In the Valley of the Amazons–6–Finale

I held off publishing this final segment because of the opportunity to sell the entire story on line. However, in response to several PM’s and numerous comments I have changed my mind. Here is the finale–enjoy!

CHAPTER 1

I stood there, my arm around Hosi for what seemed forever, my fingers lightly caressing the soft skin of her back, ribs, and breast. We watched the water flow in a graceful arc into the fountain. I was…what can I say…overjoyed…elated…thrilled…ecstatic? Hosi had told me I was going to be a dad again. I had Kela who I loved to pieces and Davy who was just a helpless infant, and now another was on the way. It reaffirmed my desire to make sure the valley would last as it was forever. I realized, not for the first time, how rich I really was. I had clean clear air to breathe, fresh delicious water to drink, wholesome food in quantity, a community where people lived in harmony, helped each other, and loved each other both physically and spiritually, and most of all a beautiful sexy wife who loved me unconditionally. What else could anyone ask for?

Now that we had handled the challenges of the slavers and the poachers it was time to get back to our daily lives. We would still maintain our patrols—there was no substitute for vigilance although I had some thoughts on how we could discourage interlopers. It was gory, really a disgusting idea, but I was pretty sure it would keep trespassers away. I’d take the necessary steps later in the week, but first we needed to have a meeting of the men and their lovers.

I gathered all the new men in the dining hall. We’d already had some meetings to discuss how they were adjusting to life here, but Hosi wanted to know how they were doing sexually. She considered that to be a critical part of their adjustment to life in the valley. I tried to explain that they were unlikely to go into much detail—it just wasn’t something that was done in our society, but Hosi was not to be deterred. I called the meeting to order, asked the servers for some juice and fresh rolls and began my explanation, “Umm…uhh…I don’t really know where to begin so I think I’ll just repeat what Hosi told me—she wants the details of your sex lives here in the valley.”

“What? If I tell you that I’ll probably kiss my lover good-bye.” It was Harry who, after a life of kidding and joking had finally become serious. His explanation was simple—“I was always insecure, especially with women. Here I’m actually in demand and I have my pick, although I don’t think I could ever find anyone who could beat Sila. She’s incredible.”

“I have to agree, David,” Gene added, “I know everything here is pretty open, but Tama would break my head
in two if I blabbed about what we do in bed. Shouldn’t that be private?”

All the men agreed. They’d speak candidly about anything…anything but their sex lives. I laughed and laughed. “If you can keep quiet…really quiet, just follow me.” We removed our sandals and tiptoed down the hall toward the throne room. The women, all the lovers, were meeting there with Hosi and their conversation was anything but chaste.

“Oh, my Queen,” Tama began, “I just love it when Gene makes love to me. We always bathe first. I wash his body and I pay extra special attention to his penis and his ass. I love to watch his face when I stick my finger in there. Gene squeals like a pig, but it makes him so hard. Then I lead him back to our house. I usually hold his penis all the way.” The other women were giggling non-stop at Tama’s remarks. “When we get home I pick him up and lay him on the bed. I lean down and let him suckle my breast. He is just like a little boy…a little boy with a great big penis. I stroke his penis and rub his testicles. He also loves to put his finger into my vagina. I tell you, my Queen, he makes me so wet down there. Eventually, I can’t take any more and I cover him with my body. I rub his penis into my slit and when it’s nice and wet I slide it into me. I am a big woman, but I am very tight town there and I love how Gene stretches me. I feel all tingly and then I begin to ride him. Gene holds on to my hips and drives that big penis into me with incredible force. He may be a small man, but he is very strong. Sometimes when he spurts he will actually lift me this much (she spread her hands more than a foot apart) off the bed. I lie on him until we are both rested and then I love to lick his penis until it is clean.”

I turned to Gene who was just as red as red can be. He stumbled forward into the throne room before I had a chance to stop him. “Tama! How could you? I thought you loved me.” He fell, crying unashamedly, to the floor. Tama reacted immediately, her hands flying to her face. “Oh, Gene! I am so sorry!” She rushed to his side, caressing him to her breast. “Oh, Gene…oh, Gene,” she repeated over and over. It wasn’t long before she was crying as much as he was.

I looked at Hosi; she was clearly upset. I shrugged my shoulders, telling her I knew it wasn’t a great idea. She walked to Tama and Gene, “Take him home…make love to him. I know you still love each other. This was all my fault.” Tama picked up Gene, carrying him in her arms as he cried into her large firm breasts. She soothed him with her words and kisses.

Hosi dismissed the remaining tribeswomen; they paired up with their men and walked slowly out of the palace still stricken by what they had witnessed. I took Hosi by the hand, looked her in the eyes, and kissed her. “I tried to tell you. In our society people just don’t talk so openly about sex. They all but refused to talk to me so I thought I’d bring them up here with the women. I’m sorry. I didn’t think….”

“Hush, David. We both know this was my idea and it was a bad one. Let’s go back to our quarters. I need something from you.” She grinned and reached into my pocket, finding my flaccid cock. She grinned even wider when I began to harden immediately under her touch. “I’m glad you’re not angry with me.” She pulled my by the cock to our bed.

Hosi stripped off my shirt and shorts; I’d given up wearing underwear long, long ago. She removed my shoes and socks (these I did insist on wearing) and pushed me back onto the bed. “Pushy today, aren’t you?” I teased. She gave me a smirk as she removed her skirt and the undergarment I now referred to as a G-string, something Hosi never understood, but to be honest, neither did I. She slipped out of her sandals and slid next to me. We held each other, me savoring the incredibly warmth of her skin, she loving the feeling of the hair on my chest rubbing against her naked swollen breasts.

Hosi kissed me briefly and pulled away to nuzzle my ear–lick and nibble my lobe—while her hand explored my body. She knew her way around very well, finding my hard erect cock in only seconds. She rubbed up and down the shaft, enjoying the soft, smooth skin in her hand. Cock in hand she climbed onto my body. Hosi rubbed me into her moist slit; I gasped from the elation I was feeling—the hot wet soft smooth tissues of her vagina as it stretched around my shaft. She released my ear, shifting her attention to my open needy mouth. Her tongue felt like it was half-way down my throat as her mouth clamped over mine. I raised my hips, driving myself into her core. Now it was Hosi’s turn to gasp. She backed off from my mouth to gain freedom of movement; she was always active on my cock. Hosi bent my poor penis into shapes I could never even imagine. However, her motions always did the job for me, just as I always seemed to be able to take care of her. We started out herky-jerky—uncoordinated–but in minutes we were moving together, our actions forcing me deeper and deeper into her. I could feel it—a tiny tingle deep within me. It grew more rapidly than I could ever believe. I looked up at my wife—my lover—my Queen. I could see the rapture in her face. She looked down at me and nodded. I knew then that she was close. I increased my pace, moving wildly until I froze—stock still for almost thirty seconds—until my body exploded in a massive spasm of ecstasy that shook the two of us. Hosi growled as her orgasm struck. It was a low guttural moan that lasted for almost a minute as we shook and shuddered together until she fell onto me, or sweat mingling and pooling on my abdomen.

I held my dear wife and kissed her hair…her neck…her shoulder. I looked up at her and whispered, “I love you so much.”

Hosi laughed, “Sometimes I think you just love the way I fuck.”

“Well, I do love that, too.” She laughed, and then I laughed. We laughed together until we cried. At one point early in Hosi’s reign the guards would rush in whenever they heard us, concerned for their Queen’s safety. Now, after more than a year they knew it was just a part of our love making.

Hosi slipped off me and my cock popped out of her pussy. She leaned against me and closed her eyes, falling swiftly to a relaxing sleep. I lay there thinking…wondering about the men’s reactions to what they had seen this morning. In time I too closed my eyes and found slumber.

CHAPTER 2

Tama held Gene close as she carried him to their home. She was an Amazon in every sense of the word. At six feet three inches and 180 pounds of rippling muscles, she possessed incredible strength. She could carry a lightweight like Gene who only weighed 140 pounds nonstop for a week. However, she had a soft tender side that loved Gene deeply and completely. She had only spoken about their relationship because she was commanded by her Queen; she would never intentionally hurt Gene in any way.

They were several blocks from the palace when Gene stopped crying. Tama immediately drew his lips to her teat. She knew that Gene loved to suckle almost as much as she loved the sensation of his lips tight on her nipple. She was able to hold him in one arm so she stroked his head to calm him as he suckled.

Tama lived on the edge of the village. Strong as she was her skills with bow and spear rarely exceeded mediocre and she knew it. As such she had no ambition to ever move beyond her copper skirt and bracelet, furthermore she loved living on the edge of the open grassy plain. Her house overlooked the fields and gardens. The scent of flowers and the other plants filled her house and she found it much more pleasant than the odors that surrounded the plaza—the odor of human and animal sweat and feet and dust.

She strode purposefully; she wanted to have Gene to herself to heal his wounds within her vagina. She knew the power her vagina held over Gene. He had admitted it freely—he loved fucking her. He loved dipping his long tongue into her tunnel. At last they passed the final corner and entered. The dim light of the large room was welcoming after the heat of the village streets. The paving stones kept the dust to a minimum, but they were hot in the sun. Gently she laid Gene onto the bed. She leaned down to kiss his neck and cheek. “I love you, Gene. You know I would never hurt you. My Queen commanded me to speak so I had to. Let me show you how much I care for you.”

She stepped away, dropped her skirt and the triangle that covered her sex. She could see that it was wet and sticky much more from her arousal than the miniscule effort associated with carrying her diminutive lover through the village. She returned to her lover, caressing his face as she delicately removed his shirt and shorts. His shoes and socks fell to the floor as Tama covered his body with hers. She held his head in her hands and kissed him as she wrapped those muscular arms around his body. In a second she had rolled over, bringing Gene over her, his head resting on her massive breast. Gene sighed as his hard thick eight-inch organ was led to Tama’s tight pussy. It was reflex only that told Gene to press forward. His fears were gone—evaporated the very instant that his organ entered her wetness. He pressed forward, driving into her and as he did she knew he was still hers and that he would be forever. Tama rose to meet him, her muscular cunt convulsing with pleasure, squeezing him as only she could. Gene had never experienced success with women in the outside world. That’s why he wanted to come with his brother Harry, the jokester—the prankster. He had met Tama almost by accident when she was the only Amazon left to deal with him and his brother.

Tama had volunteered to serve the two of them. The assertive Harry had dominated the threesome, but left her unfulfilled. Once Harry had his orgasm he had fallen deeply asleep. Gene took Tama into his mouth and brought her to her very first orgasm. It was the beginning of a long and loving relationship, one which they both prayed would end in their being declared mates.

The two danced together, their bodies intertwined and connected by their sex. They were lost in each other as their heat grew—as their love for each other flowered. Suddenly Gene arched his back, ramming his cock deep within Tama’s inner being. Hot white semen shot from his cock repeatedly and forcefully as it filled her cunt to overflowing. So much was there that if flowed down her legs to the sheet, drenching it in the slick fluid. Gene’s ejaculation was more than enough for Tama. She would have been more than satisfied just to have him cum, but, as usual, his eruption pushed her over the edge into that abyss she loved so much. Her entire body shook and tingled with the ecstasy of her orgasm—what she fervently hoped would be the first of many this memorable day.

“I love you, Gene. I hope you know that now. I hope you will always know it.”

“I knew it before, my love,” he replied, “I was just so shocked to hear you, but now it makes sense. David wanted all of the men to tell about our love lives, but we refused. In fact, I told him you’d break my head in two if I talked like that.”

Now it was Tama’s turn to take offense. She feigned injury until Gene’s face expressed his concern. Only then did Tama smile and laugh drawing Gene into the mirth. They laughed together for many minutes until she looked into his eyes with fire and lust and he knew it was time for round two.

CHAPTER 3

Harry and his woman Sila left the palace shortly after Tama had carried Gene out in her arms.