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A Primitive Hope Ch. 01

By: mejau71



The following story tells the tale of a true life transformation. The Saga is one of self discovery, and of sexual and physical growth in a shocking, yet erotic world of bodybuilding. I welcome your comments and opinions as long as they are supportive and positive.

Chapter I: A Lifeless Identity...

It was a terrible divorce that left me ruined, and bankrupt. At 32 years of age, I was, for the first time in my life, out to fend for myself in this cruel, empty world. My ex-husband and I were married at an early age after High School when love and romance seemed to be the only two things regarding my adolescent intellect. It seemed like the right thing to do; having someone care for you day in and day out. Yet with maturity and wisdom now in my reasoning, that old-fashioned notion was nothing more than a silly girl's dream.

I never considered myself attractive, or desirable to anyone's discerning eye. I felt wanted at the onset of my doomed marriage when sex was all that we could experience. Yet after time, that in itself seemed monotonous after a while. The typical act of intercourse was becoming an agreeable task to say the least. What was left of any desire or lust simply got washed away in the sands of time. I felt cheated in several ways considering how deeply emotional I was. As a young woman, my dreams consisted of sweeping passion and desire being the only constant in my life... a lifelong impulse to reveal genuine love in every manner possible.

After our separation, I was forced to relocate to a one bedroom apartment outside the city. The divorce decree left me little to live on, and before long, I was calling my trustworthy Mother for help. It broke my heart me to ask her for money, yet her tender sympathy for my recent break-up inspired her to support me until I could get back on my feet. Luckily, I had no children or large amounts of debt to contend with. I suppose in that respect, I was indeed fortunate. She truly made every effort to ensure my survival; stopping by occasionally to make me dinner, clean my place up, and take care of her only child. She knew all too well the heartbreaking pains of a divorce. Dad left her when I was five years old, and since then, it was just her and I. We had a deeply trusting relationship, and now that her child was licking the wounds of divorce, she faithfully made sure that I was okay. She spent vast amounts of money to properly guarantee that I was okay. One day, I came home to find that she had spent over $2000 on a new computer for me. Several CD's of resume programs and job related software kits were suggestively placed all around the new system, so I promptly made sure they would be put to good use.

Three months after my divorce was final, things were still looking quite grim for me. Still unemployed, my days were consisting of watching television, and eating a lot of garbage that added at least 20 pounds to my already healthy frame. I just didn't care anymore. Soon I began drinking and smoking (what used to be just for kicks in school), and the days eventually began to haze together in a misty state of existence. None of my resumes seemed to attract any employers, so that fact only fueled my barren state of mind even more. Even looking into the mirror depressed me to no end. My once curvy figure was now weighed down with a portly stomach and cottage cheese hips. Remembering back to the days of cheer leading and college life, it saddened me to know that my 38-24-36 busty frame was now expanding day by day. My long blonde hair that seemed to glisten in the light now bore a dull, brownish hue that I was sickened to even glance at. My ex used to love my voluptuous body, or so he said. And I kept that figure as best as I could until he left me... now it was worthless. No more the seductive body of eroticism and fondness. I felt terrible.

Was this the prelude to my demise? Was this to be the result of merely wanting to be with the one you thought you loved? What ever happened to 'until death do us part?'

Spring was upon me, and my days typically started around 3 or 4pm as I crawled out of bed. Stumbling to my coffee maker, I could feel the warmth of the outside sun casting a warm glow upon me. The temporary hint of promise quickly vanished as I lazily shuffled back into the den, and sat down at my disheveled desk to figure out how much I needed to ask from Mother for another month. Staring at the heap of bills in front of me, I realized that I needed a calculator to add up the amounts, and since there was no pocket sized calculator handy, I switched on my new computer. I had at best maybe turned on this system once of twice in the past two months, and I felt terrible that Mother had spent so much on this since I never put it to use. Quickly locating the calculator, I called up the screen to use it. As it was coming up, I noticed an icon on my desktop that featured free internet service. Never really interested in the internet, the thought for some reason appealed to me on this day. Perhaps I could find an old friend from school? Or maybe find a job? Two clicks later, I was signed on, and plunged into a completely new world of digital initiation.

Needless to say, it was a most welcome breath of fresh air. I was familiar with the usage and language of computers from my previous job, yet I soon realized that I had a lot to learn. I quickly sat up, intrigued by all that was possible out there. Soon, I was calling up web sites that held my interests. So many ideas started filling my mind... I quickly found a local gym as I remembered how I used to love working out. Then I discovered a woman's' divorce recovery group that met every week. Wow, I was taken aback by all these new and exciting things. For the first time in almost a year, I felt alive again... Hopeful. Encouraged. It was just what I needed. 

Not long after, I decided to re-visit my High School class' web site. Curious about how some of my old friends were doing, I was delighted to see a section containing all the e-mail addresses of my fellow classmates. It felt refreshing for some reason... like I had to re-visit my roots in order to rebuild my existence. Soon, I was sending dozens of messages to several of my old friends telling them of my life, and asking how they were. I felt a bit sad considering that my ex-husband basically drove most of my friends away after we married. He was always insanely jealous for some reason, even of my closest girlfriends. It was a closely guarded secret that I never expressed during our marriage as to how sad I was losing touch with all of my cherished schoolmates.

A few days later, the replies were beginning to flood back in. Amazingly enough, I found myself waking up with gusto; something that I was wasn't in the habit of before. Everyone was delighted to have heard from me, and wanted to know more about my life and how I was doing. I glowed in the wonderful, friendly expressions that came from over twelve of my dearest girlfriends. Soon, all of us were exchanging phone numbers and spending hours upon hours of re-establishing our camaraderie. It was just what I needed to crawl back out of this Hell I was bound in.

On the following Saturday, I woke up to see a reply to my initial message sent out over a week before from Cindi, my most beloved friend since 6th grade. I had come to the conclusion that she never received my first message, and just considered it a dead end. Yet there it was, an immense, exhilarated message that burst at the seams in joy that her old friend Kristen had written to her. She had included her phone number along with it, and since our friendship deserved more than a e-mailed reply, I quickly called her to say Hi. It was incredible to hear her voice again! That sassy, yet confident voice that I always loved to hear was now speaking with me, and I couldn't have been happier. We must have talked for at least two hours that day before she said she had to go. Another time was arranged when we could talk again, which was later that night. I spent the rest of the evening replying to my e-mails when her call came back around 8pm. Just as she always was, she brought many smiles and laughs to my battered soul. We tackled every topic there was considering we had close to fourteen years to catch up on. I told her of my recent divorce, and how I was trying to cope with it. She spoke of her exciting life out west in Nevada; how she found herself out there and was truly happy. Later, I asked her point blank...

"How did you do it, Cyn? I mean, what makes you so happy.?" I innocently asked.

"You wouldn't understand it, Kris." She replied. "It's not what a lot of people really think could be rewarding."

Acknowledging her meaning, I simply went on to another topic. Yet somehow I knew in her voice there was something far more involved. In school, whenever Cindi was deeply passionate about something, she always got this serious tone in her voice. Just like when we ran together at the Cross Country finals at the State competition; she made up her mind to do the best she could, and win that trophy. Needless to say, she did. And now I heard those same inflections in her voice... that determined, assured tone of conclusiveness and vigor. She never ceased to amaze me in that respect.

In the days that followed, Cindi and I spent nearly every night on the phone. More of the heartbreaking details about the divorce came out as did my depressed state of mind. It felt wonderful to confide in her after all these years, and our foundation of trust was firmly re-established once more. She listened to my cries hour after hour, offering her support and kind hearted tenderness to her wounded friend.

"I wish I was there to give you a great big hug, sweetie." She said in her comforting voice.

"I know." I replied, taking comfort in the silence. "You were always my best friend."

I heard her pacifying moan in speechless agreement.

"Do you remember that time at State semifinals?" she then asked.

Baffled by her question, I replied; "No sweetie, I don't."

I felt terrible not knowing what she meant. All I could remember was our cross country team at some cold, remote place in southern Illinois during our senior year.

"Oh come on, Kristy..." she answered in that self-confident voice.

"What? I really don't know! I'm sorry sweetie!" I said. 

A brief moment of awkward silence followed... Soon, my mind really started going back in the cobwebs of time. I gasped as the exact memory soon came to the forefront of my thoughts... 

"Oooh, that." I said in a lower tone. "Yea, I uhmm... I almost forgot." I said, somewhat nervous. I knew exactly what she was talking about.

"That was the most beautiful moment of my entire life." Cindi said in that low voice.

She fondly recalled that night after we won our tournament, back at our hotel. Since childhood, Cindi had always been the assertive type in everything she did. When she set her goals on something, she did everything in her power to reach that objective, and she did on that momentous night when she and I shared a very special kiss together. Both of us had just showered, and were getting ready for bed since we had to be up at 5am the next morning. Looking back, I never really considered her as anything else besides a friend. We had our intimate moments where we would change clothes together, or sit up all night talking about guys or some other silly topic that teenagers share. But this was something different. The way in which she approached me... her meticulous movements that seemed to top off the perfect day of victory and success. We were both very happy considering we spent the entire year preparing for that tournament. I seemed to remember it as a comforting expression of unconditional love and tranquillity; a bond that only two of the closest friends could ever share.

I never considered myself a homosexual woman, or whatever people call in these days. I know deep down I have always admired women in a sacred way, yet never fully giving myself to such thoughts of any gestures of these enigmatic feelings. Yet with Cindi, I felt as alive as one could that night when we slept together completely unclothed, and in one anothers agreeable arms. We didn't have sex or make love, yet that one kiss seemed to seal our eternal friendship. And now I couldn't explain why I had forgotten that, or why I never carried that moment with me during all of these painful years. Apparently she had, and never once overlooked it.

The conversation made a welcome, more meaningful turn. Both of us sighed in gracious serenity as images and feelings re-surfaced to the present. I didn't feel uneasy or nervous for some reason. It felt good to hear her soothing words.

"You were my first love, Kris." She warmly cooed. "I know I should have told you that long ago, but it's true. You were the one."

I couldn't reply. How could I have? What does one say to someone who reveals a lifelong pledge of such deep measure? I felt so stupid... so inarticulate in my reply.

"Oh Cyn." I uttered in a loving tone. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"

I could hear the growing sadness in her words. Our conversation now was one of thoughtful consequence. I could tell she was gently crying, although she was trying her best to hide it. She was never good at trying to keep anything from me... she should have known better.

"I just... I just thought you were so in love with Gary." She stuttered between tears. "You know, being that way was always something weird or crazy."

She had a point. Girls at our school who were gay were always shunned, or forced to live with their natural ambitions in agonizing silence. I had a few times wondered if Cindi was this way, but being so wrapped up in the day to day events of a teenager superseded those significant matters of the heart. I felt so bad for my dear friend... How did I ever not see this? Why didn't I look for this, or better yet; why didn't I follow up that night with another time where we both could express ourselves? 

I had to quit beating myself up. That was in the past, and there was nothing I could do about it. I had to deal with here and now, and my heart broken friend who still suffered from her unrequited love. I turned the conversation to a more hopeful one, which surprised even me. Here I was speaking of hope and the future; words that never once came from my mouth in the months proceeding today. We ended our talk that evening with words of affection and promise; words that seemed to clearly spell a certain fate. That night I fell to sleep with Cindi in my thoughts... wondering what she may look like now. Curious if she still had that muscular, lean body she had in school. Images of her ceased all hopes of a quick slumber as I did something I hadn't done in years. I masturbated... and for the first time in my entire life, I felt wave upon wave of splintering orgasms with a woman involved.

Little did I know that I too was admitting a hidden truth all along. A shrouded reality that called to my soul... a genuine need for something that no man could ever aspire to satisfy. An obligation that only a woman could ever fulfill. My life would never be the same again, or so I thought.


Chapter II... Re-birth

A knock came at my door the next day. I was already up, and answered it to see an overnight package lying at my doorstep. Like a little girl on Christmas morning, I hurriedly opened it to find fourteen red roses inside... and a single yellow one. It couldn't have arrived at a better time. Inside, the card read:

"For My Dearest Kristen. Fate has brought our paths together once more. Please know that my most sincerest hopes are that they will never go astray again. The red ones represent my love for you all the years without you, and the yellow one is for our eternal friendship. I love you... XOXOXO Cindi."

The words melted me right there. Tears abruptly fell from my eyes as I held the card close to my heart. This was simply too good to be true. It was all I could do from breaking down and weeping in abounding joy. My dearest friend Cindi was back in my life; back where it should have always been. Now was the moment of truth... I had to act on this loving deed of devotion. Quickly setting her roses in my vase, I called Mother to ask her to help me get out to Nevada. Just as Cindi surprised me with these roses, I was going to give her even more of a surprise with me showing up at her doorstep. It seemed silly to do, flying all the way out there, but I had to. It mattered to me. Being realistic, or doubting something like this would simply lead to an empty life... love was worth taking a risk. Cindi was worth it.

Mother was happy to hear that Cindi and I got back in touch with one another. She happily agreed to pay for my flight out there, promising me to send Cindi her warm greetings. It was so rushed, but Mother dropped me off at O'Hare later that evening to catch the Las Vegas flight that arrived at midnight. I arranged for a room at the Belagio Casino, thinking I would need some time to get ready to see Cindi. I needed to buy some more attractive outfits, something that she would love to see me in when we would at long last be together. Plus I knew she had her job she told me about at a local gym in nearby Henderson, so I thought that preparation would be in order. 

The next morning, I awoke early to do some shopping. Cindi had said she usually works until 5pm, so I spent the morning and afternoon looking for the perfect outfit. I wasn't sure how she would take to my appearance, considering I was very much out of shape. I told her that I probably wasn't anything she would find attractive, yet her response was accepting and inviting. I felt so wonderful as I arranged for a courier to send her an exquisite arrangement of flowers at the gym. I enclosed a note with my room number at the hotel, and arrived back to prepare for her (hopeful) arrival.

5pm soon came and passed, as did 6, 7, and 8... I was beginning to wonder if she had even received the flowers. I felt a bit disheartened knowing that all of my efforts could have been in vain, yet realized that this was an entirely spontaneous trip. One that might probably interfere with her day to day life. Dressed in a form fitting black suit, I again visited the bathroom to check my appearance once more. I felt so alive... so good again. My hair was fixed up, spread out across my shoulders. I put on my best jewelry for the occasion as well... Even though I was meeting another woman, I still loved dressing up and looking good for someone. Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt that I wasn't so bad of a catch. Yes, I had a lot of 'junk in the trunk' as they say, but nothing that a little exercise and dieting wouldn't take care of. Perhaps Cindi would help me take care of that... I hoped she would.

Three strong knocks on my door jolted me. Gasping, I knew it was her, but was unsure since it was such a forceful knocking. Going to the door after primping myself one last time, I flung open the door to see something of a shock. There, standing in an exquisite ankle length cocktail dress was a bulging, mammoth woman. Her head was completely shaved with not a trace of hair to be seen... no eyebrows at all, and thick, tremendous muscles all over her stunning frame. It was like something out of a freak show, or some other odd exhibition. For a brief second, I thought she was a wrestler since my ex always watched those silly wrestling shows on TV. 

"Cindi?" I nervously asked.

"No, I'm Fiona." The stranger replied in a low, masculine voice. 

I took a quick glance at her shapely cleavage to assure myself she was indeed a woman. I was startled to say the least. Partially because of her girth and Herculean frame, and also because I had no idea who she was. Yet she was remarkably beautiful in her own way. A deep mahogany tan covered her glossy skin... elegant jewelry adorned her ears, neckline, and wrists as she obviously loved being pretty as well.


A Primitive Hope Ch. 01



"Miss Wilson has asked for you to come with me." Said Fiona. 

"You know Cindi?" I asked in dire hope. "Where is she?" I replied, knowing full well I wasn't about to go off with some behemoth stranger.

Fiona reached between her ample cleavage, bringing out a small note that she handed to me. Taking it, I opened it up to see a very familiar style of handwriting. It was Cindi's. 

"My Dearest Kristen. Please trust Fiona. She will take you to me. This will all make sense soon, my love. Trust it... Love, Cindi." Read the small note.

Looking up, my eyes filled themselves with the astonishing image of this incredible woman. Her arms were so colossal that they bowed, hanging from her side. Breasts that were so inviting and full, bursting over the top of her ivory tinged dress. Small slivers of her spaghetti straps seemed to scantily grasp the dress that outlined her brawny frame. I was either going to be appalled by this creature, or thoughtfully aroused by what she could perhaps do to me.

"Okay." I uttered under my breath. 

A warm smile came across her rigid face. I found myself profoundly intoxicated by her look and stature. 

"Miss Wilson deeply cares for you, Miss Sanders." Said Fiona. "You have nothing to fear with me. I hope you realize that."

I tipped my head to the side, casting her a telling smile. My flirtatious side was obviously surfacing, which I hoped she could pick up on. My smile was met with a vivid look of acceptance and willingness. If there was any moment in my life where I wanted nothing more than raw untamed sex, now was that time. I had never imagined myself making love to such a woman until now. And it took my breath away.

Fiona informed me that my room was no longer needed, and promptly offered to take my bags. Watching her move inside, my gaze was rooted to her invigorating appearance. When I suggested to help, she politely refused as she easily lifted my two suitcases. I knew they were heavy since I had to have the Bellhop help me with them up to the room, but the way Fiona carried them was simply refreshing to watch. Her skillful stride was graceful, yet determined as we left the room, and made our way down the hallway. Once downstairs at the main lobby, Fiona motioned for me to join her at the front desk, where she promptly paid for my room with cash, requesting that the clerk reimburse my credit card in full. I interrupted in haste...

"You're not here to spend money. You're here to grow." She whispered as she raised her left hand, cupping my jaw with a gentle fingertip. 

Her mere touch dissolved my essence in front of the entire Hotel staff... I know Fiona must have heard me sigh because she hinted yet another wooing grin... I was simply taken by this unusual, yet exceedingly radiant woman whose only goal (it seemed) was to care for me in every manner known. Her bald head... those ripe muscles... her broad and mighty chest.

Outside, Fiona had a limousine waiting for our arrival. The driver quickly took my bags from Fiona as she opened the door for me. Wow... I hadn't felt this pampered in years. This was going to be very nice. As I moved to get in, I could notice all the people around us look at Fiona, and her incredible frame. What an erotic pairing we both would make... strong powerful flesh against soft, motherly skin... Oh my... 

Fiona sat across from me on the way out of the casino. She simply ordered the driver "home" as we left, driving under the dazzling lights of Las Vegas. Fiona poured me a towering glass of champagne, handing it to me with the finesse of a true lady. Accepting her drink with a coy smile, she leaned back in her seat to look at me fully. 

"Miss Wilson says that you and she used to work out together." Fiona said as she poured herself a drink too.

"Yes." I said, sipping the rich champagne. "We loved it."

With a warm smile, Fiona spoke in a whisper; "So do I."

With another sip, I crossed my legs as I got comfortable. I wanted to know more about this woman... this divine figure of grace and power.

"I can tell." I replied in burgeoning fondness. "You're... so... so beautiful." 

"Thank you, Miss Sanders." She replied, taking a lengthy sip from her glass.

"Oh, please call me Kristen." I said, still throwing her as many signals as I could. 

God, I wanted this woman. I wanted her to ravage me with those ferocious arms. If this was to be our mating charade, I was all for it. But what on Earth was Cindi thinking by sending this sumptuous savage to my door? Was Fiona her lover? Her bodyguard? I just had to know, yet didn't want to ruin this rare opportunity to bed this divine female. For being heterosexual all of my life, I felt as if I was falling right into the lifestyle of a true lesbian... a voracious woman in need of a touch from a similar individual.

Our journey soon had us out beyond the city, and into the darkness of the surrounding desert. I had already drank three glasses of Fiona's extravagant champagne, and was asking for another. I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings since the obscurity didn't reveal much of anything around me. All I could do was gawk at Fiona's smooth bare legs in front of me... those agile muscles begging for a suitable caress, or possibly a long glaze from my moistened tongue. And as she poured the intoxicating liquor into my glass, our eyes froze together in a serious gaze. I knew at that exact moment that my trip was fully justified in every notion. Her smooth, bald head gleamed in the faint light of the limousine's interior... my instincts yearning to cradle that sleek orb between my plentiful breasts. To feel those strong inviting arms surround my frame... It was all I could take. I lunged for her lips with my own... colliding against hers in breathless desire. I shuddered in fantastic rhapsody knowing I was kissing this irresistible woman. Yet for all of her training and obvious weight lifting, Fiona's lips held the most tactile sensuality. The delicate texture softening as our saliva coupled together in boiling charm. And her balmy fragrance permeating my nostrils... It was beyond anything that I had expected. My hands reached behind her, grasping that smooth skull I found so attractive... feeling it's sleek texture beneath my sweaty palms as our tongues merged in complete unity and eagerness. Her manly sigh only fueled my efforts as our arms cloaked each other in undisciplined fervor... My lips broke their hold, gulping down my anxiety as her fearless limbs swaddled the small of my back. I buckled, she tightened... 

I didn't know it, but we had arrived at her home just as soon as the kiss started. Fiona unwillingly concluded the kiss as I tried to continue it. Shaking her head no, she lovingly grasped her hand in mine as she opened the limousine door. I understood that we had to come back down to Earth so we could unload, and go inside. And as I stood out, I saw that we were already inside a spacious garage. An entire fleet of rare and antique cars were all perfectly aligned, brilliant in their cleanliness. The driver rushed around to get my baggage as Fiona clutched my hand in hers. Not a word was spoken as we made our way to a nearby elevator... this was very odd indeed. My mind naturally questioned where we were at, yet the words Cindi wrote to me soothed any fears. 'Trust it.' So I did.

The elevator lowered us down for what seemed an eternity. Looking at the control panel, I was amazed to see over two dozen levels within this complex. If this was some sort of a seduction, then I was certainly not going to voice any concerns whatsoever. Yet I felt safe standing beside Fiona's protective posture. It just felt right to trust her. The doors hissed open as Fiona led me to a nearby bedroom, which was vast and quite impressive. The only sound that could be heard was a low humm, obviously some type of air or power unit. But inside the room, there were dozens of candles that illuminated it's cozy atmosphere. The walls were decorated in some type of ancient asian motif which I had never seen before. Setting my bags beside the huge bed, Fiona turned to face me at long last. 

"I hope you find this to your liking, Ma'am." She quietly voiced. 

"It's very nice. Thank you." I replied, unsure if she was going to join me.

Closing the distance between us, Fiona lifted her arms to caress my flushed face. 

"Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back down later." She whispered as a kiss drifted between our deprived lips. 

I knew she didn't want to leave, but sensed that she was following some other agenda that was not of her devise. Leaning in to embrace her, she reluctantly stepped away, and walked out my bedroom door. Gazing at her defined hips as she sauntered out, my heart swam in the soothing waters of luxurious exultation. God I hoped she would come back, and soon...

Unpacking my belongings, I started to become familiar with my new surroundings. With no television or phone, I began to wonder about. In an adjacent room, I found the washroom to be a spacious chamber that smelled of lovely native scents. It exuded a woodland aroma with fresh exotic flowers placed all around. The bathtub was utterly huge. It must have been the size of a small backyard pool. The pool let off a slow steam from it's surface with a bright shimmering light cast from it's depths. 

"This is a nice switch." I thought to myself as I remembered my modest, cramped apartment back in Chicago.

I knelt beside the inviting waters of the bath, putting my hand in to see if it was warm enough for a bath. Indeed it was, and I was quickly back in my room to shed my clothes. It felt wonderful to be fully nude in this exotic setting. It was almost like a jungle inside the washroom... Extensive foliage that covered the walls from side to side, numerous torches that were anchored to the walls to give off enough light to see. I felt like so out of place being here, yet there was something so pleasant about this. I relaxed all of my misgivings, and slowly stepped into the warm pool. A long sigh followed as I eased below the surface. Oh, this was by far much more luxurious than any hotel room. Stretching my arms out, I sank into the pool until I was fully submerged. My long mane of styled hair lost it's form as I swam through the lagoon. Rising up for air, I bellowed out my complete euphoria as my entire frame relished the infinite sensations my body was feeling. I felt alive again... pure... whole.

"I see you found your bath." Said a familiar voice from afar. 

Looking over my drenched shoulder, my eyes noticed Fiona standing there at the edge of the lagoon, now dressed in a sleek robe that hung from her powerful frame. The thin fabric held a deep blue, polished texture, accenting every bulging muscle she possessed. Her arms reached up to slide off the elegant kimono. Crippled in awe, I watched as this woman's fully nude body was tediously unveiled. Gliding beyond those annular shoulders, down further along the fertile knolls of her bosom, along that ripped abdomen I so wanted to feel against my own... The fabric fell to her ankles as she stepped into the water. I couldn't move. I stood still as I watched this mammoth creature ease into the lagoon with me. I felt as if I were a meek animal in the wild... a creature just like her, plucked from it's habitat to mate with her in the most ferine manner known. Her arms extended outward, allowing the surface of the waters to graze her palms... Her primitive appearance enthralled me so... no eye brows, no hair at all on that unimaginable frame. Nothing but skin... soft, yet commanding flesh that was coming closer and closer. Her gaze was latched to mine as the sounds of rippling water was the only timbre that could be noticed. I turned to meet her as our bodies came within inches of one another. Her gaze held a measureless intensity to it... a simple, yet rigorous expression of need. My eyes fell to her breasts, and to her robust forelimbs. My hands extended out to place themselves upon her wrists, fluttering higher along their athletic form... I had to feel those muscles for myself... to appreciate this majestic woman whom held my every breath. I couldn't believe how fabulous those muscles felt beneath my fingertips. Her eyes fell shut as my scrutiny proceeded ever so slowly. Her languid breath fell warmed my forehead as my hands reached the colossal boulders atop her arms. There wasn't an ounce of soft flesh anywhere on her body, except for those lips that I so longed to suckle from. My arms lifted higher so my hands could roam down her rigid back... our foreheads pressed together as I inadvertently committed her physique to memory. My touch soon caressed the thickness of her backside, clutching each stiff globe of her rugged ass. She soon surrendered to the painstaking exploration I found myself basking in by taking my womanly frame in her own mighty grip. Her fingers crept along my wide hips, only to clasp them as she spryly brought me into her embrace. I let out a bellowing gasp as I felt her breasts press against my own... Thrusting my neck back, she sank her teeth into my bare neck. 

"Oh my God!" I shouted as her tongue thrashed violently against my skin.

A series of low moans came from her lungs as her arms easily wrapped around my waist, hoisting me from the water. Her bald head buried itself between my dripping breasts... mouth agape as she inhaled as much breast flesh as possible into her famished mouth. I lovingly cradled her smooth head as I felt her entire frame press against me. My mind was inundated with boundless thoughts and images of our sumptuous union. How I would love to be an observer right now... to witness the erotic contrast of our bodies... a mighty beast matched against a buxom woman.

Fiona carried me to the steps of the lagoon as she lifted me from the water. Both arms carried me as a man would his woman on their wedding night... One arm tucked beneath my thighs, while the other held my back... Yet this wasn't anything close to that uninspiring notion. We were both solely focused on one thing... My hands relaxed behind her bulky neck as my drenched mane of hair spread out along her rugged, glimmering chest. I could hear the downpour of the water falling from our bodies as Fiona effortlessly sustained my body, carrying me into my bedroom. I lifted my head to gaze into those turquoise eyes... completely vanquished in this sapphic seduction. She took notice of my stare as a loving smile ensued. I was twisted downward onto the bed as her mouth met mine in a sizzling kiss... Now on my back, Fiona came to rest atop me as her massive arms supported her weight... Our lips were anchored together as her tongue zestfully filled my mouth. The mere power this woman had over me left me helpless in her wake. Still soaked from our bath, I clutched her cumbersome shoulders as our kiss became one of the deepest, soulful kisses I have ever confronted. There was simply no turning back now. Fiona could do whatever she wanted with me, and I was going to be her willing harlot.

The hunger between us was unquenchable. No words were uttered in the hours that followed... Fiona and I united together in the most impeccable way two women could. Every action she bestowed upon my ravaged body convinced me beyond any doubt that I was forever a lesbian... a woman whose destiny had been fulfilled... completed. No other man could ever hope to bring me the joy and rapture that Fiona blessed me with that night. Yet every deed she awarded me with caused me to match her intensity twice fold. For for the first time in my life, I finally tasted the essence of another woman... to see this tremendous body of muscle yield to my loving tongue made me delirious with fervor. Tasting the moist folds of her essence, only to find her clitoris crystallized my irrefutable fate... Even though this was my first real encounter with a woman, I knew just as she did what to do and where to touch. It's a language that only two women truly understand. A secret doctrine that once discovered, leads to eternal brilliance. I watched as her body teetered on the breathless cusp of orgasm... her savage behavior inspiring my tongue to suckle more. Muscular thighs pressed against my face, hands entwined together as she rocked back and forth between delirium and orgasm. The loud, raspy resonance of her bold gasps... thin layers of perspiration now made her body shine in felicity. She looked as if she were some Greek Goddess perched upon her altar of authority-- completely helpless to the dedicated tenderness of another female. It was then my inner most compulsions surfaced, and she was about to partake in this forbidden feast.

Clutching those strapping legs, I motioned her over on her stomach. Still winded, she grasped the satin sheets in her mighty grip as my hands roamed across the sculpted globes of her ass. Rigid with muscle, yet still preserving their spherical form, my palms kneaded her flesh with the finesse it so rightfully deserved. I once saw this taboo deed in a porn long ago, and had since grown tobe astonished by it's sensual significance. Looking down at each moist globe, my mouth fell upon her right cheek. Opening my mouth as wide as it could go, I splayed my tongue flat upon the flesh... hungrily lapping every inch of that ass. She could hear my frantic groans of necessity as I traced the sturdy tiers of her muscles with my flat tongue... My saliva dribbled out, lathering the ass flesh like a gaunt savage with it's first real feast. My fingernails dug into the skin, raking across her rounded contours ever so wickedly. My hot breath cascaded upon the quivering skin as Fiona violently thrust her fist into the bed. Looking up between her elevated cheeks, I saw her head swaying in the bliss of my anal assault. With my left hand, I reached up to her back and dug my long fingernails into the bronzed flesh, as if they were claws. Descending to her ass, scraping the skin as my mouth sank deep between the delicious cleavage of her ass. My lustful moans now were muffled between her cheeks as my tongue deluged the entire length of her crevice. I could tell that no tongue had ever given her this wondrous sensation... the look on her face said it all as she turned around to look at my face completely drowned in ass flesh. Our eyes shared a telling gaze of affirmation as my tongue circled her fragile orifice... Her mouth made an O shape as did my lips, now fully sealed to her asshole... My hands calmly rested upon both cheeks as I glazed her opening with my soggy saliva... marinating it for the forthcoming puncturing of her ass. Her entire back tightened as my tongue begged for her acceptance. Short winded, Fiona eased her hesitation and felt the spicy warmth of my tongue gain it's entry... Drawing in a long wailing breath, Fiona collapsed as her head fell to the pillow as her tart warmth enveloped my tongue. If Cindi could only see me now... If my Mother only knew what I was doing at this moment... 

All of the training and bodybuilding Fiona put herself through still couldn't tone up the muscles of her bowels, which was now being delicately swabbed by my frantic tongue. I was lost in the moment... focused on nothing but her, and my immersed tongue. She was so warm inside... so tantalizing. I couldn't believe that my tongue was lodged deep inside a woman's ass... and I was loving every fleeting second of it. My fingers stretched her cheeks apart for a vulgar thrust... I felt her sphincter grip my tongue, yet that didn't hinder my quest for this ultimate haven of nourishment and wonder. 

Fiona cried out, I stabbed her again... she bucked, I clutched... we were learning our skills together as one. I wanted so much more of this... to be consumed by her whole... I would have put my entire body inside her ass if I could have, that's how deep our affinity was swelling. I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life making love to this creature of muscle and flesh... 




A Primitive Hope Ch. 01



My heart levitated in this gratifying new experience. Never before had I imagined such wanton conduct, let alone act on them. I was becomming an entire new being... one that held the most precious of all libidinous traits of a open minded woman. Fiona was to be my first, and certainly not the last woman I was to bed from this point on. This initial experience unlocked the door to a much sweeping state of existence. One that would forever determine the course of the rest of my life.

Fiona and I spent the night together with my healthy frame lost in her arms, tucked amidst the brawn of her graceful embrace. I couldn't sleep much due to the life changing events... at times throughout the night, I awoke to see Fiona's restful slumber... assuring myself this was not just a dream. I studied her entire body this time... still fascinated by the lack of hair on her body. How could anyone live like this? Was this a decision she made for herself, or was it forced upon her at some point in time? I was so curious about what made her who she was. I found myself deeply aroused by her this untamed, yet beautiful look... 

My fingertips trailed among the lines where her eyebrows once were. Nothing more than polished flesh now. I wondered if I could ever bring myself to do such a thing... not just shed all of my hair, but to allow my body to become a bastion of strength and awe. She must have worked out everyday to be in such great shape. Although her manlike voice certainly wasn't the result of this... she must have been on some type of medication to be this way. I've read stories about how bodybuilding can affect one's bone structure and cardiovascular system... this was simply amazing. I found myself desperately curious about this; wanting to sample the life of a mighty woman of graceful power. Images began to swirl in my mind of my lengthy tresses being shed. Sharp razors heinously stripping away my eyebrows... losing all of the reminders of a previous life that held so much pain and heartache. My mind drifted off to my slumber with such arousing ideas... And it would be the last evening I would spend as Kristen; at least the Kristen everyone knew back home.

Chapter III: A New Beginning... 

I'm not quite sure how it all came to happen, but the next thing I remember was waking up inside a vast, dimly lit repository. Groggy from sleep, I attempted to lift my head; only to find my neck bound against a table. Baffled, I tried to shift about, discovering that my entire body was securely chained to a vertical platform. A blinding frosty light cast down upon me from the ceiling as I struggled to break free. Still a bit shaky, I then beheld a crude metal apparatus secured to my face. Two lengthy steel rods held my mouth agape with a cold, bland ball of steel stuffed inside. I could do little else but moan in distress... What the Hell had happened? The last thing I remembered was spending a wonderful evening making love to a muscular hulk-- now this? How could she have allowed this to happen? 

At least with my peripheral vision, I could make out that several IV's draped from my arms. Three different drip bags hung from metal stands, feeding me God knows what into my body. I moaned in horror, trying to cry out from the realization that I was possibly being drugged. Now those thoughts of sapphic pleasure abandoned my mind as I wanted nothing more than to leave this dreaded place of bondage and captivity. It was dreadfully frigid in this empty underground room. Being completely nude, goose bumps sprinkled over my body as I began to shiver in fright. It was then I heard a colossal metal door creak open; frightfully echoing throughout the barren room. I could make out that two people were coming in by their footsteps. My platform was twisted about by some mechanical device below as I make out who my captors were. To my surprise, my eyes at long last saw Cindi... and not the young pretty girl I once knew either. There she stood, utterly bald just like Fiona was... dressed in savage shreds of fabric that carelessly clung to her robust frame. It looked as if someone had crudely wrapped the fabric around her in two sections that hardly covered her chest and groin. Her frame resembled Fiona's, yet her girth and size was much larger and more defined. Throbbing blood vessels embellished her granite like muscles. Deep, rigid valleys of muscle adorned her calves, her thighs... Her buxom chest she once had now been forfeited in favor of raging muscle. It was short of absolutely sick how ripped my beloved and gentle friend had now become. I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing. With Fiona, I didn't think that any woman could be much larger than her... and yet, here my friend stood, now bursting in sheer power. 

The woman that accompanied Cindi was somewhat older than us. She looked radiant in her age, which I guessed to be around her early to mid fifties. Unlike Fiona or Cindi, this woman sported a short, burred flattop that apparently had been bleached blonde. She too held a deep dark tan that accentuated her barely noticeable wrinkles. She wore a sharp white suit that buttoned down her healthy chest. I could tell she too was some type ofbodybuilder, yet her size held nothing of the girth that Cindi possessed. Elegant diamond jewelry graced her hands and neckline, featuring a gorgeous sapphire diamond which hung amid her deep, tempting cleavage. She carried a folder in her left hand, keeping her other free. 

"Is this her?" asked the older woman.

Cindi nodded yes, evidently submissive to the peculiarly alluring older woman.

I could tell she was more than likely the one in charge of this entire compound, or whatever this Hellhole was called. The Matriarch stepped forward, closely inspecting my body. Opening the file, she took out a pen and began writing in it. 

"You said divorced, right?" she barked at Cindi.

Cindi nodded yes.

"She left him, or he left her?" she replied.

"He abandoned her, Madam." replied Cindi in a hushed tone.

The leader nodded to herself, jotting down notes in the file, which obviously belonged to me. Stepping around my platform, the Matriarch continued her examination. Squeezing the pudge on my stomach, she wrote again.

"Get her out on the rocks." commanded the woman to Cindi.

I sat completely still, frightened beyond belief. What the Hell was going on in here? What kind of upside down world had I gotten myself into here? Did Cindi willingly give herself to this state of reality? What went wrong? 

"Return her belongings." snapped the Matriarch. 

I sighed, feeling my breath bubble between my lips and the stifling ball stuffed in my mouth. This must have been some type of orientation into this deranged existence.

The Matriarch then grasped my eye lids, examining my eyeballs with a bright flashlight. She inspected each one carefully.

"Start her on the vitamins." she ordered. "Strict protein diet for the first 30 days, then up to solids."

I tried to convey my fear to this stranger with my expressions, since that was all I was capable of. Yet my efforts were in clearly in vain as she quickly stepped away. To my surprise, the leader soon stood in front of me to address me; now as a person.

"Consider yourself now an animal of the lowest order." she said. 

"You have been stripped of all privileges normally associated with human beings. But now you are not even that, so you might as well get used to it. You will re-learn everything all over again... You will be taught how to walk, how to defecate, even how to think. In time, you will be the strongest woman here. You came here to learn, to grow. Here, we will tear your mind, body and soul apart, but you... you will build yourself back up again to be the most perfect being known. This simply isn't a haven for sexual gratification contrary to what you and Fiona experienced last night. That was simply a test. A test for us to determine your eventual outcome. Your friend here has vouched for your character, so I have chosen her to lead you along your process of reconstruction. You will be given a new name; one that I will decide on at the end of your building period. Until then, you will be known as nothing. A mere blotch of nothingness on the heels of feminine existence. You will not be addressed, nor will you be referred to as anyone with a singular identity."

With that, the leader turned, and briskly walked out. Now Cindi and I remained alone as the crude metal door slammed shut. Falling into a pattern, Cindi quickly got to work as she lowered my platform so that I was horizontal. Desperate for any words, I tried to make eye contact with my friend in hopes that she would free me. Yet none came as my head was hoisted upward, resting on some thin edge. I couldn't tell what was happening as I heard lots of activity around me. Suddenly, a loud humm deafened my ears as I could tell that my hair was being sheered off. Long, careful strokes garnished my skull as I felt my lengthy tresses of blonde hair being shed. I began crying as she wiped away my once proud mane. It felt terribly disgusting what she was doing to me. Yet in the despair, my mind began pondering what the leader told me moments before. Perhaps this was some awkward technique of healing me? Making me whole and pure again? Possibly this was truly the best thing for me? After all, Cindi and I had such a wonderful conversation on the phone just two days prior to my arrival. Yet thinking back, I now recall her expressing deep concern for my recent misfortune. She could tell I was devastated by my ex-husband's departure. Maybe... just maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all? Admittedly, I was fascinated by Fiona's structure the previous night, and pondered the thought of myself as a bald woman. I sighed, taking some comfort in what was happening to me.

The sheers continued their ferocious task of removing every strand of my hair. I heard several clumps fall to the ground below. All that was now left was a head full of sharp bristles, which now were lathered with rich foam by Cindi's skillful hands. My tensions slipped as I basked in the gentle actions of my dear friend. I sensed her apparent love and concern for me in each gentle caress upon my skull. She then placed a razor to my jagged flesh, scrupulously running it back along the sphere of my head. Long gentle strokes of the razor removed all stubble, leaving only sleek bare skin in it's wake. It was distastefully erotic what I was now feeling in my heart. I was actually finding myself enjoying this transformation. 

After rinsing my now bare skull, Cindi brought herself around to remove my recently waxed eyebrows. 

"Oh shit, she's really going to do this." I thought to myself as Cindi wetted my brow, and took a straight razor to the hairline. 

Several glances were shared between us as she gently flicked the razor over my skin. The sound of tiny hairs being shorn echoed in my ears. The sharp noises somehow soothed my weary mind. Perhaps it was the thought of Cindi doing this that provided the finesse I needed at this point. My heart ached to reach out for her... to break these chains and embrace my long lost friend. Perhaps she would transform me into a powerful beast that could break free of this repression? My thoughts were quickly doing the math... I started to see a sliver of truth in this process. Maybe this was their own unique way of finding one's true destiny? What seemed to be odd and insane to most others conceivably had an fundamental basis for their actions. I wanted to find out... I wanted more.

After my shave, Cindi took the IV's from my arms, and carefully bandaged my punctures. She still hadn't spoken a word to me since our initiation begun, yet our expressions were becoming more and more of an unspoken language between us. I couldn't believe I was finding pleasure in being robbed of my identity, but my fears were qualmed in Cindi's loving gestures of elegant love. The way in which she touched my flesh, the manner in which her tender gaze fell upon my own... Once the initial fright had worn off, I slipped further and further away from myself; at least the Kristen I once knew. Maybe becoming someone new wasn't such a bad idea after all? The old adage of 'getting away from it all' certainly held a much more poignant meaning for me.

I watched her every move with scrupulous curiosity. Watching those muscles contort with such proficiency and ease... There was virtually no semblance of the feminine features I once knew. Yet within those eyes I could ascertain she was nevertheless in there, now just a much more purified being. I wanted to ask her what had happened... what led her to here, and how she manifested this power. Nothing was spoken as she began to undo the locks securing my body down. I gasped, realizing I could possibly make a run for it. I could flee far from here and go back to my world of hopelessness and solitude... My God, why would anyone wish that upon themselves? There was no way I would escape from this place. Especially not now considering my appearance. With each passing moment, I was more and more Cindi's compliant toy to do whatever she so desired. 

The cumbersome chains were set aside as Cindi guided me to sit up. The moist fragrance of her flesh floated by me as she loosened the huge steel contraption that was fastened to my head... The metal ball slipped out, coated with my saliva as Cindi tactfully placed it on the workbench nearby. I questioned myself how many times she had done this. Or perhaps I was her first. Yet sitting there with nothing to cover me, I faithfully remained... bare breasted, and fully unveiled... not motioning one inch for fear I would lose Cindi forever. I didn't want that. Not now at least.

I didn't cry out in panic, nor did I choose to run. I remained, transfixed on my long lost friend. Turning around, Cindi took my hand in hers as she skillfully directed me from the rustic platform. Now motionless in front of each other after so many years... no separation. No distance. No questions. Our hands remained entangled as our hold tensed. I could perceive her affection with each short-lived second. Our silent, absorbed interaction started to speak clearly once more. She let go of our hold to reach up to her rags, only to loosen them... gradually, she bared the virtuous temple of inspiring power-- folded the fabric up to carefully set it aside. I beheld that solid chest, her lean groin that evoked a hungry sigh from my appreciative gaze. Her body drew closer, sensing the heat from her stately flesh. Our arms obligingly held each others' as a prolonged gaze ensued. How I wish I could have seen what this spectacle must have looked like... two bald women, arm in arm... obviously taking delight in ultimately being together after many years. 

My hands elevated higher along the billowing hills of her muscular arms. Breaking our stare, I watched as my delicate hands traveled along; lingering over the skin. Looking back at Cindi, a smile met my mesmerized expressions. I answered with a thin smile as her arms seized my ample body into her embrace. Now I was hers... This moment of sensual contact convinced me that there was no going back. Harsh, rigid muscle crushed together with my Motherly, plump skin. Swaying my head, I watched my large breasts come against her sculpted chest. My heavy bust flared out as we both sighed from the stunning vision... This was so unbelievably erotic to see... let alone feel as Cindi's courageous hands found their way to the small of my back. Our breath grew feeble, as did our hearts... 

"So much power." I thought to myself. "So beautiful." 

It was all I could possibly endure. Our faces drifted together, brushing cheek to cheek as a kiss became immanent. I felt those demanding hands slither up my shoulders as our faces motioned closer... I knew she wanted to kiss me. It was a reality that needed no words. We both knew it was unquestionable. Her warm breath swept across my blushing face... staring into those trusted, reassuring mahogany eyes I so valued. My fingertip scrupulously traced her pouty lips. I held my breath... she halted hers as well. Almost there... so damn close. It was crippling us both... we had to seal ourselves together. It had to happen.

"Cindi." I breathlessly whispered.

"My Kristen. My true love." she replied in a tone matching mine.

Her assuring hold seized me as the last word flowed from her lips. My eye lids sealed with a gasp... now was the moment where our relationship would be fully consummated. This kiss wouldn't be hurried, nor would it be without meaning. It would be the kiss of all kisses... the lone act of solidity and devotion. And together our lips came, ever so faintly at first... Delicate flutters of flesh against flesh... What woman in her right mind could resist such awe? Such truth? Cindi's lips met mine with tender reward. Her fingertips pressed into me, twisting her head slightly for a deeper kiss. Unlike my first kiss with Fiona, this was far more meaningful. This held the conviction and righteousness I had longed for my entire life. Her mouth parted wide, accepting the slick tongue now begging to fill my mouth. With rich gusto, her tongue not only came into my mouth, but was slippery grasped with my eager lips, forming an "O" shape about it. My hands clutched her bare skull so as to keep that tongue inside me. Then an unexpected lunge came from her as her zeal overcame her senses. Smashing her mouth to mine, Cindi wrapped those guns around my waist; lifting my entire body in her arms. I knew I wasn't a light weight, yet was amazed that she evoked no signs of struggle or strain as she turned me about. We were like a married couple, cavorting around as if on their honeymoon. I rewarded her guileless efforts by lifting my legs up to wrap around her waist, locking my ankles behind her ass. Cindi cooed in delight, and rammed her tongue down my throat... I could tell our kiss was growing in intensity and fervor... the fires of sapphic rapture were set ablaze as she easily clutched my wide hips. She growled into my mouth, apparently pleased with how my flabby full cheeks felt in her palms. 

"You like my ass?" I asked.

She simply nodded yes.

"It's yours." I came back by suckling her chiseled chin. "It's always been yours."

Another raspy groan exited as I tightened my legs around that handsome waist, hungrily knawing her jaw and chin in with savage determination. Cindi kneaded my cheeks apart and together several times as she carried me from the inspection area. All worries or fears vanished as we made our way to a more intimate area of the dark warehouse. Her idea of 'intimate' took something to get used to however... she carried me into a large repair room filled with engines. Massive diesel and gasoline powered engines that were being overhauled. The smell of oil and gasoline permeated my nostrils as Cindi and I stepped down into a large grease pit. The narrow and seemingly tiny space was perfect for our copulation... I simply didn't care wherever we ended up at. I had to make love to this woman...

She slammed me against the wall in forceful might. With my neck exposed, she sank her teeth deep into my neck. My eyes bulged open, staring up in fearful ecstasy. 

"God, Cindi." I cried out as her groin met mine in a series of rampant, hungry thrusts. 

My hands gripped those rock hard shoulders as I felt her womanhood press against mine. In the hazy mist of passion, I noticed several chains dangling down into the pit. It must have triggered something in Cindi, because she clutched one of them as she swiftly wrapped them around my wrists. Large shackles of steel tightly bound my skin as Cindi grasped the other end of the chain, hoisting me up from the floor. It all happened so brutally fast, yet was welcomed by every thoughtful deed she blessed me with. With my wide, hour glass body now fully hers, Cindi brought her face between my unencumbered breasts, clutching each heavy knoll in her hands to smother her face. Urgency demanded action... action demanded reaction. And I was going to give her that by any and all means. 




A Primitive Hope Ch. 02



The following story tells the tale of a true life transformation. The Saga is one of self discovery,and of sexual and physical growth in a shocking, yet erotic world of bodybuilding. I welcome your comments and opinions as long as they are supportive and positive.

My head hung low as my body felt a sudden, friendly warmth encircle my womb. Hot scalding breath pacified my groin as Cindi hungrily sealed her mouth upon me. I briskly jerked, realizing how sensitive I was down there without any pubic hair to absorb the swift, loving actions. I could feel the strength in her tongue as it carefully traveled along the folds of drenched vagina... I screamed my delight aloud when she unearthed my hidden, yet eager pearl. Since my sight had been hooded, millions of tiny bursts of light came over the darkness as my entire body focused it's energy on my simmering womb. No one had ever brought me to the early stages of orgasm so quickly; another convincing indication that this indeed was right... pure. 

My wide hips were clutched in Cindi's grip as her dedication flourished with each thrust of her tongue. She must have inhaled my clit into her mouth because it completely robbed my entire body of any remaining resistance. All I could feel was the weighty mass of steel dangling from my head... and quick, rapid jolts of my body as Cindi skillfully guided me to impeccable and utter delight. I began panting out loud... trying to be as boisterous as I could so that all could hear the pleasure I was feeling... I wanted to proclaim to all that this moment (and this woman) was mine for all of eternity. Each scream inspired Cindi to trounce her tongue across my clit... each gasp sustained her feast... My body that has dangling in mid air now swayed, only to be held in place by the sheer power of Cindi's grasp. My head fell back as the cold steel chains now lay upon my face... this shocking, bold new experience was all that I could have ever hoped for. Why did I waste all those years with a man when I could have had this? No time for questions... I was about to cumm, and hard.

My wails of rhapsody were shouted against the muffling links of steel... I tried saying her name over and over, yet now my flesh was dealing with the violent tremors that held me hostage. My groin thrashed about as I felt Cindi's assertive fingernails dig into me... there was so much hope between us at this moment. I knew it... and each loving gesture Cindi bestowed upon me sent me closer and closer to a nirvana never before experienced. She must have had her entire mouth over my pussy... there was no way anyone could ever do this to me. With my arms still bound above me, my involuntary muscles lifted me up in towering ecstasy as wave after wave washed over me... I was now crippled in undying devotion from this creature... 

"Cindi... oh my Gawd what are you... what are you doing?" I tried to voice, realizing that I probably wasn't making much sense. 

I felt the gentle reverberations of her low, voracious moans resonate throughout my swollen pussy. There is nothing quite like feeling a woman's moans within your most sacred and tender region. I knew she was loving every fleeting moment of this incredible act of unconditional love. I responded by lifting my legs up, and wrapping them around Cindi's head, resting upon the foundation of her shoulders... I easily held her in place as my actions only encouraged a deeper swabbing of my fertile womb. I felt her head gyrate side to side, sliding her moist lips between and under the folds of my pussy... whimpering in bliss with each stride. My ankles rested on her back now, tightening my lock... Another flash of light came out of nowhere... I shot up again... she lunged... I begged for me, she replied twice fold.

"Cindi, gawd... you... you... have me..." I tried to declare.

I was met with a soft wet tongue moving down my pussy, now focusing it's efforts on the scanty area of skin between my pussy and asshole... together, we discovered just how susceptible I was there. Slow gentle hearted strokes of her tongue greeted my flesh as I felt her soothing tongue revolve around my asshole... I shrieked at the top of my lungs; aghast yet delighted to feel this beautiful sensation now upon me. God, her tongue was so carefully slow and attentive... I had no clue how she was positioned for this feast, but it was unthinkable how she must have been. Throughout the flurry of images and feelings dancing throughout my mind, I could see me doing the exact same thing to Fiona the night before... just the mere act of having her tongue perform anal intercourse with me was mind boggling in it's concept. 

Loud and erratic gasps followed as I attempted to structure a sentence; "Oh... you're... you're tongue fucking me... my ass... in my ass." 

My bowels savored that warm slithering piece of flesh that eased inside me as I tried to relax my muscles... I wanted her inside me, no matter where it was. To have someone you care so much for actually inside you holds a powerful meaning for us females. It is a expression of so much truth, and carries vast significance... and the deeper her tongue went, the further I fell for her. I then felt her palms grasp each globe of my full, ripe ass... kneading the thick knolls together as she swam her tongue inside my ass... I simply couldn't believe that this could feel so good. My cheeks were aggressively massaged, and with each gesture of her hands, an equal and generous 'stab' of her tongue was felt inside. I then tightened my sphincter muscles to see what she would do... 'milking' her tongue in a way. I glowed with rapport as I heard a inaudible moan of approval emerge amidst my full ass. It was simply divine.

Cindi robbed me of all possible hints or thoughts of ever returning to a life of heterosexuality. How could one ever rightfully decide to do so after such incredible acts of love are bestowed upon them? To me, there was no choice, except that of just her, and only her. She annihilated all the pain and suffering that poisoned my heart for so long... and hanging there like a gutted animal felt absolutely wonderful. It was just the right prescription needed for a complete recovery. After slipping her tongue out from within my enchanted rectum, Cindi stood before me and lifted the veil of chains from my face. My mouth was swiftly pressed against hers for an arresting soulful kiss to seal our act of unconditional love. Between her lips and tongue, I could taste the fruits of her labor... my ass. It was just as if I had tongued Fiona's backside, purified with the sacred aroma of sex and ass juices. It was distastefully erotic...

I was soon set free, and now had ample opportunity to settle my score with Cindi... Up above I noticed a large oil funnel that dangled down into the pit... with a gentle nudge, I motioned Cindi beneath the funnel, and clasped the valve together as a flood of automotive oil flowed downward along her beautiful body. The shiny lubricant cascaded across her chest and arms in seconds, and soon her abdomen and legs gleamed in the radiant oil. My hands quickly rubbed the lotion into her gradient skin, taking my time in the erotic texture and feel of oil against flesh... Somewhat odd I agree, but I tossed aside all that I had ever known or thought about lovemaking. Instead, I embraced all that was possible using whatever I could to show this woman my love and fascination for her. Her powerful body glistened beneath the single bulb of light that barely illuminated the dark pit. My flesh soon fell into her arms as we hungrily made out with each other for what must have been hours. We both cupped our hands beneath the funnel, and poured generous amounts of oil across our bald heads... down our backs, across our asses and thighs... The raw, untamed aroma of automotive oil gave our lovemaking a unique twist indeed. Cindi was a machine... refined and made whole since our days of adolescence. Perhaps I was to be the lubricant she needed to smooth out her own life... perhaps...

I can't remember how long we spent together in that grease pit, but we ended up embraced on the hard concrete floor in one anothers arms. We both fell asleep in the comfort of our nearness... But before my mind fell asleep, I gently lifted my bald head to gaze into her wondrous eyes once more...

"I love you, Cindi. I always have." I whispered.

Cindi's convictions held me firm.

"I've loved you ever since I can remember." she replied. "I always wondered what ever happened to you since we graduated. Now..."

I smiled in such tender bliss, peacefully whispering; "Now."

Our lips meshed together a second time, reassuring ourselves that this affair was honestly true. A lifelong love denied and neglected, yet now falling victim to the assertive grasp of destiny. As her mouth engulfed mine, I knew then Cindi and I were going to be together for a very long time indeed. Our pasts were of little concern to us now, for we were acting as one... There were to be no questions or doubts... no hesitation, nor any reluctance on any of our parts. My head came to rest upon Cindi's brawny chest, silently slipping away to a peaceful sleep tucked beneath the protective hold of my lover's cover. My restored soul soared high in the Heavens of tranquility as I listened to Cindi's mellow heartbeat... The comforting vibration validated my thoughts as my life eased into a realm of new and intriguing promise. Cindi was to be mine for all eternity. 

We awoke sometime the next day, beginning the dawn of our love affair with a gentle kiss. We made our way from the grease pit into a spacious, dimly lit bathing area that was far different from my own private bath. The room consisted of decorative marble and ivory sculptures of large, voluptuous women that resembled an exotic, ancient Greek setting. Once inside, Cindi instructed me to wait as she slid into the deep waters of the steam bath where two younger looking girls intuitively came from side doors to bath her. My guess was they were in their early to mid twenties. The youthful ladies were silent, yet attentive as they slid out of the vestiges of their scantly clad, ancient looking fabric. Cindi stood in the middle of the bath, staring aimlessly ahead as the two girls tediously began their intimate, yet thorough purification of their champion. The girls were your typical looking women, not sculpted or bald like Cindi or Fiona was. This clued me in that perhaps they allowed other types of females inside their secret domain.

The girls worked in unison as they shared a single bar of soap, lathering Cindi's sculpted frame and bald head. Cindi remained motionless, almost in a trance like state as hands roamed her physique, dousing her chiseled flesh with rich, lathery soap until all the oil had vanished. Their next task was foaming her bald head with soap-- shaving the crown and eye brows clean. I so wanted to ask what was happening, yet something told me to remain silent. The sight was simply erotic to behold, like something from a ancient scene depicted in a museum, or painting from long ago. Two willing mistresses serving their Warrior's every need. I tried to examine their expressions to see if perhaps they were resisting an inner will to seduce their Master. Yet no signs of desire was seen... they appeared to be programmed to do whatever they had been instructed to do. I sighed heavily, appreciating this erotic, and captivating exhibition.

Cindi was then motioned over to the side of the reservoir where her legs, armpits and groin was meticulously peeled with a razor. Perhaps this was a daily event that she was subject to, and she obviously delighted in each second of it. The girls paid special attention to their shave, watching in acute concentration as Cindi's flesh was wiped clean of all remnants of hair. I then watched as they delicately exchanged the razor, sharing a soft meaningful kiss before initiating another stroke of the razor. I gasped, so enamored with the loving sight of two beautiful women tasting each other's precious lips. The sound of their moist kiss echoed throughout the chamber. It was magnificent to see and hear. 

The young Mistresses finished their undertaking, each lifting Cindi's arms outward as they guided her to the steps of the bath. They painstakingly motioned Cindi (still enveloped in her hypnotic state) out as they set out to dry their Matriarch's every curve with large, billowing towels of cotton. Cindi's arms remained stretched outward, now slowly rotating her body around as the girls did their best to pamper every inch of her Herculean body. Still somewhat damp, Cindi was then marinated in an assortment of rich body oils. The Heavenly fragrance filled the room, reminding me of a glorious garden filled with rare and exotic flowers. The girls' palms gingerly coated Cindi's body, now bright with oil. Cindi stopped, lifting her arms skyward as a low moan of indulgence was heard. The girls quickly responded by lathering her arms and back as Cindi gazed up into the Heavens, basking in the effluent grace of power and glory. One of the girls knelt, inspired to knead Cindi's lower abdomen and legs while the other affectionately grazed the smooth, bald head. Streams of warm oil oozed between their fingers as the skin was tediously stroked. My heart was pounding by this point, so inspired by what I was seeing. I had to act, otherwise I would lose all control and attack every one of them.

"This is their ritual." A familiar voice whispered into my trembling ear.

Turning around, my eyes were greeted with the angelic smile of Fiona. I gasped in delight as she lovingly placed her finger upon my lips to silence me. 

"Ssshh." She softly replied. "They'll be here for quite some time." She added. 

I wanted to jump into Fiona's arms right there. Her hand slipped into mine, motioning me to leave the sauna with her. I somewhat resisted, glancing over my shoulder as we departed. The last thing I saw was one of the girls on her knees, arching her back as Cindi awoke from her trance, grasping the wide healthy cheeks of her ass. It was as if the girl was offering her flesh as a sacrifice to her one and only God. 

The cumbersome doors silently closed as Fiona could now speak freely. I looked down to see her dressed in a charming, cream colored feminine gown that hung to her ankles. I happily embraced her as she too was glad to see me.

"Oh, Fiona. What happened to you the other night?" I asked, relishing in the loving embrace we shared.

Stepping back, Fiona soothed my questions with a fingertip to my chin. She had just done her nails too, now glowing in a fiery vermilion hue.

"I had to leave, sweetheart." She replied. "That was just the way Mother wanted."

"Mother?" I asked.

"The lady with the buzz cut, honey. She is our Mother here. She owns this borough." Fiona explained.

"But..." I tried to ask.

"Sssh. I'll explain it all shortly, sweetheart. Now we have to feed you, and get you out on the rocks." She said.

I nodded in agreement, and followed her lead out of the bathing area.

I was guided to a different part of the compound after Fiona dressed me in a more suitable outfit. A short, coal black satin robe that barely covered my hips and busty chest. I felt a bit more relaxed now, yet desperately wanting a bath considering I was still quite grubby from the night before. I abandoned that wish soon after I was brought into what looked like a cafeteria. Soft, melodious music was heard as I strolled into the dining area where dozens of other women were gathered for breakfast. It was astonishing to see... women of all different types dressed in elegant robes and gowns of ancient design. Large artistic murals covered the walls with scenes of women throughout the ages. Enormous tinted windows surrounded the area, allowing all to see the majestic landscape of the desert outside. The warm sun cast a heavenly glow to the room. I gazed about, seeing women of African descent... Asian, Hispanic... so many varied forms of splendor and grace. I then saw a string quartet sitting off to the side, gently performing a classical piece. The room evoked nothing but peaceful and harmonious affection. You could just tell that nothing but love and tenderness dwelled in this domain. Several guests greeted me with warm smiles and gracious welcomes as Fiona took me to the breakfast bar. The server, dressed in an elaborate servant's outfit, handed me a plate with a single piece of wheat toast, and a grapefruit. 

"You're on a strict diet of nothing but healthy foods and nourishment." Explained Fiona. 

I didn't say a word as I graciously thanked the lovely servant as Fiona and I sat down to eat our breakfast. I tried to take in all the lovely elements of this place as I hungrily ate my meager breakfast. Fiona finally began to explain to me what this intoxicating place was... It was a haven that 'Mother' started years ago, building a place where all women were welcome to discover their identities and inner will. Mother had built this with her own money since she was independently wealthy. Apparently, she owned thousands of acres here, and devoted every inch of land to this sacred commune. Women from all across the globe could come here and live without a fee, giving them a chance to discover their true selves through a healthy lifestyle of exercise and diet. Mother had excluded all men since it's conception, focusing on the true beauty of a woman's essence, and the natural calling each woman has to sapphic devotion. I was briefly amused by it's concept, yet was intrigued by how something like this could exist.

After breakfast, Fiona took me back to the room where I stayed the first night. Seeing the room was somewhat of a surprise considering all that had happened to me. 

"First things first. Let's pack up your belongings, and send them back to your Mother." Fiona said. "All of these things represent the old you, and don't have a place here where you belong."

I was shocked, wondering how I would explain this to my Mother. How could I just 'up and leave' like this without a convincing explanation? I could see it now. "Oh yea Mom, I'm at some lesbian camp with a bunch of gorgeous women. Oh, and I'm gay now too." I thought, laughing to myself as I quickly packed my suitcases. It was all somehow making sense though. There was nothing for me back in Chicago. Nothing but pain and heartache... I loved my Mother dearly, yet I hoped she would understand my decision. Fiona promised me that after my reconstruction, I could make contact with my family and friends to let them know I was okay. Quite frankly, I didn't care at this point... I wanted this way of life. I wanted Cindi.

Writing a short note to Mother, I explained that I was 'home' now, and that I didn't need these things anymore. Fiona arranged to have it all shipped out, and soon, I was dressed in primitive rags that scarcely clung to my frame. Fiona also dressed herself in similar attire (looking quite sexy in the two piece ensemble I must add), and took me outside in the blistering heat of the desert landscape.

With no shoes or any protective clothing, Fiona and I walked for what must have been miles to a huge rock quarry. She carried a small carrying case filled with water for our journey as we walked hand in hand to the site. There, we found about five other couples doing what looked to be like manual labor. This must have been what 'Mother' meant as 'getting me on the rocks'. All of the workers were dressed like I was, primitive and bare. They were busy moving and busting massive rocks as their overseers watched their every move. I sighed from the sweltering sun above, knowing I was about to get a good tan as well as a great workout. Fiona set aside her bag, and showed me what to do in my designated area.

Soon, I was busy shattering large sections of rock with a sledgehammer. I never had done manual labor like this before, yet knew that this would quickly shed all of the unessential fat I had. The barren setting of this quarry was so secluded, and very different from anything I had ever seen before. At times, I would glance over to see the other women struggling in their efforts, yet all of them seemed willing to be there. There was no cruelty or harshness from their partners... Hours passed by as I slowly adjusted to my tasks, perspiring heavily as Fiona sat comfortably a few feet away. I occasionally would glance up at her, taking in the full beauty of her commanding body. The thoughts of us making love gave me comfort in my efforts, and as the day lingered on, I felt the sexual urgency growing between us with each thrust of the hammer. I wondered what Cindi was doing while I was out here... what she ended up doing to that scrumptious, voluptuous matron who willingly gave her self to her... 




A Primitive Hope Ch. 02



By about mid afternoon, Fiona ordered me to take a much needed break. Sitting down beside her, I felt my skin burning with a red tan. Fiona praised my work as she doused me with water from her bottle... I could only imagine how I must have looked with my bald head and untamed garb on my sweaty body. Yet I felt good... I felt alive for some odd reason. The workout flexed every muscle in my body, and for the first time in my life, I felt extraordinary. Wiping the deluge of water from my bare brow, I noticed a co-worker sitting a few feet away from me. She too was taking a break, catching my gaze in her direction. She was African, yet her flesh seemed to have a slight hue of Caucasian in it... She returned my warm gaze, charming me with an affectionate smile. I cracked a thin smile as Fiona took notice.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" asked Fiona.

I nodded, chugging a large amount of water. I never imagined myself being attracted to a woman of color, yet the idea was captivating me. My eyes took full notice of her curvaceous figure that was dressed much like I was. Her chestnut hued legs and hips glowed in perspiration, and I was finding myself looking more and more at this divine, shapely creature. Her body was much like mine, curvy and molded nicely. She had the most irresistible set of thick legs and hips I had ever seen... 

"Let me introduce you two." Said Fiona as she took my hand, and walked me over to where the woman sat.

"These two seem to like each other." Fiona said to the dark woman's instructor. 

I stood there, spellbound by our meeting as I whispered a friendly hello to this enticing woman. She stood, and took my hand in hers as we began a long, alluring gaze into one anothers eyes. I could tell she too was mesmerized by this encounter. 

"I couldn't help but notice you over there." She spoke in a soft, compassionate tone I found so invigorating.

Fiona and the African's Instructor held a quiet conversation between themselves, not being able to hear what they were saying because my senses were flooded by this African's magnificence. She crept forward, now taking both of my hands in hers as I closed my eyes in utter ecstasy. I couldn't believe I was about to make it with a complete stranger. Usually, I would want to know them, or do the typical 'song and dance' before initiating any kind of romantic flair... Feeling the nearness of her sent my head spinning as I felt my rags being whisked off. Looking up, I saw Fiona behind me stripping me for this erotic coupling. God, I was about to kiss this woman... Never would I have imagined me making it with a black woman, let alone being so powerfully overcome with such wanton desire. 

"Oh my..." whispered Fiona as my body was now fully nude. "Look at those breasts... so full." She said as the black woman cupped my teeming breasts in each gentle hand. 

I looked down to see her ebony fingers curl around each bosom, dancing upon my skin as if they were in a royal ballet of sapphic adoration. My senses levitated in the thoughts of this woman making love to me, and the scorching heat of the desert sun.

"Kiss her." I heard Fiona utter.

I briefly saw a set of full lips approach me as I was smothered whole... I let out a momentary, helpless moan of rapture as I accepted this African's demand for a loving kiss. Those pouty wet lips smothered mine, suckling me as if I were an essential feast. My tongue rolled up to taste her lips, savoring the taste of her spicy saliva.

"Oh God, you two are so hot." Fiona gasped as she reached around and ripped off the African's rags. 

Our large breasts now pressed together as both of us moaned with unbridled lust. It was refreshing to feel a womanly body pressed to mine... full of curves and contours that evoked a purity never before known. Before today, I had only made love to a woman of muscle and strength... now I was about to experience a woman in all her glory and sumptuousness.

I felt her fingertips dance across my bald head, tapping my flesh gently as she held my head still... she wanted to make sure I didn't budge an inch. My arms soon wrapped around her waist, locking us both in for a powerful kiss that broke all barriers of humanity. Her fleshy tongue swam in my mouth, briskly tasting my teeth and inner cheeks... I had never been kissed in such a depraved manner, and I was loving it. My palms instinctively found the round, plentiful globes of her ass. I lost my footing in sheer delight, having felt such gracious flesh... she held me firm in her arms, still tasting my surrendering flesh... My tongue was inhaled into her mouth, suckling it as if it were a nipple, or some nourishing appendage. My mouth fully agape, I let myself descend into our kiss and cupped her ass in a sign of zestful hope.

"She loves ass." I heard Fiona whisper.

She was right. I did indeed. 

"She's going to love hers." I heard the other Instructor quietly comment.

My hands pulled apart the African's globes... pulling at tugging at them as if I were holding on for dear life. They felt so incredibly glossy and soft in my palms. I had to have her... had to taste this woman's most forbidden orifice that demanded my tongue deep inside. My partner's hunger grew as she now ravaged my neck with a violent hunger. I pulled her to me, now falling back against a rock... we both could feel that this union was now unquestionable. The other workers soon halted their progress, and were ordered to join in our affectionate ceremony. I felt a flurry of fingers and hands caress my flesh as I tried to remain latched to my African Princess. My arms were stretched out as swift, hungry kisses soon blessed both of our bodies. I opened my eyes to see at least six other women hovering above us, now entangled in a web of passion and lust. I simply couldn't tell how many other lovers were now with us... it was too much to take in.

A lovely image of a Hispanic woman soon came into view as she kissed me deeply. All I could hear now were a series of slurps and moans amidst the endless array of legs and thighs around me. My kiss was abruptly ended when a set of wide, tanned ass cheeks settled over my face-- who they belonged to didn't matter. I had to have ass, and now. My lips were fully consumed by the warmth of a delicious vagina... My mouth opened as far as it could possibly go as I drank in this feast of feminine delight. I slipped my arms out from under a body to wrap around the waist of this woman, locking her in for my nourishment that was so necessary to survive. So much activity was on all sides of me... I was lost...

I tried to focus my efforts on my partner's ass now, taking prolonged, wiping strokes of my tongue along the crack of the ass... Ripples of pleasure washed across the spherical cheeks as my tongue found it's dark, tangy treasure... I lifted my head with all of my might to bury my face in the flesh, squashing the cheeks to my face with urgency... I felt my feet being swallowed into some mouths... My thighs undergoing a bustle of kisses and kind-hearted caresses... How I wish I could have seen what this orgy must have looked life from a distance. The aroma of perspiration and sex filled my nostrils... there was simply too much.

My frame was then motioned over as someone straddled my back. A demanding set of teeth clamped themselves upon my neck, causing me to yelp in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I tried to left my arms to touch my lover, but my wrists were quickly brought to the ground. All I could tell was that someone was thrusting their groin against my back and ass... a muscular, sweaty arm soon rolled around my neck, locking me into the fold of their arm as a divine spectacle was soon brought into view... two of the most delicious cheeks were displayed before me... wide, full, and ready to be swallowed by my famished mouth. It was my African's ample ass that lay exposed to me now, and my involuntary nature soon brought my face against it's magnificent, full texture. Eyes sealed shut, my mouth parted as I lazily kissed her left cheek. Saliva drooled out of my mouth upon the flesh as long, tedious kisses coated the cheek. The wonderful feeling of ass pressing my face arrested my thoughts... it was a sensation that I was growing used to. Wild, primitive and lustful acts of frivolous desire turned me into nothing more than a animal. There was no thought given to consequence or outcome... I was now a bloodthirsty beast wanting to mate.

The lips still bound to my raw neck, I could hear growing moans of anticipation just inches away. It was Fiona mounted upon me.... I could never forget that tone in her voice. How could I have? All that mattered was this plump, delicious ass in front of me-- begging for it to be devoured whole. My lips pulled at a mouthful of ass flesh, just as I would a beautiful breast... Just as I was beginning to relish the taste, I felt Fiona fumbling with something behind me. She soon eased back down upon me as I felt a thick, protruding bulge press against my ass. 

"We'll see how much you love ass now, woman." She hissed into my ear. 

I tried to move about, yet felt my frame locked securely to the rugged ground. Her strong hands gripped my hips, spreading my globes apart as I felt a slippery nub glide between the cleavage of my conquered ass. My mouth broke it's seal from the African's flesh, amazed by what I was feeling for the first time. I soon realized that Fiona must have put on a strap-on... Knowing there was no possible way I could resist her demand, I relaxed my backside... I had never had anal intercourse with anyone before today, not even with my ex since he deemed it an 'unnatural' act between people. Yet I had always been deeply intrigued by it for some reason... it seemed natural... beautiful. And as Fiona motioned her plastic cock forward, all those thoughts quickly vanished as I accepted her passionate intrusion. 

Her powerful arm came about once more, clutching my neck as her mouth huffed against my ear. God, this was amazing... the plastic cock filled my rectum as I groaned in slight discomfort. Her movements were slow, knowing that my muscles had to adjust to such a large shaft being slid inside. 

"You feel that, huh sweetie?" Fiona whispered.

"God yes... oh God yes." I replied, trying to suckle the mahogany flesh before me.

Fiona's tongue filled my ear, circling about several times. I loved hearing her ravenous breath mixed between the wet, soggy saliva. I never understood why women would ever use such sexual devices-- thinking it was silly for them to rely on something that resembled a man. Yet at this moment, I cast aside all thoughts of a man, for this was something they would (and could never) comprehend. The bewildering stimulation of my rectum being filled took my breath away... each inch of that cock sluggishly made it's way forward. My open mouthed gasps grew as did Fiona's efforts... I could feel the hope in Fiona's efforts. I knew she wanted this just as much as I did. I had to tell her...

"Take me." I huffed.

"Oh I will... I will." She replied, catching her breath.

More of the thickness slithered inside me. I gulped in shock, feeling the thickness demand my unconditional acceptance with each gentle prod. Fiona was taking my anal virginity away from me... defiling the remnants of whatever innocence I had left in the wake of her powerful, yet loving manner. I tried to imagine what our bodies must have looked like together during our 'mating' ceremony... envisioning her brawny build matched against my supple, motherly body. The contrast between us made me delirious with wantonness. This clearly was another affirmation that my life had to reside here... where I belong.

I couldn't tell how long Fiona's synthetic cock was, but every delicious inch of it was whole-heartedly welcomed inside my willing ass. I could feel the thickness ease my opening apart in it's tender mercies. Sensing my full relaxation, Fiona brought her weight down upon me as I groaned in a long, encouraging moan of delight. Her sweaty groin now pressed against my cheeks as she withdrew from me... another slow, tender lunge came again with a passionate kiss upon my neck. 

"You're fucking me, Fiona... you're fucking me." I gasped.

"Fucking this ass." She replied with a hungry grunt. 

"Oh my ass... Yes... God, my ass." I responded, short of breath.

My head collapsed, falling upon the African's fleshy cheeks. Trying to aim some of my raging passion elsewhere, I buried my face between the mounds. I could hear my efforts to breath smothered in flesh as Fiona cautiously continued her anal ritual. My hands were set free, now clutching the browned heap of flesh before me. This was simply too much to take at once... the harmonious culmination of all the senses being seized at once catapulted me into a new dimension of pleasure. My tongue pressing against my African lover's asshole; tasting a feast so gratifying-- feeling the bulky girth of Fiona's extension... I momentarily passed out from the vivid ecstasy. 

Darkness surrounded me. No sounds could be heard. I then awoke to feel a pair of strong hands gripping my shoulders. Fiona had found her rhythm in her thrusting, yet there was no ass below me anymore. Briefly confused, Fiona lifted my body up by my hips, setting me on my knees as my asshole now fully accepted her cock. I could hear the marvelous sounds of her plastic length plopping in and out of my ass... The wet gurgle of her thrusting caused me to cry out in shock. I glanced back to see her, now fully nude in all her glory. Those large, weighty breasts gently swaying with each plunge... ripe, muscular arms that held my hips in place... Her eyes quickly looked my way before gawking at my wide hips and ass now bowed high in the air. She kept watching my ass cushioning each blow she hurled upon me... Large, billowing waves of energy and love flogging against my ass... My mind permanently ingrained the look on her face... astonishment... wondrous delight... fascination... passion.

Fiona looked back at me, as if to ask; "How can I be doing this? How could I have ever found such beauty?"

"I have ass... I... have ass." Fiona breathlessly declared, cringing her brow in feeble vanity. 

She looked so helpless... I responded by shoving my body back against her... our sweaty flesh now slapped together in unison. Her burly hands rested upon my quivering cheeks, clutching my fleshy skin in urgency with each lunge. The sounds of our bodies smacking together sent both of us over the edge... her thick cock diving into the deepest regions of my bowels... She hurled herself against me time after time, trying to get even deeper than before. The slurping sounds of each thrust matched with the echo of our bodies knocking together was so much to take in... Words just cannot grasp what celestial joy was upon both of our ravaged minds. It felt as if she had that plastic cock lodged all through my stomach and intestines now... she was so deep... and I wanted her to go further. Deeper... more.

Our mating ritual matured well into the hours of dusk as all of us came together in complete devotion. I cannot even begin to count the number of orgasms I experienced with Fiona, and the rest of our willing lovers. When the last rays of sun crept below the horizon, we built a huge bonfire to keep us warm for the night. With no blankets or protection, all of us slept together using our bodies for needed warmth. Yet in all honesty, I don't think any of us slept a wink that night. There was simply too much to explore... too many different bodies to discover and feel. Fiona soon found herself coupled with a slender, olive skinned vixen... My African Princess and I resumed our pairing as I got to wear a strap-on for the first time. The extraordinary feeling of power and grace a woman feels wearing one of those is simply breathtaking in it's view. Not long after that, I was falling under the spell of an Asian brunette who also shared my fetish for analingus... so many various races of women... a vast assortment of curves and contours to be fondled; all uniting together in complete sapphic unison. It is a language known to all walks of feminine existence. One truth... one understanding.

At dawn the next day, all of us awoke to carry on our work. All of us now shared a common bond, not wanting to fail our instructors. There were no egos, no selfishness amongst us... simply one goal; that of ultimate pleasure. With that in mind, our bodies were purified through exhaustive, backbreaking labor. Massive rocks were broken and carried to the nearby quarry. I really couldn't believe how far I was coming along in this incredible journey... Before I was a miserable, worn out person with nothing to live for. Now, I was a woman with purpose and ambition. I wanted to be strong and healthy... fit to be worthy enough for Cindi... 

At mid afternoon, Fiona ceased all work. We were instructed to follow her to a different location in the region... Without question, all of us followed her and the other instructor through the hot, barren desert. We must have walked for hours through that unbearable heat. Our bodies were baking in the scorching rays of the sun as the excursion made it's way to our final destination. 

Finally, we reached a beautiful shaded area full of thick trees and vegetation. It rested at the foothills of the mountains where a large stream flowed through the cultivated area. Exotic, colorful flowers decorated the scene; a striking contrast compared to the barren wasteland behind us. All of us were overjoyed at first sight... Fiona announced that all of us had earned the right to relax, and begin the next phase of our reconstruction... I was delighted to say the least. 

Several small cabins were tucked away in the thick forest for us. An enormous, awe inspiring lagoon captured our sight as towering falls kept it full. This was indeed paradise... After our arrival, we all were ordered to choose our cabins, and begin settling in. Fiona then told us that we had to fend for ourselves here... grow our own food, and tend to each other's needs in the most primitive manner known. There was no electricity, no phones... no computers or faxes... Nothing but nature, and twenty scantily clad women to make use of it all. Showing us where all the essentials were located, Fiona and the other instructor bid us farewell, and said they would be back in a few months to check on our progress. I somewhat opposed their departure, but realized it was part of the process that had to happen.

Most of us soon arranged the commune to our liking. We discovered a shack on the outskirts that had a wealth of fitness equipment. Weights, leg irons, running mills, everything you could imagine for total bodybuilding. Every other day, all of us gathered in my cabin to shave our heads and eye brows just as Fiona ordered. I was soon ordained as the official shaver, and found it to be a arousing, and refreshing experience. My skull now retained a deep, dark tan as did the rest of my body. I began devoting four hours of the day to working out with my African lover. Remembering the exhaustive workouts from my youth, she and I were developing our own muscular physiques... Nothing like the sheer power of Cindi or Fiona, but well defined muscles that complimented our buxom flesh... we just shed all the fat that our bodies didn't need. One of our fellow residents, the Mexican siren, really took a liking to the art and skill of bodybuilding. She made every attempt to construct her body into a towering shrine of power and muscle.

Most of us ended up sharing cabins together, as did I with my African lover. Since we could not refer to each other by our previous names, I simply called her 'Princess', as she referred to me as 'woman'. Both of us made our cabin a home together... we shared everything as one... our bed, our food, and each other. We would spend numerous late nights making boundless love to one another, exploring every possible way in which two women could truly make love. We soon confessed our affection for another, yet knew that once this phase was over, we would probably be separated. We agreed that for now, we would be one... Yet in the back of my mind, I often dreamt of Cindi, and what she was doing all this time.




A Primitive Hope Ch. 02



After a few weeks, we soon had our gardens fertile with vegetables and various fruits. We all shared dinner together every night as sometimes the meals ended up being each other... One evening in particular, 'Princess' was turned into our main feast as we fashioned a plentiful meal around her magnificent body. The initial harvest from our vegetable patch garnished her supple ebony flesh; celery stalks, lettuce, radishes, tomatoes and carrots were placed all over her delicious golden body. The Mexican prepared a nice warm creamy bouillon as we poured it over her back and thighs, coating that voluptuous body we all so adored. It was a scrumptious banquet that captivated everyone of us...

Imagining what nineteen pairs of hands and fingers must have looked like on 'Princess' still takes my breath away. There was no curve left untouched, no mound left fully suckled... Mouths completely agape waited in turn to taste every orifice she had... I know that she had every hole on her body crammed with tongues... both ears, her mouth... ass... vagina... whatever cleft was occupied left an ample opening to devour an ample thigh... or perhaps her quivering abdomen... a shoulder... her neck. I lifted myself from the immense orgy to take a ripe tomato, squeezing the juices from it as it trickled across her plentiful breasts. Like a pack of wild dogs, a horde of mouths quickly consumed the supple breasts with the savory flavor... 'Princess' looked up at me between the infinite amount of kisses with an expression I'll never forget... as if to say; "I'm home... where I belong." Beauty had claimed it's hold on her... The veracity that had been safeguarded in her heart since birth had now validated the ecstasy of sapphic grandeur.

It was as if every soul involved in this heated orgy synchronized to one need; one hope. To consummate their eternal wish of belonging. Kneeling beside Princess, my eyes beheld a endless sea of moistened curves and prying fingers. The intoxicating aroma of female fornication captivated me. Slipping away from the intricate array of bodies, I had to watch what was happening... had to see first hand the endless spectacles of pure love. I crawled to where my Asian lover was tasting the fair skinned Matron... seeing her face nestled between her legs sent shudders through my already weakened flesh... You can tell when a woman is truly into pleasing her lover... eyes closed-- each movement carefully thought out and executed with such loving finesse... Inspiration hit me as I lowered my mouth to the Asian's ear... I wanted to encourage her with every word of hope I could muster.

"Look at you tasting her womb. Oh God... so beautiful. So pure." I silently uttered.

My words must have went straight to heart because the Asian suddenly came alive in her efforts. Her head rolled from side to side, growling in appetite as her face burrowed further into her lover's domain. Her fair skinned lover locked up; as if she was abruptly plugged in to a wall socket. Her eyes bulged out from her head-- gazing upward into the Heavens in complete amazement. Her fingers splayed, swishing through mid air as they violently came to rest upon the Asian's bald crown. 

"You're doing it, love." I continued with affection. "Don't you dare let her go... hold her." 

The Asian's lovely face was drenched in her lover's reservoir of sustenance. Whatever she was doing, it must have been perfect because now delirious waves of orgasm arrested her lover's body-- gyrating in urgent lunges that almost threw the Asian off... Steadfast in her pursuit, she locked her mouth closer to ensure the orgasm took root... I watched in silence as the two shared a mind blowing orgasm together. This was simply divine to watch. 

Across the flat stomach, a pair of curious eyes caught my stare... it was the lovely Brazilian woman who watched with just as much curiosity as I did. Her eyes roamed the primitive display of cunilingus, only to see me staring directly at her. Her face had such a languid air to it... we laid there, listening to the bellowing wails of climax echo as our gaze joined simultaneously. I reached for her, caressing her picturesque face in tender affection. I could tell she too was lost in the moment...

An assertive hand clutched the shoulder of the Brazilian beauty, pulling her back into the heap of feminine flesh behind her... She looked at me like a helpless child being pulled away, yet a loving kiss upon her mouth quickly seduced her into the realm of absolution. I whimpered in awe of this moment... it was too much to take in. 

I stood from the heap of bodies entwined, sauntering over to where the kettle of broth was kept warm by the fire. Taking it from the crude stove, I carried it to the bacchanal; lazily pouring the broth over the stewing bodies. Watching the flood of stew cascade over the flesh made me delirious with envy... where a mouth was tasting flesh, I poured generous amounts of the tasty stew. Where a bald head was, I graciously drenched it's smooth spherical orb-- watching the milky broth gradually coat their faces and limbs. My endeavor was met with complete satisfaction. Moans and cries of rapture endorsed my inundation. I heard several 'Oh fuck yeas' and 'Oh Gods' murmur throughout the poignant deluge.

I sat the kettle down, taking in the full vista of the orgy... through the curves, two heads locked in a kiss ascended, then fell. A brawny arm wrapped around a dainty waist; a voluptuous ass cheek carefully suckled... unintelligible cries of passion muffled by demanding mouths. The flaming torches that lit the scene cast a warm glow to the endless amount of sex that was taking place before me... Never before had I witnessed such a display... Never.

The days eased into weeks, and weeks evolved into months... Since we were in the southwest of the country, there was few nights when the temperature dropped below 40 degrees. We were blessed by wonderful weather, and a good climate for our every need. We had no official way to track what the exact date was, but the lovely Indian woman who was with us guessed we had been here for over six months. Luckily, her affluent heritage helped us all see nature in a different light. Since we had no mirrors or measuring devices, 'Princess' and I had no way to tell how much weight we had lost, or how much muscle tone we had procured. Yet we both noticed significant transformations in both of our bodies... 'Princess' remarked that I retained my healthy, busty figure though... a trait she lovingly adored almost every night. Our Mexican lover however became a wondrous sight for all of us to admire... gone were her petite breasts, and thick thighs... instead, her muscles now held a lavish tone to them. She was growing...

On the eve of the seventh full moon, a special ceremony was held in the encampment. Our olive skinned lover and the Mexican had fallen madly in love with one another, and requested that they be united together in matrimony. Converging in my cabin after dinner one evening, all of us discussed who would play what role in the rare and resplendent ceremony. I was voted to preside over the marriage, and I gladly accepted their confirmation. I then suggested that we hold a marriage in the theme of nature... calling upon our Indian lover to recite the ancient expressions used by her ancestors for female to female marriage. It was to be a glorious event indeed.

All of us had labored hard to decorate the area beside the lagoon. We had decided that that would be the most invigorating setting for this union to take place. Exotic flowers were pulled from the gardens, and several torches were set to illuminate the fabricated alter. And as dusk set in, the torches were lit as the two angelic brides made their way to the alter... They both were adorned with clusters of flowers and vines that hung from their shapely bodies; almost looking like characters from an ancient mythological movie. The two brides wore artistic, patterned crowns of flowers upon their bald heads... they simply looked radiant. You could tell these two were so enthralled with one another. Telling glimpses of affection were shared as I began reciting the agreed verses of sapphic union. As I spoke, our Indian lover came to my side as she bound the two brides wrists together with a crude vine; signifying their total oneness. Tears of utter joy rolled down the Mexican Bride's blushing cheek as all of us melted in envy. I too was deeply moved by the sight, wondering if I would ever see a day where I too would be that blushing bride. Images filled my mind of Cindi whispering those sacred vows to me... Her hands in mine, gazing into one anothers eyes as we unite in complete harmony... I wondered where my true love was... was she thinking of me as I was her? 

"Do you take this woman as your faithful bride? To promise her that from this day forth, every thought and deed will be performed as one? To be by her side in every moment of joy and pain?" I asked the Mexican Bride. 

With a tearful whisper, she replied; "I will."

I then asked the gorgeous young olive skinned bride. She passionately agreed as the Indian Lover proceeded to lift the crowns from their heads, and circle them in a spiritual act of unity. The two crept forward as they shared their first kiss as woman and wife... Their slow, gentle kiss melted us all. It was breathtaking in it's conception... Two women marrying one another seemed so perfect... so exquisite. 

"I now proclaim you both as woman and wife from this day forth." I said to my fellow lovers.

They broke their kiss as we all clapped in happiness. Smiles graced each bride's lovely face as all of us showered them with fresh rose petals. The Indian then guided the newlyweds to the lagoon, where they slowly stepped into the warm waters... their Bridal garments shed, both of them were immersed into the pool as the Indian proclaimed their union to the Mystical Goddesses of love. Passion poured out from their every move... all they could do was hold one another as the Indian poured handfuls of water over their heads. A meaningful kiss ensued as the Indian took her leave... we realized that they were to be alone now to consummate their eternal wedding. And as all of us made our way back to our cabins, I glanced back to catch one more glimpse of the newly wedded couple. All I could make out were two glistening bodies coming together under the bright full moon. It was a beauty so pure...

That night, Princess and I made emotional, fervent love to one another. We both were somehow electrified by what had just taken place, and that energy found it's way into our loving berth. Several times throughout the night, 'Princess' would whisper those same themes of matrimony into my ear...

"Make me your bride... Fuck the woman you're going to marry." She said time after time.

I was deeply moved hearing those words, yet somehow I kept hearing Cindi's voice saying that instead. I surrendered to her expressions, letting her ravage me with a newly found hunger... tongues disappeared into every orifice-- arms were nuzzled... each healthy breast lovingly cupped... 

Early one sunny spring morning, as I was tending to our garden, something caused me to look off toward the distance. It was as if I heard a silent voice telling me to do so... There, beyond the grove stood a muscular individual holding a staff. It was Fiona. It was just like a scene out of some romantic movie... I dropped my basket of vegetables in awe... so happy to finally see the woman who was so instrumental in my rebirth. I stood, weak in the knees as she approached. 

"Fiona?" I quietly uttered below my breath.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I dashed to her... I was bursting in complete joy as she saw me coming her way. My arms flung open as we met in a powerful embrace. Squealing in delight, she swept me from the ground, twirling me in her sturdy arms as a kiss quickly followed. A rapid series of kisses covered her smiling face as we both glowed in the heartwarming joy of our affectionate reunion.

"Oh my God, Fiona... I've missed you so much." I expressed with another flurry of kisses.

"I've missed you too, love." She replied, swallowing my lips.

She set me down as a more involved kiss took place. Feeling her powerful hands clutch my refined body felt so wonderful... so pure. She stepped back briefly to take notice of my enchanting appearance.

"God, you look so... so beautiful." She said as her eyes roamed my entire body. 

"You like?" I giddishly replied, turning around for her to show off my fresh, sculpted body.

"God, it's amazing. I can't believe it." She answered.

I wasn't nearly the size or girth of Fiona, yet my beige body had been chiseled into a healthy form. I still retained my busty figure, yet all the fat had been shed. I really felt proud of what I had accomplished, and she could tell. My hourglass figure was flawlessly trimmed with angled muscles. My arms and legs were now carved into potent limbs of vigor. My once chubby stomach now had a slight 'six-pack' look to them... Still dressed in the same tattered rags, Fiona now beheld a purified body of strength and glory.

She lunged at me, kissing me yet again as I felt her urgency. We smiled as we then strolled to the camp; hand in hand. 

When we arrived, everyone seemed as happy as I was to see Fiona. Several embraces and kisses welcomed her back as we all proudly displayed our 'new' bodies. Some were muscular, some still had their original shape; yet we were all healthy and pure. Fiona was taken by what she saw, and gladly spoke of her approval.

That evening, we prepared a glorious feast for our dearly departed Instructor. All of us excitedly prepared the dinner with gusto-- dying to make her happy in every way possible. After the feast, she instructed each and every one of us to step up on a wooden platform so she could measure and take note of our progress. We were shed of our rags, and displayed in primitive fashion. Four flaming torches lit the area as we were ordered not to speak at all during our loving inspection. It felt like we were nothing more than pieces of meat, yet we took delight in being showed off like this. When it came to me, I was guided to the platform and shed of my rags. Fiona ordered me to look straight ahead with no expression, and I did so willingly. She sauntered around the structure, inspecting me with precise intrigue. Her hands clutched my legs, squeezing them.

"Good." She replied. "These legs are smooth and vigorous."

She then examined my back, running her fingertip along my spine. 

"Strong... very strong." She said approvingly.

Both hands then eased down my sides, along my waist and hips. "Still shaped like a woman... pure."

I wanted to smile.

Her powerful palms then spread my cheeks apart, surveying my toned ass. 

"Uhmm... so ripe. Very good." Commented Fiona.

It felt peculiar to be inspected like a beast, or some animal up for auction; yet I held firm my commitment to her, and this new way of life. I melted right there... I was so happy. 

Her fingertips then wandered across my shoulders and arms. I could hear her growing breathing as the inspection obviously was getting to her. I knew she too was fighting off the powerful urges that demanded immediate consummation. She grasped my neck in her palm, forcing my head to the side. Her fingers flattened across my bald skull, closely looking over the smooth, tan texture of it. 

"Very good." She voiced in a soothing tone.

I then saw Fiona motion someone off to the side as a black cloth was quickly brought over my head. I flinched in dismay as I felt harsh, cold chains being wrapped around my ankles and wrists. This was quite unexpected, yet I kept my silence. I had to.

From there, I was somehow carried off the platform and placed inside some type of enclosure. Since I was blind, I had no idea where I was or what was going to happen to me. Hours passed as I remained isolated and alone, somewhere in the confines of the darkness that overwhelmed me. What the Hell was happening? 

I fell to sleep that night, bound in cumbersome chains and weights. I could tell I was on straw (or hay) since it's grating fiber left itchy sensations all over me. The next thing I recall hearing were several horses being ordered to move. I must have been in some horse drawn carriage. All I could hear was the team of horses struggling forward. Then came the heat of the sun beating down on me... there was nothing I could do except lay there and think. Somewhere in the stifling heat and uncomfortable pain, I passed out.

"My God, where is this journey taking me?" I thought to myself before dwindling away to unconsciousness. 

To Be Continued...



A Primitive Hope Ch. 03



Author's Note: It is strongly recommended that you read Chapters I and II to completely understand the magnitude of Kristen's inward journey. Her journey continues as she has been taken to an undisclosed location, bound in heavy chains and blindfolded in a rugged crate. The purpose of this story is simple... a woman is stripped of her worldly existence and made to build herself back up in a more purified state of substance. 

It must have been hours before I woke to find myself lying in a plush king size bed. The velvet comforter and pillows bore bright white warmth as the early morning sun lovingly cast its rays inside a huge marble bedroom. Looking up, I saw countless tall windows that overlooked the vast picturesque desert of the Nevada desert. In the distance, I could see the minute specks of sin city. It seemed so far away... just as my life that I had forsaken over a year ago. 

Sitting up, I found myself fully nude and obviously bathed. I wasn't afraid, especially after inhaling the sweet aroma of the herbal oils used to rubdown my body. I tried to figure out where I was exactly as this room was new to me. The last thing I remembered was being auctioned off and Fiona angrily pulling that black hood over my head. God, I felt like a savage... or maybe what a slave felt like years before my time. The act of erotic supremacy, treated like an animal was something I came to relish. I had come so far in this all-female society, and to live day to day as my ancestors did made me a better woman. Working for the things most women take for granted, such as food or electricity had made left me completely changed. I was pure... whole. The barren, overweight divorcée I left behind in Chicago last year was dead. 

I crawled from the plush bed, stretching in the luxuriating sensation of a sweet mattress and silky sheets to sleep between. Compared to the savage conditions I was living in, this was an awesome change. The bedroom was huge... the walls and flooring, a milky white elegant marble. No decorations, no furniture, nothing except a magnificent golden mirror standing over ten feet high. I realized that it had been over a year since I was able to actually see what my body had evolved into. No mirrors or anything reflective was allowed, except for the occasional momentary reflection I was able to see bathing in the spring. Jumping out of the bed like a giddy teenager on prom night, I rushed over to see completely altered woman in the mirror's reflection. My flesh now glowed with a deep bronzed tan. I caught my breath upon seeing my bald head, now sporting a dark mahogany hue. Oh my God... I was thoroughly changed. Gone were the chubby folds of my once plump stomach... my once heavy motherly breasts were considerably smaller, yet still retained their genetically plentiful size... my cottage cheese thighs and big wide ass were smoothed out by exercise and a healthy diet. I ran my appreciative palms over my breasts, appreciating my now modest and tone waist size. With the bright sunlight illuminating my body from the side, I was thrilled... absolutely delighted by the prominent, tantalizing results I had struggled so hard for. I wasn't a ripped bodybuilder like Fiona or Cindi, but I certainly had molded my body into something far more deserving than before. And I unequivocally adored how my small stomach and waist flared out into a set of wide, ample hips. I had kept my hourglass figure, and I quietly thanked God for keeping my inherited form. I somehow knew Cindi would appreciate every curve I had sculpted especially for her...

Running my callused hands across my skull, I felt a myriad of rugged bristles of hair on my tan skull. It hit me that it had been a few days since Fiona had confined me, and was in need of a good shave. I had come to embrace my bald features, having been completely hairless for well over a year now. I had come to love the daily ritual of my head being doused with warm water, and seductively cleansed of hair. It had become the central core of my new life, and honestly, I was sickened by the meager burr I now had. It reminded me of a life I had willingly abandoned so long ago. My life of self-indulgent gluttony and egotism-- dependent on someone else for my ultimate survival. I was free from that thankless life. Stripped of everything the world had taught me to depend on. Having been forced to fend for myself, I grew my own food and created a barbaric, yet cozy home for my lover and I. It was honestly the best thing that ever could have happened to me. Although most would say I took a thousand-year step back in terms of the evolutionary chain, the experience cemented my will to be the best woman I could be for Cindi. Now, I did not need a person to complete me. But in being away from Cindi for so long, I truly found myself missing her terribly. I now could see the brilliant purpose 'Mother' had in mind for me all along. 

I must have gotten lost as I stared at my new body because I didn't hear the young woman enter the vast marble berth.

"Madam?" asked a coy young girl, maybe all of 19 years old.

Turning around, I saw this charming young woman politely at the doorway. Her hands pressed together much as any refined handmaiden would. Her head was bowed in servitude, and dressed in a Grey chiton, much like ancient Greek women wore from long ago. Her smooth shoulders were bare, tinged with an olive hue to her flesh. Her long vermilion colored hair cascaded down her arched back, pushing out a sweet curvy ass that hinted at some thick juicy thighs not far away. Beneath the flimsy material, I clearly saw two promising knolls of buxom breasts... perfect and absolutely ripe. Yet she was statuesque in every supple way a woman could possibly be. Atop her head, she wore an ancient headpiece, adorned with gold and silver ornamentation. Both of her wrists bore two gold bracelets similar to her headband. But most intriguing was her symmetrical body, so perfectly lithe and shapely. 

"My God, you are beautiful." I managed to utter.

Her face lifted, revealing a remarkably attractive young face. My heart leapt, keenly taken by her fawning looks. Her turquoise eyes glowed with the confidence of a thousand women. And her ripe lips... so eager for just the right kiss. The cheekbones', complimenting her eyes and jaw so eloquently... While I loved how my castaways (I had just spent a year with) looked, seeing a young woman in all her glory with flowing hair, subtle makeup and statuesque features left me wanting.

"I've been appointed to you during your transfer." She respectfully said, bowing her head back down in total servitude as she knelt. 

"I am Euterpe... I am bound to you." She politely spoke, bending over to lay her head on the clean marble floor.

"Euterpe?" I thought to myself. Having taken two years of Greek philosophy in college, I knew the meaning of her name quite well. According to myth, Euterpe was a daughter of Zeus, well known as the "giver of pleasure" with her name meaning "delight". I was deeply intrigued, and heavily aroused.

With her hands flat on the floor, and her forehead resting atop them, I was able to see the inviting outline of her limber body as nature had intended. Naturally, my focus centered on the maternal width of her splendid backside. I had thankfully become a true ass girl through and through, and perhaps this could be another woman I could seduce so my tongue could disappear between the glorified cleavage of her ass. Oh my... I had to calm myself down. After all, she had just arrived.

"You say you are bound to me?" I asked.

"Yes, Madam." She replied, still in her respectful pose.

"And what do you mean by 'transfer'?" I asked. 

"You have been anointed the status of "a?ap?µ????". You are favored within the circle. I am here to prepare you for consecrated wedlock." She replied. 

"So I am no longer on the lowest order of a woman here?" I responded.

She faithfully answered, "No, Madam."

Wow. I made it. After a year living like an animal, I had proved my worthiness to Cindi and Mother. When she said I was to be prepared for wedlock, I almost lost it. Now I had proof that I was indeed going to marry Cindi, and become her legitimate wife. I was ecstatic! But I had to make completely sure that Euterpe knew whom I was to be married to. I made her stand, asking her to show me who was to be my bride.

Euterpe took me by the hand, and dressed me in a flimsy white kimono with thin spaghetti straps that barely held the cloth to my body.  The kimono fell just above my feet as she then led me outside into a grand antechamber that was made of pure marble. (Everything in this annex must have been made of marble!)  The ceilings were unbelievably tall, and all illuminated by the glorious sunshine of the late morning through windows garnishing the ceiling. It reminded me of a grand cathedral. I had never seen such wondrous beauty in my entire life. This was certainly something they didn't show me on my first tour last year. But as we made our way through the temple, Euterpe guided me into a small entryway leading into another room, but obviously more private in character. There, in the center, stood a twenty-foot tall marble statue of a huge muscle bound woman dressed in an ancient Greek robe. The statue's right hand was rising high into the sky, holding a sacred chalice as if offering it to the Gods. The robe barely clung to the woman's Herculean frame, draped across her left shoulder leaving the other one bare. My God, her body had the thickest of muscles. She was unequivocally stunning whoever she was... and as I came to stand beneath the statue, I clearly saw the woman's face and head... completely bald. 

It was Cindi.

I caught my breath, taking in the sheer scale of Cindi's colossal sculpture. Euterpe fell to her knees, and began worshipping the stone statue in fondness. I could tell it wasn't because she was forced to either, but rather as an admirer of such feminine power. 

"Kallisto is to be your wife, your eternal spouse." Euterpe softly voiced.

"Kallisto?" I asked, wondering what on earth she meant.

But before I asked her to explain, I saw a golden plaque at the bottom of Cindi's statue. On it, written in the finest calligraphy read "Kallisto, Goddess Of The Most Beautiful."

It was becoming quite clear that this society Cindi had become a part of was based on the ancient civilization of the Greeks. Apparently, women were to take the names of Greek women in assuming their new lives as Goddesses of the highest order. Once they were purged of their past lives; they were to become something greater and more powerful than ever imagined. Outside, women were enslaved to the worldly shackles of money, men, and capitalism. Here, women were to be cherished and exalted as magnificent goddesses of the highest order. I was simply amazed. This was something that was simply to good to be true. As I stood gazing at Cindi's mighty chest and arms, I felt Euterpe's hand slip inside mine.

"This way, Madam." She whispered.

She led me through a smaller passageway that took us to the artisan's workroom. At least ten women, all dressed in hard leather sarongs were busily working on two other sculptures. The workers were all buff and hard working, their well-built bodies turning me on. I loved how they were all sweaty and dirty, just as I was back at our camp. But as we made our way in, I saw a huge square block of granite as tall as Cindi's statue was. Euterpe stopped, gazing up at the crude slab in awe. 

"What is it?" I moronically asked. 

Her bluish eyes lovingly stared into mine, saying "This is to be your statue. The gorgeous fiancée of our matriarch deserves nothing less... Our Queen."

"Me?" I asked, flabbergasted by such an honor. "I'm really not worth all this."

Her hand tightened around mind with assurance.

"Your beauty intoxicates us... This statue will cast an aura of magnificence and grace on us." She voiced, stepping closer to me with the intent of kissing me right there.

I too wanted to make love to this sweet angel. Her devotion to me was simply breathtaking to see. And nothing would suit me more than to have sex with her right here in the middle of this dusty, smutty room. After all, I've made love in more foul places. 

Together, hand in hand, Euterpe and I left the artisans' workshop and made our way back to my chamber. I knew as well as she did, what we were meant to do. Not only would she bathe me, but we would also make love... love of the purest and most eloquent manner known to a woman. But what really made me smile was knowing that a marriage to Cindi was finally in the works, and that I would soon be reunited with my girl after a yearlong absence. Plus, these women were crafting a statue of ME? What had I done to deserve such honor? All I was doing was pursuing the woman I forever knew belonged to me. 

Euterpe led me through a vast channel of softly illuminated corridors and magnificent passageways until we reached an area I immediately recognized... It was where I was brought to when I first arrived. Euterpe explained that this was the assembly where the new inductees were initiated. We passed by a small berth where I saw a fascinating spectacle... a thick brunette woman, not fat or chubby, but quite shapely and very tantalizing to look at. She looked to be in her early 30's, and was absolutely fuckable. Her plump hour glass figure left me curious to know more about this new arrival. Her body held remarkable features I had come to adore in a woman... full, motherly breasts... a sweet taper in her waist, forming a delightful set of wide hips. Her wrists, ankles, and waist were strapped to a huge chrome table with her arms and legs stretched out from her body, much like I was when I first arrived. But she already had short, brown hair... not burred, but slightly "butch" in nature. She just looked like a girl who could seriously beef up with no problem. A vulgar chrome ball filled her mouth, strapped to her head with four leather straps. I couldn't help but stop and gaze at the shocking, yet sensual scene. 

"She arrived last night with Fiona." Explained Euterpe in a soft voice, careful not to disturb the two servants carefully tending to the inductee's short hairdo. "She came from a appalling situation... an abusive partner and unhealthy lifestyle." 

"What will Mother do with her?" I asked.

Turning to gaze at me, Euterpe had thoughtful look in her eye. "Whatever you desire." Euterpe replied.

I immediately thought of her becoming a strapping, beefy bodybuilder with muscles the size of Cindi's, or perhaps bigger. But me? Why was it up to me to decide on what this lovely woman's fate was? 

"Whatever I desire? What?" I asked, dumbfounded by her answer. 

"This woman is to be you and your wife's chambermaid." Euterpe said, standing before me.

Euterpe took me as we strolled into the dimly lit chamber. Instructing me to stand to the side, Euterpe silently spoke with the two other lovely vassals. But as I stood there, all I could do was look at this new woman. I wondered how bad her life must have been... how she heard of this place, and if she would be thrown out to the rocks for conditioning. But somehow I looked beyond her buxom features, somehow knowing she made the best decision of her life. Stepping closer to the brunette at the table, I gazed into her lovely green eyes. We made eye contact before I stopped, perhaps a foot away from her. It was amazing to know she was about to embark on a life-changing journey. I think it was shocking for both of us to see the state of each other in direct contrast... me, bald, fully tone and healthy... and her hair that just begged for a shave. 

"Madam?" Euterpe whispered in my ear.

I turned.

"You may begin by stripping her hair... if you so wish." Euterpe said.

I about died. Me, shave her head?

With a sly grin, Euterpe showed me where the sheers and razors were kept. I was instructed to take the discarded hair and place it in a nearby furnace once I was done, but to make absolutely sure the brunette watched me do it. All the while, my heart thumped like a pounding machine in my chest, flabbergasted that I was about to deprive a woman of her most beloved festoon... the very semblance of womanhood and femininity was a woman's locks. As shocking as it was for me to experience, I knew full well that it was the first and foremost step in stripping one's self of a past identify. While I knew the profound significance of the shaving, this new girl may not. This thrilled me beyond compare... I was to partake in this woman's initiation. It would be me who would peel away the soft, luxurious mane of hair... Euterpe sauntered to the wall where a control panel was to switching on a hydraulic mechanism. The loud engine rumbled to life, lowering the chrome table as it positioned the woman flat so that her head was right below me.  

Handing me the electric sheers, Euterpe grazed my wrist with her appreciative fingers as she took her leave. I stopped her, wanting to know one more thing... 

"Am I allowed to talk to her?" I asked.

"As you see fit, Madam." She replied as she left the room, shutting the door quietly behind her.

Now we were alone, and I was a nervous wreck. Talk about a role reversal! Here it was me who had this done a year prior, and now look at what I was about to do. Standing behind the curvy brunette, I stammered as to what to possibly say. Unable to think of anything, I just lowered my face to hers and planted a soft kiss upon her forehead. Closing my eyes, I felt our hearts connect in some mysterious way... I remembered how thoughtful and loving the girls were when they shaved my head, and this debutante deserved no less. Thinking about that, the words came to me.

"In time, you'll thank me for this." I whispered.

I could hear her sigh as I switched on the clamorous sheers. The buzzing sound was so vile, yet so essential for her to experience... so hypnotizing in a romantically repulsive manner. Looking down, I could see there was not one trace of fear in her eyes. This baffled me since I was expecting hysterical tears and cries of mercy. Her boldness clearly made it known of her willingness to begin the shave. It shocked me to no end. I wanted to stop and just hold her in my arms, but I had to focus on the good this would do for her. The first step in recovery is always the hardest, and as I knew, this one act would be the most abominable. I lovingly placed my free hand upon her soft bare shoulder; taking a deep breath as the unmerciful sheers dug into her soft thick hair. Hearing the grinding of the sheers, I drudged ahead as a thick lump of hair gradually floated to the floor. Despite the steel ball lodged in her mouth, I could tell this was a welcomed act of transformation for her. Sighing heavily, it was as if she couldn't wait for me to take another swipe at her hair.

I was actually glad I had a woman who enjoyed this deed. If this girl had been an emotional mess like I was, I might have chickened out and had someone else strip her head clean. But it wasn't... it was borderline magical. I absolutely loved watching myself peel away the dark hair, leavings lines of pasty white skin in its magnificent wake... inch by luscious inch. Once the sheers had finished it's brutal task, I suddenly had the urge to feel the bristly roundness of her skull... I almost lost myself, feeling my own head become dizzy in indulgence and eroticism. I had done this... I had shed this lovely woman's garland of pride and individuality. 

"Oh my God." I whispered to myself, kneeling down to run my palms across every inch of her freshly shaved skull.

My face floated by the rugged skull, tenderly kissing the skull. I caught myself, realizing my duty had yet to be finished. I forced myself to stand, going to the nearby cabinet for the shaving cream and razor to finish the job. I held my breath, still amazed that I was actually shaving a woman's head clean. 




A Primitive Hope Ch. 03



"Get a grip, Kristen." I told myself, taking a deep breath.

I thought about it, and accepted the notion that any woman coming here had to lose their prideful elements of their former lives in order to become whole. Without the selfishness of egotism and pride (makeup or hairdos), this society of women could really become a force to be reckoned with. And as I lathered the cool shaving gel into my hands, I smiled in the knowledge that what I was doing was vital for this woman's betterment. 

I lathered the white cream about the skull, lovingly working the lather into the naked skin. The experience turned severely erotic, as I loved feeling the skin beneath my fingers... once that was done, I put my hands into a wash basin filled with warm water to rinse my hands. Even the water sounded sexy as I doused my hands, bringing the straight razor to her skull.    

Amazingly enough, I pictured myself in Cindi's role during the entire shave. I was slow and precise... careful and loving with each and every graze. Next were her eyebrows, which gave us the chance to share many fleeting glances of assurance. And finally, when my chore was finished, I stood before the former brunette, and placed my appreciative hand upon the velvety smoothness of her hairless crown... The look on her face was remarkable... she looked as if she had been paralyzed. Deadened to the world and all it's evil. I stooped over and gazed into her lustrous emerald eyes, and saw a hollow, but content expression... shock perhaps, possibly bewilderment. Although she couldn't say anything due to the steel ball stuffed in her mouth, I could see by the look in her eyes that she was glad it happened.

"You've accomplished an extraordinary feat." A familiar voice echoed from behind. 

Turning around, I saw 'Mother' after a yearlong absence. I gasped in utter shock. This was the woman who originally determined my fate by sending me out to the rocks and forcing me to spend an entire year in the camp. When I last saw her, she was outfitted in a piercing white suit with sharp features that hid her middle aged womanly figure... but now, she stood before me in a ravishing slim see-through nightgown that highlighted every ripe curve and each delicious swell of her luscious body. I remembered her elegantly smooth flattop buzz she had, and that glowing tan skin. But what triggered my memory was seeing the huge sapphire that she wore about her neck, and how low it dangled between the captivating valley of her motherly cleavage. That sapphire must have been a 10 or 20-caret diamond... it was remarkably beautiful, just as 'Mother' was. She looked as a woman in her prime, profoundly attractive for a woman (at least) in her early sixties.  

Our eyes made contact as she gracefully drifted to me, extending her arm out to mine as she took my hand in hers. As she did, I fell to one knee in humble respect.

"Mother." I whispered, bowing my head. 

"You have become the woman I knew you would embrace." Said Mother, lovingly stroking my hand. "Rise, my divine child." 

I took in a deep breath, loving how soothing and tender her voice was. As I stood, my face brushed passed her large healthy breasts, getting an eyeful of her soft buxom flesh that begged for a lapping tongue. A fleeting image of my face buried deep between those worthy breasts raced in my mind. When I finally stood, our gaze fell into a wanton search for lust and desire in our hearts. Quite simply, I knew she wanted nothing more than to fuck me as I did her... 

"Oh Mother." I softly voiced. "I almost forgot how beautiful you truly are." 

Her hand buoyed beside my cheek, running the back of her fingers across my jaw and neck. My eyelids fluttered while her touch melted whatever resistance I had left to her lavish advances.

"Yes." She murmured, sweeping her hand across my shoulders and arm. 

I somehow leaned closer to her without thinking. Lowering her head, mother stared at me through her brow, casting one of the most seductive looks I have ever seen from a woman. I loved how she was so much older than I was, and how everyone called her 'mother'. Yet for me, it felt strangely erotic calling her what I was so used to calling my own mother in my previous life. And as she leaned closer to me with her glossy lips and vivid eyes, I imagined her as my own mother on the brink of committing the most delicious sin known. 

"What do you recommend for the beginner?" asked Mother as she stepped away, leaving me without that kiss I craved.   

I took a deep breath and changed gears. Taking my hand in hers, mother and I walked around the freshly shaved woman as both of us inspected her. Mother ordered the two servants to remove the woman from the crude metal table so she could stand before us, but not before being draped in thick heavy chains. 

"We should get her on the vitamins." I suggested. 

"What else?" demanded mother as her hand left mine. She wanted me to acknowledge that I was in complete charge of the moment. I stepped up to the challenge without fear.

"Give me her chart." I shot back.

"No-- Look in her eyes and tell me." Mother quipped.

Standing before the woman, I took her smooth skull in my hands and gazed deep into her eyes. As any woman can tell you, we females know what keeps a woman's heart pure and genuine. When we ache, we sense the other's pain in a silent, yet knowing manner. It's just the way we women are... aware, intelligent, and shrewd when it comes to matters of the heart. And what I saw in the bald woman's eyes clearly said it all...

"She's in pain." I said while looking into her eyes, trying to gauge her soul. "Terrified in a way." 

"Good... what else?" Mother asked in a proud tone. 

"She should be healed before anything else. Maybe a week or two in the bedchamber, then gradually out to the rocks for conditioning." I indicated. "But her health is of top concern. She needs exercise and a good diet."

With that, Mother came up from behind me and placed her graceful hands upon my shoulders. 

"Very good." Mother suggestively whispered in my ear. "But she needs to know where she stands in her New World." 

Of course...

I remembered Mother's speech to me in the oil pit that day so long ago... the lecture that changed my life, and one that I could recite, word for word, for as long as I live.

I sauntered around the overweight woman, gazing at her body. 

"You have been stripped of all privileges normally associated with human beings. But now you are not even that, so you might as well get used to it. You will re-learn everything all over again... You will be taught how to walk, how to defecate, even how to think. In time, you will be the strongest woman here. You came here to learn-- to grow. Here, we will tear apart your mind, body and soul, but you... you will build yourself back up again to be the most perfect being known. You will be given a new name: one that I will decide on at the end of your building period. Until then, you will be known as nothing. A mere blotch of nothingness on the heels of feminine existence. You will not be addressed, nor will you be referred to as anyone with a singular identity. Do you understand?" I asked.

With an eager nod, the woman that I had stripped of hair agreed to the brutal terms of living here in this paradisiacal world. 

But at this point, I decided to try something new... put my own twist on this event. 

"But if anyone does ask you you're name, you will answer "Woman". You will be known as "Woman" and nothing more. In fact, you're exact reply will be "I am Woman, I am no one." I commanded.

Glancing back at mother, I saw her magnificent face offer me a thin smile of self-satisfaction. Seeing this, I ordered the servants to take the gag from the woman's mouth. Stepping to her and putting my mouth to her ear, I asked her the very question... "So now, I will ask... Who are you?"

"I am Woman. I am no one." She aimlessly replied.

Leaning back, I truthfully felt empowered by making this woman do as I said. And for some reason, I felt as if mother for some unknown reason was testing me. Why would she make me decide on some woman's fate I had never met before? And why on earth was all this becoming so powerfully erotic for me to transform a woman before my eyes? Why was seeing a helpless woman draped in shiny steel chains arousing me? Was I becoming a pervert or something?

After 'Woman' was led away by the servants, Mother and I finally stood together... alone and together in the Defoliation chamber (but I called it the 'shave room'). My gaze timidly made its way to hers as I felt that familiar sting of attraction twist my stomach. And the way in which mother stood was breathtaking to see. Turning her back to me, the pure gold sunlight from the lone window high above in the ceiling, cast its rays upon the radiant, shapely body of Mother from behind. The sunlight accentuated every flowing curve she possessed, and made me want her even more.

"You wish to make love to me, yes?" mother inquired. 

"Yes." I seductively replied. 

With that, mother brought her hands up, twisting her wrists about to grasp her flimsy nightgown, dragging it down along her shoulders, yet stopping as she turned back to face me.  Cradling the gown just above her nipples, I basked in seeing the summits of her healthy breasts... deep, dark inviting cleavage that cried out to me. She stood as a Goddess, as if she knew she was the sexiest female alive. And for the moment, she truly was. Her mouth hung open, gazing at me with those unforgettable "fuck me" eyes as she let go of the gown, gliding down over her nourishing breasts. When the gown slipped past her wide hips and thick thighs, I let out an audible moan of dire hope. One word came to mind... "Fertile". I couldn't explain why because she obviously wasn't able to bear children, but it just seemed like the most logical word to describe the statuesque, busty woman before me... fully nude and bare for me.

"Why me?" I asked, taking in the glorious sight of her glowing, mature radiance. 

Stepping towards me, her left hand rested itself upon my face. Her smile radiated total sincerity and truth. "Because I intend you to replace me." 

With that, Mother's lips glided towards mind as I felt her warm breath fall over my face. I almost lost it, but kept it together as we crept closer for our first kiss. 

"You." Mother anxiously uttered, feeling her hands graze my bare shoulders. 

I embraced all my hopes as my head swayed in the euphoria of this moment. I had never kissed a woman of her age... a woman who could be my real mother in terms of age. I felt my pulse rise just thinking about that sinful correlation. But as my mind focused on such an extraordinary sin, her mouth meshed together with mine in the most delightful way a woman can only know. I huffed, absorbing her moistened gesture with as much gusto as I could offer. Her magical lips blessed mine, not forcefully, but ever so gracefully. She then eased her body into my arms, nuzzling in my calming embrace. I welcomed a renewed sense of hunger, adding a layer of necessity to our already ascending climb toward homosexual bliss. I loved how I was kissing an older woman... a woman so fucking sexy and pure. And I honestly could not wait to see what treasures awaited for us in her bed.

Mother's tongue glided out, passing my teeth and swimming inside my famished mouth. My muffled growl of reassurance gave her the excuse to stuff as much of her tongue inside my mouth as possible. I wasn't about to resist. And as she did, my hands began to stroke her shoulders... feeling the texture and softness of her wonderful body. Our necks twisted and turned in hopes for a deeper kiss, tugging at her skin to pull her closer to me... I needed mother... I had to have her.

My lips captured her boiling tongue, pulling it away from her own mouth. I swallowed a mouthful of her saliva, savoring anything I could get of her... now her hands began to explore my own figure, quickly grasping my ass with fervent confidence. Answering that, I took her head in my hands to make her stay so I could inhale that tongue down my throat. As if a huge pyre had been set ablaze, I wanted to take Mother for all she had. I wanted to possess her, control her in every imaginable sense of pure passion. Here I was, a once timid woman who was living a lie... now fully immersed in this older woman's arms... making out like two teenagers in the back of a car... hungry and raw... wild and untamed.

Her sturdy hands clutched the full moons of my ass, nearly lifting me up as her mouth shot down to my bare neck. I yelped feeling Mother's teeth sink into my flesh, hungrily chewing me like a savage. My smile was mixed with amazement and lust, cradling her head in my right hand. 

"Oh, Mother." I seductively whispered. 

Hearing that must have ignited something because she lapped the extent of my neck, licking and savoring every inch. When her mouth enveloped my ear, I lost it. My entire body went limp, yet she held me as any seasoned pro would. She knew how to love a woman... she knew all too well. 

"Gonna fuck you so good." She uttered in a low, guttural manner.

I happily replied "I want you too, Mother."

Her tongue crammed my ear as I winced, imagining her atop me, pounding me like there was no tomorrow. Her mature, yet skillful prose baptizing my body with her devotion and skill. But as soon as I began envisioning her fucking me, she pulled away without warning with my hands in hers. Our misty eyes coupled as she led me back towards a secret door in the corner of the shaving room. We passed through the portal, hand in hand as we slipped into a dimly lit passageway. I heard the heavy marble door seal shut behind us as Mother lunged for another deep, soulful kiss in the passageway. I would have loved to have seen what we looked like together in that dark hallway, her fully nude flesh against mine, sharing a kiss that spoke volumes of truth and desperation. The pops and slurps of our mouths lewdly echoed in the dusky halls... it was so fucking hot.

After our scalding make out, Mother led me down the secret walkway. Although reluctant to let go of me, she had to so we could make our way... but this gave me a splendid view of her shapely, voluptuous figure barely lit up by the candlelit passage. I couldn't take my eyes off that swaying, hypnotic set of bountiful ass cheeks, wiggling and bouncing as she walked. I wondered to myself if she had any idea of my ass fetish I had developed in the year since I came here. She was going to find out.

After a long torturing walk, we finally reached what looked to be a dead end. Mother's hand carefully pressed a hidden button way up on the wall, starting up a mechanism to move the thick marble door. It was like watching Mother open Pandora's box... seeing the huge vast chamber of mother's before my eyes. Inside, a huge array of tropical plants and trees decorated the chamber. Stepping in, Mother guided me inside as I took in the wondrous marvel of her private quarters. I felt like Alice in Wonderland just looking at the amazing greenery and aroma of nature and tranquility. I heard the quiet rustling of water not far from me, and as I looked, I saw a small stream flowing through the entire length of the grand chamber. Manmade or I should say "woman-made" as its enormous bed was constructed of solid concrete. 

"That's the city's water supply. A living well that flows about 20 miles below us." Said mother, walking me by the peaceful setting.

"It's so beautiful." I could only say as I stopped to take in the wondrous beauty of this awe-inspiring woman.

She was different. Something stood out as uniquely distinct from all the other Vixens here at the camp. Yes, she was older and more seasoned than the rest, but beyond the slight wrinkles and glowing skin was a magnificence far beyond that which I expected. Her aura shined a lustrous sheen... she just seemed perfect. A glorious depiction of what a woman SHOULD be... in her prime. Beyond my sensual cravings for her, she just felt like she was not of this earth... something spiritual... magical.

And she knew I sensed it as she stopped to take my hands in hers. Stepping in closer, her glowing teal eyes penetrated my heart, as if opening the gates of my very soul. Lifting her hand, the tips of her fingers gingerly grazed my jaw, cradling me as if a sacred golden chalice. I sighed heavily, as if she cast a spell of the deepest enchantment over me. My heart, body and soul united in this sheer moment of feminine understanding. A tear flowed from my eye as I just stood there, completely in awe of this majestic woman. 

She then showed me her own private bath, a huge array of rock and granite that had steps leading up to a steamy pool of inviting waters. It must have stood ten feet above the floor... I was enthralled.

"I'll bathe you in there once I'm done with you." Mother lovingly uttered behind my back, nuzzling my bare neck with those charming lips.

I turned, falling into her arms as I met her mouth with mine for a boiling kiss.

"Better plan on a few days then." I purred after my lips broke from hers.

"I already have." She replied, pulling me with her as we made our way to her mammoth bed on the other side of her chamber. "In fact, I may not even let you leave."

Stepping up the soft, silken carpet stairway leading to the loft, Mother came around, violently taking my head in her hands, slamming her mouth to mine. My hands flew up in fear as I hung to her lusty body, letting her have her way with me. How could I object with a woman like Mother? Her torrid hunger cried out for release, and I wasn't about to object.

Twisting me about, Mother eased me back upon her bed. I was smitten the entire time; just knowing I was going to do it with a woman in her 60's. This was going to be so fucking hot... as Mother fell atop me, our kiss burned like wildfire while my hands fully explored the soft sweeping contours of her lovely body. But before my hands could begin their sacred journey, I felt the weight of Mother's full breasts rest atop mine. I buckled beneath her balmy flesh, feeling the sweet goodness of those heavy tits flocking mine.

"Oh my Gawd." I said in trauma of the sensation, breast to breast... woman to woman. "God, you feel so good, Mother... oh my sweet dear mother."

Mother cooed as she lifted up, tediously glazing her hardened nipples down my ribs, across my billowing stomach. I looked down to see her wholesome orbs atop my belly... my breath fell shallow at the heavenly sight.

"I love it when you call me mother." She whispered, looking down at my flat abdomen.

"Yea?" I anxiously asked.

She nodded, "So forbidden... so sinful." 

"I don't care if you were my mother, I'd die just to make love to you." I professed without a shred of doubt.

Mother glared at me with a look I would never forget... fantasy became reality. She knew as well as I did that our love affair was by all standards, erotically unique and unquestionably taboo. She brought her left hand to my face once more, stroking my cheek as a cat would its numb prey. I could see her eyes getting wet... this was something so special for her.

"I'd be honored to have you as my daughter." She confessed as I kissed her open palm.

My heart pulsed at a breakneck rate. Not only was this woman so beautiful and desirable, but we were taking it into an entirely different realm of a forbidden expression of supreme consequence. I had never imagined such a fantasy, but with her, it seemed like a perfect fit. Our curiosity broke the bonds of reality, and ascended into a higher realm of intoxicating eroticism.

"Then from now on, I will be known as your daughter." I said with my eyes acutely centered on hers, hand in hand.

"And I take you, my beautiful daughter... the girl I gave life to has come home at last." Mother breathlessly accepted.




A Primitive Hope Ch. 03



"Ooooooooh Mother, make love to me. Make your daughter yours." I said without a shred of guilt. 

Mother's face fell to my stomach, hungrily lathering my skin with her hopeful tongue. It was like she was a different woman... far more profound and intense. I tightened my entire body, surging my muscles together in absolute rhapsody. I loved how we chased this heartfelt fantasy, and it's inborn connotations. Closing my eyes, I imagined myself as her dotting little girl... a girl who carried a lifelong crush on her adoring, gorgeous mother... a girl who had now grown into a young woman, hell-bent on returning to her mother's breast, sucking it as her newfound lover... it felt divine. It felt familiar.

Her face drifted across my groin, encircling my saturated pussy. With my eyes shut, I envisioned her lovely face near the center of my soul... and when her fingers gracefully stroked my outer lips, I sighed knowing she was close. My stomach surged like waves of a furious ocean... my legs, outstretched and tense. The only thing that would ease my anxiety was my mother's mouth... her hot breath soon glazed my dripping womb. I snapped, but was quickly secured to the bed by her right arm resting atop my belly. Settling in, Mother's nose and lips smoothly swam closer to me, bringing me to the edge of known rationalization. I didn't know what I enjoyed more... the anticipation of her tasting my pussy, or her actually doing it. 

Unexpectedly, I felt Mother's open mouth wallow across my aching vagina, like she tried to swallow it whole. My body jerked I tried to take a shocking gasp of air. I felt like a fiery bullet had shot me. I rose up, grasping her head in my hands, like lifting a thousand-pound barbell. 

"Oh muth... mother!! FUCK YEA!!" I screamed, feeling Mother's lips part my own, feeling that sizzling tongue slip beyond the savory folds of my feminine essence.

She moaned in lucid delight, twisting her head so her tongue could dive in deeper. I loved feeling those muffled moans reverberate throughout my pussy... it heightened my euphoria, causing me to quiver like a helpless leaf in a blustery wind. And God, she was so slow in her actions. She loved eating pussy. It felt like the most glorified sensation I have ever felt. Its different with each woman I loved... but with Mother, her loving feast carried a plethora of fantasy, hope, and thrilling lust. It wasn't long before her tongue met my clit. And as if that wasn't enough, two of her fingers easily glided inside my womanhood, hungrily sucked in by my greed and gluttony. God, she was such a pro... like she knew exactly where my g-spot was... but find it, she did... and what followed was a blinding horde of cries of hope... gasps for more... and shameful confessions of incestuous love.    The only thing I remembered after that was every muscle in my body contracting at once... as if a hundred piece symphony beginning a harmonious sonata. My teeth furiously clenched as I held onto my breath... yet Mother remained fixed on me, her sole focus was me. A million tiny stars exploded behind my closed eyes as I shouted, "Mother, Mother, Mother" over and over again. It was the most splendid orgasm a woman had blessed me with... she not only brought my body to it's peak, but my heart and soul too. 

Later...

Mother woke me with a gentle kiss, telling me I was out for about a half an hour. Together, we lay side by side as her face was atop mine. Seeing her gorgeous face was perfect... those penetrating sapphire eyes, so content and sure. Returning her smile, I took her head in my right hand, bringing her mouth to mine one more time. Our lips slowly lapped each others, taking the extra time to nurture the other's sordid flavor. I loved kissing this woman... this woman of maturity and grace... refined by age, and mellowed by time. But aside from my deep physical attraction to her shapely body, I came to treasure this moment with her. 

My hand passed beyond her face to dig down her flowing torso until it came atop her hip. My moan of hunger was muffled, but she knew I was immediately turned on by what possibilities her wide hips could bring me. 

"I understand you're an ass girl?" Mother delicately whispered as she burrowed the nape of my neck with her toxic lips.

Her kisses calmed me as I delightfully smiled, thinking of what I was going to do to that ass of hers.

"Yea." I helplessly whimpered back.

"Fiona said you spent over an hour with your tongue in her ass." She replied after flattening her tongue upon my neck.

"God, yes." I scarcely whimpered, feeling Mother's desires for me concentrate on her tongue. "I did, Mother. I sucked her ass so good... so deep."

"Yeaaah." She hungrily answered before tucking her tongue inside my ear. "I raised a good baby girl then."

A trillion goose bumps paralyzed me as I gasped in open-mouthed wonder. Mother's affection left me powerless in her lustful wake, doing and saying all the right things a girl could ever hope to experience.

"So when are you gonna taste your mother's?" she breathlessly asked with her lips to my skin.

"I just... just... don't you wanna cum first?" I asked in an unsure tone.

"We've got the rest of our lives for that." Answered Mother before gently sinking her teeth down upon my neck.

"God you're amazing." I declared, curling her body in my appreciative arms.

She raised up, sowing another deep kiss on my mouth.

"Kiss my mouth like you would my asshole." Mother quietly begged, curving her full lips in a knowing smile.

My eyes shot open, never having heard such a sordid divulgence fall from a woman's mouth. 

"She said you were soft and slow." Mother continued in her hushed, sultry tone.

I could only nod yes as a long gaze ensued. I was taken by this woman's obvious thirst... amazed... breathless. 

"You love a big king sized ass, don't you?" she suggested as she gingerly kissed the surface of my lips so lightly.

Like some mindless zombie, all I could do was nod yes once more. This woman had my number...   

"Do it. You know you can." She spoke, savoring my lips with hers.

I quickly shifted my body, taking her head in my hands as I cracked a cunning grin. Mother returned my confident gaze as I slowly parted my lips, timidly pressing to hers. I closed my eyes to imagine that thick backside in my mind. As our lips brushed coupled, Mother abruptly went limp from her imagination as I tediously swirled my head, pretending it was the delicious orifice of her hindquarters. 

Helpless and dazed, it was all Mother could do to keep herself together. "Oh fuck." Was all I heard before slipping my tongue out to skim those lips, simulating the soft pucker of her juicy opening. Seeing that wrinkled asshole in my mind's eye, I rolled my tongue across her velvety texture.

"God." Mother softly uttered. "You're amazing." 

"It'd be better with your cheeks squashing my face." I replied.

With a slight nod of surrender, mother slipped out of my arms so she could lie flat on her stomach. I needed no more encouragement as I swiftly jumped up to straddle her ass. I began massaging her neck and shoulders to try and loosen her up... after all; she needed to be ready for my tongue's grand entrance. Now atop her, I took in the full scale of mother's beautiful back with my loving massage. I slumped over to nuzzle my face between her neck and shoulder.

"Oh mother, you're gonna love what I do to you." I avowed, barely gnawing her cheekbone like a starved animal. 

She sighed like I was about to push her off a mile high cliff. She knew exactly what was about to happen, and didn't offer any resistance whatsoever.

"God, I've always wanted someone to really do this good." She said in a weakened voice.

"Yea?" I hungrily shot back.

"Oooooh, fuck yea..." Mother replied. "I... I just hope my ass is good enough for you."

"Let's find out." I said as I crawled down her back, massaging and kissing the deep valley of her flowing spine.

Of course I knew I'd love it because that was one of the first things I checked out when I first saw her. Its always the first thing I look at when sizing up a woman. But she didn't know, and teasing her like this made me drip with defiant lust. Sizing up her neck and shoulders, the familiar hunger for ass possessed me as I sealed my mouth to her neck, suckling her skin while my hands fluttered down her sides. Mother balked as I sank my teeth below the base of her skull, getting acquainted with my thirst for ass. I wanted her... wanted nothing more than to enable Mother the beauty of anal bliss.

"Oh fuck." Mother gasped, angrily clutching the sheets beside her face.

Her savage guttural reply was all I needed to hear as I lifted my mouth from her flesh, glazing her neck and both shoulders with my anxious tongue. I brought my hands back up, twisting them over to run the backs of my hands up and down her back. I loved how our skin felt together... it felt so right... but all I could think of was this woman's ass, and that she was stepping in the role of my beloved mother. Mother unlocked the uncivilized animal in me, unleashing the true nature in me... that of a wanton daughter bent on fucking her Mother with her tongue... I loved every fleeting second Mother allowed me to partake in this taboo coupling. 

I flattened my tongue on her shoulder blade, casting a trail of savory saliva over to the low valley of her spine... this was the path that would lead me home to my awaiting feast of all feasts. I lapped the clove of her spine like a cat to milk... swaying down, leaving a trail of my saliva as obvious evidence of my anal trek. I grunted with hoarse gasps of delight, knowing her ass was near... my breasts soon felt her fleshy orbs throng my tits, engulfing me into the sexy fires of lesbian voracity. With my full breasts pressed to Mother's spheres of ass, I gazed up along the statuesque back of my Mother, placing my fingernails below her shoulder blades. With a hopeful cry, I tediously scraped her back downward until my palms rested on each supple orb of pureness. Mother boldly fought for each breath, holding the sides of her head in salacious agony, crying and moaning like a child knowing it was about to be punished. 

"Your ass is so perfect, Mother." I whispered, taking in the rewarding sight of her fully rounded buff cheeks.

"I love hearing you say that." Mother helplessly replied into the pillow.

I gazed down, paying strict attention to the wondrous darkened cleft dividing those two mounting spheres of flesh I envied.

"I don't know what's more sexy... the cleavage of your tits, or this big sexy ass." I uttered.

Mother slithered on the bed like a snake, hearing my revelation as I brought my palms down on each cheek of ass with intensity, grasping a nice chunk of flesh with determination.

"God, look at this ass." I growled, readjusting my hold, kneading the flesh like sacred swells of delicious bread. "My mother's beautiful ass... so sweet... wide."  

Mother screamed "Fuck yea... talk about my ass baby girl. I love how you make it sound." 

"Oooh." I shot back, aroused by her vulnerability. "Like it when your girl talks about mommy's ass, huh?"

"Oh God yea. Jesus." She replied with a shudder that shook every muscle in her sexy body.

My hands continued their lengthy caresses, admiring her ass's striking width, glazed with its soft delicious tan. Given her age, her backside showed no signs of old age or decay. Not one blemish or wrinkle... and I loved how simply round its shape was... full... healthy... ripe. My breath grew shallow as I soaked in this glorious site. The inviting cleavage that assured me that a mouth-watering treasure lie tucked between her two plentiful spheres... it just had to. With an impatient breath, I lowered my lips to her right cheek, planting a full open mouthed kiss upon the outer crest of her cheek... my lips savored the prized flesh as my heart raced... I kissed the cheek as I would her lips... soft, loving and tenderly. Crooking my jaw, I opened my mouth as wide as it could go, gently sucking in Mother's ass flesh... engulfing it as I would her life-giving breast. I lifted my face, suckling her ass with my mouth, popping off of it with a pool of my boiling saliva coating it... I found mother staring at me across her shoulder, looking far within my soul... knowing I was in my element. I knew then what she wanted to see, and decided to wait no longer.

With our gaze wed, I sank my face between her cheeks, submerging my mouth in her ample ass. Both my hands rested atop the mounds, spreading apart the large pumpkins so my tongue could greet the pungent flavor of her magnificent meal. Mother yelped, grasping my head, and despite no hair, she dug her nails into my smoothened skull, pulling my face deeper between the globes. Now fully submerged, my tongue slid out, relishing the loving warmth and tangy flavor of ripened ass. Licking each side of the crack; lapping, lunging, and glossing the skin as best I could, I was electrified... this was more than I ever expected. Something so meaningful and extraordinary. I vigorously tugged and shoved the mounds of ass so my face could be deluged amidst the buxom cheeks. I struggled to breathe through my nose, filling my nostrils with her peppery scent. And it wasn't much longer before my dripping tongue fell flat atop her crinkled asshole, hopeful for a lengthy swab. The saltiness stifled my tongue, but only made me hungry for more. Mother's body, squirming and writhing, suffered beneath my languid "kiss". I spread apart her quivering mounds, sliding my tongue out to lay it flat atop the delicious asshole I wanted my mouth sealed around... I was slow and deliberate... loving and sensitive to her every need... I reacted to her movements, spiritually united in the glory of our feminine symmetry. I was kissing her asshole just as I did her mouth.

"Can't believe... tasting me like this." Mother gasped in shocking accuracy. 

My only reply was to sway my head between the mounting globes, flattening my tongue even more. Mother made a fist, violently striking the bed in magnificent shock of getting her ass eaten by her make-believe daughter. I was hypnotized by the event... the feel of ample ass in each palm... the pungent flavor... the scandalous reality of French kissing a 60 year old woman's ass. I became a demented animal, hell bent on stabbing her ass with my tongue. 

I circled her crinkled hole with painstaking accuracy, slothfully mopping across it with reckless hunger. I could see Mother's profile between the sordid valley of her cheeks. She tried to look at me, yet was paralyzed by my tongue's expertise... her eyebrows creased, mouth agape... that beautiful face violently contorted like a deranged mental patient. Wanting to see her reaction, I tightened my tongue, sinking it further into the warm delicious anal passage. With utter finesse, my lips sealed about, encompassing the delicate asshole. Her eyes lit up, bulging from her skull, looking as if I had just stabbed her with a steel sword.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" Mother cried out at the top of her lungs.

I was captivated by her traumatic facial gestures by this act of wanton hope. I was conquering this woman, my supreme female ruler, overthrowing her with my tongue. Something so small and trivial, yet so powerful in it's deeds. Her head collapsed as she began whimpering like an injured child... helpless and weak while my tongue sank deeper surrounded by the smooth tissue of her delicious rectum. I ceased tugging and pulling the bronzed mounds of ass, only to graze their orbed shape with the back of my hands. Lost in the blinding frenzy of my feast, I reminded myself just how big her ass was, and how I would lather every supple inch of those cheeks later with my tongue. But not before I would swirl my tongue inside the undiscovered sweetness of her scrumptious bowels.

Her hips gyrated beneath me. I slowed my pace, appreciating the fullness of mother's backside with eager hands. I felt her hand clamp down on mine, pushing my fingers down into the pulp of her right cheek; clutching my hand in assured conviction. 

"Oooooh, I wish you could just stay there... just eat my ass like this forever." Mother gasped between anxious breaths.

I responded by kneading the fleshy cheeks, moving my fingers like rhythmic waves of the ocean, lapping at the sands of her beach. I curved my tongue, swirling to taste every recess of her prized ass. This became our paradise... fleeing into the realm of the most intimate experience for either of us. My moans of wanton hunger, garbled by pure thick ass... I had found my niche... my calling in life. All that mattered was tasting this woman's backside with the zeal of a famished beast. 

"Tasting me." She helplessly uttered. "My ass... you have my ass."

I groaned in agreement, squeezing the abundance of her ripe orbs.

"Yea," Mother replied, clenching my hand tightly. "God, I can feel that tongue so deep. Its soooo good... so fucking good... deep."

I swayed my head, trying to plant my tongue further... and I did. Sinking in probably another inch, mother's body compressed, suffering through another desperate stab. I sped up my rhythm, sliding in and out of the moistened asshole. This crippled mother beyond anything I had ever seen before. 

I'm not sure how long I ate her ass, but before I finished, there wasn't one portion of her lovely wide ass that didn't either get kissed, licked, or tongued. I couldn't believe how easily she let me have my way with it. Before my face lifted from her balmy ass, I gave each side of her ass crack several long laps with my tongue, savoring the luscious tang of it before meeting mother in a powerful, life-affirming kiss. Her arms gripped me with zest, vigorously kissing my lips, mauling my face and chin like a savage. I felt her gratitude boil with thankfulness as her hands held my face, making sure I wouldn't budge as she lapped away. 

"Kiss my mouth like you did my asshole." Mother breathlessly urged.

With no doubt, I did as she asked, softly circling her lips with grace and tenderness with the tip of my tongue. Her eyelids went weak, as did her body, knowing that there was no difference in how I kissed any orifice on her body. It was equally filled with as much hope and desire as the next... and I knew she felt it on either opening.  

"Oh my God." Uttered mother. "I love how you kiss me."

"Yea." I whimpered, cupping her chin with my forefinger. "I'm in love with your ass."

"Fuck." Mother quietly voiced in a relieved tone. "Like a person... it's own identity." 

"Uh huh" I moaned before drawing her lower lip into my mouth.

"God, you're going to be perfect." Mother spoke, holding me close. 

Our flesh united in the most intimate embrace... breast to breast... stomach to stomach. And naturally, my hands fell down to handle the full width of mother's flourishing hips and ass.

Mother leaned back as our eyes locked gazes. My arms held her as she lied back on our bed, cradling her like a sacred treasure of the world's richest fortunes.

Later...

I awoke to see mother crawling from bed, making her way to the bathroom nearby. Watching her bawdy strut, my eyes basked in the glorious sight of those wide hips sway with magnificent allure. Snuggled in her bed, I purred to myself, knowing that I just had that ass. I glowed with pride; still hearing her arousing expressions echo in my head while I ate her ass. Just the way her body looked was so symmetrical... the way her arms hung by her hour glass figure... how the small of her waist flared out to form her motherly hips, only to roll down into a pair of thick syrupy thighs that sparkled with a smooth glow. One word came to mind as I watched her saunter... fertile.

It was then my mind began its wishful fantasy.

Crawling back into bed, mother met me with a drawn-out kiss before settling atop me. Feeling her warmth envelope me was extraordinary, and all I could do was trace her sweeping form down her back, barely touching the plump texture of her tender ass. Mother sighed, knowing I was content. But as any good mother would know, she felt something stirring inside her daughter's heart.




A Primitive Hope Ch. 04



Authors note: To fully appreciate this story, it is highly recommended reading "Part III" to comprehend the emotional depth of this saga. This final chapter is NOT a frivolous jaunt into "penis-envy", but rather a heartfelt look into the soul of a lesbian woman who has been given an extraordinary gift. Power, control, strength and intensity are all traits a woman has as well. This story honors those blessed traits. 

This chapter is dedicated to ALL the women in this world who have fantasized and dreamed of conceiving a child with another woman. My goal was to present this in a realistic, believable manner.

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Taken from the Scripture of Eileithyia.

"You must unlearn what you have been taught... release what you believe... then and only then, can you begin to understand the destiny that is yours for the taking."

Later, in the master bedroom...

The large wooden door creaked open as Cindi skillfully strolled into our bedchamber. She carried me in her arms, the new matriarch of our realm... conqueror of my heart. The bucolic, solid arms of my warrior, tinged in slight effort, adhered to my syrupy flesh. My right palm reached out to caress the hard, serrated slab of Cindi's landscaped shoulder. It felt godly... the hard roundness easily molded to my palm, much like a smoothened stone... thick, firm... taut. How on earth a woman could ever become so big, so capable of carrying a woman like me for an extended period bewildered me.

With a dozen small candles illuminating the cozy bedchamber, I could finally revel in the glorious sight of Cindi's imposing nakedness. The golden light highlighted her king-size body, just enough to cast deep delicious shadows of utter flawlessness across the knolls and valleys of every mesmerizing muscle. Gently placing me back upon the safety of our berth, Cindi crept atop my willing flesh slowly... 

"No," I whispered. "Let my eyes see you in all your glory, my love." 

Cindi conceded, stepping back in subtle wonder. I crawled up to see up close my prized Goddess's flesh. Both of us indulged each other by showcasing our respective bodies, me showing off my buxom backside while Cindi proudly revealed her strapping chest. Reaching out like a helpless child, my fingertips feathered across Cindi's rippling thigh. Long sweeping vales of strength outlined its enigmatic contour, evoking awe and sensuality as it twitched in barely concealed power. Widening my palm as far as it could go, I tried to wrap my palm about the thigh, realizing I needed three more hands to fully cloak the hefty monolith. This was a leg that supported my illustrious warrior... so perfectly strong... so uniquely seductive. How could any woman resist?

As my moistened palm deliberately coiled up and around the hairless, sculpted thigh, I barely whispered "Oh my God." in breathless awe. I crawled around, bringing my free hand to touch the other side of her sweet angled thigh. I now had a sense of just how bulky this thigh actually was. So much power... so much elegance. Both of my palms slid up along the infinite crests of tense fiber, flowingly committing each inch to my memory. Arriving at Cindi's flat, hilly stomach, I stared at the abdominal cache of muscle and texture, tracing their lovely distance, molding into another cord, combining into a blend of strength and unimaginable worth. I watched in silent wonder as her muscles flexed and crooked with her shallow breaths, wondering if any other woman had ever gazed upon this vixen in the same adoring manner as I was.

Cindi's hand came into view, gingerly swallowing mine into its hold. God, even that was deliciously sexy. I whimpered in overwhelming awe. Cindi lifted our hands together as our fingers fanned out... palm to palm... a gasp fell from my lips, seeing Cindi's hand outsize mine by three times. Cindi's texture, rough and scabrous... and mine, smooth and soft. The striking contrast compelled me to sigh in veneration of my titanic lover. My euphoric stare trickled down Cindi's arm, memorizing every thick unwieldy vein that blanketed her ironbound arm. Like Cindi's thigh and abdomen, I wrapped both hands around Cindi's wrist, ascending up as I cherished how her arm's size grew as my moist palms circled her elbow. An impetuous surge of appetite came over me as my mouth lunged at first sight of her heavy bicep, sealing my lips to its immense pinnacle, suckling it as I would a nourishing meal. Cindi's eyes sank back in her head, attempting to cope with my famished appetite. I then remembered how Cindi told me she always thought she'd never find a woman who could be smitten by her muscular flesh... God, was she so wrong. 

My lazy tongue encircled as much bicep as I could savor, glazing it with a layer upon layer of my boiling saliva. But I wasn't finished... grousing in hunger; I tongued back along Cindi's vein striped tricep, delicately tracing each vein with gentle finesse. 

"Oh God, Kristen" Gasped Cindi's guttural voice. "You make me feel like a living goddess." 

"You are a Goddess." I gasped before ingesting a mouthful of her rock hard muscle in my mouth.

I motioned Cindi to turn, giving my mouth full access to Cindi's measureless steppe of picturesque, rocky muscle. I stood behind Cindi atop the bed, using both hands to graze across Cindi's broad shoulders, stopping to clasp the sultry deltoids that flawlessly adorned her angled back.

"So big." I gasped. "Just the way a woman should be."

Cindi's bald head sloped back, swimming in the tropical waters of my verbal baptism. Each of my heavy breasts rippled up and down Cindi's taut neck, shrouding her smooth skull as my arms fell across her broad chest, sinking my fingernails deep into her solid pectorals. Clawing my way upward, I luxuriated in the boundless power my wife had.

"You'll have statues of your flesh throughout our kingdom." I vowed. "Throngs of women will envy you, and want to be you." 

"Oooh, Kristen." Anxiously replied my goddess. "As long as you are in my arms in the statue." 

"Where I belong." I replied, entrenching my tongue deep inside her ear. "Rock solid granite... just like this wondrous body... hard... solid."

The imaginary vision of our union beguiled me as Cindi turned to smother her lips to mine. Without care or concern, Cindi flung her beefy arms around me, embracing my flesh with all of her might. It would be our first timeless kiss this night... one of hunger, of unconditional passion and need. I shuddered, feeling myself fall victim to my warrior's insistence. Breast to breast, arm in arm, we ravaged each other in gratifying urgency. 

No more words were necessary. 

I felt two colossal hands instinctively reach around to cup my wide ass, smoothing out each ample globe. Assured, I encircled Cindi's tongue, drawing in that scorching piece of meat inside my mouth. Aghast by my wife's courage, she tightened her grip, spreading apart my cheeks. Both of us crooked our necks, frantic for a deeper kiss. Cindi was ablaze with lust, shoving as much of her tongue inside my mouth while caressing my smoothened bald skull. 

With a loud pop, I broke free of Cindi's kiss, tilting back as Cindi's mouth instantly gnawed at my bare neck. It was then that I glanced across the bedchamber into the full-length mirror nearby. I had to see for myself the luscious contrast between our distinct bodies. I balked, taking in the vista of her brawn atop me... arms so solid and huge, smothering me like a roller to raw bread dough... 

"Oh my God, Cindi." I panted. "Look at us." 

Misty eyed with passion, Cindi glanced over at the sexy reflection in the mirror. 

"We make the perfect couple." I confessed, clawing at my beefy warrior's shoulders.

"Impeccable." She remarked.

"My Queen." I gasped, kneading the broad, heavy muscle resting in the palm of my hands. "My one true Queen." 

"Oooh my God yes." Cooed Cindi before smothering her face between the ripe fullness my motherly breasts.

Her face, submerged between my cleavage, gave rise to a new state of existence for me. The velvety texture of hardened muscle against me was all too much. Opening her mouth, Cindi desperately lapped away at a heavy breast, hungry and frantic.

"Oooooooooooooh my dear wife," I avowed, enshrouding my arms about Cindi's shiny head. "My hero."

"Uhmm humm." Moaned Cindi, suckling a mouth full of my breast flesh.

Lowering me back, we lay together in perfect unison. With my strapping warrior atop, I undulated beneath her abundant frame. Her strapping hands clutched each of my tits, encircling their spherical form as I watched my left nipple vanish into Cindi's mouth. After all of my training and hard work had added infinite significance to our lustful tryst. 

I quivered as Cindi's tongue lathered my areola over and over. An explosion of romantic images flooded my mind, encompassing our life together as woman and wife... sharing the throne of Mother's Kingdom as a couple... sharing the Royal berth every night with my handsome, brawny wife. My mind was aghast with sordid reverence as a series of paralyzing shudders galvanized my heart and soul-- seeing the dazzling sight of Cindi's beautifully sleek muscles moving in a smooth rhythm, following some grand design on her round solid shoulders. I then took notice of the boiling arteries shrouding her triumphant arms. Cradling her head as if a mother to her child, I encouraged my beloved titan by softly reciting our wedded names over and over again. 

Moans became full-fledged cries as I glanced down to see Cindi's mouth descend down my flailing stomach. Grasping thick handfuls of her unyielding shoulders, my back arched in splintering agony. With fists clenched in exotic rapture, I slammed them to the mattress as Cindi's face closed in on the majestic portion of my living essence. I silently prayed that Cindi was filling her lungs with the fragrance of my vulva, caressing my inner thighs with those dreamy smooth cheeks. 

"Ooooh my Cindi." I shivered as traces of an impending orgasm beckoned me.

I couldn't decide what was more exciting at this unimaginable moment, the fact that a colossal muscle bound woman was about to savor my steamy pussy, or the fact that she had just made herself my eternal spouse. Both realities seemed to spawn countless ambrosial thoughts of lifelong joy and expectancy. I had finally won Cindi all for myself... and I would do it all over again if it meant having this. And as I felt her broiling mouth seal itself around the outer folds of my pussy, I screamed in agony, twisting my body about as I hoped my essence was permeating my heroine's mouth. It was wonderful to finally know I had married my lifelong love... I was married again, yet this time to a woman... a woman who I wanted to impregnate me at all costs. 

"Gawwww... my sweet wife." I cried out, crippled by her tongue thrashing throughout my pussy.

My misty eyes caught Cindi opening hers, barely above my trimmed pubic mound. Just that sight alone drove me mad in breathless suspense. Rolling her tongue from top to bottom, I could tell Cindi was consumed in the marvel of what she was doing to me. Resting her left hand upon my shivering abdomen, Cindi plunged deeper into my cunt as the cheeks of her mouth caved and expanded, stabbing me with that fervid tongue to my very core. My eyes bulged, staring blindly up in terrorizing ecstasy as my sweaty body was paralyzed. Two violent gasps for air followed before I collapsed upon Cindi's massive forearm. Now my convulsing body lay on her one beefy arm... God, just that concept by itself was so fucking amazing that a woman could hold me up so easily. A woman, who was once meek and timid, now hardened by years of strict muscular development... exhaustive workouts and an endless struggle to utter perfection. Yes, Cindi had become the enduring figure of unequivocal perfection and beauty. I would have never guessed that this time two years ago, as I muddled through my woeful past life, that I would have ever found a muscular woman so irresistible, so damn tantalizing and alluring. It was the complete opposite of what most women would expect of a homosexual tryst. 

I simply loved the way Cindi looked, so raw and primal. I loved the way her thickly carved arms bowed out from that hulking V shaped chest, tapering down to that tiny waist... how her chiseled abdomen looked like vivid wings of an angel sheathed delicately about her back. How the contour of her leathery groin cascaded downward to her monolithic, dense thighs that bore no semblance of a past womanly shape, yet now boiled with heavy stamina. 

I saw my wife Cindi as a refined, proper woman of the highest favor. I could now see why so many women could stare adamantly for hours on end, taking in the amazing sights of these awe-inspiring, Herculean women. It was as if nature had decreed these vixens as Goddesses of a brand new age, a marvelous step in the evolutionary cycle of the female species. 

The next morning, Cindi lie flat on her stomach with her hard, angled arms resting beside her head as I lied beside her on my side. I had awoken an hour before to the beautiful, carved backside of my wife's body. I sat stone-faced as I admired the beige lustrous glow of her taut skin, the countless rivers and valleys of muscle and brawn that surfaced the amazing body of my woman. With speechless reverence, the fingertips of my right hand lovingly traced her angular spine... this was the backbone that held my heroine up. All of Cindi's immense muscles and beauty centralized in this marvelous segment of my lover's body. How could I have ever been so lucky as to land a woman like this, let alone bed and marry her?

Leaning across her wide back, my lips pressed themselves to a delicious outcropping of a beige deltoid muscle. Suckling as a babe would from its mother's bosom; Cindi began to stir with a long moan of rousing fondness. 

"Uhhhmmm," she gasped. "I love waking up to this."

"Its hard not to." I replied before slothfully digging my teeth into the savory muscle.

Cindi rolled to her side, easily swallowing me with those thick arms of hers. I loved how completely dwarfed I felt when she took me in these arms, making me forget about every other care in the world. Nothing else mattered when my head rested against my titan's chest. 

"Today we leave for Eileithyia." She whispered. 

"Yes," I replied, snuggling closer to her stiff chest.

"You know what waits for us there, don't you?" Cindi continued.

Drawing my face back to look into her glowing blue eyes, I knew exactly why we were to journey to the tropical paradise.

"I do." I breathlessly gasped, feeling Cindi's embrace tighten. "You're going to make me the mother of your children." 

Cindi barely nodded in agreement, lathering her hands across my hips and ass before clutching them with urgency. I melted in her powerful grasp.

"Ooooh," I shuddered, bewitched by her powerful spell. "Make me pregnant, Cindi." 

Cindi lunged for my lips, abruptly sealing them to hers before rolling atop me in commanding passion. I was lost in the sweeping passion of this moment of eternal realization. 

Later that day...

We said our good-byes to mother and our dearest friends as we made our way back to the outside world. For me, this was the first time I had re-entered this world since my subjugation, and I was aghast by what I saw. I couldn't believe I was a product of this world at one time. How I could have ever survived in this selfish civilization was beyond me. Thankfully, Cindi was at my side for the entire limo ride to the Las Vegas airport, dressed in a gloriously rich white suit, tailored precisely to fit her mountainous physique. Mother had suggested I wear a milky, off white mini skirt with a plush angora sweater due to the brisk cool day in the desert. Both of us had our heads shaven fresh for the trip and proudly wore our bald heads in public, fearing no scorn or mockery from anyone. We made a gloriously attractive couple.

Stepping into the busy airport, I saw the date... I couldn't help but gasp in shock, as it was an entirely different year than I expected. I had come to tell time by the seasons and by the sun's position in the sky, not by some manmade calendar. All of this was so odd to me considering I had been completely reborn as a new woman. All I wanted to do was to run back to our camp with Cindi and live in our barbaric hut, yet I had to remind myself the purpose of our journey. Mother had sent along a valet to speak for us, and to make sure we got on the plane safely. Mother insisted we not interact with anyone, only the natives that awaited our arrival on Eileithyia. 

The three of us flew First Class to San Jose, Costa Rica, and I must say it was a fantastic flight. Seeing the white clouds and majestic blue skies made me appreciate my marriage even more. Cindi and I were the dotting new couple, never letting go of each other for the entire flight. I felt so loved... so pure... and fertile. I wanted this as much as she did... we both wanted this.

Once we landed in San Jose, our valet (fluent in Spanish) arranged for our jaunt to the ocean, where our boat waited. As we made out way to the beach, civilization slowly ebbed away as we trekked deep into the jungles before arriving at the deserted beach. The remarkable vista was more than I could have possibly imagined. Pure white sands graced the seashore and the deepest of blue water decorated the breathtaking horizon out in front of us. There wasn't a soul around for miles as all that we saw was a small, wooden rowboat in the distance. Knelt beside the crude dinghy was a dark skinned female with long black hair.

"Your escort awaits." Whispered our valet. 

I clutched Cindi's ample hand, taking a deep breath of exciting fear. 

"Your clothes," continued our valet. "You will not need them." 

Cindi took off her jacket and pants as I too stripped myself. It felt wonderful to be fully nude again, just as we were back home. Handing off our garments to the valet, we bid goodbye as we set out to our dark skinned guide. I never felt more scared in my life... how would we return, and when? There was no plans or rendezvous mentioned as Cindi and I sauntered out to the gentle lapping waves of the ocean. Stopping in front of our lovely guide, she humbly bowed before us as she motioned us to step in. Doing so, she remained to push us out into the open sea as she jumped in, quickly grasping the crude wooden oars that clung to the boat's side by rugged, torn ropes. 

Our guide was a proportionally ample woman with an exquisite buxom figure. She wore the most splendid arrangement of coral and seashell necklaces I had ever seen. A simple, frayed loincloth draped carelessly across her waist as the ocean mist sprayed about on her golden skin, giving her brown flesh a deliciously moist glow. Her deep brown eyes had a gentle radiance as she smiled at us with naivete as she happily rowed. For the first few hours of our long, blistering hot journey, her kind disposition never once faded even as the tropical sun bore down on our skin. Cindi and I followed Mother's instructions, never once speaking to our desirable guide as night fell. Without a clue as to how far we had left, Cindi and I burrowed down into the well of the small boat as our guide continued graciously rowing into the night. I fell asleep to the gentle currents of the ocean beneath me, and to the amazingly starry night sky above... in the arms of my beefy wife. I was truly content.

The Next Morning...

Cindi lovingly woke me as we had come ashore. Coming to my senses, I beheld a tropical wonder my eyes could hardly believe they were seeing. Lush palm trees, gently draping over the heavenly sands of the beach. It was like something out of a fantasy novel, a place so perfect to describe in mere words. As I stepped out from the dinghy, my feet met the cooling seashore. Expecting a scalding sensation, I looked down to see the perfect sands shine with a bluish sheen. With Cindi at my side, we strode along the beachfront, taking in the celestial atmosphere. Selfishly though, both Cindi and I kept catching ourselves watching the tempting swagger of our bronzed guide as she strutted those sweet wide hips in front of us.




A Primitive Hope Ch. 04



We walked hand in hand for a few hours before coming to the first signs of a secret society. My heart raced as I anticipated what was to be, and how I was to be impregnated with Cindi's child. As we made our way through a massive prehistoric stone gate, I saw a pair of lovely dark skinned women guarding the old moss covered gate. Both clutching crude wooden spears, the women bowed to us as we strode in. I couldn't help but do a double take as I admired their brutal and skimpy garments, scarcely covering their breasts and groins. I was enthralled by the savage crudeness these women glowed with.

As we sauntered through the dense, tree-covered domain, it was clear that this society focused on simplicity and raw power. Dozens of workers lined the paths, building huts and collecting water. Other tawny vixens were enslaved to their masters, slowly waving large fans of palm tree leaves upon their beautiful muscular masters as they relaxed. It looked like some marvelous painting from the most exotic book... my prior domicile back in the desert of Las Vegas was wonderful, but this was a thousand times more primitive and, well... just sexier. 

Perhaps it was the darker skinned women with their glossy, perspired soaked skin... or their lengthy, tasseled hair that looked as if they had just finished having raw, powerful sex. It just felt right being here for some unknown reason... one I'm sure I would find out soon enough with any luck.

As we wove through the narrow dirt trails, we were met with beautiful tropical foliage and the most wondrous floral gardens I had ever seen. Our Guide began unraveling the secrets of the island, explaining how their customs and methods had existed for centuries. Rumors and hearsay of this incredible locale had run wild through the lesbian communities for over two millennia's, motivating countless explorers and hunters to find this clandestine utopia, and exploit it. The secrets of the island had become the most prized mystery in the entire world, much like the quest for the Fountain of Youth, the Garden of Eden, or even the Holy Grail. The Guide spoke of a handful of incidents over the years where invaders tried to overtake the island, but was thankfully repelled by the overpowering chieftains. 

As we made our way inland, I began to notice that the women were getting bigger and beefier in size as we got closer to the village. It seemed to me that these women were the leaders of this village. It made perfect sense that "Mother" had based her community on this paradigm, and what a finer model to employ. 

Finally reaching the center of the village, we were greeted by the leader, who struck me as a mythically gorgeous woman. Her mere presence-- how she simply sauntered up to us made my knees buckle. I guessed her to be in her late 40's or early 50's. She was a tall, commanding woman with long black hair that was decorated with ceremonial ornaments and detailed embroidery. Standing fully nude, I gawked at her deep ebony skin that was glossed by sweat. I sighed with stirring lust, noticing how those huge boiling muscles seemed to glow-- all smooth and slick. I shut my eyes for a moment, envisioning my tongue lapping away at those taut muscles. Her neck and shoulders were twice as thick as Cindi's. Her enormous chest, so wide and rugged, easily outsized my wife's. Half of her head was shaven smooth, and numerous tribal tattoos were dotted along her deeply sculpted arms. Her sapphire eyes glowed with an intensity I had never seen before... a fierce, yet loving presence of grace and wonder.

I was in total love... and lust for this woman.

Walking to me, the Leader reached out, pressing her colossal flat palm to my stomach with urgency. I gasped at the abrasive texture of her hand to my skin-- mere inches from her flat smooth breasts that twitched with unbridled power. I adored muscular breasts that had metamorphosed into large broad pads of muscle and meat... each pectoral muscle covered more than half of her chest, and for a fleeting moment, I could see myself tonguing them in slow, loving necessity. 

The Leader caught my gaze, but began speaking in an unrecognizable language. Thankfully, our guide was translating for us.

"She says you are ripe-- perfect for a child," Our guide said. "Your hips are wide and carnal, ideal for mating."

Stepping over to Cindi, the Leader began inspecting her amazing body with more assertiveness than me, slapping the back of her thighs, clutching the teeming muscle with aggression. Next, she ran both hands across Cindi's chest and arms, lifting her limbs outward.

"She wants to know if you are the seed bearer." Our guide asked Cindi.

"I am." Cindi proudly said.

The Leader stepped back to look at us one last time, then walked away. Stepping up to a high perch behind us, the Leader opened up an ancient looking crate to take out a crude, sharp knife. 

The Leader stood motionless for a moment as her eyes fluttered closed, as if losing herself in some self induced trance. She began to speak, as our guide interpreted; "This dagger has sliced the skin of the most blessed of our race. The blood from the seed bearer shall pour from her soul and soak the fertile garden of her willing spouse... the Goddesses of mercy and grace shall protect us and guide these women to the hallowed throes of conception. It shall begin."

With that, the leader cheered loudly as throngs of women rushed towards Cindi and I. We both were inundated with hands and kisses as Cindi was hoisted high in the air as if an Olympic champion. Cheering for her as a mighty warrior, they carried her up a crude set of stone stairs as I was smothered with kisses and tongues all across my body. Numerous pairs of hands grasped my head, forcing my mouth open as a large wooden chalice was brought over by two libidinous slaves. From its tip poured a molasses looking elixir-- sour tasting as it pooled in my mouth. I remembered back to when mother and I made love, and how she let me "sample" this mind-altering drug. I told myself this must be that same drug, except that this concoction was reasonably 100 times more potent than I originally had. My buxom guide urged me to swallow, stressing how necessary it was for our mating ritual to commence. Once the bitter syrup filled my mouth, the natives forced my jaw shut-- pinching my nostrils together to ensure I ingested it. I then felt several taps on my throat to drink. As I did, I caught a quick glimpse of Cindi being bathed in handfuls of dark oils and fragrances as a lovely crown of colorful tropical flowers were set atop her smooth bald head... she looked like a true living Goddess.

Drums began bellowing out as the Leader took the knife to Cindi's angular arm, slicing open a small incision as two slave women knelt below, holding a crude looking goblet to collect Cindi's precious blood. As droplets fell, the two natives hastily rushed it over to a gigantic boiling kettle, pouring it into the steamy broth.

"The seed bearer's blood is now being fermented for conception," My guide began to explain. "See those ropes with the phalluses attached? Those are what your wife shall don when she mounts you each and every time. They are to be marinated in this steeping elixir overnight, and by the fires and trials of fornication, your wife's essence shall erupt inside you, planting her seed deep within your womb." She explained as I sat in open-mouthed wonder-- transfixed by the surreal, wondrous explanation. 

Wow.

This was like something out of a movie... the drums bellowed as chants began to grow. The fires about us seemed to rage, casting a brilliant warmth upon the primeval setting. I looked out to see countless women of all shapes, sizes, and color decorate the view... some were kissing each other in bottomless devotion... some stood still as others groped their backsides... I couldn't get enough of the monumental orgy taking place below. 

I turned to watch rope after rope of large dark colored phalluses being lowered into the steaming kettle. Now it was beginning to make sense at long last. Cindi would wear those like a strap-on, and my guess was that by the friction generated from her "cock" fucking me that would make the potion seep out and do its beautiful deed. I smiled in the sweet insight of how primitive, yet erotically unique this mating ceremony was, and how it was fabricated thousands of years ago. Someone generations before my time actually realized a woman's compulsions for another... to accept that a woman would not have to bow to a man's whim to experience life's greatest gift. There were no doctors, nothing artificial... no needles or dammed turkey basters. Nature had actually found a way, and I was about to partake in this glorious, timeless act. 

This was so unimaginable... 

"A woman, yes a WOMAN was going to make me the mother of her child." I kept shouting that sentence over and over in my mind as I could feel the effects of the drug start. Burying my head in the palms of my hands, my mind swirled in the intoxicating truth of it all. I began questioning if I should go through with this or not... 

At that point, I couldn't tell what was more arousing... the concept of it all, or the act. I began imagining what must have awaited me-- the innumerable "cocks" that were stewing in the kettle a few feet away, fermenting with my wife's seed. The natives must have planned for a myriad of sex and lustful acts of intercourse. 

I shivered.

"My God, what are those stalks made of?" I breathlessly asked my Guide.

"Native fibers of lush vegetation and husks from our gardens," she answered. "As they are cured, the phalluses absorb your wife's essence so that it is teeming with all of her vitality at the moment of penetration. As the heat is generated from her will and exertion, the skin of the phallus loses its strength, allowing her seed to flow... as if a river unleashed."

I shuddered, hearing the mind-blowing description, and how lovingly she described every word. Countless palms, fingertips and lips worshipped at the altar of my flesh. My eyes rolled back in my head-- imagining Cindi's hunky body atop mine, "sawing" in and out of me as if the world's most divine animal. Cindi had the stamina and strength of a thousand armies, and would go for days if given the chance. 

I glanced over to see Cindi's arm being bandaged as two native women began slurping at her shoulders and defined stomach... one was behind while the other in front of Cindi. She fell under the delicious hex of the native affections... a tongue slithered in her ear at the same time her mouth was stuffed full of raw, wet tongue.  

A pair of moist lips kissed the bald crown of my skull as I felt my Guide inch closer. The elixir I had swallowed was finally taking effect-- altering me with its unimaginable potency. I recalled how "Mother" had told me how I had sampled just a small portion of it back home... I gasped by virtue of how impassioned and fierce that experience was. My beautiful guide's face now to mine-- softly curling her fingertips about the back of my shaven skull for a kiss. I whimpered, savoring the tartness of her mouth and lips... our saliva broiling together as her arms held me. I let go in her loving embrace. 

"Oh my God, you're going to be so beautiful pregnant," She whimpered as she broke our lip-lock. "Your belly all swollen... your hips getting bigger."

God, her words practically drooled with lustful repose. She made it sound so sexy... and it truly was.

"Cindi is soooooooo blessed," She added as her hands fluttered along the sides of my hips and ass, as if in some hypnotic state. "I'd love to make you pregnant."

The affects of the drug crippled me, as I felt lost in our abyss of impassioned existence. Dizzy from the narcotic, I went black. The last thing I remembered was feeling my guide's mouth locked to mine.

Later...

Dark skinned slave women were all about as I felt myself on my back with my legs spread wide. I lifted my arms to feel a lordly body mount me. Finally coming to, I saw the Leader atop me, sweating and grunting as she thrashed at me with rabid vigor. The drug was in full swing as I looked down to see the Leader's beautiful thick cock pistoning in and out of my willing womb. I suddenly realized what she was doing as it felt like an entire arm was inside my pussy... she was lusciously fucking me, and looked marvelous lodged between my legs. I came to-- digging my fingernails in her back, screaming my lust for her aloud... droplets of her sweat fell into my mouth as I savored the saltiness of her handsome body.

Night had fallen and several campfires were blazing around our dirt bed. The Leader's brawny body glowed with a primal inferno I thoroughly adored. Raw brutal power boiled atop me, toiling and exerting... plunging and clawing at me like an untamed brute. I showed her my love for it by digging my heels in her ass-- ensuring she couldn't dismount me anytime soon. I was completely smothered by her behemoth size and girth despite the sexy contrast between our sizes that flamed my flesh. Her thick arms were planted on each side of my face as if huge tree roots, anchoring her considerable weight. With the hallucinogen now in full control, I swear I could feel her heart pulsing in that cock... I squeezed her with my pussy muscles as she shuddered in paralyzing awe. She too must have had the drug since it was as real for her as it was for me. A full body orgasm pulled me in numerous directions... I crooked, bent, screamed, twisted and lunged in the paralyzing reality of what I could do with this woman. 

I clawed at my titanic beauty, hungrily gnawing her forearms as she plowed into me. As much as I loved Cindi and wanted her baby, for the duration of this fuck, I wanted nothing more than to bear the child of this fantastic mammal. 

I angrily twisted out from beneath her, quickly motioning her down on her back as I practically leapt atop her. Both of us were panting like decathlon athletes as I splayed my palms across her drenched chest, making sure to massage those flattened powerful breasts. I briefly wondered what they might have looked like before muscle and strength ebbed away the fleshiness of them. Now I had my beast where I wanted her, all spread eagle on the dirt bed below, looking up at me with hazed wanton lust in those eyes. I reached below, clutching her "cock" as I felt its rigidity slightly bend in my palm. I grunted in acquiescence by virtue of how this hallucinogen empowered my vivid imagination, making her "cock" a true tangible appendage of hers. My female beast shivered in ecstasy as I began stroking the shaft up and down, cooing her with encouraging groans and cries.

Our Guide came up from beside to lovingly watch the spectacle unfold. I hadn't given anyone a handjob prior to my divorce, and I found myself loving the empowering feeling of control and mastery. My beastly goddess began crying out several expressions in her native tongue as the guide translated her sobs of surrender and ecstasy. 

"She says she craves your body unlike any other," began the guide with a drooling kiss. "That she wishes it was HER who could father the child."

I lost it... I dove down and inhaled her stalk into my mouth, ALL at once. Her behemoth flesh twisted about, as if being tortured alive. Sucking down on her glistening shaft, I had to admire the breathtaking view of her hardened, muscular body shaking below. Her thick, rippling abdominal muscle... two stone-like breasts, flat, yet brimming with life and power. I had given men blowjobs before... I had slept with them and enjoyed them as much as I could... but this... this was simply BETTER. The lovers I've had since my new life began could no where near compete with the glory and power of these Goddesses of awe and might. 

I rose to my knees, hurriedly aiming the glossy cock back inside my buttery cunt as I sat on her without hesitation. My Guide slithered up from behind me as I felt her hands hold my wide hips in place, lowering me onto my hopeful stud. The vulgar cries from my lover began a second time as the guide thankfully translated...

"Your body is of a Goddess," she whispered into my ear. "She prays for your gardens of life to become hers."

My eyes rolled back in my head as I fell into a slow sensual rhythm. Hearing a woman crying out for me in a foreign language was so exhilarating. I couldn't place what language it was, but it sounded sexy as hell. I could hear the meaning and intent behind every word, proving love and lust truly had no language barriers. I hunched my legs up so I could really give this woman the working over of her life. Her dirty, angry palms grabbed my tan hips, pulling me down into her as she strove for a depth no human had ever reached. I thrashed above her, frantically kissing her-- suckling her lips into my mouth as her hot tangy breath washed across my face.

"Make me pregnant, you beautiful beast." I chanted.

The Guide voiced the translation as the Leader howled in anticipation. I replied by grinding my hips down into her even more, suckling her lips and tongue deep into my mouth. Our teeth clinked, numbing my upper lip, but the narcotic pumping through my veins numbed all pain... I wanted our lovemaking to be brutal... raw... just nature intended it to be. I glimpsed down to see the veins in her neck swell at the moment her upper body muscles tensed up... I could see the tsunami of orgasm stir within her as I just sped up my fucking. 

We had found a steady rhythm... my soul, heart, and mind centered on one purpose... nothing else mattered.

The next morning...

I awoke to find myself on my stomach, face down in the dirt. The campfire had long since burned out and I was incredibly sore. Early morning dew covered the foliage and my body as I began to shiver from the chilly air. The feeling of being ridden so hard and manhandled was electrifying, only to be left face down in the dirt like some cheap abandoned whore. I loved how barren and empty I felt lying there, completely nude and absolutely filthy. I then noticed all the tracks, imprints and footmarks left by our frenzied lovemaking. Part of me wished that I had been left there tied up and blindfolded just for the sake of doing so. 

I painfully stood to find no one around. Limping off, I made my way back to the center of the village, where I last saw my wife. Finding some fresh cantaloupe, I broke one in half and squatted down for a luscious breakfast. I had grown to enjoy living this savage life. This was by far a marvelous treat.

Afterwards, a few of the tribeswomen came along with my Guide, informing me that Cindi had departed for a three-day journey of penance and purification. Apparently, it was a tribal requirement for all women to endure before fathering a child... it was a period of inward reflection, survival, and conjoining with nature and all of her natural habitat. I listened with amazement as they spoke of Cindi being bound, gagged, and blindfolded before dragged away to the most godforsaken part of the island-- left to fend for herself for three entire days with only the tattered shreds of her filthy garments as her only company. I was so aroused by the thought of my handsome, beefy wife out there in the savage wild of the jungle. Warding off predators and finding food... all for earning the right to mate with me.

My God, I loved that woman with all of my being.

After a fireside meal that evening, another mind-boggling orgy ensued with me as the centerpiece of the steamy revelry. We gathered in the middle of a clearing in the jungle, coming face to face with a pair of lush, caramel ass cheeks. With no hesitation, I sank my teeth in, swirling my tongue across its salty skin. I moaned in lustful eroticism as I buried my face between the tart, buxom pumpkins of ass. 

I passed up the chalice of the mating elixir, instead focusing on giving rather than receiving. With all of the voluptuous vixens about me, there was simply too many curves, ripe backsides, and breasts for me to adore. A few hours passed before seeing my tan, rubenesque Guide on all fours, swaying her big wide ass high in the air. Like some wanton predator, I crawled to the divine set of rounded globes to devour every scrumptious inch. 




A Primitive Hope Ch. 04



The sweltering heat, humidity, and intoxicating aroma of femininity drove me to the very brink of all known ecstasy.  

On the day on Cindi's return, I was awoken by the special "committee" of three very handsome women, who took me to a nearby lagoon to shave the two-week old stubble from my skull and eyebrows before my spouse's heroic return. Bathed in the pristine, crystal waters of the heavenly lagoon, the elders spoke of the numerous women who came before me, and how many would follow in my footsteps. I felt honored to be part of such a timeless accomplishment, and thanked my providers as they dried me off with velvety, handmade towels. As we talked, they informed me that Cindi had successfully completed her rites of passage, and was blessed by the Elders for the privilege of fatherhood. 

At dusk, I was given the mating elixir as I eagerly swallowed all of the syrup. This time, I didn't need to be forced. Afterwards, I was accompanied to the outer edge of the island where an isolated hut stood atop a lone mountain, bestowing a breathtaking view of the ocean and the surrounding island. It was truly magnificent, and my heart swelled with pride in the hopes that this would be the spot where Cindi would ultimately conceive a child with me. Walking beyond the crude hut, we came to an overlook where I saw my brave spouse awaiting my arrival. There, standing in just a skimpy loincloth and clutching a crude wooden spear in her left fist, Cindi proudly stood, surveying the majestic vista below... like a regal Queen inspecting all of her Kingdom. The mating drug had by now taken root, and I was ready for hard, sweaty sex with my hunky wife.

Before we met, all of us stopped in unison to take in the magnificent view of Cindi's brawny, muscular frame. My stare wandered across her mammoth shoulders, deluging in the forms of muscles dovetailing seamlessly into one another, rippling with power. Twisting as she brought her arm back to flex, it caused her limb into sharp relief, no softness left to allow pleading or casual acceptance. No, this was a bold statement of her power, that familiar rolling landscape condensed, exaggerated and exploded into a living monument to her strength, stripped back to the living rock. The symphonic flexing of perfectly sculpted, beautifully sleek muscles moving in a smooth rhythm, following some grand design. The magnificent straining of bulging, rippling sinew and flesh as it moved toward a higher purpose.

"Look at her," one of the elders spoke in a content tone. "Just the way a woman should be."

"Pure." Commented another elder.

"Her seed must be of pure gold, flaming and potent. It HAS to be." 

I gazed over a hard, angular bicep; veins pulsating at maximum flex. Still, my visual voyage carried on as Cindi heard us and turned as if in slow motion. I beheld a cape of muscle on the deeply scoured plains of her chest muscles, inches thick and meeting in the middle of the deep dark cleavage, two boulders in perfect symmetry, twitching occasionally with barely concealed power as she breathed, or shifted position. Her top washed diagonally across the outcrops like the white surf in a rocky bay, dropping down across her torso until it passed under the agrarian swell of a heavy breast, magically enhanced but filled with the same primal energy and delightful mystery as a tor, the softness contrasting and complimenting her heroic physique.

I sighed when her eyes caught mine, causing both of us to smile in recognition of the other's spirit. I remembered back to when we were the inseparable friends in 6th grade, and how fortuitous it was that our paths of our lives brought us here to this amazing bluff overlooking the vast ocean. Arousal flowed in my veins, as all I could think about was Cindi's amazing transformation from a adorable svelte girl in high school, to this amazingly huge, ripped woman of will and mass. For a second, I wished both of our parents and classmates could see us now, standing on this majestic precipice... on the eve of conception. 

"Oh Kris," Cindi sighed as she strutted towards me, giving me a glorious "movie moment" in seeing all of her tendons, ridges of deep veins knotting and flowing across her heroic chest. 

The vascular footpaths wended their way into and over the astounding ranges of her forearms, bathed in rich, chiaroscuro shadows and glinting orange highlights. The muscles under her bronzed skin writhing as she swayed those brawny hips at me, heavy striations cut into the flesh seeking to belly the staggering sweep of her form. 

I gasped at the sheer scale of Cindi. The swells and dales of muscle led upwards into the high peaks, even when relaxed, swathed in veiny outcroppings, towering massively and filled with strength beyond all reckoning. I swear on my grave that her upper arm could have fitted mine five times within it and I was by no means a small woman. Still, there was no part of those towering peaks which had been left untouched by my questing lips beforehand, no part that didn't seem to burst with power, wearing her skin like it was the finest of exotic silks. 

Stepping just inches from me, she pressed her forehead to mine as we closed our eyes, cherishing this moment of surreal existence. 

With that, the elders parted, knowing their presence was no longer needed. Without an utterance, we heard their footsteps as they left.

Slowly, my sweaty palms fluttered up along the rootlets and huge cords of muscle along her forearms, thinking of how good this felt-- how I couldn't wait until she was atop me. 

"I love how big you are," I gasped, as our eyes remained closed. "I hope our baby gets your size and strength."

"Ooooooooooooooh," cooed Cindi, bringing her lips to my forehead and cheek. "Just the thought of you carrying my child... It's all I thought about in the jungle."

"Oh Cyn, God I love you soooooo much," I began, softly kissing the lips of my brave heroin. "We were meant for this." 

Cindi's shredded arms scooped me up with no effort whatsoever. Like some scene from some romantic epic film, I was carried off to bed like a damsel in distress. I LOVED how small and fragile I felt in the arms of my woman. I had bed many women since my re-birth, but Cindi... the one true love of my life, was all together different. 

Cindi carried me into our rustic hut. I couldn't see the bed or surroundings as I was too focused on tracing the thick slice of Cindi's chiseled breast with my fingertip as she softly placed me on my back. The large pillows of our bed were soft, and felt good on my ass and thighs. 

"Great bed to get a girl pregnant." I thought to myself as Cindi planted the two tree trunks of her arms beside my face.

Cindi swept down to kiss me.

Curling my arms over her Herculean back, I melted below her, cooing and savoring her efforts with every ounce of my hope. This was finally it... the years of hard work and rebuilding myself, all of it to become worthy enough to mate with this woman. I motioned Cindi up so we could strap on one of the dozens of mating phalluses draped to the dry mud wall beside us. Standing on the dirt floor, Cindi stood in place as I grabbed a worn leather harness, clipping on the largest stalk within arm's reach. As I clamped the straps about her waist, Cindi lovingly massaged my smooth bald head, whispering sweet psalms as I finished, scooting back on our bed with a sly grin like a teenager about to lose her virginity. I reached out to Cindi as our hands entwined, guiding her hulking mass down slowly atop me.

The drug's affects made me dizzy as I looked down to see Cindi's cock come to life... it seemed to pulse and twitch, becoming animated all on its own. I reached down to circle its base as Cindi shuttered in crushing wonderment.

"Oh GAWD!!" yelped Cindi as her body recoiled in pleasure. "Ooooh baby, that feels incredible."

"It's the drug," I huffed before sinking my teeth into her tense tricep. "It makes you feel like its real."

"God it HAS to be real." she yelped as another jolt of ecstasy rippled throughout her muscular flesh.

I pointed her stalk at my dripping vulva, letting it slide up and down the buttery lips of my cunt. 

"Feel how amazing it is, baby." I hissed. 

Cindi balked, crashing down atop me in spine tingling ecstasy. Our mouths collided in a frantic kiss as my mouth muffled her groans. She bore into me as I exhaled in repose, for I knew all too well what she was experiencing. I briefly remembered my first time with Mother back at the compound, when she inducted me into the magical realm of female to female impregnation... now I knew why mother wanted me to experience it. Mother's words echoed in my mind as Cindi tried to cope with this thrilling new sensation. "You have to undergo the experience of the other, of what it is like for the seed bearer. To understand the worthiness of conception, you must step out of the realm of the female." 

"You're going to endure the agony of desire, hope, and ambition. To feel that raw twinge in your stomach when you look at my hips and feel that instinct to mate take over." I could hear mother whisper over and over again as Cindi's hot breath broiled my neck and shoulders. 

"Breathe, baby." I whispered to Cindi, taking a long swipe across her bald head with my eager tongue. "Breathe it in, slow... slow."  

"Ooooooh God, it feels... sooooo warm..." Cindi tried to comprehend the emotional nobility of being inside me.

Putting my hands on Cindi's chiseled hips, I drew her into me as her cock vanished between my folds, far into the depths of my warm loving womb. Cindi's eyes bulged as she inhaled, sounding like a wounded beast. I watched her contorted expressions, knowing EXACTLY how she felt when I felt did the same to mother those weeks ago. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH, Kris!!" Cindi screamed as loud as she could while seizures split her apart. "I.... inside you!!! I... I... I feel you."

I sighed, aware of the massive stalk sinking inside. As before, all doubts or questions were no where in my thoughts as this was ALL Cindi inside me. Now, for all of my 34 years, I could at long last say I had a real woman inside me. 

"Isn't it beautiful how good this feels," I started. "Knowing that we're making love for a child to be conceived?"

Cindi nodded yes, exhaling like she was running in a 20-mile marathon. Sweat had baptized her skull and brow as I cradled her whetted head to my bosom, welcoming her into my fertile garden.

"Inside you, baby," Cindi uttered with incredulity. "Really doing this... inside you, Kris."

"Yeeeeessssssssss," I hissed back at her as her length still filling me up. "Where you belong, baby."

Cindi did a half cry-moan as she kissed me once more, running her hands down the thickness of my hips, sliding under them to sink her fingernails in big ass. "Its like we fit so perfectly." 

"Ooooooooooh yea baby, we do." I hissed at her while swaddling her ear with my angry tongue. 

Cindi's broad, sweaty frame easily smothered me as Cindi tried to adjust to her newfound skill. God love her, she tried her best to find a hard steady rhythm, but the novelty of having a cock that FELT my dripping pussy was overwhelming her.

"So wet... oooooooh God, that's good," She somehow put to words. "God that is so good. GOD THAT IS SOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD."

I could hear the flailing mercies in her tone as her words blended into a long series of moans, grunts, and cries. Finally, Cindi gave a mighty thrust, burying all of her length in one mammoth plunge. I locked up, screaming out in glorious repose. I had NEVER felt anything inside me like this, let alone the sheer girth and length. I swear it felt like she had her entire arm inside as I my jaw clenched in lustful wrath.

"Ooooooooooh fuck yeah, baby!!" I cried out, feeling Cindi's pulse bottoming out against my cervix. 

"Stay inside me... yeah, just like that. Let me get used to you," I urged as Cindi gnawed the nape of my neck.

I clawed at her rock-like back, trying to clutch the solid muscles that cloaked her shoulders and spine, but the crushing size of my wife's phallus demolished my curiosity. My body locked up as countless blistering lights exploded in my mind's eye. It bordered on slight pain and discomfort, but within minutes, I had adjusted to my lovely bride's welcomed intrusion.

Sighing heavily, Cindi brought her cock out as we both looked down between us, seeing our bodies united by her glossy slick cock. 

"Joined." I whispered.

"Yeah," she panted before slowly stabbing me again. "Mating."

"Ooooooooh yeah, Cindi... so slow... so slow, baby." I moaned as the contrast between my motherly soft body and Cindi's Herculean frame made me shudder in exotic realism.

"So beautiful," I added. "You're everything I want, baby. Everything." 

Cindi trembled, coping with my verbal overture. 

"Who would've known," I started, running my heels along the backs of her taut calves and hamstrings. "When we were kids, we'd end up doing this? That you'd knock me up?"

Cindi cried out as if she has been shot, renewing her hold on my meaty ass joining mouths. Gone was the slow, balanced pace. In its stead was a woman hell bent on doing some serious fucking. It was as if I flipped a switch inside her when I said that. Cindi tore into me and began vacillating those brawny hips and ass, capturing the time-honored rhythm that only two people can truly understand. I grunted in breathtaking consent, urging her on and on with low, guttural cries for harder and deeper plunges.

The deafening claps of our bodies pounding together got to me... I had only heard this once before when I was married to a man years ago, and even then, it paled in comparison as to what a WOMAN was doing to me at this moment. My ex just never understood the emotional and spiritual depth I craved for so many years. Sex was nothing more than a "hurry up and get it over" ordeal... but this, this was something unworldly that overloaded every sense I had. 

God, if men could only know what precious gift they had been born with...

The power behind Cindi's thrusts, the incestuous need in her strength and exertions... it was every stab was one deep into my heart, body and soul. 

The best part about this was that Cindi could go all night if we wanted. There would be no "cumm and run" routine. My spouse had the courage, zeal, and determination to knock me up no matter how long it would take. 

"Fuck me like this." I said, lifting my legs up so that they rested atop the bedrock of her shoulders. Cindi quickly conceded as I could tell she had a new addiction. 

"Ooooooooooooooooooh my GAWD, your ass feels so good like that." She yelped, lowering her head, defeated by the crushing ecstasy. "Sooooooooooooooooo good."

"Yeah?" I shot back.

"Ooooh fuck yeah baby. FUCK yeah," she replied, now putting her back into it, thrusting at me like a well-oiled machine.

The harsh hue of the sunlight from outside lit Cindi up like a statue of living art. The radiating sunshine highlighted every drop of sweat and throbbing muscle on her frame as she hurled back and forth into me. I loved this... I fucking loved how powerful my wife was, and how much she wanted me. A girl just knows these things when they make love, or if their spouse is "into" the moment. It was the singular most honest moment two women could experience together as one. 

I watched her mighty chest throb and pulse with each plunge, adoring the flexing and twisting of her amazing body. How she breathed and gasped as my ass absorbed every wonderful lunge. I almost cried just thinking about the unwavering, eternal love Cindi had for me, and how much she wanted to conceive a child. There was just something so raw and powerful when two people come together for the sole purpose of conceiving a child... it takes sex to an entirely new level of consciousness. 

"Bet you can see my belly swelling all up now, can't you, baby?" I growled at her.

"Hoooooooo GAWD!" Cindi yelped, blasting me with three or four potent thrusts. 

"You gonna love it when you see this shit all knocked up, cuz you'll know you made me that way." I answered back.

Cindi lost it, bearing down on me like a madman. Her big virile hands splayed across my caramel thighs and hips, drawing me into her as she lifted me off the bed. I flipped up as she easily held my body in her grasp, allowing me to bounce up and down at will. I did just that as I insinuated that Cindi sit back and let her wife do the work. Curling my hands about her head, I pulled her face in the deep cleavage of my bosom, hoping to suffocate her with my big tits. Cindi's arms wrapped around my waist, easily controlling my body as my pussy engorged her cock. I rode her like a prized stallion, crying and screaming for her seed over and over again as Cindi met my push for thrust each time. 

I balanced myself on her defined, angled contours of shoulders and neck, bracing myself for more vigorous power fucking. 

"Oooooh you sexy stud you," I bellowed. "You're better than any man alive. You were born to fuck."

"Born to fuck YOU." Cindi replied, holding my ass with the courage of a thousand women. 

"Hoooooooo fucking shit, baby." I cried out before tonguing Cindi's jaw, neck and face over and over again like some savage brute.

"We're mating." Cindi whimpered.

"Ooooooooooooooh my GAWD yeeeeesss." I cried back to her.

"Make... you pregnant," she said, as if to reassure herself of the truth of it all. "Really gonna do it."

"You better," I answered. "Otherwise we'll stay here for the rest of our lives until you do."

"Oooooh yeah!!" Cindi said, burying her face in my tits at the exact moment her cock buried itself in me too. 

"You look so good atop me like this," She said, lifting her face up from my cleavage. "Those sweet big tits in my face... your big sweet ass in my hands."

I groaned, sinking my fingernails into her rock hard shoulders. "I love fucking a big stud woman like you... all big and muscular. Love how your tits are nothing but hard muscle now."

Cindi whimpered as her eyes fluttered closed. "Yeeeessssss." She tried to mouth.

I knew she liked it when I started talking trash, so I decided to turn it up.

"Always knew you'd be beautiful like this," I continued. "Bigger and better than ANY man."

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yeah!!!" Cindi screamed, running her hands up and down my back, ass, and thighs.

"Love how you don't even look like a woman, all beefy and studded up," I yelled before kissing her. "All bald and sexy... the way a REAL woman should be."

Cindi really got into it now, thrusting up at me with vigor and stamina.

"I look at you, and all I wanna do is knock you up," She implored, curling her upper lip at me like a wanton beast. "Want the whole world to see you're mine."

"Mother of your child." I followed.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck yeah, Kris... FUCK YEAH!!!" Cindi roared out.

"Mother of OUR children, OUR CHILDREN!!!" I shot back as my words reinvigorated her once more.

"Want a dozen kids with you." She murmured between thrusts. "Always want you... pregnant."

Cindi began balking repeatedly, shivering and jolting in violent quakes. Orgasm took her hostage, as I knew it... It was then I felt the luscious elixir began to explode into my womb. It didn't erupt as like a man, but I could tell the friction of our fucking eroded had the thin skin on Cindi's phallus, filling me with a river of potent female seed. The sensation seized my body, locking me up as the throes of orgasm took hold. My head flung back as I screamed in rapture as my wife tried her best to not let go of me... my legs thrashed as I bowed and twisted like a possessed demon as the surreal concept of a woman impregnating me overwhelmed my mind, body, and soul. In my mind, all I could focus on was becoming pregnant as images of my swollen belly flashed across my mind's eye... 




A Primitive Hope Ch. 04



Cindi's strength yanked me back up to embrace her, coming face to face to her as we avowed our love to each other over and over in breathless ministrations. Just as we did hours before, we pressed our foreheads together in the sensual reality that we had possibly conceived a child at that very moment. Catching our breath, we stayed just like this, joined by her cock in me... arm in arm... words were simply not needed at this moment as I held my sweat soaked wife for all she was worth. 

The day's sunlight faded as nightfall was upon us. Cindi had built a small fire in the hearthstone that gave our dwelling a beautiful orange glow. There was no electricity, no running water... no sign or semblance of anything of the modern world. It was the perfect atmosphere to focus solely on each other. As I sat between Cindi's tree trunk legs, we stared into the licking flames of the fire before us. I smiled, thinking how ironic it was that despite all the technology and advances in life, none of it really mattered when it came down to it... mating was as primal and timeless as it should be. No need for tricks, technology, or science. 

It was as it should be... primitive and raw.

The quiet stillness of the night has set in as we lay side by side next to the fire, listening to the popping and crackling of the wood. I watched my brave heroine sleep; staring at all the deep shadows her raised muscles cast... 

Two weeks later...

The days passed in a dreamlike blur. I couldn't tell what day was what as all that mattered was making love. It was in the late afternoon when I first felt sick to my stomach. I woke that morning feeling rather good too, as if every synapse in my body was aware of something good... something pure. Cindi was out gathering wood when I sat down to pull myself together. I immediately knew why I was ill, and prayed for this to be it. 

That night, Cindi and I spent hours in the nearby Hot Springs pool. It was a small, exquisite refuge for the chilly nights when Cindi and I could bathe each other and bask in the warmth of our eternal love. On this night, Cindi and I shared the razor left for us by the Elders as we lovingly shaved away the stubble on our skulls. The expulsion of our hair had become almost second nature in our lives. The slow, methodical act still held the same captivating ecstasy to it, never rushing the ritualistic experience whatsoever. As it was my turn, I was behind Cindi shaving her head as the steam from the water made for the perfect romantic ambience. Watching the glossy, bald skin left in the razor's wake, I couldn't help but get aroused. 

"You're so sexy," I whispered to my spouse. "So big... so thick."

"Mmmmmmmmm." Murmured Cindi. "Bet you say that to all the girls."

I smiled as I finished the shave, cupping two handfuls of hot water to rinse the bald, hairless skull. As the water cascaded down her face, Cindi exhaled in breathless awe of her (now) smooth head. With that, I hugged her from behind as my large breasts shrouded her head.

"Hoooooooooooooooooooo." Cindi exhaled as I fondly stroked her mighty chest and shoulders. 

"I'm pregnant." I whispered in her ear. 

Cindi nearly leapt from the bath, grabbing my shoulders in profound joy.

"What? Are you sure?" she anxiously demanded as we both shared the same smile of hope and confidence.

"I know," I answered. "I feel something in me... a change... my body knows."  

That night, the Elders confirmed our premonition, that I was indeed pregnant. It was amazing how they knew. All they did was look in my eyes, and press their hands to my stomach to confirm it. Cindi and I both acted like two teenagers as we leapt into each other's arms, kissing and jumping about in sheer delight. Our intense, loving efforts had paid off. Cindi kept kneeling down to put her ear to my belly, stroking it and talking to our child. The elders were also happy with our tidings. 

After we calmed down a bit, the elders brought us back to reality with a series of instructions as to what came next. I was to be surrendered to the Gods for "fermenting" as our Guide explained it. I was to be bound to a wooden cross, and hoisted high into the heavens for three days and nights while wearing an ancient looking glass plate, or "gild" as they called it. This plate would harness the rays of the sun, essentially fermenting my wife's seed flowing throughout my womb. I would not have food, as I would be forced to fast, cleansing my body for our child. It was sudden and very odd, but I didn't care... for Cindi and our child's sake, I would do it without any question whatsoever.

The next morning, Cindi awoke me before sunrise, taking me outside to the edge of the cliff. With an early morning makeout, Cindi pointed me to the crude wooden cross on the ground below. I quickly layed down on it without even thinking as Cindi set out to bind my wrists with some old frazzled rope we had found in the hut. Stripped of my meager shreds of clothing, I felt as if I was to be a sacrifice to the Goddess of Fertility herself as I peacefully watched myself be bound like an unruly beast. Cindi did the same to my ankles as I had a small ledge that allowed me to stand. Then, Cindi lovingly applied a greasy balm to my lower stomach, anchoring the glass gild to my wide, motherly hips with a soft kiss to my abdomen. 

Just as the first rays of the day's sun rose across the horizon, Cindi hunched over me for one last, everlasting kiss before hoisting me up into the sky. She told me that this ritual wasn't just for me; she too had a strict regiment of intense spiritual and physical meditation that the elders prescribed for her as well. 

The cross must have stood twenty feet in the air as I was given a beautiful panoramic vista of the ocean and island below me. Cindi easily lifted and positioned the heavy cross, anchoring it into the ground as I watched her marvelous body flex and grind away. I tried to guess how much all of that must have weighed, and smiled in the understanding that my beefy wife could so easily handle it with little to no effort. After I was set in place, Cindi gave me to the sunshine and elements as the elders instructed. I felt somewhat abandoned, but reminded myself this was a time proven ritual that had to be followed to the strictest detail if we were to conceive our child.

The morning gave way to the grating daylight sun. The ropes that held me began to trouble me as I did my best to keep my focus. On the second day, I was swimming in and out of consciousness, aware of the distinct life force in my belly. Soon, I couldn't tell what was reality and fantasy as I relived the countless hours Cindi and I spent making love. I would open my eyes to see the ocean below me before imagining swabbing Cindi's delicious taut ass with my eager tongue... or feeling her mount me like a true champion as she took me in every way a woman could be. It was fantastically agonizing in every way. 

I couldn't remember what I was saying or crying for as the dementia of the brutal sunlight took its toll on me. I had heard stories where people lost in the desert would suffer from psychotic breakdowns. Mine was similar, yet tinged with a profound sensual awareness I had never experienced. I had been bound, gagged, and caged like an animal back in Las Vegas, yet this was different... all because a child was growing within my womb. It felt as if my physical being was undergoing a vast transformation... a sensual, exotic metamorphosis of the highest order. 

I would occasionally get a waterlogged sponge lifted to me, allowing me to gulp down some much-needed water. By now, I was lost in a self-induced haze of madness and lust as I openly cried for my captor's benevolence. I assumed it was Cindi who lifted the sponge to me on a long wooden staff. I couldn't see who it was as it had a large hook mounted atop its peak, coming up from behind me. I openly wept as the sponge began to lather my sun-scorched flesh. Never before would I have imagined becoming pregnant would embody such emotional and physical fulfillment. 

My extraordinary journey had brought me full circle. I felt pure... I felt alive.

Coming down...

By the time I was brought down at sunrise of my fourth day, I was lost in a blazing abyss of hazy nirvana. I had completely given up on being freed or eating food ever again. Yet before me was a warm smile and a fearless kiss from my spouse, that was my reward. Freeing my gashed wrists and ankles, Cindi carried my sun beaten body in her arms. Cindi told me later that she had never seen such a look of utter narcosis in a woman's eyes. 

I couldn't remember much, except that I was carrying my wife's baby. I remember being placed in a crude horse drawn carriage as I was taken back to the village. For the next two weeks, I was tended to every minute of every day until I regained my composure. Cindi and I had now been placed in the most ornate bungalow on the island with a team of four lovely natives cared for me as Cindi's seed set root in my loving womb. I was eating again and felt absolutely wonderful as Cindi and I settled in for a nine-month period of pleasure in every known way imaginable.

I started showing around the second month, constantly marveling at the fact I was knocked up by another woman. I considered myself blessed to be living out so many other women's dreams. The months I had spent as a lowly vassal busting rocks in the brutal desert, living like my ancestors did thousands of years before, to hunt and grow my own food... to know what it was like to exist and struggle for survival. The superficial life I had lived before back in Chicago as a lonely housewife-- a overweight and out of shape shadow of my true self, now flourished and teemed with another woman's life growing in my belly. I had given the greatest gift of myself to my wife-- without fear, doubt, or hesitation.  

I had truly been reborn.

Birth... 

I gave birth to our daughter on the last night of the full moon of harvest. The high priestesses and elders had gathered at our hut at sunset in their archaic ceremonial garb as my contractions had begun the day before. In a difficult few hours of pain and overwhelming pleasure, Cindi and I welcomed the birth of our daughter in a torrent of tears, smiles, and many loving kisses. The High Priestess took our daughter, lifting her to the sky to proclaim her life as one of profound love and discovery for all to love and worship her. The entire island had gathered for the birth, massing together in a three-day celebration of invocation, meditation, and unending sex with whatever sweaty body they could find. I watched with glowing pride as my attractive wife held her baby daughter in those ripped, angled arms of hers... Cindi's hulking mass of brawn and power; now softened and serene by a newborn child. 

After three months, the Elders visited Cindi and I after a much-needed day at the beach with our baby girl. They wanted to know when we would be leaving to return to our compound in Las Vegas. Almost simultaneously, Cindi and I admitted we wanted another baby, asking if we could stay for a while longer. Our impulsive request was graciously approved as the next morning; we set back out to the barbaric hut atop the island's mountaintop. Our mating ritual was about to start all over again.

Our journey took a much welcomed turn when conceiving our second child, I surprised Cindi by taking the role of the seed bearer, if at least just for one night. It was a lewd, but thrilling turn, as I easily became the ravager-- overpowering my muscular seductress with little to no struggle. The phenomenal sensation of mounting a woman twice my size... who could so easily break me... a woman laced with such thick, tastefully adorned muscles was about to be taken by a woman so less her equal. 

Guiding Cindi to her knees, we made out across her shoulder for a duration that couldn't be counted in seconds, maybe not even in minutes -- it was a sweet, lusty kiss that could go on forever as far as I was concerned. The thrill of this role reversal marinated our senses to a lecherous cognizance. Just knowing I could coerce a woman Cindi's size made me swell with eager eroticism.

She loved feeling my big tits billow upon her back. With the mating potion in full swing, the familiar pang of commanding urgency knotted by stomach. As last time, there had been a few "seedless" phalluses left behind for us, just in case a scenario like this arose. Nothing mattered more than to be inside my Goliath... to share in the glory of devoted intercourse with her. I wanted to know what it was like to actually have sex with a muscle woman-- to stab her to the core and watch her strength and authority recede in her eyes with each beloved thrust. The intoxicating thrill made my spine tingle. 

My hands cajoled her tight hips, tracing their hard, rigid form. With both of us on our knees, I tediously gyrated against her ass, massaging her ripped stomach and taut breasts. Cindi felt so amazing like this... like a woman in true sumptuousness. I felt as if my affections had to melt away all the stone-like brawn to reach her loving core... 

"Gonna fuck you," I slurped in her ear. "Soooo deep."

"Hooooooooooooooooooo yea." Cindi cooed back, trying to wrest my tongue from my mouth. 

I wangled my hands around those mountainous shoulders of hers, massaging their vast roundness as our liplock held true... I opened my eyes to see look down at her abounding chest illuminated by the soft warmth of the nighttime candlelight. My blood boiled just by that sight, as my involuntary reaction was to push Cindi down on her elbows, which I did without missing a beat. Cindi sighed as her ass now faced me with unfettered relief. I salivated like an unruly beast as I ogled at Cindi's burly, stout backside, running my greedy palms across the tissued hardness of her beautiful ass. For as many years as Cindi trained and exercised, there was still the delicious cellulite that gave her backside a round fullness I so loved. 

"Oooooooooooooh fuck baby." squalled Cindi, swaying her derriere in a long, selfish rhythm. 

I lost it... 

I fell, burying my face between her cheeks. Both hands clawed at each globe as my tongue swabbed the full length of her crack. Her pussy dripped with blistering heat, desperately tonguing at her core with the knowledge I was about to pound it out of my own greediness. Cindi did a half screech/moan as my tongue tasted her womanhood, swallowing what I could before rising to my knees again... returning to my rightful perch behind her...

I took my "cock" in hand, brushing its head across her moistened pussy. I winced, feeling the amazing heat that made the moment so real for us both. 

"This must be what its like for a man." I told myself, feeling the mating tonic bring out the beast from within. 

I adored this feeling, plain and simple. Below me was a perfectly willing woman giving her self to me freely. How could I be so truly blessed? 

With a shiver of anxiety, I pushed the head forward, feeling its crown "swallowed" by Cindi's loving cunt. The electricity of this simple act crippled me. Breathless in awe, I felt my body tremble as I pulled my "cock" out once more before sinking it back in slowly. Cindi felt sooooooooooo good inside... so good. I let go of the massive stalk, resting both hands on her hips as our timeless performance began. 

Cindi's ass began kissing my abdomen as we arrived at an instinctive, steady rhythm. Although I knew my "cock" had no potency or seed within, it still crippled me knowing I could do this to a woman twice my size. My head swayed as I somehow looked up, marveling at the phenomenal tactility of mating with a woman... the awareness I suddenly felt... the empowering motility. I wanted to rush it, but slow it down... 

"Fuck," I blabbed, watching Cindi's back muscles flinch, exert, and swell in tune with my actions. "Really doing this."

I thrust into her with all of my will, ultimately planting my "cock" all the way inside my beloved wife. The penetration locked Cindi up, gasping for air as I could feel her pussy muscles contract about my "cock". I grabbed her by her colossal trapezius muscles, "locking" us together with one last push to really hammer it home... 

"Ooooooooooooooooooh my GAWD baby!!" screamed Cindi, hammering down an angry fist into the bed. 

The drug erased whatever femininity I had left as I really swung my hips at her, thrashing and bucking at Cindi with the strength and concentration of a teenage boy. I still couldn't believe how the drug made me feel every thrust and twitch of the cock-- how it truly became an unswerving extension of me and my will. It felt as if I was sliding my "cock" in and out of a vat of scalding oil. I closed my eyes, quietly thanking the Gods of power and mercy for this priceless moment.

Cindi hurled her ass back at me, meeting my push for thrust in similar endurance. She looked back at me across her shoulder... her lip curled in angry eroticism, begging for depth as I could only concede in tearful amazement. Still clutching her sexy trapezius muscles, I dug my feet in by her knees so that my every pound I had could work to our advantage. My "sawing" now had the full impact of my weight, which made Cindi completely deranged. A thin sheen of perspiration coated Cindi's beefy body, which made our fucking that much more spine tingling. She screamed for more... I faithfully complied... she begged for depth... I strove for it emotionally, spiritually, and physically. 

I looked down, watching my stalk sink, stab, disappear then reappear in rapid gestures of loving grace. Was I REALLY doing this? The impossibility of it all made me fall on Cindi's back, smothering my motherly breasts to her strapping wet back. I put Cindi's throat in my arm-- "hooking" her in as my efforts redoubled in intensity. The thrill of this new hold on my wife seared my will to hers... 

"I love you." I gushed.

"Hoooo," Cindi answered in breathless exertion. "I love you, baby... soooooo much." She continued as the power of my thrusts made her voice vacillate.  

This fuck would be one for the time capsule. 

Afterward...  

We ended up living on the island for three very good and fruitful years on Eileithyia. I had given Cindi two more beautiful daughters when we finally returned to our desert home in Nevada. It was good to be back as a throng of new and familiar faces greeted us. As we made our way in, I was dumbfounded by what I saw waiting for us... a majestic twenty foot marble statue of Cindi and I together, with her standing like the true Goddess she was, lifting those mighty pillars of her arms towards the heavens. And I, knelt beside her grasping onto her solid, monolith leg looking up at her in pure wonderment. Cindi's primal depiction took my breath away. She looked so beautiful, enshrined for all eternity as a living Goddess of the highest command. And there I was, at her feet, nude and ready to mate... just as I should be.

The sculpture stood proudly below the cupola foyer, illuminated by the divine afternoon sun. Both of us stood for a few moments just taking in the reverence and perfection that our statue stood for. 

"Its for all to see and honor," a familiar, loving voice said from behind us.

We turned to see mother sauntering out to us with a tender smile, adorned in an elegant, yet thin whitish robe. "It is the highest privilege we have ever given a woman and her wife." She said as she took us in her welcoming arms. 

Both Cindi and I hugged mother's warm, shapely body as we doused her with many loving kisses. Hand in hand, we all stepped back to gaze at the towering statue in awe.

"Just as it should be." She said. 

Just then, my left hand rolled down mother's curved hip and rounded ass, gently grasping a handful of her meaty backside.




A Primitive Hope Ch. 04



"You're just as beautiful as you were when we left." I said to her, cocking my eyebrow in subtle temptation. 

Mother lowered her face, catching my wanton stare as my fingers groped the matured goodness of the backside I had tongued three years ago. Her burning teal eyes rendered me weak with dashing lust. That familiar pang of need knotted my stomach at the same time my hand became more daring in kneading the globe of mother's buxom ass. Stepping to me, mother's flaming breath cascaded across my face and neck as I moaned in forbidden infatuation. 

In a soft, almost faint voice, mother said, "Did my baby girl miss her mother?"

I shuddered, hearing those sweet taboo words voiced by her lusty, erotic tone.

"So much, mother." I barely replied. "So much."

I felt Cindi's virile hands cup my shoulders, encouraging me with her deep intoxicating voice.

"We both missed you, mother." Cindi privately added.

With a wry smile, mother took us both by the hand, leading us to the elevator a few feet away. Cindi and I both knew what mother had in store for us, and we both strode with a little more bounce in our step. With our midwifes caring for the children, the three of us set out to mother's imperial suite. The elevator ride bored us, as mother remained impartial to our obvious desires. Now at 37, the ravenous sexuality within made me feel as if a teenager all over again. Mother just had that affect on us... that subtle simplicity to turn us on by a mere look, or a cocked eyebrow. 

We made our way inside mother's lush private quarters as the familiar greenery and marble floors glowed in the afternoon sunlight. I loved her private berth, and how exquisite it was to even be inside it. Mother sauntered ahead of us as Cindi and I couldn't take our eyes off her striking figure... that fine, hourglass voluptuousness casting its intoxicating spell on us, leaving us spellbound in her sultry wake. I heard a long sigh from Cindi as I looked to see her watching mother's large, fertile hips sway from side to side. I too saw the incredible vista of those two full moons of taut, ripe ass jiggle and bounce from each step. We both looked at one another, sharing an amazed look of "Can you believe this?" 

Mother gracefully strolled up a small altar-like marble chantry as she pressed two buttons, sealing the windows as darkness fell over us. Faint, yet warm lighting now illuminated the room, dark enough for a perfect seduction. Both Cindi and I stood at the steps of her altar, attentive to mother's every move. Mother began to light what looked like a unity candle, gradually bringing the flame to the wick-- as if that in itself were a sexual overtone. Everything mother did exuded pure sexuality and lust... the way she looked at you, the way she walked and carried herself. 

"You both want to make love with me, yes?" mother softly suggested.

Both Cindi and I barely nodded yes, captivated in the hushed mists of eroticism.

Facing us, mother raised both arms, shifting the top of her gown past her glazed, tan shoulders.

"Oh my God." Cindi breathlessly sighed.

Mother's delicate robe flowed down her bare, supple arms, revealing a splendid vista of divine matronly flesh. Bare breasted and free, mother delicately stepped out of the fabric pooled at her ankles. I couldn't take my eyes off that shapely contour... the sweeping curve from her buxom breasts to the flat stomach... the wide tapered flair from her waist to hips, and how broad they were. Just as before, one word filled my thoughts... "fertile".

"Come to me, my daughters." Mother urged as she sauntered slowly down from the marble altar.

The golden accent of candlelight illuminated mother's sultry shape and flank, darkening her midsection. Cindi sighed as mother lifted both hands to us, accepting her speechless proposal for untold riches within her forbidden embrace. 

"Oh mother." Cindi sighed, giving in to her hexing elegance.

Mother cupped Cindi's jaw in her palm, motioning her closer for their first kiss in a myriad of years. Watching their impassioned kiss robbed me of breath... seeing Cindi's hulking body tower over mother... the contrast in their body sizes made me dizzy. My God, Cindi could easily squash our mother with one simple flex of her thick, columnar arm. 

The dribbling warmth of Mother and Cindi's kiss was so clear and apparent. Mother's hands carefully lifted up, fluttering atop the swells and crests of Cindi's brawny chest ever so slowly. Like me, she too was beguiled by large taut muscle, so I could empathize with mother's striking touch. Soon, mother's hands eased off Cindi's dirty tunic from Eileithyia. I shook my head in open-mouthed awe, watching the filthy straps slide down the wide mountains of Cindi's shoulders, only to pool at her ankles far below. I heard Cindi whimper like a helpless child once she was nude. This gave Cindi the possibility to take mother in her arms, and she did without hesitation. 

"Mother," implored Cindi in her lowly, raspy voice I so loved. "My God, I love you."

Cindi couldn't take anymore and quickly scooped mother up in her arms, swinging her nude flesh up high for a triumphant kiss. Mother's arms draped about her huge shoulder and neck muscles, suckling on Cindi's tongue with a fondness I knew all to well. With that, Cindi easily carried her mother off to the master suite as I stood back and watched my wife's hulking mass effortlessly carry mother's shapely physique. Stepping into the white elevator, I smiled to myself, knowing that I should let them be.

"Kristen, love?" Mother inquired.

"Yes, mother?" I replied.

"Won't you be joining your wife and I?" she asked.

"Only if you both wish it." I answered.

Both Cindi and Mother gazed back at me with loving smiles. Mother had her head resting atop Cindi's beautiful muscular breast, glowing in lissome self-satisfaction.

"We do." Echoed Cindi.

I sauntered toward them as we made our way to mother's lavish suite. Finally back inside the plush chambers of mother's lair, Cindi took mother to the silk-sheeted bed, draped in ivory white veils. I loved watching their expressions and actions as Cindi carefully split apart the veils, placing mother on her back before crawling atop her. Cindi smothered her small frame in a myriad of muscle, moist kisses, and pure power. I couldn't even see mother's body by the time I got closer to the bed. All I could make out were mother's delicate hands caressing Cindi's hard, thickset arms and shoulders repeatedly. Mother's fingertips skimmed across the deep angled rivers of brawn, tracing their twitching thickness. Now on the bed with them, I watched mother's fingers gracefully tread across Cindi's back like a swan on a still pond. Mother cooed as she caressed and smoothed the vast ocean of brawn and fiber. Then, mother's palms drifted up, cradling Cindi's head.

"Gonna need a shave soon." Purred mother, simulating her palms as if a razor.

With a thirsty kiss, Cindi moaned in agreement, wrapping mother's shapely flesh in those thick arms of hers. Cindi rolled atop her, bearing down on mother to assure her of her forbidden intentions. I quickly scooted over, seeing mother's large breasts pillow out against rock solid muscle. I sighed in awe, crippled by the stunning contrast between the noteworthy couple. Cindi's mouth burrowed deep within the nape of mother's neck, drawing her large claw-like hands all across mother's thick legs and savory thighs. Pinning mother down, Cindi was in total control and both mother and I loved it. 

Like a graceful concerto, mother's glossy tan legs lifted upward, slowly coming down to lock themselves behind Cindi's taut ass. Ignited by the gesture, Cindi began humping herself against her pseudo mother, curving and flexing every immense muscle in that big sexy body of hers. Mother's ankles fastened as she responded with equal vigor, clutching and clawing at Cindi's tone back and shoulders. 

"Fuck." Swore Cindi, suckling from the goodness of mother's plentiful left breast. 

"God," cried mother in reverence. "God, you're so big baby-- huge."

Her words were like gasoline to an open fire... Cindi revived her hold on mother, hungrily feeding and chewing on both fleshy breasts. 

Something was missing... something primitive-- more rough was needed. By this point, I was going on all instinct, and then the answer hit me. 

I leapt from the bed, going to mother's chest of drawers nearby. Throwing open the top drawer, I found a throng of mother's exotic strap-ons, numerous body oils, and what looked to be like a vile of dark syrup. I instantly knew what it was... it was the same potion that Cindi and I drank during our mating ritual back on Eileithyia. The elixir that tore down all mental barriers of male or female personifications... drawing out the inner will to procreate with the will of all humanity.

With the vile in hand and the two of the thickest strap-ons, I darted back to the bed. Popping off the lid, I poured the entire vile in my mouth, lunging at Cindi for a mouth to mouth kiss of the elixir. The potion flowed from my mouth in a myriad of tongues and tonic... Cindi didn't resist, swallowing my offering in one brave gulp. 

"Don't take the whole thing!" mother protested as Cindi and I gave no heed to her warning. "Oh my GAWD, you're only supposed to have a drop of it!! Fucking hell!"

I paid no attention to our mother's bitching, instead I bore down on her with a good sum of the sour mating potion still in my mouth. Mother angrily defied my liplock at first before Cindi's resolute grip and forearms held her face still. 

"You fucking savage," mother hissed at me as I floated above her lips in a hazy mist of lust and greed. "You have no clue what you're facing." 

My reply was a fiendish grin before Cindi pinched mother's nostrils together, forcing her mouth wide open. She fought us, but was no match for Cindi's sensual strength. I slowly lowered my mouth to mother's, coddling a long trickle of elixir and saliva from my lips, and into mother's agape mouth. She coughed at first before Cindi abruptly shoved her mouth shut. 

"You're gonna do this, and you're gonna thank us for it later." Cindi urged into mother's trembling ear.

I sealed my lips to mothers, hungrily easing my body atop hers. I don't know what came over me, but I liked it a lot. It was reckless... careless... without fear. 

Now breast to breast and mouth to mouth, Mother fought me as Cindi kept her nostrils shut. I had never been so ferocious in my entire life, but something inside kept me on course. 

"Swallow." Commanded Cindi. "Do it-- you don't have a choice."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph." Mother fought and twisted, needing oxygen to survive.

Finally, she broke as we heard the luscious gulp. Mother swallowed our mating potion.  

I broke our soggy kiss, letting mother out from Cindi's hold. She leapt from our bed, gasping for air as Cindi gave chase. Taking mother in her full beefy arms, she and Cindi began to feel the effects of the captivating potion. I too started to get light headed as Cindi devoured mother's mouth with hers. Mother initially fought back as Cindi cornered her. Cindi ravaged her mouth as mother's fists thrashed at Cindi's mountainous back, eventually slowing to grope the endless bluffs and canyons of hard enchanting muscle. 

It was exotically divine watching mother's resistance ebb as the couple gradually slid down the corner behind mother. Their liplock spilt as mother screamed like a savage brute. I could barely make out anything said as the toxin swept me off to a place I never knew existed. The outbursts of intense emotion blurred beyond all understanding as visions of Cindi and mother making love were the forefront of my hallucination. 

Cindi had mother up against the wall with her thighs wrapped about Cindi's waist. Cindi's hands tugged and pulled at mother's wide ass while mother's hands caressed Cindi's smooth bald head. Cindi's ass began to thrust up as the force of Cindi's strength thumped mother against the wall. I loved it... seeing mother's anger and rage gone, transposed by an instinctive desire to devour Cindi whole. 

"You fucking beast." Mother hissed at Cindi-- slithering her tongue past Cindi's lips as two long cords of saliva dribbled from their mouths. 

"Mmmmmphh" Cindi replied, spinning mother back around, tossing her back to the bed, across the room at least ten to twelve feet.

Mother landed flat on her back, fretted by my wife's amazing power. 

"Get over here and knock this shit up." Seethed mother as she swung around, up on her knees.

Mother moved like a 16-year-old girl... age, wrinkles, and time were utterly erased. I instantly knew what had to be done. 

I hustled to Cindi-not for one second taking her eyes off mother's beguiling pose. Hell, I couldn't blame her... who could? 

As Cindi strutted to the bed, I did my best to tether the crude leather harnesses around her strapping waist. I stepped back to watch Cindi corner mother on the bed, marveling at the heavenly V taper of Cindi's wide back to the small of her waist... those huge bulky arms dangling from her torso. Cindi circled mother like a predator about to pounce its prey. 

Cindi crawled up on the bed as mother reached out to her. 

"You're gonna fuck me, aren't you?" Mother hinted as her breath grew shallow.

Cindi barely nodded yes as she took mother by the back of the neck, pulling her mouth to hers for one more lasting kiss. Cindi's arms toppled mother as all she could do was embrace Cindi from below. I sighed in absorbing wonderment, keenly aware of their actions and feelings. It was as if I somehow astro-projected my being inside these women. I could sense mother's wonder in groping Cindi's acres of thick back muscle... my heart was thrashing in my chest. I broke out in a heavy sweat, lying on the bed beside the attentive pair. A quick glance toward mother as I saw a familiar look in her eyes as she stared at Cindi's back, yearning to trace the lines where Cindi's skin rose and dipped from the elevated beef. 

I watched the gates of Heaven open wide; showcasing the most invaluable act two women could possibly share. Tears were shed as new depths were hounded. Fears were uprooted and every imaginable fantasy was championed for an entire week before I could get Cindi back to my bed. Cindi simply gave mother the working over of her life.

Our romance with mother blossomed. We welcomed her into our marriage as the three of us watched our three daughters grow into beautiful young women. Cindi and I's firstborn, Lyssa, was the first to marry and make the voyage to Eileithyia. All three of our daughters embraced the importance of living primitive and understanding the rich heritage of our inherent culture. 

There were days when I would spend sun up to sun down busting rocks, just as I did when I first arrived. New recruits were never a scarce commodity as I took over the duties of overseer of the new arrivals... the head shaves, training, and muscle development were proud cornerstones of our society as some would embrace their call to power and size, while others happily nursed their maternal instincts. It was a perfectly balanced domain where a woman could find herself, free from the world's shameful expectations.

On the calm desert nights when the moon would shine down on Cindi and I in our berth, I would think back to the magnificent days spent back on Eileithyia, strung up on that ancient cross that held so many women before. The indistinct yet honored ritual of letting nature stew a child from within... 

A perfect rite, all drawn from A Primitive Hope.



THE END