earlier. Based on a post by Farmer Jill [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Farmerjill/works], in 3 parts, for Literotica.

Amazon ‘Fiction’: Part 2

AMAZON ‘FICTION’: PART 2 NELSON IS TRADED TO ANOTHER TRIBE. Based on a post by Farmer Jill [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Farmerjill/works], in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/AmazonFiction2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/AmazonFiction2.jpg] When I arrived on the other side of the field, the Amazon just continued on a path into the forest. I followed and the one who had been 10 paces away fell in behind me. We walked until it was dark and then stopped. It was the same routine for us as the trip to the exchange. A ready to eat meal, and then sleep for me and rotating guard duty for them. A ready to eat meal in the morning and then carry on walking. It was nearing sundown when we exited the forest and entered farmland. After the farmland was a village that looked identical to the one I had left. We entered through a guarded opening, and I was led to a carbon copy building of my prison in the last village. Inside was the toilet and sink and that's it. 2 windows and the flexible floor material. A tray of food was sitting on the floor. The Amazons who had led me there left and the opening slammed shut. As I ate I figured that these new Amazons would be using me for breeding in the morning. It made me laugh. I missed the loving sex with my wife Connie. This getting raped by multiple partners was getting depressing. I resigned myself to being strapped to another table and used in the morning. I was awoken by a man entering through the opening with a tray of food. He also handed me a pill. He made sure I swallowed it before he stepped back and allowed me to eat. I figured the pill was a nicer version of the sex drug injection I had been getting. Surprisingly, he then spoke to me. This would be the first man who had spoken to me in over a month, ever since Mateus and Paulo had been sold off as eunuchs. "Breeder you will be visiting the first sister wives today. You will follow these instructions exactly; any deviation will be punished by death. After you enter their bed chamber you will ready yourself for insemination. You will wait until the sister wife prepares her mate for you. Once she is ready you will insert yourself and release. Then you will exit and wait for that sister wife to prepare the other. When she is ready you will be ready to insert yourself and release. You must spend the least amount of time as possible breeding. You then will leave and return here. A guide will arrive each time to take you to the sister wives." He then looked at me, even though it was the longest speech I had heard since we were captured it still was the bare minimum required to get the point across. I noticed he wore an amulet like me that obviously was translating. I didn't really have any questions. I was expected to jerk off until I was ready to blow and presumably the sister wife would move out of the way to how she was preparing her mate and then I was to ejaculate inside her womb. I wondered what Connie would think of this "reward." I risked speaking, "Understood." I could be a man of few words too if I wanted to be. He then turned and left the room with me following behind. We walked a short distance to another dwelling, and he announce our arrival, "The breeder." "Send it in." I then entered the dwelling. It had a central room with an obvious bathroom and bedroom through other openings. I moved forward to the bedroom and saw two of the Amazons naked on the bed. They were beautiful in that athletic way of these Amazons. My cock was rock hard immediately as I watched the one Amazon orally pleasure the other. It was readily apparent that she would make her partner climax, and it was at that point I would do my duty. I didn't know how long that would take so I quickly stroked myself to the edge. I then kept myself there waiting. While I was waiting I wondered why they didn't just harvest my sperm and use AI. I learned later that the Amazons had studied the impregnation process until they had achieved the most efficient and effective system. What this meant is that the best time for the man to ejaculate was immediately after the female orgasm. This is why the Amazons of the Valley of Fire had all rode me to a climax before I came. This was why these Amazons of the Valley of the Sun gave their wife an orgasm before I was inserted. Natural insertion was found to be the best delivery system. The Valley of Fire Amazons were mostly heterosexual so enjoyed the ride so to speak. They were of course uninterested in any male's pleasure which is why we had been restrained. These Valley of the Sun Amazons were lesbians, they wanted minimal male contact. It all seemed logical even though it was very unfulfilling for the man involved. I was getting desperate to make love to my wife Connie. I was craving foreplay and the build up. Almost all of these Amazons had perky tits, and I was dying to touch and kiss them. I also loved to go down on my wife and she loved to give me blow jobs. Oh, how I missed that. If it wasn't for the injections and pills these Amazons might turn me off to sex! My thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of a woman climaxing. her partner moved away, and I gave myself a few quick jerks and pushed myself into the ready vagina. The feeling was amazing. Her vagina was so hot tight I couldn't have held out if I wanted to and I blasted her womb with my baby makers. I quickly but carefully then pulled out. The woman that I had just inseminated then pulled on some underwear while her wife lay down on the bed. She then went to work readying her wife for breeding. I began to stroke myself back to the edge. Whatever was in the pill they gave me reduced the refractory time to mere seconds. Eventually the second Amazon had her orgasm, and I repeated my insemination. Again, the vagina I entered was like warm tight velvet and I filled it with sperm. I then withdrew from her and left their room returning to my prison. The guide man showed up with lunch and then led me to another couple of sister wives to breed. This continued every day for about another month. At night I was left alone and did my forms and slept. I would have preferred a book to read or a TV to watch. I would have liked to just leave my prison and go for a walk! Yet the door to my opening only opened for everyone else, never me. I did take advantage of my walk back home after breeding. These Amazons seemed less intense than the last ones and I would meander back to my prison. In addition, I was able to talk to some of my guides. I learned that all meals were prepared in a central kitchen. It had an attached dining hall where everyone ate, except of course for guys like me. The women went first then the girls in training and finally the male slaves. The girls in training, were the female offspring of the Amazons and lived at the school once they turned four. The boy children went to live in the slave pen within 24 hours of birth. There were male slaves responsible for raising them. Each group of the same age girls was called a "sister group" and since they all had the same dad they were not allowed to intermarry. They could however marry anyone in the other sister groups. Given the breeding cycle and the availability of breeders there was little chance that they would marry their biological sister. The girls received schooling in the usual subjects as well as physical and military training. When they graduated at 18 they were put on active military service for five years. Once that was done they were still expected to fight but were allowed to marry and have children. There was to be no interaction between the girls and their dads. Once the scheduled women had all been bred the breeder was then traded away or sold as a slave to other Amazon tribes. Therefore, I knew my time with these Amazons was limited and my future might be bleak. I had no interest in becoming a eunuch slave. I just wanted to escape but so far there had been less than no opportunity. I also spent my nights thinking about my wife Connie and the boys. I missed them like crazy and hoped that I would see them again. I replayed our decision for me to go on this expedition a thousand times, regretting coming every time. That night I was awakened with a hand on my mouth. I was pulled to my feet by an Amazon who locked a collar around my neck. She then whispered in my ear, "You will do exactly as I say, you will not make a sound, you will follow me and make no attempt at escape. If we are separated then go to the village opening. If you fail to comply you will be killed." At that point, the collar around my neck briefly became very warm and then cooled off quickly again. This Amazon was serious, I knew my life was in the balance, "Understood." She then led me out of my prison but not through the opening. The Amazon had cut a hole in the wall, and we exited through it. It was very quiet in the village as we made our way to the opening. We were about halfway there when an alarm went off. The night also started to light up with flashes. I noticed that my Amazon's breastplate was black but otherwise she was dressed like all the other women warriors I had met. She had a sword in her right hand but when an Amazon with a blazing sun exited a dwelling she aimed her left hand at her. The laser beam that left her vambrace almost cut the other Amazon in half. We continued to advance so when the sister wife exited the dwelling she howled at her fallen mate and clashed swords with my captor. I moved a few steps back not knowing what else to do and watched the fight. Apparently, lasers were fine at long range but close in they were not allowed. Both the Sun blaze Amazon and Black Amazon were skilled swordswomen. They maneuvered for advantage, their blades clashing as they sought an advantage. My captor however was faster and sliced open the other Amazon's thigh. This made her stumble. My captor then ran the other Amazon though with her sword. We continued on. Suddenly my captor went down her head lopped off by a laser beam. I never felt so exposed in all my life. I of course was still naked, and I had no weapon. I briefly considered picking up my captor's sword, I had no idea how to take her vambrace off. Yet since these Amazons considered men servants I believed staying unarmed would keep me alive more than being armed. I felt the collar around my neck, it did not appear that I could take it off. Since I was a breeder maybe I had some value to the raiders, and they would kill me if they couldn't take me. I was certain that the collar could be activated at a distance, these Amazons' technology was that sophisticated. I also was pretty certain that the blazing sun Amazons' tech was sophisticated enough to take it off. Caught between a rock and a hard place I slowly continued toward the opening. The fighting now was concentrated between the opening and the school. Since I was coming from the other side I didn't meet anyone. As I came closer to the opening however the sounds of fighting grew louder. I could also see flashes from the lasers. I really slowed down now and was as stealthy as possible making my way to the last building between me and the opening. I peeked around the corner and saw that the fight was raging. I couldn't make out who was winning in the shadows interspersed with flashes of light. Then my collar began to heat up. I left my hiding spot and advanced on the opening trying to keep alive. It was the right thing to do as my collar cooled off. I noticed that the fighting that had been at the school was now moving to the opening. The fight at the opening intensified as the defenders tried to stop the invaders from leaving. Swords clanged; lasers flashed as the battle grew desperate. I was moving with my back to the wall and was almost at the opening when one of the Amazons spoke to me, "Get through the opening fast breeder or die, follow the collar." It must have been one of the attackers. She killed the woman she was fighting with giving me the opening I needed to dart out the opening. I ran for the forest. When I made it into the forest my collar started to heat up on my right side. I moved right until I hit a path and then the front started to heat and then I moved forward down the path. I kept moving for a few hundred yards until I met a group of Amazons operating some kind of equipment. I assume they were applying countermeasures to the defender's defenses. There was no way these Amazons just had a wall and guard for protection. There had to be all kinds of other security measures in place and this group's job was to defeat them. Apparently, it had worked because the raiders had made it into my prison with no alarm. The group ignored me as I approached and stood near them. My collar wasn't making any signals, and they weren't speaking to me, so I stood and waited. The sounds of fighting grew louder, and I could see the flashes in the darkness. Then the sounds and flashes stopped, and the Amazons quickly packed up their equipment. They headed down the path with me following. The lead Amazon set a hard pace, and we moved farther and farther away from the village. Soon other Amazons caught up with us. Some of them were carrying little girls on their shoulders, the girls I noticed also were wearing collars. We never stopped. The sun came up and we continued to move at the same grueling pace. I was passed a water bottle at one point, and I was handed some kind of energy bar. Otherwise, we continued moving to the North and East. Every so often the girls would be given to another Amazon to carry but they didn't even stop for that, passing them on the move. The girls were from the youngest sister group that was at the school, maybe six or seven years old. It was now mid-afternoon, and I was getting pretty tired. My legs were burning when I noticed the Amazons ahead of me slow down. Soon we were slowing down as well and after another one hundred yards or so I found out why. There was a large party of black breast-plated Amazons on each side of the trail. We must have made it to their territory or close enough for us to slow down. Maybe a mile after that we stopped at a clearing for a rest and a meal. The whole time of the escape I had just kept moving. None of the Amazons spoke to me or even seemed to notice me. I made sure I stayed out of their way and just kept going. Now I just sat and ate awaiting my fate. I had a bad feeling that the Amazons who had just captured me would be worse than the first ones I met. Only time would tell. Then five of the raiders stood up and made their way toward me. This didn't look good. As they came closer they spread out in a loose formation. I nervously eyed them wondering what they were going to do. Like lightning, they moved and in seconds I was pinned to the ground by four of them and the fifth was getting ready to rape me. I tried to not get hard, but the drugs were still working their magic. The Amazon grabbed my flaccid cock, and it was hard by the time she impaled herself on it. She immediately began to ride me hard grinding her clit on my pubic bone. the Amazon holding my right arm then spoke, "Hurry up Leyanne we all want a turn and there's not much time." Leyanne climaxed soon after that and the one who spoke then switched positions with the one named Leyanne. She mounted me, reverse cowgirl. Then she began to gyrate on my cock as she played with herself. After she found her release she switched with the one holding my right leg. Her vagina was incredibly tight as she forced my cock into her. As she started to ride me a sixth Amazon approached the rapists. "It isn't using its tongue. We can't let that go to waste." She then stood over my face and squatted down over my mouth. I could see she had no underwear on under her armor skirt. She did have a very hairy bush and judging from the smell she hadn't washed in days. it was a nauseous mixture of sweat and urine that made me gag. I couldn't bring myself to lick it. Smack! She cuffed me on the side of my head, "What are you waiting for!" I gave her reeking mess a tentative lick. Smack! She cuffed me on the other side of my head, "Get on with it!" I went to work on her but soon lost my concentration as the Amazon riding me was intent on making me cum. This earned me another smack upside the head. "Pay attention to what you're doing." Fine, I was being raped and abused already so I latched onto her clit like a leach. This seemed to be what she wanted as she began to shake. The one riding me had me to the point of no return and I blasted her womb with baby-makers. This set off her orgasm. My orgasm had been so intense I clamped down even harder on the clit I was sucking. That sent the one on my face over the top. I felt a rush of her fluids on my face. As she stood up I tried not to puke. Meanwhile the last of the original five rapists took her turn. The chemical cocktail I've been ingesting for two months defeated my attempts to stay soft. She must have been really turned on by the previous action because she came fairly quickly. As she got off she picked up my water bottle and handed it to me, NELSON IS CAPTURED AND USED. "Better drink up, you'll be needing it." As if the end of my rape was the signal the other raiders began to get up, it was time to keep moving. Now I had a taste of what countless women had felt over history as soldiers took them as spoils of war. The raiding party continued on toward what I was surely going to be a similar village. The captured young girls were now forced to walk at the same grueling pace as the rest of us. The girls however no longer wore collars. It was not surprising then that they all were being watched as if the Black Breast plated Amazons were daring them to try to escape. I'm pretty sure the young ones knew that would not end well and they tried their best to keep up. They also kept their heads down; the girls had been in training for 2 years already so although young they were warriors in training and knew it. They would fall down from total exhaustion before they would quit. I warily continued trying to stay out of everyone's way. Escape was not an option for me at all. I still had my collar on. Having my neck burnt off was not my preferred way to die. Moreover, I still hoped to escape and return to my wife Connie, and our boys. When we entered the farmland surrounding the village I noticed the men working the fields start to move farther away from the path we were on. They kept working but they were tense. It didn't take long to figure out why. A couple of Amazons from the raiding party broke ranks and went into the field after the closest men. The men saw what was coming and resigned themselves to their fate. That fate entailed being thrown to the ground and raped by the warriors. Fighting back was not an option although many of the men were bigger and looked stronger than their attacker. Yet those vambraces with lasers were a big deterrent to resistance. Not to mention the swords, knives, bows, and all the other Amazons watching. Judging from how it all went down this was just a normal occurrence with these Amazons. Since I was a "breeder" I wondered what that entailed with these Amazons. Maybe I would just be another slave because these Amazons seemed to leave pregnancy to chance. Rape whomever, and play baby roulette if the Amazon let you cum. Six Amazons had raped me, and although they all came, I only came once. That time the Amazon pretty much milked it out of me. They were clearly in control. They also had medical advancements such that they could have 100% sure birth control. I learned later that all of the male slaves were snipped. They received the sex stimulation cocktail that the other Amazons had injected me with, or had me swallow a pill. These Amazons called it the "Drink." Therefore, the slave men were available for sex at any time, but couldn't get anyone pregnant. Not that they necessarily got to orgasm. Thus, all of the males were free-use for these Amazons. Regardless, given the number of young girls that had been kidnapped from the Blazing Sun Amazons these Amazons didn't seem that concerned about reproduction. Why go through the bother if you can just take them from someone else, ready-made? Yet my one rapist had definitely wanted me to cum inside her, so pregnancy must be optional. I guessed that this would probably mean I was still to be used as a breeder. Only time would tell. As we went through the opening in the wall around the village the raiding party split up. One group with the captured girls went one way, I assumed to the school. Another group that had the equipment went another way; I assumed to the barracks or armory. The rest, including me, continued on into the village toward the kitchen/dining hall. There I was handed off to a man who took me into what was a shower room/washroom. "First we will take off that collar, don't get too excited about that, After you wash yourself we will be putting a new one on your cock. Then you will eat and be shown your duties. Resistance is futile, so just roll with it and you might survive the week." With those wonderful words of encouragement, I showered. When I was finished and dry, he handed me what looked like a cock ring. It felt like metal but was flexible and seemed to expand as I started to put it on. Once it was in place it seemed to shrink until it was snug. I gambled and decided to ask a question, "So, what does this do?" The man looked at me with what could only be described as pity. "The Drink will keep you hard and ready to go, but they don't want any accidental discharges. That ring senses your impending orgasm and will stop it. When they want your sperm, they will turn it off. They all can control it. This way you can last for the whole evening and night." That sounds just great, they intend to use me as a living sex toy! I han plenty more questions, but the man did a quick conspiratorial glance around the room. I shut up. Of course, the Amazons could listen and watch us. Violence seemed second nature to these Amazons, I guess that's why the breastplates were black. He then took me to the kitchen. There was a small eating area, which was for the men. I received a plate of food and The Drink. Apparently that was all that us men were allowed to drink. Not that we were referred to as men. We were "its" or "boys." It made sense that was our only liquid refreshment if we were expected to be free-use anytime. After I finished eating they instructed me on being a serving boy. Until or in-between sexual use I was expected to help serve and clear the meal for the Amazons. It was a pretty simple task. While this was going on the Amazons were arriving for their evening meal. I was given a tray of drinks and sent into the hall. The main hall was very different from the last village! This hall looked just like Valhalla, complete with the Queen on her throne at the head of the big main table. I started placing drinks on the tables beside plates that didn't have one. When my tray was empty I turned to go get more when I felt a hand on my shoulder spin me around. "What have we here? Fresh meat for the table!" The Amazon then pushed the plate, cutlery, and cups out of the way and pushed me back onto the table. It was at least eight or ten feet wide, so my head didn't hit the place setting across from us. She then grabbed my cock and climbed aboard it. It was fast and furious, she quickly got herself off and sent me on my way. I started to head to the kitchen, but another Amazon stopped me and pulled me down to the floor. She proceeded to push my legs up to my chest in the Amazon position and then take her pleasure. She was enjoying herself immensely, she continued riding me through her first orgasm. As she was approaching her second, I felt my orgasm starting to build. As she began to climax again, but before I could join her, I felt a sharp pain from the cock ring. My orgasm died a stillbirth. She wasn't done however as she then moved to sit on my face. Only after I had given her a third orgasm did she get up and take her seat at the table. I got up and headed for the kitchen. I came back with a tray of desserts. Since I was delayed, I missed serving the meal. This time when I was finished passing out the drinks I was ordered under the table by a very large Amazon. She was not fat or anything like that, but she was the biggest Amazon I had seen so far. She must have been 6'2", and 200 lbs of muscle. I was pretty sure I knew what she wanted so I moved between her legs. She grabbed me by the ears and mashed my face into her hairy pussy. Unlike the warriors on the trail this one had at least showered recently. She didn't taste too bad, and I went to work on making her cum. She let me know how I was doing by using my ears. If I did something she liked she pulled me in tighter but if she didn't like what I was doing I felt a very sharp pain in both ears as she twisted them. I knew she was about to climax when her thighs began to clamp onto my head. At the same time, she pulled me in tighter. I couldn't breathe and as she rode out her orgasm I thought I would pass out. Thankfully, she let go of my ears. Then she patted me on the head like a dog, "Not too bad, you might be trainable. Now get to work on my friend here." She pushed me over to the next warrior, and then when she was done cumming, I was pushed to the next. After the fifth one, my jaw was starting to get sore. I thought I was getting a reprieve when the sixth one ordered me onto the table. She quickly impaled herself on my cock. No such luck for a reprieve for my tongue though, another Amazon was soon perched on my face. Some of the other warriors began to cheer them both on. After the one on my face came. I took a quick look around. Plenty of the other serving "boys" were being used by the warriors by this point. Then it all got dark again as another pussy came down on my face. The warrior riding me came with a violent shudder. She was replaced by another Amazon. She was gyrating on my cock rubbing her clit hard on my pubic bone. I could feel my orgasm starting to build. For the second time that night my orgasm was stopped by the cock ring. It hurt like hell! A continuous stream of Amazons used me after that for what seemed like hours. My balls were on fire by this point. I had lost track of how many times the ring had stopped my orgasm. My cock also hurt, it felt like it was rubbed raw. Then I heard a loud voice, "Warriors of the Dark Valley it is another great day! Aella led another successful raid. She brought back fourteen future warriors for us to train up, the most ever brought back from a single raid. Aella is to be recognized with a night with the new breeder. Some of you have sampled it already, is it any good?" I guess I should be thankful that cheers of affirmation rose from the crowd. I didn't want to even guess what would happen to me if there were boos. I was allowed up from the table. I was sore all over, it felt like a truck had run me over. A warrior whom I recognized from the raid came toward me. She continued past and I followed her. On the way out of the hall plenty of the warriors we passed slapped my ass or groped my cock. I was thinking I should be happy to be leaving the hall, but I was unsure what Aella was going to do to me. Her dwelling was not far from the hall. We entered the main room and Aella turned to look at me, "Go into the bathroom and get cleaned up. Then come to the bedroom." I was washing up in the shower when she did something unexpected. I was cleaning all the mess off my cock when the ring began to expand. Obviously, Aella didn't want me to wear the cock ring. A wave of relief washed over me. My cock was still rock hard, and I desperately wanted to cum. There was no way I was going to risk jerking off, however. I finished up washing and dried off. I then made my way to the bedroom. Aella was naked on the bed. She wasn't even wearing her vambraces. Not that it really mattered there was no way I could escape right now. I had no idea however what I was supposed to do now so I stopped at the foot of the bed. "Breeder how was your first night, serving in the great hall of our Queen?" What was I supposed to say, certainly not the truth. "It was something I've never experienced before." She laughed a deep throaty laugh. "Ha, breeder you will get used to it or die trying. Tonight, shall be different. I want a baby, and you shall provide me with one. I also don't want to do the work so you will. If you please me you will be rewarded." I hoped that this was not some kind of cruel joke, and decided to take her at her word. I made my way onto the bed and began kissing my way up her legs She seemed to enjoy that, so I continued slowly making my way to her vulva. By the time I got there, she was already moaning. I pretended it was my wife Connie and began to tease her labia. I brought my hand up and inserted a finger into her vagina. I slowly started to work it in and out; while I moved onto her clit. I lightly began to tease her clit as I started to rub her G-spot. I could feel she was close, so I increased my intensity, and she came like a rocket. I then moved up and slowly pushed my cock into her vagina. She was unbelievably tight, but she was so wet I could slowly work my way in. Once I was all the way in I then slowly pulled almost back out and then slowly back in. Each time I did this I sped up just a little bit. Soon I could tell she was almost there, and I could feel my orgasm building. She started to cum and that set me off. I felt this intense pain and almost thought I still had the ring on. Actually, it was just the pain of finally being able to cum. I started to black out; the feelings were so intense. Aella let out a contented sigh. "Well done! Now rest, and we will do that again in the morning." I passed out immediately. I awoke to see a pussy descending onto my hard cock. For the briefest second, I thought I was back home in bed with Connie. No such luck I was in an Amazon village full of evil women. To be exact I was in the bed of Aella, an Amazon who had actually been pretty nice to me. Her pussy was tight and felt amazing. I felt a pang of guilt but was I cheating? I was a captive, and they used me for breeding. They even reversed my vasectomy! I just wanted to survive and escape somehow. I would figure out the morality of it all later. I needed to concentrate on Aella now. She promised a reward if I was good, and I wasn't sure if the great night's sleep in a real bed was it, or if I could get something more. I reached up to caress her breasts. She moaned out her appreciation. I continued to work her breasts as she rode me nice and slow. Aella had one finger doing lazy circles of her clit. Her other hand of all things, was fondling my balls. This Amazon was actually trying to have sex enjoyable! This continued for a long time, and I have to confess I was enjoying it. She then started to speed up and I started to concentrate on her nipples. Aella really enjoyed that and urged me on, riding me harder. I could tell her orgasm was moments away, and I made sure I held off until she was done. She wanted a baby, and their scientific conclusions stated immediately post-female climax, was the most fertile time. Aella cried out her pleasure and then stopped moving, savoring the moment. When she opened her eyes and looked down at me I grabbed her hips and began pulling her down to match my upward thrusts. It didn't take long for me to fill her womb with babymakers. Aella then lay down on my chest. After a few moments, she shook her head, as if to clear it of any loving thoughts, and got up to put some underwear on. "Breeder you have done well, it felt like you have given me what I wanted. Rest some more and then you have to go back to the kitchen for lunch. Don't expect tonight's recipient of you to be anything like me." Then she finished dressing herself, put the cock ring back on me and left. I had no idea what time it was. I had not seen a clock in months. I looked out of the bedroom window towards the kitchen and dining hall and saw people entering for what I assumed was breakfast. I quickly went back to bed. This was certainly a reward. I awoke before noon and made my way to the kitchen and dining hall. They were just starting to work on lunch, so I used the shower and bathroom first. Afterward, I went into the kitchen and the other men put me to work. It was nice to do some repetitive tasks so I could get mentally prepared for the rest of the day. Lunch was all business much to my surprise. There were some comments and gropes, but no one used me for sex. I guess they had work to do. However, there were plenty of comments about supper and what would happen to me then. Supper turned out to be much the same as the previous night. I was passed around from warrior to warrior. Some wanted oral some wanted to ride my cock. Some wanted both. Sometimes it was two at a time. Throughout the cock ring deprived me of an orgasm. It still hurt like hell when it went off. That same truck that ran me over last night had done it again by the time I heard the Queen speak. "Who, I wonder, should receive the breeder tonight?" There were some names shouted out. "Ah worthy warriors all of them, but I have someone in mind. Misandra has not had a baby yet, she should have the breeder tonight!" The crowd erupted in loud laughter and cheers. The warrior who had just finished up with me looked down with an evil smirk. "Oh, you are in for some fun tonight, breeder. Don't enjoy it too much!" She was laughing so hard that she had to wait a moment or two before getting off me. Great, I wonder if Misandra is a name that means "man-hater?" One of the Amazons approached me who had a serious scar on her face and what looked like a glass eye. I wondered about that. Given their level of medical technology, why wasn't that fixed? This did not bode well for me at all. Her dwelling was farther away from the hall. There was no removal of cock rings or pre-coitus washing. There were not even any words exchanged. s soon as I entered her dwelling she turned and slapped my face, hard. I reacted by giving her a kidney punch. It was pure reflex, and her response was to smile. The fight was on. We went round and round looking for an advantage. Each of us blocked a few attempts to find an opening. I had to block a few blows then her; and she gave me no openings. Then I saw a chance and went in for a punch to the throat. Too late I realized it was a trap. She caught the punch on her chin. Her chin felt like stone. She then grabbed me in a bear hug. I tried to give her a head butt only to find her head harder as she moved her head to meet mine. I was stunned and she used that moment to pick me up and throw me to the ground. I landed awkwardly on my left arm and hand. At least two fingers were broken, maybe more. She then kicked me in the stomach, once, twice, three times. Then she straddled my waist and grabbed my cock, which immediately got hard. As she lowered herself down on my cock she slapped my face. She then punched my face. Misandra must mean man hater because she rode me and rained blows on my face at the same time. I was wondering why she didn't hit my nose until I felt her vagina begin to clamp down on my cock. She must be about to orgasm, and I was right. Smashing my nose with a hard punch set off her orgasm. The bloody mess she made seemed to spur her on. She continued to slam herself down on my cock and hit me. I was pretty sure I had a concussion, and I could barely see my eyes were so swollen. Misandra climaxed again. I was in a daze as she moved back to straddle my legs. She grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. I was in a daze and had not even come close to cumming at this point. I couldn't figure out why she was stroking my cock. She had not wanted me to cum in her vagina. I was told that their vambraces could control the cock ring and let me cum if they wanted. Yet she had not tried to get me to cum inside her. I couldn't see this Amazon giving me a hand job to completion! There was no way she was into giving me pleasure. Misandra was really working my cock, and pretty soon I was almost there. The pain erupted from the ring. She just kept stroking. The pain stopped and I had a fifteen-second reprieve before it was back. Misandra continued, stroking me to pain and back again. She was laughing. It was a cackle, like a Halloween witch. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. I refused to cry out, but I was starting to lose control of my body. Thankfully, I blacked out. This did not please Misandra who jerked me awake by yanking my arm. She then stood up still holding my arm and dragged me to my feet in such a way that she dislocated my shoulder. She spun me around and the kicked me in the ass. We were very close to the opening of her dwelling, and I was propelled forward into the door frame. I'm sure my left arm broke at this point. I fell to the ground. If my arm wasn't broken, it was when she kicked me again. Her foot landed square on my forearm and arms don't bend that way, they are just snap. She then picked me up by my leg and broken arm. I blacked out again from the pain. I came too on a stretcher. Obviously, the Queen knew what was going to happen, because two men were carrying me on a stretcher. I was semi conscious as they brought me to the medical building and the Amazon doctor fixed me up. I woke up in a hospital bed. They had some amazing medicine because I felt no pain, and my legs and hands were break free. My shoulder was no longer dislocated, and I had no signs of a concussion. I felt good, nothing like a truck having run over me. It still however, wasn't a night I wanted to repeat. They sent me back to the kitchen. Another night of serving the Amazons, mostly sexually, and then I was given to another warrior. She used me three times to try and get pregnant. She had no interest in giving me any pleasure, and when she was done she sent me out. I didn't know where else to go so I went and slept on the kitchen floor. The night after that was similar. When I woke up the next morning however the kitchen staff was abuzz with news. Another group was coming back from a successful raid. I was put to work and thought about what this would mean for me. They probably raided the first group of Amazons I lived with. There was a good chance they would return with another breeder, the guy I was traded for. The last couple of nights had been rough; and with no magic spray I was sore. I could see why several of the Amazons and men had predicted I might not last the week. No sense worrying about it though. Nothing I could do but bide my time and look for a way out. The raiding party arrived during the evening meal. You can imagine my surprise when the leader of the raiding party turned out to be the Amazon warrior I had defeated Deianira. Her group had not been quite as successful as Alella's group. She had captured the breeder, but he had died in the fight. She also had only captured twelve girls. I asked one of the more talkative male servers about her. "She was an exile who came to us and asked to face the test. She killed the warrior she fought against and was accepted as a warrior. In her first raid, she showed she was a first-class warrior. The Queen then let her lead the raid on her old tribe. They say she was merciless. I don't envy you tonight." She would certainly kill me. I had to find a way out of this but how? The usual liberties were taken with me and other servers during dinner. I had tried to make sure I served as far away from Deianira as possible. Yet it didn't help. Sooner than usual the Queen spoke. "Deianira the "man destroyer" has returned from a successful raid." Cheers erupted in the room. "She has shown one and all she is a fighter with few equals, slaying all who come before her. She also has shown her loyalty to me." The cheers grew louder. "I wonder then how this breeder managed to best her in combat, sending her into exile?" A hush descended on the crowd. It wasn't that unusual for a lone Amazon to approach the tribe and take the test. It was believed that the other tribes got rid of their troublemakers this way. The Black Breast Plated Amazons however always had a spot for the mean and vicious "troublemakers." Yet no one but the Queen knew the truth, a man had bested her. Now the Queen had let out Deianira's secret to all the other warriors, it was a huge embarrassment. Deianira was not happy; her moment of triumph was being ruined by none other than me. She had worked hard to show the Black Breast Plated Amazons, and especially their Queen, of her value. Now she was humiliated again. The only thing worse than losing to a man was running from a fight. Losing to a man meant exile. Cowards did not get to live another day however, and were killed in the worst way possible. It was one of those things that sat in the back of all of the Amazons' minds; nagging at them to a greater or lesser degree. They knew that men were bigger and stronger on average than women. They knew that the outer world was ruled by men. They knew that men could beat them in combat. Not every man, nor every time but each Amazon knew that one day they might meet their male match. It drove them to train and fight harder. Yes, they had the vambraces, but you never knew what the future would bring. Maybe the vambrace would get damaged or broken? Maybe it would stop working? It meant that the women had to be ready to fight and defeat any man. The Queen resumed, "I am sure Deianira wants to have a rematch of that fight. Who are we to deny her!" The cheer that followed was deafening. The Amazons all got up from the tables so the serving boys could move the tables and benches out of the center of the room. This revealed a painted circle before the Queen's throne. Deianira removed her breastplate and moved into the circle. I also moved into the circle. I heard Alesha's voice in my head, "anything to win." I thought about Connie and the boys. I thought about my Tai Chi training. Somehow I had to win and get out of this. I assumed the ready position and Deianira began to move toward me. I began to move around the circle. We feinted and blocked, occasionally a glancing blow landed. Time was on my side as it was in her interest to finish me quickly. I hoped this would lead her to make a mistake, but so far no luck. I wasn't going to make a mistake if I could help it, I kept out of reach of the Amazons around the circle. The crowd was into it, calling out to Deianira with encouragement and suggested moves. Finally, she got fed up and came at me with a flurry of jabs and punches. The Tai Chi served me well, allowing me to block them all, but Deianira was driving me back to the edge of the circle. She jabbed again with her left. I gambled and grabbed her left hand and forearm pulling her toward me. She reflexively pulled back and I let go. I followed up with a leg sweep, Deianira went down on one knee. I tried to kick her kneecap, but she got her hands in the way blocking my attempt to break her kneecap causing me to stumble. She then propelled herself at me knocking me out of the circle. Just like my last fight with her, the Amazons threw me back into the ring. This put me at a serious disadvantage. Deianira was close enough to grab me and throw me to the ground. She tried to stomp on my groin, but I was able to move my thigh, blocking her. I tried to get up, but she gave me a roundhouse kick that landed hard. I went backward and she followed up by grabbing my throat with both hands. She was strong and I was a goner, if I didn't break this hold. There was no doubt in my mind that she would kill me. In desperation I attacked her eyes. One finger made its way into her eye socket. I pushed as hard as I could, and she released my neck to defend her eyes. I thought I had a chance now, but at the same time, she kneed me in the balls. She only hit me about half as hard as she wanted, as I tried to turn away. She smelled victory and grabbed my balls. Of all things, I was saved by the cock ring. She had a hold of it too and it prevented her from squeezing. This gave me a shot at her throat, and I took it. Slamming my hand into her throat, as hard as I could.  She let go of my balls and scrambled back. We both were back on our feet worse for wear and circling. Deianira had a hand on her throat, rubbing it unconsciously. I prayed as I moved that my balls would stop hurting. The crowd was going wild, this was turning into a great fight. Then there was a loud bang and crash outside the hall. The Amazon's closest to the windows and doors began to fall to the ground. It seemed like an invisible wave was knocking everyone out. The wave washed over me, and I was out like a light. To be continued in part 3. Based on a post by Farmer Jill [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Farmerjill/works], in 3 parts, for Literotica.