In the Valley of the Amazons-3:Hosi’s Challenge

CHAPTER 1

“For a scientist, David you’re not very observant. We’re bringing back six new residents. I’m pregnant again!” I looked into those beautiful pale green eyes and told her how much I loved her. I really did—I was the luckiest man in the world.

I kissed her then leaned back as we took off, soaring into the sky. I reclined my seat as I told Hosi I needed sleep. “Somebody keeps me awake all night,” I kidded. She blew a kiss and I fell asleep. I was suddenly awakened by Hosi squeezing in to the seat with me. We were there maybe fifteen minutes when the flight attendant told us we had to have our seatbelts fastened—turbulent weather ahead. I unlatched my belt, ran it around Hosi and pulled it tight to refasten it. Hosi squeezed even closer into me. I looked up at her—words were unnecessary. I put my arm around her…laid her head on my shoulder and we fell asleep again. Unfortunately, I couldn’t caress Hosi’s breast. I couldn’t wait for some privacy so I could demonstrate my love for her appropriately. We were awakened hours later by the attendant who told us we were about to land. Hosi returned to her seat; we moved them into “the full upright position,” and waited for the landing in Brazil.

Our diplomatic passports enabled us to move swiftly through Immigration and Customs. We had our bag so we grabbed a cab to the American Consulate. Once again we were granted admission and escorted to the Consul’s office. “Hello, again,” I began, “Secretary Spillane requested we return these to you. I doubt we will need them again.”

“Yes, I received a cable from the Secretary. He is most appreciative of your efforts on behalf of your country. I have no idea what you did—and I don’t really want to know—but he has given instructions to hold the passports here in the event that you will need them again. Also, I’ve been instructed to inform you that your mother has been sent to Gitmo and will stay there unless you intervene. Does that make any sense to you?”

“Yes, unfortunately it does. My mother tried to kill me. If it weren’t for Hosi I’d probably be dead now. Please tell John I said thanks, but I have no intention of doing anything for at least the next year. Then I don’t care what they do with or to her. Thanks for your help; I do have one more request.” Knowing that the Consulate had all kinds of communications equipment I asked if someone would send a message to my brother. I gave them the time and frequency along with the brief message; it went out and was received at 9:00 that night.

Hosi and I found a small hotel; on the way she asked me, “What is ‘gitmo?’”I explained it was short for Guantanamo Bay, a navy base on the island of Cuba, which was interesting because basically we were enemies. I explained the history and how the U.S. had established a detention center there for terrorists.”

“Is your mother a terrorist?”

“Not really, but when you attack someone with diplomatic status I guess that’s terrorism. I’m sure she was more surprised than even we were. Truthfully, I don’t really care.”

We checked in for the night. The first thing she did was turn on the TV; luckily there were no ADULT programs, not that Hosi needed them. After a plain vanilla start she had begun to show considerable imagination, wanting to try everything. Some of the positions she told me about were physically impossible for mortal men. I only prayed she didn’t learn about BDSM. We went to a rodizio—an all-you-can-eat Brazilian barbeque restaurant—for dinner. The waiter stood there unbelieving at how much Hosi could eat. She must have had the world’s fastest metabolism because she never gained even a single pound. Having slept on the plane we went out looking for some nightlife—anything so long as I didn’t have to dance. So, of course, we wound up in a bar/club where there was loud music and crazy Brazilian dancing. I loved looking at it—it was sexy as hell when other people did it–but I knew from past experience that I looked like a scarecrow in a tornado. We sat and listened, ordering two beers until some guy came and asked Hosi to dance. I waved her on—I knew she could take care of herself and I wanted her to have a good time.

Unfortunately that good time took a nasty turn when the guy put his hand someplace where only I was given permission to go. She slapped him, but the impact was more like a punch from Mike Tyson. He looked up startled from the floor to see Hosi stomping away, coming back to me at the table. “You’ve got to stop killing off the population,” I kidded her, but I kept an eye on her erstwhile dancing partner. He got up and walked away, but soon he was gesturing wildly to several friends who stole glances in our direction.

Rather than turn Hosi loose I asked a waiter for the manager. When he came I acted indignant that my wife had been groped on the dance floor so badly that she had to slap her assailant. I pointed to where they were standing. Next thing I knew they were being escorted out. I prayed they’d have the good sense to leave.

They didn’t; they were there in the street when we left. “Gentlemen,” I began in my best Portuguese, “why don’t we just call this a misunderstanding? My wife felt you insulted her and she reacted. Probably we’re all square. Let’s not overreact.” Naturally, there were some really insulting remarks aimed at my manhood. I had to explain in English to Hosi who was incensed, just what I wanted to avoid. She gave me her shoes and shooed me back to the building. It was brutal—I couldn’t watch. In less than a minute all three men were lying, bleeding in the gutter. Hosi was just putting her sandals back on when the police arrived. I explained what had occurred and why, finishing by saying we didn’t want to press charges. The officer laughed, agreeing that they had probably paid the worst punishment already, being beaten by a girl.

I translated everything for Hosi—everything but that last comment. We didn’t need her assaulting a policeman. We were just about to walk away when he asked how she did it. “Karate expert,” was my answer. He nodded knowledgeably in response. We walked slowly back to the hotel, arriving there in five minutes.

I led Hosi to our room; it was pretty much what I would have expected in any medium to large city—small, quiet, and somewhat worn. I collapsed on the relatively small double bed. Hosi fell on top of me. “You know, you should be more careful, being pregnant, and all.”

She pooh-poohed me, telling me that I was being silly. “You worry too much, David. I could handle them while I was giving birth. They were sissies.” 

“Maybe, but some day they’ll have guns and you’ll be dead. Then what will I do? What will Kela do?” That was all I had to say. She knew I’d survive, but her daughter…. she was contrite. “I don’t know what came over me, David. I love it when you touch me there, but I don’t want anyone else to do it.”

“Then what you needed to do was leave the dance floor and come back to me. He would have gotten the message and nobody would have gotten hurt. Remember, this is supposed to be ‘civilization.’” She looked at me, saw that I was kidding and we both laughed. We rolled around on the bed and when we stopped we looked into each other’s eyes. We couldn’t get our clothes off fast enough. I ripped my shirt over my head and threw it—no idea where. I’d worry about it later, maybe tomorrow. My shorts were shrugged over my knees and past my ankles. Somehow Hosi was way ahead of me. She giggled as she pulled my boxers down my legs. She threw them into the air and dove onto me. “Is it OK if I touch you…there,” I asked kiddingly.

“David, you can touch me everywhere and you can do anything you want to me.” I looked again into those marvelous green eyes and whispered, “I love you.”

“Well, then, why aren’t you fucking me?”

“Well,” I said pensively, “I think that first I want to lick and suck your breasts and then I want to lick and suck your delectable pussy and then I think I’ll finger your ass.” That got her attention! “And then…maybe I’ll fuck you. Since that will take a while I think I’d better get started…OK?” By now she was laughing hysterically. I moved down to what she laughingly referred to as her “blobs of fat.” God, they were gorgeous, so beautifully formed…so terribly sensitive. I lowered my mouth, kissing her all over her breasts before moving to her areolas. Hosi’s weren’t huge, only about an inch and a half in diameter, but they were incredibly sensitive. Touching her areolas was more exciting to Hosi than touching, rolling, and pinching her nipples. She always squirmed when I licked them or touched them with my nose. I suckled each breast, actively reminding her of our lovely baby daughter. I moved farther south, licking my way to her navel. In my experience most navels were just there, you know–something in the middle of the belly. Hosi’s was a major tourist attraction, right there in the middle of her six pack abs. Best of all, she was so ticklish there. Just run my tongue around it and she would squeal like a pig while she jumped around the bed. I kissed her abdomen and moved between her silky thighs. As much as I enjoyed the sensation of her smooth skin, that’s just how much she enjoyed the touch of my whiskers—go figure!

It never took much to get Hosi wet—a kiss, a caress, a cute joke, or my arm around her waist. After all this her cunt was like the Nile in spring, flooding the banks. Her thighs were covered in juice. I licked them clean, but it was a losing proposition. I took on the flow at the source, drinking directly from her cunt. I had just pushed my tongue into her tunnel when she shouted, “STOP!” I looked up, confused. “Turn around. You’re not doing all that to me unless I can get even. Send that cock up here so I can suck it.” How could I argue with that kind of logic?

I spun around and lay on my back. In a second Hosi was on top of me. “It would be so easy to wrestle with you, David. All I’d have to say is ’I’ll suck your cock,” and you’d be on your back in a second.”

“Bad joke,” I replied, “I hope your cock sucking will be better than that.”

“You’re usually satisfied, aren’t you?” She leaned down to kiss the tip and then my cock disappeared. That was my signal to dive into her cunt. We went at each other for more than five minutes when I took a quick break, “If you keep that up we’re going to have to postpone the fucking.”

“OK, but you have to take care of me.”

“Don’t I always,” I asked as I dove back into her cunt.

“Yethhh,” Hosi replied, her mouth full of hard cock. I rammed my finger into her, rubbing her G-spot furiously while I sucked her clit between my teeth. Hosi began to shudder and shake as she stepped up the action on my cock. I don’t know how she could concentrate while she was shaking so badly but she did. I drove my hips up and my cock into her throat as I spurted into her six times. She came just as hard, drenching my face in her pungent musky cocktail. She rolled off and we lay there for more than a half hour recovering until she said, “We need some of those ADULT movies.”

“Oh God,” I groaned. “Let’s go to sleep.” She nodded, climbed onto my naked body, and snuggled close, her head securely on my shoulder.

CHAPTER 2

We walked to the small private airport and chartered a plane for the following morning. Then I walked Hosi back toward the hotel. She was surprised when I turned off. “It’s this way,” she commented.

“Yeah, I know, but…humor me.” She shrugged her shoulders, but held my hand and followed along. She was shocked when I found a jewelry store and walked in. “I want a set of matching wedding bands,” I told the clerk. Then, turning to Hosi I told her, “It’s customary for married women to wear a ring and lots of men, too. It will be a sign of our love. The ring is symbolic—it goes around forever…never ending, like our love for each other. Let’s look at some and see if there’s anything we like.”

Silly…asking if there was anything she would like; she liked everything. After an hour or so we decided on two rings shaped like intertwined ropes, kind of like the way we intertwined while making love—at least that’s what Hosi told me. They actually had two in our sizes. Hosi was all smiles as I placed it on her finger. I grinned ear to ear when she put mine on. I paid with my credit card and we kissed. The bills would go directly to my financial manager. He made a fortune doing this for me and a handful of others. Now he’d make more once my uncle’s fortune was added to mine. I had also sent notarized instructions about Hosi as my heir.

Hosi couldn’t take her eyes off her ring. She kept pushing her hand out so she could see it and every time she did she reached up and kissed me. I had more than a dozen kisses on the brief two-block stroll, but the real reward came when we got back to the room. I opened the door for her and followed her in. A second later I was flat on my back with Hosi firmly on top of me. “You could have just offered to suck my cock, you know.”

“Sure, but this was more fun. You looked so funny flying through the air. I’m glad you landed on the bed. You might have hurt yourself.”

“Go ahead…tease me if you want to. I know you planned the whole thing and you’d never let me land on the floor. I’ll bet you’d crawl under me to protect me…wouldn’t you?”

Hosi leaned down and stroked my cheek before kissing me, her tongue snaking into my mouth. “You know me too well. I’d never let you get hurt.”

“You know,” I replied with a grin, “in most societies I’d be the one saying that. In fact, I’m saying it now…in spite of my currently embarrassing position. There’s only one thing wrong.”

“And, what’s that?”

“You are wearing your slacks and your panties. How am I supposed to eat your pussy when it’s covered up like that?”

“You have a…now, what is the expression…oh, yeah…a one-track mind.”

“You’re right, and my one track begins with the letter ‘H.’ Now are you going to lose those clothes or what? Don’t make me hurt you.” Hosi fell onto me, laughing like crazy.

“David, you’re so funny. We both know that you’d never hurt me and we both know you’d sacrifice yourself in a second for me or Kela. Am I right?” I started to reply, but I never had the chance. Hosi covered my mouth with hers. Her hands in my hair pulled me to her as her tongue wrestled with mine. I had never seen such passion, even in Hosi who was by far the most passionate and most loving woman I had ever known. We kissed for almost five minutes, swapping spit until I broke it and looked up.

“So, why are you still dressed?” I pushed Hosi up and flipped her over, pulling her clothes from her body as I did. In seconds she was naked and I was removing my clothes. “You’re not the only one here who can wrestle, you know. I did wrestle varsity at Princeton and I was All-Ivy junior and senior years. However, in the interest of self-preservation I readily admit I’m not in your league. I give up. You can suck my cock. I’m lying down now.”

Hosi took one look at me and broke out into uncontrolled laughter. She rolled all over the bed. Suddenly, she stopped and sat up. “I think you should lick my pussy now, don’t you. Since you gave up you have to do what I tell you, right?”

“Oh, yes ma’am…anything you say.” I could barely contain myself, but I did as instructed—I licked that delicious pussy. As I did, Hosi weakened, ”Why do I even pretend to be angry at you? Have we ever had an argument? Not even once. Why is that?”

“Well, for one thing,” I began, taking a short break to lick the juice from my face, “we are both truly in love with each other. Also, we are both smart enough and mature enough to understand that arguing and fighting never accomplish anything. We know that you are good at certain things and I am good at others. We’re a perfect match for each other.” I dove back into her cunt.

“How am I supposed to discuss anything with you when…oh, David…when you…ooooh… with you…ooooohhhhh David!” She came hard, her thighs clenching tightly around my head as she shook violently. Finally, she relaxed, opened her legs, and pulled me up to her. She handled my 200-plus pounds like I was a child. Hosi held me tightly, savoring the effect of my skin on hers. Eventually, she returned to normal. “That was pretty intense, David. Now I think I need to take care of you. She flipped me over and moved down between my legs. She ran her finger lightly over my ball sac and up the underside of my cock.