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Amazon

By: Ashson



I was going up the Amazon with a small party to locate a lost tribe. It was quite unexpected from my point of view. I'm an anthropologist, but a very junior one, and I wasn't the first choice. Professor Anderson was scheduled to go but she fell sick. 

Now the terms of the financing deal stated that at least one of the members of the team had to be female (don't you just love political correctness) and there aren't that many female anthropologists about.

There are some of us but the only ones who were considered had to turn down the offer with apologies. 

(That is if you consider Professor Grey's comment an apology. I believe her answer went something along the lines of "the only way you'll get me into that green hell is to drag my bleeding corpse there, and even that will be screaming and struggling".)

So the offer was tended to me. After hearing what Professor Grey had said I was tempted to turn down the offer, but it was pointed out that Professor Grey had tenure and I didn't. Put like that, I agreed.

So our little group went sailing up the Amazon. Paddling actually. Where we were going we were stuck with canoes to get there.

Leader of our little group was Doctor Kurt Fitzgerald, with an alphabet of credentials following his name. He was tall and distinguished, still in his thirties. A handsome, intelligent and charismatic man.

Second in charge was Doctor Benjamin Jones. Plus credentials, but not as many as Kurt. If Kurt hadn't been there for a comparison, Benjamin would have stood out in any crowd. The description I attributed to Kurt could also be given to Benjamin, but to a lesser degree.

Then where was me, little Sophia, still studying and along to make up numbers. Enough said about me.

Finally there was the guide, Ramon. He had a large amount of native blood in him, but I don't think he was pure bred of any particular race. He was a greasy, smelly and generally creepy character who seemed to know where we were going. 

So the four of us took off up the Amazon. I admit I did have qualms about being alone in the wilderness with three men. I was quite determined to defend my honour if it came to a push. After meeting Kurt I decided that maybe I wouldn't fight too hard. Sometimes one needs to know when to yield gracefully. (Quite frankly I had the hots for that man. He was gorgeous.)

It was quite embarrassing the first night we camped out. There were only the two tents, Ramon preferring to sleep without one. Kurt and Benjamin took the larger tent, and left me to make myself at home in the smaller one. I was both relieved and slightly irritated. One of them might at least have made a token pass. I'm not exactly a gargoyle.

What was worse was being kept awake for hours by Kurt and Benjamin making out in their damned tent. It turned out they were both as queer as three dollar bills and madly in lust with each other. At least, my virtue was safe. 

It had only taken that first day to understand what Professor Grey had meant by 'that green hell'. It wasn't the humidity, or the insects. It wasn't the raucous jungle sounds or the vegetation that would start to grow over you if you stood still for more than thirty seconds. It wasn't the knowledge that there were piranha and anaconda in the water and wild pigs and jaguars sneaking around on the land.

It was the fact that you had to put up with all of that at the same time, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. And the whole situation wasn't made any easier by that idiot, Ramon, being so cheerful about the easy going and warning it would be a lot harder once we were in the jungle proper.

So we forged steadily ahead, going from bad to worse to bloody hell, people live here? 

After a couple of weeks we were way up in the wilderness and had been paddling down a little tributary of the Amazon for about two days. As we camped that night Ramon was extra cheerful.

"We're nearly at the Okinchewa's hunting grounds," he announced. "Tomorrow we should cross into them and they'll come to meet us. Just remember to not look as though you're a threat. If they think that they'll kill you at once. They're a very touchy people."

Great. We were in the middle of a green hell and about to meet a tribe of blood-thirsty maniacs. My life was complete.

We camped and I retired to my tent. It was a source of never ending wonder to me that those two queers could still be lustful every night, but they managed it, keeping me awake and resentful. Finally I went to sleep, knowing that tomorrow would be the big day.

In the morning we were up and about, having breakfast prior to getting on our way. Kurt was standing next to our little camp-stove when he gave a grunt and fell over. Benjamin and I didn't even have time to reach him before Benjamin gave a yelp and collapsed. 

I rushed over to Kurt first, and there was a little dart sticking in his neck. I pulled it out, checked Benjamin and found another dart, which I pulled.

Ramon was practically dancing on the spot. He did a quick check of both men and then backed away from them.

"Okinchewa," he said. "They are paralysed, not dead. It is how Okinchewa keep their meat fresh. They use what you call curare. They know how to make it do this. The men will be alright in about an hour. If the Okinchewa let them. We should leave."

"Hold on," I said. "Why haven't they done anything to you or me? They could have taken us down just as easily."

"Don't know," said Ramon. "Don't want to know. Want to leave, now."

"You must have some idea," I said. "You know the tribe, after all."

"They not paralyse you because you're a woman and so you don't count. They probably not paralyse me because they want to talk."

"Well, we can't just go and leave Kurt and Benjamin behind," I pointed out. "We have to try to wake them. You can talk to the Okinchewa while I try to revive Kurt."

"We can't go anyway," muttered Ramon. "If we try to leave before Okinchewa talk to us they will be insulted and we will be dead. We have to wait."

Then, all of a sudden, there was this little man standing next to the bushes, looking at us. Ramon spotted him first, gave a little yip and stood dead still. I turned to see what he was looking at and I froze in place, too.

The man was only about five foot tall. He looked greasy, as though he had rubbed some sort of oil on his body. From the stench that was starting to filter through to me, it was some sort of fish oil, made from a fish that died a long time ago. The man was simply dressed. Loin cloth, blow-pipe and what looked like a bone knife.

He said something to Ramon and Ramon responded politely. They then had a long conversation which appeared to consist of the little man tearing a strip of Ramon and Ramon humbly agreeing. At one point the little man pointed to the side of the clearing we were camped in and I got a nasty little shock.

There was what could be called, by using a lot of imagination, a track leading away from our camp. Now, standing in front of the track, five sticks were wedged in the ground. The middle stick had a human skull jammed onto it.

The man made a gesture and several more little men came out of nowhere and started rummaging through the camp. Ramon came over to and explained.

"The Okinchewa are very upset. They say that I have insulted them by bring two not-men so close to their hunting grounds. It seems they don't like what you call gay people. They say that if we had actually entered their hunting ground they would have been so insulted that the debt would have been paid in blood.

They also say that as soon as we're able we are to depart. If we take even one step past those stakes they will put our heads on the stakes as a warning to others. And they're serious about this.

I'm a bit puzzled over this next bit. He says that I have insulted you by bring you along with two not-men, but he, personally, will make it right for you."

The guide stopped talking to me and spoke to the little man again. The little man snapped something and Ramon turned back to me. 

"He says when I can move, I am to get up and go and take you all with me and never come back. I think he's going to paralyse both of us now."

The guide turned and looked at the little man and nodded and the little man lifted his blow-pipe and Ramon went down as though shot. I waited, feeling rather helpless, but the little man just put his pipe away. Apparently I still didn't count as I was a woman.

The little man came strutting over to me. I was starting to wonder about that odd comment about him making it right for me for having to travel with two not-men. Exactly what did he mean?

I got a pretty strong hint when he reached me, grabbed my shirt and just ripped it open, buttons popping everywhere. He looked at my bra for a second and then his knife was in his hand and the bra was sliced in half, letting my breasts spill free.

The little monster nodded approval, sheathed his knife and grabbed my breasts, squeezing and feeling them generally, approving. I raised my hand to slap him and he pulled his knife and held it up. I didn't slap and he put the knife away and returned to admiring my breasts.

After he'd had his fill of playing with my breasts I found he'd never come across a belt before. He reached down and tugged at it, then got out that infernal little knife and slit it in two. After that it was easy for him to pull down my slacks. He plucked at my panties and laughed, then sliced them off me.

Ah, yes. The joys of anthropology in the Amazon. Standing stark naked in the middle of a green hell in front of a little Indian with my protectors all lying paralysed around me.

The greasy little bastard grabbed my pussy, feeling me over good. He was squeezing and pressing, familiarising himself with my body, probably making sure I was built the same as his own women. 

Then the little swine took off his loin cloth.

It was really totally unfair. He was a little man. Like I said, only five foot. He should have had a little cock. The damn thing he had been hiding was all out of proportion to his size. I mean, that thing would have been generous on a normal sized man. On him it was just too much of a good thing, especially as he seemed eager to share it with me. Apparently it was his way of making up for my having to keep the company of the two not-men. Politically correct, this guy was not.

He pointed to me and then pointed to the ground, getting the message across that I should lie down. I shook my head, indicating no way known. He admired his knife and I saw the wisdom of lying down.

I naturally kept my legs closed, but when someone puts a knife against the inside of your ankle and starts pressing it's amazing how fast your legs part. The little rodent was smirking as he settled himself between my thighs.

So what's worse than standing stark naked in the middle of a green hell in front of a little Indian with my protectors all lying paralysed around me. It's lying on the ground in the middle of that green hell with that little Indian about to screw me and realising that my protectors are only paralysed. They can see what's happening. 

That's when that little man went to work. I expected him to just push home and have his fun, but not him. He was in full control of the situation and he was letting me know it. His cock pressed against me, forcing my lips apart and he started in. Slowly. He had no need to hurry. He just pressed against me, and I could feel myself yielding to him, feeling his cock sliding deeper into me while my passage stretched and my pussy seemed to actually be reaching for him.

If a man takes his time, and is intent on pleasuring a woman, it's hard for the woman to resist, even if he is a greasy, smelly little Indian. My mind was outraged at what was going on but my body was saying "Not bad. More, please". 

More was what I was getting. I could feel that insidious snake of his creeping deep into me, looking for its home. And I was making it welcome. Well, not me as such, but my body. I could feel warmth gathering inside me, and it wasn't just the oil on him that was making my passage slippery.

Finally settled, the little monster proceeded to go to town. He was happily bouncing on top of me, driving in and pulling out, and he was big enough that I could feel him inside me all the way up to my teeth. 

And he was so short that his head only just came up to my chin, and that meant his mouth was on a level with my breasts, which was something else he appreciated, and he was chewing and sucking on my breasts as though he'd never seen a boob before.

I couldn't help the fact that my body was responding to his abuse. It was just primal instincts or something, and when he pushed in my hips just naturally rose up to meet him. And I have to give him full marks for stamina. He just kept going and going.

At first I thought he was just going to have a nice quick fuck, the way he started bouncing on me. I was breathing hard and quite sure I was coming whether I liked it or not when he slowed down.

He seemed to switch from a gallop to a nice sedate canter at the flick of a switch, riding me nicely and holding me just near my climax, not letting me reach it.

And he kept on, seeming to know when to pause to let my feelings subside a little, and then speeding up again. I was almost screaming with frustration. My breasts were feeling ragged and chewed, and he was still sucking on them, and my pussy felt full to bursting and he just cantered along, happy to drive me insane.

The little monster must have had balls of steel to resist his own pressures for as long as he did. I swear, if he had kept pumping me for much longer his testicles would have exploded from the pressure within. Fortunately for the state of his testicles, he decided that the time had come to get things moving again, and he went from his soul destroying canter to a full gallop. 

That was enough for me and I just yielded, my climax crashing into me. That wasn't the only thing crashing into me. He blew his load and came into me, and he seemed to just keep on coming, totally flooding me.

When he'd finished he just got off me and seemed to vanish into the bush, leaving me lying almost unconscious on the ground. I suppose that I was lucky that I eventually got my act together and managed to get cleaned up and dressed before Kurt, Benjamin and Ramon shook off their paralysis.

Kurt made no objections when Ramon told him we had to leave immediately. The paralysis and the head on the stick was a pretty good warning sign that we should leave. So we headed back through that green hell, aiming for home and civilisation.

And if I'm ever invited to go down the Amazon again, Professor Grey's response will be mild compared to what I have to say. 

Amazon Adventures



My name is Bartleby Adams. Most people call me Bart. I have always been a sexually adventurous guy. Always. Fortunately for me, I've got the means to explore the kind of life that most people dream of. I was born into it, you see. My mother, Stacy Mendoza married a man named Paul Adams. He was fabulously wealthy and left us a lot of dough. Unfortunately, both he and my mother passed away, leaving me the sole heir to the Adams family fortune. Twenty million dollars. It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?

Ladies, I am not the marrying type and my mom didn't raise any fool so save it. I'm all about traveling the world and having fun. I don't want to get married or find love or any of that bullshit. Only fools fall in love. My mother taught me that. She was fortunate enough to snag herself a multi millionaire. She knew that someday I would inherit that fortune and knew that all the gold diggers in America would be after me. She made damn sure that I was smart enough not to fall for their tricks. You're not dealing with any fool who's going to fall for your pretty face or your pussy. Might as well save it. Thank you.

Now, my latest journey had taken me to Brazil. I liked Brazil. A very hot, tropical place. There were lots of great places to visit in Brazil. The place was beautiful. There were beautiful women all over the place, too. I was staying in the Brazilian version of the Hilton Hotels. I went out and began to do some exploring on my own. 

Unlike most American tourists, I blended in nicely. I'm six feet two inches tall and have black hair and pale brown eyes. My skin is light bronze. My father was a white guy and my mother was Mexican. I didn't look all that different from the majority of Brazilian natives. There were some beautiful people out there and I noticed them all. Both the women and the men. Yes, as you may have guessed, I am sexually flexible. Some might call me bisexual. That's fitting, I guess. I do it with girls and sometimes boys when the females bore me. The first thing I did was to find myself some entertainment. 

" I need a girl," I told one of the boys from the hotel. " A fine-looking babe with a great figure and a fantastic ass, can you arrange that?"

The hotel management sent me a girl right away. She showed up at my room and I was amazed. This girl looked fine. She was tall, slender, with a big ass too. She had dark brown skin and long black hair. A tall, athletic Black woman. I had slept with women of all colors but I had yet to have myself a Black female. From what I heard about them, they were supposed to be something else. 

I asked this pretty lady her name and she told me to call her Cassandra. She was very pretty, wearing a black shirt and jeans. I had someone serve us some wine and put on some music before we began the festivities. And festivities we did have. We drank some wine and asked her some questions. She was evasive but rather pleasant. I could tell that this girl was smart. Maybe simply having tough times. She was charging a pretty little penny, five hundred American dollars. Oh, well. I was willing to pay, now let's see if she was worth it.

Cassandra got right down to business. She pressed her sexy body against mine and kissed me full and deep. I kissed her back and ran my hands all over her sexy body. Man, this girl was fine. Before I knew it, she had pushed me back on the bed and began undressing me. I was naked in no time. She removed her clothes and I looked at her sexy naked body. She looked hotter than any girl I'd seen in any catalog. She had large breasts, a tone and sexy body, and a nice, bubble butt. Man, she turned around and shook her booty in my face. I felt myself grow hard simply from looking at it. Cassandra looked at me, and smiled. The girl was sexy and she was well aware of her sexual power.

I lay back on the bed and watched as she climbed on top of me. She kissed me again, and began licking a path down from my neck to my groin. I held my breath when she licked the head of my cock, then breathed on it. I almost closed my eyes. Cassandra took my cock into her mouth and began sucking on it. She sucked my cock and licked my balls. Damn, she was so good at it that I thought she must have practiced on a lot of dicks. I groaned in pleasure as she continued what she was doing. When I blew my load, ten minutes later, she gulped down all of my seed. I looked at her, amazed. She looked at me, her expression unreadable.

I gestured for her to come closer and she did. I put on a condom and grabbed a bottle of lube. She knew what was up. She straddled me and I entered her. My hard cock slid into her pussy. She put her hands on my shoulders and began bouncing up and down on my cock. I was thrusting into her as hard as I could. We went at it like this for the next half hour, then I came and she rolled off me.

I was ready for round two. I looked at her sexy ass and told her what I had in mind. She didn't seem surprised. I guess it was a common enough request. I put on a new condom and greased it up with KY. Cassandra took some of the lube and applied it between her sexy ass cheeks, then she got down on all fours and waited for me. I positioned myself behind her and took her like this. I pressed my cock against her asshole, and pushed.

Cassandra grunted when my cock slid into her ass. I thrust into her. Man, I have had the pleasure of anally penetrating several women in my lifetime and it's something I will never get tired of doing. I love anal sex. The feeling of a woman's warm, tight hole around your cock as you plow into it. There's no feeling like it. I gripped her by the hips and slammed my cock deeper into her butt hole. She winced and grunted from time to time but did not scream. The girl took it like a champ. Not a single scream from her. Damn.

I continued to plow into her tight dark hole, slamming deeper and deeper. Her hole was so warm and tight that it wasn't long before I came. I screamed in obvious pleasure and remained inside her for some time. I squeezed myself out of her, then lay still. I lay there for a couple of minutes, breathing deeply. I was still catching my breath when I felt something sharp stick into my neck. My vision became blurry. The last thing I remembered was hearing Cassandra speaking to a man. An enormous Latin man's face obscured my vision and he slammed his fist into my face. Then I saw stars.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the mud. I was lying in the middle of what appeared to be a clearing, surrounded on all sides by trees. I struggled to move. My whole body was aching, especially my skull. Where in hell was I? I was in some kind of forest. There wasn't a building in sight. I shouted, hoping to attract someone's attention. It was all coming back to me. I remembered the hotel room, the girl, and her acolyte who knocked me out after she slept with me. Man, this bitch and her man friend had me good! I cursed, calling her every name in the book. Man, when I returned to the hotel, I was going to make that bitch pay for what she did to me, and her friend too. I searched my pockets, and discovered that I didn't have my wallet anymore. Big surprise. I cursed again.

I would probably have gone on cursing the treacherous bitch for what she did to me if it hadn't been a low rumbling that I heard behind me. It didn't sound like thunder. No, it sounded like the sound a fierce predator might make. The same roar came again, this time much closer. I turned around, and saw it. The sight of it made me piss my pants. An enormous wild cat was prowling only twenty feet away from me. 

A jaguar, native of South America! My blood froze. I couldn't move. The fearsome jaguar tensed its muscles, preparing to launch itself at me. I couldn't believe it. I had left the United States to find death at the jaws of a jaguar in the godforsaken jungle! I was looking at death and it looked back at me through yellow eyes. The end had come at last. There was no escape. Nevertheless, I screamed.

I waited to feel the jaguar's sharp fangs on me, and to feel its claws tear me up before it turned me into its lunch. It never came. I heard a sound like thunder, and then a thud. A foot away from me, the jaguar fell, dead. I looked at it, shocked. I couldn't talk. My heart was still beating like thunder in my chest. I was scared shitless. I turned around, and saw someone standing there with a gun. It was a dark-skinned girl and she held a smoking gun in her hands.

I looked at her, still unable to speak. She approached me, and offered me a hand. After a brief hesitation, I took the hand that was offered to me. She knelt by the jaguar, ignoring me completely. I watched as she produced a knife from a waist sash and began cutting up pieces of the jaguar's flesh. She cut off the ears, and the paws. Neatly. She was frighteningly good with the knife. I watched as she began hacking at it. She did for some time. When she was done, she had separated the jaguar's head from its shoulders and dropped the whole thing into a backpack which she hauled over her shoulders. The girl then gestured for me to follow her, and I did. I followed my savior into the jungle, not knowing where we were going.

After walking for about half an hour, we arrived at a large farm. I took a look around. Yes, this was one of those places I'd read about in those adventure comics I used to get as a kid. Haciendas. Big houses in the middle of the South American jungle. There were chickens around the place, and I saw a couple of cows and goats, too. A man came out of the Hacienda and greeted the girl. I guessed him to be her father. He looked at me with suspicion. The girl embraced the older man, and gestured to me.

"Father," she said. "I found this man in the jungle, the man-eater was about to devour him. He screamed loud enough to wake the dead, that's what attracted my attention." 

The dark girl looked at me. "What is your name?" She asked me in heavily accented English. I didn't say anything. I was still staring at her. "Foreigner, what is your name?"

I shook myself out of the daze I had been in since she rescued me from the jaws of death. " I am Bart," I said. " Of the Adams family."

Both the girl and her father laughed at that. I wondered why. Like so many people in the world, they had seen movies about the Addams Family. Oh, well. I wasn't related to that fictitious family. Oh, no. My family was a lot stranger. 

" My name is Rachel," said the dark-skinned girl who had recently saved my life. 

She extended her hand and I shook it. Her grip was firm and strong. I looked at her. This girl was something else. Her skin was dark brown, her eyes a pale golden color. Her black hair was short and almost spiky on top. She wore dark gray fatigues and seemed pretty handy with a rifle.

"This is my father Antonio," she said, indicating the tall, older man. I shook his hand. Antonio was a tall, dark-skinned man with a mustache and a full beard. He wore a gray shirt and faded jeans. Both he and his daughter looked like they worked for a living. 

Later that night, they offered me a place to stay. It was obvious to them that I was in bad shape. I had no money. I didn't even know where I was. Oh, yeah. Things were looking bad for me. I was lost in the jungle, in the middle of nowhere. My new 'friends' told me that they lived in the region of Lupine, three hundred miles from Manaus, the nearest town. Manaus itself was several hundred miles away from the capital of Brazil. I was very far away from my hotel room, my ATM machines and all the things I was familiar with.

I slept that night on a small bed, and listened to the sounds of the night as I lay there. The jungle was a noisy place during the day and astonishingly silent at night. It was eerie, you know? I have lived in the big cities my whole life. I am not used to silence. I was also not used to certain annoying things like mosquitoes. I hated mosquitoes. Those annoying bloodsuckers harassed and hounded me to death. It occurred to me that I might be able to send for help through the Internet. I got up from bed and asked Antonio if he had a laptop. The old dude looked at me as if I were speaking Martian or something. No, the old Brazilian farmer didn't have a frigging laptop computer!

In the next few days, I would discover that Rachel and her father led a very primitive sort of life. They didn't even have a computer in this big house of theirs, and this was the year 2006! I couldn't believe this shit. The next morning, I woke up near noon and found that they were already at work. And it wasn't just them either. There were other men working around the farm, and a few women too. I watched their robust bodies moving around in the field, doing hard work. They were plowing and sowing and cutting. Man, that job looked tough!

I woke up, and stretched. I went around looking for something to eat. There was some coffee on the table, as well as some buttered bread. I gulped it all down in less than five minutes. I was hungry. Once I was done, I went around looking for a telephone. Maybe I could call the hotel and have them send me some help. It may take them a while to get here but at least they would show up someday soon and help me out, you know? Unfortunately, Antonio and Rachel didn't have a single telephone in their house. They also didn't have any electricity. They used oil lamps, like the one in the room they put me in. How charming! You would have thought this was the 1800s.

I decided to step outside, since I had absolutely nothing to do. I was greeted by the ardent stares of the locals. I looked at these hard-working people, and waved. I even said good morning in what little Portuguese I knew. That's when everybody burst out laughing. I looked around, surprised. Did I say something wrong? What in hell was their problem? It's only later that I would figure it out. It was around noon, time for Siesta, in most Latin American cultures. While I was sleeping, these hard-working people had woken up at the crack of dawn and put in a full day's work. Now, they were resting. As the American who overslept and didn't know any better, I was looking pretty silly.

Oh, well. I decided to show the locals that we Americans could be just as hard working as they were. After Siesta, I began working as hard as any of them. I grabbed a shovel, dug into the earth and made neat holes like they were doing. I observed them. I did it just the way they did. One of them, a chubby guy named Santos volunteered to help me. He showed me how to place the seeds into the holes after digging and I thanked him for it. All of us worked until five in the afternoon, then everybody took a break.

All day, I didn't see Antonio or Rachel. Yet they simply appeared, almost out of nowhere. Everyone was eating the lunches they had brought and I found myself salivating at the sight and smell of these tasty dishes they were eating. I was hungry, having had nothing all day since my breakfast. Fortunately, Santos bailed me out this time too. He shared his food with me. I was most grateful.

After a hard day's work, I was ready to rest. I had to speak with my hosts. We had never really discussed the terms of my staying. Here I was, a lone American stranded in the savage land of the Amazonian jungle and I didn't know anyone. I needed desperately to contact my people back in the states and have them send me some help. The jungle was nice but I preferred the mundane existence of civilization, thank you very much. 

I went around asking for Antonio or Rachel but no one seemed to know where they were. I asked Santos where I could take a bath and he gave me directions to the nearest river. It was easy enough to get there. Someone had cut out a narrow path through the jungle. I would get cleaned up, then talk to my hosts and send for some help. No way was I going to stay here.

So, I headed down the narrow road and made my way toward what I hoped was the river. Once I was there, I froze. The river was breathtakingly beautiful. I had never seen anything like it. I went looking for a spot by the river bank, undressed, then hesitated. I really wanted to dive into these refreshing waters but I had read somewhere that flesh-eating fish lived in South American waters. Piranhas. What if there were schools of these vicious things in these calm waters? I didn't notice any animals nearby. Worse, what if there were crocodiles in there? Damn! 

I walked up and down the river bank, looking for signs of animals near or in the water. Even if I saw a wild pig drinking or swimming, it would have reassured me. Unfortunately, I didn't. I kept looking. What I found was...something I would never forget. Further down the river bank someone was bathing. That someone was a woman. A very nude woman. Not just any woman. Rachel.

Rachel, the lovely girl who had saved my life yesterday was bathing naked in the river. By herself. Ever the gentleman, I decided to get closer, if only out of concern for her safety ( okay, I wanted to check out that ass too). So, I crept closer. The closer I got to her, the more I liked what I saw. My eyes marveled at the sight of her. Water fell over her smooth, dark-skinned body. She had firm-looking shoulders, a slender and muscular body and sexy, round buttocks. She was lovely. I couldn't wait to see her front. When she turned around, what I saw was something I would never forget until the day I died.

The lovely Rachel, Jungle girl extraordinaire had a penis. I saw it. Sticking out from her groin. What did I do? Looking back, I probably should have handled the situation better. Especially since I wasn't supposed to be sneaking up on her in the first place ( who cares? I liked the view, mostly!) but I couldn't help myself. I screamed loudly. Almost as loudly as I had screamed when the jaguar prepared to pounce on me and devour me. 

Rachel looked in the direction of the scream, and stared hard at me. Her eyes darkened, and she seemed shocked. I stood there, gawking at her. I couldn't move. I had never seen anything like this before. I couldn't say anything. What I didn't know was that my screams had alerted her father, who was nearby. The dude came up behind me and knocked me out with the butt of his rifle. I saw stars, then blissful oblivion. 

When I woke up, I was in a dark room somewhere. I was tied up. Antonio stood over me, holding his rifle in hand. I struggled in my bonds, which were steel chains. I couldn't move. The bastard had me good. Damn, what is it with Brazilians and knocking me out? I got knocked out twice in two days, damn! Antonio was looking very tense. Not a good look on a guy holding a rifle aimed at you. I decided to try to diffuse the situation. I couldn't find the words. I didn't speak enough Portuguese to beg the dude not to shoot me.

I thought long and hard about what happened. I had been shocked to discover that Rachel had a dick. This girl was more beautiful than most chicks I knew. She had a fine, sexy body, a pretty face and a spectacular ass. She did not look like a chick with dick. I'd seen chicks with dicks on the net and I'd even rented a few videos which featured them. Transsexual porn was hot in my opinion, though I didn't go around telling People that. Go around telling people that you liked chicks with dicks and they might call you queer. I wasn't queer. I was simply a heterosexual guy who occasionally fantasized about transsexuals. Oh, and for some reason, I liked fat chicks too sometimes.

I wondered what they were going to do to me. A few minutes of uncomfortable silence went by before Rachel appeared in the room. I stared at her. It was hard not to, even though I knew what she was. A chick with dick. She had to be the most beautiful transsexual on earth. Anyone looking at her would see a tough tomboy but would never suspect her of being a chick with a huge dick and large balls between her legs. What in hell was she?




Amazon Adventures



Rachel asked her father to leave the room. After a brief hesitation, Antonio left. I was alone with Rachel. She looked at me gravely and asked me if I knew what she was. I nodded and told her that she was a transsexual. She did not smile. She looked me right in the eye and asked me if what I was disgusted her. I didn't say anything. What was I supposed to say? Did I think she was hot? Yes. Did the fact that she had a dick bother me? Yes. Most chicks I've known act like they've got a fucking dick but until now, I had never met a chick who actually had a pair!

Rachel looked me in the eye and told me that her father wanted me dead. He thought that I was going to tell her secret. I wasn't. Why did I care? All I wanted was to get out of the damn jungle. What Rachel did in her private life was no business of mine. I told her that. She considered that, then left. I called after her. She was gone. I shook my head. Damn, she was probably going to let her psycho gunman father kill me. I would die in the jungle and no one would know. I wouldn't get to enjoy my fabulous wealth after all.

A couple of minutes later, Rachel came back. She had a hammer in her hand. I almost crapped my pants. Was she going to bludgeon me to death? If so, I was about to tell her that I preferred her father's rifle. It would hurt less. She knelt before me and shattered the chains which bound my f feet with one blow, then she did the same to the bonds around my hands. I looked at her, shocked. She did not smile at me. Instead, she grabbed my hand and pulled me up. I stared at her. I couldn't believe this. She had freed me! Why? Well, whatever the reason, I wasn't about to look a gift horse on the mouth. I took her hand in mine, and shook it. I thanked her.

I headed outside, and looked to the right and left. There was no one there. It was dark outside and everyone had gone home. Antonio was nowhere to be seen and I thanked heaven for that. Rachel was guiding me somewhere. We walked together for about a mile, then she took me to a clearing where she had parked a jeep. It was loaded with gas and supplies. Enough to last several weeks. I looked at her, surprised. I couldn't believe that she was helping me. I had never been helped by anyone before and especially not by a female. Most females in my life were foes, not friends. Well, maybe this gal was different. I pulled her to me and briefly, we kissed. Amazingly, she kissed me back. 

Without a word, she handed me the keys, and a note. I took the keys, took one last look at her and drove away. I drove through the narrow roads. I was soon alone with my thoughts, surrounded on all sides by the jungle. I drove all night and I drove for the next several days. I wasn't armed or anything so I didn't make frequent stops. Obviously I had to eat, drink, piss and shit. I also had to sleep. When I didn't have to do these things, I was on the road. Eight days later, after getting lost, I arrived at the small town of Manaus. From there, I was able to arrange transportation to the capital city, using the meager funds that Rachel had given me.

I only thought about her several times a day. When I finally arrived at the capital, I found that my hotel room was still mine. I had, after all, paid for a full three weeks. I didn't even think about Cassandra, the bitch who betrayed me. All thoughts of lust and revenge were gone. I thought about Rachel, the beautiful Brazilian transsexual who had saved my life, twice. I couldn't get this girl out of my head. I also hadn't forgotten about her gun-toting macho Latino father. I was determined to see her again.

I returned the jeep she had given me to the address that she said. The owner of the place, a garage, was an elderly woman named Maria who had inherited it after her husband passed away. Maria told me that she was the older sister of Antonio, Rachel's father. My eyes lit up when she said that. I pestered her with questions but the old woman was determined not to tell me anything. I decided to shock her with the truth. So I told her that I knew Rachel's secret. Maria's eyes went wide and she produced a gun as if by magic. I didn't flinch. I was getting used to having a gun pointed at me.

Maria told me that if I wanted to expose her niece's secret, she would shoot me dead. I told her that I meant her niece no harm. In fact, I was starting to fall for her. Maria looked into my eyes suspiciously. I could tell that she had trouble believing me. I stared back at her. She lowered her gun and told me to sit down. I told her about how her niece had saved my life and she and her father had sheltered me. I wanted very much to thank them. Where I came from, there weren't very many good Samaritans. In fact, most men and women I knew were cold-hearted, manipulative and dishonest liars. In Brazil, I'd met honest and decent people. Make that gun-toting honest and decent people!

Maria told me Rachel's story. Her brother Antonio met a woman named Asari, from Africa while in Manaus. Antonio and Asari fell in love and had a child. This child was Rachel. Asari died in childbirth. Rachel was born different. She was a beautiful baby girl...with a penis. Doctors offered to "correct" her but Antonio could not bear to see his child suffer. He took his child away from the doctors before any operations could be done. So Rachel grew up as a beautiful girl who possessed functioning male genitalia instead of the working parts of a female.

Antonio loved his baby girl but couldn't raise her around society. He feared what would happen if people ever found out her secret. So he took her to his ancestral home, the old Hacienda in the jungle. He raised her there. He taught her how to hunt and how to fight. Antonio had served in the military once. He taught his daughter well. I smiled at that. I could imagine Rachel as the Brazilian female version of Rambo. She might even grunt like him!

I listened to Maria's words. I sighed. How tough it must have been, for both Antonio and Rachel. He was a tough old bastard who raised a young woman by himself. I felt bad for Rachel. How lonely she must have been, stuck in the jungle, afraid to venture into a society that would not accept her if they knew what she was. Maria looked at me and asked me if I knew how tough life must have been for her niece. I nodded. She looked at me skeptically. I told her my little secret. I was a man with a secret life. I had sex with both women and men. Society wouldn't be any more forgiving of my lifestyle than they would be of Rachel, for being who and what she was. Maria was shocked. I smiled at her. I told her that I meant her niece no harm.

Maria let me go, at last. She told me to return the jeep to her brother and niece. I loaded the jeep with food and several gallons of gas, and this time, I went with a cellular phone. I even got myself a laptop computer. I purchased a rifle, just in case I ran into any jaguars or panthers or whatever they called them huge cats with the big teeth that lived in the jungle. I was ready. I was still hesitant, though. What if Rachel didn't accept me? What if her father still wanted me dead? Oh, well. I felt something very powerful deep inside for that girl and I wanted to tell her. Also, I wanted to do something different and think about someone other than myself, for once.

I thought about all the women and men I had gotten involved with. A long time ago, I prided myself on saying that I didn't discriminate, I hated everyone equally! I didn't trust anybody, man or woman. I thought the world was made up of evil people out to use others for their own gain. Well, maybe a good chunk of the world was made up of such people, but not everyone was that way. I knew there were some decent people out there. I think and hope and prayed that Rachel was one of them.

With those thoughts in mind, I got behind the wheel of the jeep and got on the road. It would take me two days to get to Manaus, and I would have someone guide me there. My guide was a slightly chubby man named Paolo. He reminded me of the guy who fed me back on Rachel's farm. I wanted to buy that man a drink someday. I may yet do that. Paolo told me he thought I was crazy, to go to the jungle like that. I told him I was doing it for a woman. He laughed his butt off. 

I looked at him. A while ago, I would have laughed too. My opinion of members of both sexes wasn't exactly the highest. But that was before a beautiful Jungle girl saved my life twice in two days, even when my freedom threatened hers. I was willing to give both women and men the benefit of the doubt instead of thinking of them as treacherous snakes from here this moment on. Hey, don't give me no wings and halo yet. I am still a Bad Boy with a capital B. I just wanted to tell a certain lady how I felt. And I hoped her dad wouldn't shoot me on the spot. I'll tell you how it goes. Wish me luck. 



Amazon at the Office



There was something about his boss that Matthew found intoxicating. By most standards, she wasn't considered a raving beauty. She was too tall, towering over most of her male employees at 6'2". Her mouth was a little thin, and her eyes had the slight upward tilt of a cat. When she walked the hallways of Interdex, her stride was sure and powerful, more of a man's walk than the silly hip swinging steps most of the other female employees used. Even thought they were a "casual" environment, most of the men and women dressed in jeans and t-shirts, his boss still favored business suits and was never without her long dark hair pulled up in a severe knot on the back of her head. 

Little flaws, but it was enough to make most men turn their attentions away from her after a second glance, and force their flirtations on his boss's younger, curvier personal secretary. It was all these little imperfections that seemed to draw Matthew in, and he'd found himself daydreaming about her more than once. He knew her only as Ms. O'Connor, for she referred to no one by his or her first names and never offered her own first name for others to call her by. No one at Interdex had ever seen the interior of her office, as far as he knew. She rarely left it, only making an appearance in the workplace when there was a need to dress someone down for a job done poorly or to fire someone. All other matters were handled directly by her personal assistant. 

For that reason, she'd earned a reputation as a "ball-buster" among the male employees, but Matthew didn't listen to that garbage. In his mind and dreams, he saw her as an Amazon, a powerful woman who had little need for men, using them only for her own needs. That image turned him on greatly, and he found himself longing for someone to do something wrong, just so he could get a glimpse of the divine Ms. O'Connor.

It was on his way back from the break room that he encountered her for the first time in several months. Matthew was walking back to his cubicle, a steaming hot cup of coffee in his left hand as he weaved through the snakelike spaces between their programming stations. He had just rounded a corner and was heading straight for his desk when he heard conflict from a few desks beyond his, and her stern voice rose just loud enough to attract Matthew's notice. "I don't care what your excuse was," she snapped, and Matthew altered his path, walking over to where he could see peek into the office where the action was taking place. 

There she was, his lady boss, towered over one of his fellow programmers like a wrathful goddess. Her back was to him, and Matthew's eyes traveled down her slender back to her tight and short skirt, and to the rounded, muscular legs and calves balanced perfectly on her high heels. She was standing with her legs slightly parted, bent slightly at the waist and pointing her finger in the poor man's face, and Matthew admired the fact that she wore no pantyhose, and the way those gorgeous stems of hers disappeared into the shadowy depths of her skirt. 

Her aggressive pose and the way her rounded buttocks were pushing at the fabric of her clothing was causing a violent arousal in him, and Matthew reached down and cupped his rapidly rising erection through his jeans, stroking himself lightly through the rough cloth. The other programmer was stammering his way through a thousand apologies, but Ms. O'Connor wasn't having it. 

"Shut up," she commanded. "Your error cost me a lot of money today. I suggest you pack your things….you're fired. If you haven't left this building within thirty minutes, I'll have security escort you out." Without a glance back, she stormed out of the cubicle. Matthew expected her to use the direct hallway back to her office, so he was unprepared when she took a sudden surprise turn and whirled around the corner in front of him. It seemed like time stopped, as she came around the corner and found him watching, her pace slowing to a dead stop as her eyes came down to rest on the tenting front of his jeans. Her dark eyes widened with surprise, and he flushed red when she looked him straight in the face with no emotion on her face. 

He felt like a thirteen-year-old, guilty of being caught looking at a porno magazine…..pinned beneath her gaze, he could do little more than mumble some an apology under his breath and scurry away. He was weak-kneed when he reached his desk, and sank down in his chair, humiliated. His Amazon had caught him looking, and now she knew of his obsession with her. For the rest of the afternoon, he could barely work, his mind flashing back to the look in her eyes and the way she had stared at him. If the other man had been fired simply for making a costly mistake, what would his punishment for lusting after the boss be? 

He couldn't imagine that she would let it go, and so it was no surprise when Ms. O'Connor's personal secretary showed up at his desk an hour before his shift was to end. "Ms. O'Connor would like you to stay after work for an hour," the secretary requested. "She said it's time for your evaluation, and to come to her office after you log off your computer." He felt a sick, nervous feeling rising. Of course she would want him to enter her office, so she could tell him exactly what she thought before she fired him. When his hour was up, he hung his head and switched off his computer, walking the long hallway towards the double oak doors of her office. 

Matthew knocked timidly on the door, and heard her call for him to enter. With a trembling hand, he turned the brass knob and entered the never-seen private chambers of his boss. It was a beautiful office, done in very modernistic style with a lot of glossy black and glass. Ms. O'Connor sat on the far end, behind a desk of black lacquer. Her brown eyes locked on him, and again she stared at him with a guarded expression. 

"Mr. Hunt," she acknowledged coolly, motioning to him with a wave of her hand. "Close the door behind you, please, and have a seat." He shut the door behind him, and moved up to take a seat in one of the plush black leather chairs before her. He couldn't meet her eyes, instead looking downwards at his lap. His hands were sweating; he wiped them nervously on his thighs. Matthew knew she was still studying him, because he felt her eyes burning into him. 

"Well, Mr. Hunt," she began. "I confess, I never expected to see you standing there today, and never expected you to be in that sort of condition when I did. How long were you watching?"

"Not long, ma'am. I heard you say that you wanted no excuses, then you told him he was fired and to get out." 

"I see." Ms. O'Connor mused. She got up from her desk and moved over to a small black wet bar in the corner of her office. "Would you like a drink, Mr. Hunt?" Matthew looked up, confused. She certainly was offering a man who was about to be fired a lot of hospitality. He nodded. "If it's not too much trouble, Ms. O'Connor, a scotch would be great." She poured two drinks for them, a scotch over ice for him and some unidentified mixed drink for herself, and then returned to her seat after handing over his glass. They drank in silence for a long moment, and Matthew's stomach was in knots. What exactly was her game? Finally, his boss spoke once more, and what she asked nearly floored him. "Don't think I haven't noticed you before, Mr. Hunt. Every chance you get in the hallways, you watch me. Why?"

"Well…." Matthew felt uneasy. "I find you very attractive," He admitted. He was unprepared for her short bark of laughter, or the sarcastic smile on her face. "Please, Mr. Hunt. I am aware of what my employees think of me. Most of you hardly find me appealing. Ball-buster is what I think most of them refer to me as." 

"I don't," Matthew replied. "I think you're a strong and powerful woman, and to me that's beautiful." He downed the rest of his drink in a nervous moment, hoping his words didn't offend her. 

"Powerful," she murmured, as if rolling the idea over her tongue like a fine candy. "Strong and powerful." Setting the drink on her desk, Ms. O'Connor leaned back in her chair. "And was my strong and powerful personality what brought you to be standing in the hallway as you were today?"

"Yes." He felt his face burning. Why was she mulling over all of this? Why didn't she just tell him how sick he was and let him leave? Instead she looked at him for a long moment, one corner of her lips curving upwards. "I think I see," She agreed. There was a moment of tense silence once more while she claimed a sip of her drink. "Well, Mr. Hunt, I think it's time we got on to your punishment." Her next words turned his world completely topsy-turvy. "Since you seem to view me as some sort of goddess, I think it's time you showed me how you worship one. I suggest you start by crawling under this desk to me." 

"W-What?" He stumbled over his words, his surprised eyes rising up to rest on her face with alarming speed. "Ms. O'Connor…"

"No excuses, Mr. Hunt. Get on your hands and knees, and crawl under this desk." Her tone was flat, hard and cold, and her brown eyes were unreadable. "Get on with it." Matthew found himself obeying, to his surprise, sliding from the leather chair to the floor. He ducked his head, crawling across the carpet and under the thick arch of her desk, until he arrived at the other side. Matthew glanced up and found himself eye-level with those beautiful tan legs he'd admired so much earlier when he watched her. 

She looked down at him, and for a moment he imagined how completely idiotic he must look. A man in his mid-20's, crawling across the floor in his jeans and a t-shirt and sneakers to grovel at the feet of his sophisticated boss. But Ms. O'Connor wasn't laughing, nor was she even smiling. Reaching out one manicured hand, she traced one blood red painted nail across his jaw line. "Matthew…under the circumstances, I think I'm justified in calling you Matthew, am I not?"

"Yes," He whispered, barely audible. Her eyes flashed with appreciation at his answer.

"Yes, what?" She coaxed, and the next words that tumbled out of his mouth came straight from his heart. 

"Yes, Mistress," he blabbed, praying that it was the right thing to say. Ms. O'Connor leaned back in her chair, and placed one hand on top of his short and curly hair. 

"Good, Matthew. I like that. Now, for your punishment…." With his face only inches from her knees, she spread her legs, giving him a straight view up the depths of her skirt.

"You have one chance. I want you to get your mouth down here and eat me. If you can't make me come in ten minutes, I will fire you and you will never show your face around Interdex again." Matthew's head was spinning. She couldn't have said what she just did. Yet her hands came to the sides of her skirt, and she pulled it up around her waist. She wore no underwear beneath, the flat lines of her abdomen as tan as her legs, shaved bare save for one strip of black curling hair that ran straight down to the lips of her sex. Exposed, she spread her thighs wide, and glared at him. 

"Get to work," she ordered. All of his emotions, all the longing dreams, all the Amazon fantasies flooded his body. Matthew was trembling, and beneath the fly of his jeans he was painfully erect. He leaned forward, a bit unsure at first as he zeroed in on the pink slit of Ms. O'Connor. She was already wet, that much he could see. Her thighs were smeared with her fluids, and several drops of liquid still clung to the pouting outer lips of her pussy. 

When Matthew's tongue touched her flesh for the first time, she groaned a little and lifted her hips, allowing him to slide his hands beneath the rounded muscles of her ass. He realized his ten minutes were slipping away, and so he began his work in earnest. Her scent wasn't strong, but she was really wet, his lips soon coated in the pearly nectar of desire. He ate her out like devouring a succulent piece of fruit, lapping at her, licking the outer folds before pushing insistently against the inner lips. She gave him indication through grunts or little moans, letting him know when he found a good spot, pulling away if he did not. This was heaven, feeling her powerful thighs close on the sides of his head, his nose bumping her clit as he tongue-fucked her. He would have pulled one of his hands from beneath her rear as he suckled her to stroke his own throbbing need, but she clamped her hand on his wrist and held him from doing so. 

"You have four minutes," she reminded him, and Matthew felt a desperation rise in his stomach. What if he didn't please her? She would turn him away, and he would lose everything. He frantically brought up his lips to the hard nub of her clit and sucked hard, the way a man loves to be sucked on the head of his cock. Matthew felt her thighs go tense, her ass come off his hands, and she grabbed the back of his head and pressed his mouth harder against her flesh. For a long moment he couldn't breathe, smothered in her pink flesh, and then she came hard with a long and throaty moan, grinding for all she was worth against his lips. 

She was a squirter; her orgasm left his face literally dripping with her essence, and Ms. O'Connor released him, pushing back on his forehead to get his lips away from her still-pulsing pussy. 

"Two minutes left, very good, Matthew," she moaned, wiping sweat from her brow and smiling down at him. She stood, looking down at him, still kneeling before her like a devout follower. "Get up," she ordered, and he did so. 

She looked at him for a long moment, at the way his lower face and neck was coated in her glaze, at the way his body trembled with the need for release, at the thick package behind the thin layer of denim on his groin. Ms. O'Connor reached out and undid the button of his fly, pulling the zipper down carefully. His cock sprung out, eager for air and attention, and she purred her approval. Length AND width….it impressed her, and she reached out and touched the swollen pink head with one nail. Matthew's eyes closed and he shuddered violently, but still he didn't move. 

"Good boy," she murmured, and opened her top desk drawer, pulling out a small vial of hand lotion. "You've pleased me, and I take good care of employees who please me." Squirting some of the gel into her hand, she rubbed it in her palms for a moment to warm it. When one slick fist closed around the shaft of his erection, Matthew thought he would lose control right there. She worked him skillfully, using both hands to please the hard length of his cock, sometimes dipping one hand down to cup the soft sacs of his balls, or jacking the shaft while rubbing the head with the other hand. He felt the chill of his orgasm approaching and warned her through gasping breaths. Ms. O'Connor stopped long enough to let the desire flag a bit, then added more lotion to her palms.

"Pull down your jeans and bend over the desk," she ordered, and he was quick to obey, wondering what she had in mind. The top of her desk was resting against his stomach, and he felt her fingers probing at the tight ring of his anus, running over and over the puckered hole to arouse and loosen him. 

"You're a virgin here," she mused. "You're very tight." One of her slender fingers slid up inside, opening him for the first time, and he winced at the sudden, unexpected pain. Ms. O'Connor was still for a moment, letting him adjust. Her other hand came around and resumed the stroking of his member, until he had forgotten all about the invading digit and was concentrating solely on that sensation. She added another finger, stretching him again, again letting him get used to the bite of pain until his ring of muscle relaxed enough. 

"A man has a very sensitive ass," she explained. "Relax and trust me, Matthew, you're going to love this." She began to move both hands in a similar rhythm, jacking him with one, fucking him with the other. Pleasure and pain warred in his system until they became one, the most intense pleasure he'd ever felt in his life. He was practically sobbing aloud, his hips thrusting in time with her skillful manipulation. "Oh, Jesus," he managed, feeling the pressure building, knowing the end was near. "I'm going to-Oh, god, please…" 

He couldn't even beg properly when she found the prostate, manipulating him faster and with more force. Matthew's knees buckled, he collapsed against her desk as wave after wave of his orgasm racked him. His thick jets of sperm landed in several white ropes on her carpet, and he felt her withdraw her fingers slowly. She cleaned her hands with a tissue, then carefully cleaned him and ordered him to pull up his jeans. It took him a long moment to recover from his pleasure enough to obey, and he stared at her, amazed by the caring that showed in her eyes, and the excited blush of her cheeks. 

"You're going to make such a lovely pet," she grinned. "Of course, you need some work, proper training and all that. I'm going to have my secretary contact a professional to work out a week when you can be instructed."

"Your secretary?" Matthew blushed. 

"Of course." She laughed at his concern. "Oh, you needn't worry. She knows all about you, Matthew, that's why I sent her to bring you to my office. You see, she's another one of my pets. And she knows if she's very good, she may get a chance at you herself one of these days. That is, if you want to be my pet." She cupped his cheek lovingly, daring him to refuse. "Do you want to be my pet, Matthew? Do you want to be with your goddess from now on?"

"Yes," he admitted, and knew it was true. One taste of Ms. O'Connor would never be enough. He was drunk on her, and he knew that he wanted to spend forever worshipping his beautiful Amazon. 

"Good," she purred. "Leave the week after next free. I'm sending you to be trained. Of course, I'll be giving you the week free from work….call it a paid holiday." She smiled at him, and he felt warmth beam through his body. He fell to his knees again, his arm cupping one of her gorgeous legs, his lips pressed to the knee in reverence. Ms. O'Connor gave a chuckle and swatted his hands away. She returned to her chair again, and gave him a wicked smile. 

"You learn fast, Matthew. I'm going to enjoy breaking you. Now come over here and thank your mistress." She spread her thighs again, giving him access to her warm center, and he crawled to her once more, to bestow upon her all the gifts a devoted slave could offer.



Amazon Bertha and Her Subs



Author's note: "Amazon Bertha and Her Subs" is the second story in a sub/dom trilogy. The story is for those who prefer over-the-top fem-dom, forced-bi, biracial, nonconsent stories. This fictional tale will be a waste of time if you have another fetish. However, if you do like intense stories with those strong sexual non-vanilla themes, then I hope you like this one. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond, and please don't forget to vote if you enjoyed the story. 

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"Heather! Do you want white or red wine tonight?" Rick asked.

"I'll have white. Did you hear that noise? I think there's someone at your front door. Should I see who it is?"

"No. It's probably an obnoxious sales person trying to get me to buy something I don't need or want like Girl Scout cookies. Just ignore it," Rick hesitantly said.

The knocking got louder. 

"You fucking piece of shit!" the mature black woman outside angrily yelled while pounding Rick's door with all of her might. 

"You better open this locked door right now or you will be sorry when I get hold of you! I am getting really pissed. You know what that means, you low-life scum bag!"

Heather could not comprehend what was going on. 

"Why was this unfamiliar woman banging on Rick's door in his Boston apartment saying such horrible things, and why was her lover acting so timid and strange? It was unlike him. I have to find out what is going on," Heather thought to herself as she approached the door.

"Rick, I am going to find out who this crazy woman is and tell her to get lost before she breaks the door. Should I call the police?" Heather asked her lover.

"Heather! Please don't touch the door! I beg you!" Rick quickly countered.

Unfortunately, Rick knew who was hammering his door. His body noticeably trembled because he was terrified that Heather would discover his dark secret. He did not want to consider the disastrous consequences of what that would mean to his loving relationship with her. 

Despite his pleading, Heather unlocked the door. In rushed Big Bad Bertha, the 55-year old, 6-foot tall, 350-pound black Amazon from hell.

"Where is sub-boy?" screamed Bertha. "I've got a juicy creampie and I need him to service me! It is dipping out of my pussy, and the situation needs to be rectified immediately."

"Who the hell are you and what do you want?" Heather asked in a forceful manner, shocked by the intrusion.

A hard smack to Heather's beautiful face from Bertha's left fist, to make it clear who was the boss, almost knocked her out. Heather's glasses flew across the room and her nose started to bleed.

"There you are, my little sub-boy," Bertha laughed, spying Rick in the corner of the room. 

"What are doing hiding behind this poor excuse of a woman? Get your white ass over here at once. You know what to do. My disgusting husband fucked me a few minutes ago and dumped tons of his foul cum into my sensuous body. That despicable pig did his manly business so fast that he didn't give my delectable pussy the physical satisfaction it needs for having to put up with him. Finish the job with your mouth, sub-boy. We all know how much you like my husband's black jizz."

Rick lay on the floor, dreading what was going to happen, especially in front of his beautiful 25-year old lover Heather. He was keenly aware of Bertha's evil plan because she and her equally large Latina bisexual girlfriends Selena and Latoya had been doing this to him at least twice a week for the past six months. 

He reluctantly opened his mouth while on the floor, closed his eyes, and stuck out his tongue as far as it could possibly go, licking his lips at the same time as instructed in the past in order to increase the wetness for Bertha's large clit when she mounted his face. 

"Use me as you see fit Mistress," Rick reluctantly told her, as he always did at the beginning of these sessions.

Bertha took off her skirt and then her soiled underpants. The disgusting, revolting odour was so strong in the room that it was unbearable. Both Rick and Heather start to gag. Obviously, Bertha hadn't washed her hairy cunt for many days but apparently the stench did not bother her because she was used to it. The gooey white creampie from her husband who had fucked not long ago started to run down her massive tree-trunk legs. 

Bertha stood above Rick and quickly dropped her entire 350-pound carcass on top of him. She started a back-and-forth rocking motion with her dense forest of black pubic hair scratching, and then tearing into his good-looking face with every movement of her monstrous body. Rick knew he would get a serious case of razor burn from her barb wire-like pubic hair that would be impossible to explain tomorrow to the members of his company. 

He had hoped that Heather, his close friends, and his coworkers would never find out about Selena, Latoya, and especially Bertha who was the oldest and meanest of the three. Rick feared that more than anything in his life. However, there was a storm cloud over his head, and deep down he knew that this degrading situation with the three fem-doms would eventually be discovered. Today was the day that his dark secret life would be revealed to his lover Heather. 

If others in his workplace in Boston also became aware that Rick was willing to be sexually assaulted by three disgusting women on a regular basis, his coworkers would laugh at him and he would become the brunt of their constant teasing. Just thinking of the cruel names (creampie-guzzler, toy-boy, wimp, pussy/ass-wipe ...) he would be called by his company's employees every day as he walked the halls of his building when his unconventional personal life became public knowledge was too much for Rick to bear. Nevertheless, he was a willing sub for Bertha and her girlfriends. There was nothing he could do to prevent that reality. He therefore was at their mercy.

"Why aren't I a real man like Bertha's husband?" Rick thought to himself as he began to cry inside like the weak wuss he was even though his tiny cock was starting to grow in anticipation of what was going to happen in his apartment as Bertha sat on him.

Bertha's puffy pussy lips completely covered her sub-boy's face, and her fat gut was so huge that it blocked the natural sunlight of the room, and therefore Rick's ability to see Bertha's and Heather's faces from his demeaning position on the floor. He could only imagine the horror on Heather's face. She must be in shock. 

Nevertheless, Rick could not protect Heather from what was going to happen to her after Bertha had her way with him. He just prayed he could breathe while being sexually assaulted and abused by this fem-dom as she face-raped him.

"You know what to do!" yelled Bertha one more time. "Get busy! I don't have all day!"

While squatting over him, more of her husband's thick cum started to drip out of her revolting pussy onto Rick's exposed face. She made sub-boy lick her swollen clit with his tongue and lips. At the same time she stuffed his nose into her vagina to allow him to get a good whiff of her fermenting pussy juices and the leaking creampie from her disgusting husband. In this face-sitting position, Bertha liked to use Rick's nose as a mini cock to get double stimulation on her ass and large clit.

"You are quite lucky today I didn't get a fudge pack from my husband," Bertha yelled out mockingly. "You know how disgusting that can be when I made you clean me up back there in the past even though we all know how much you enjoy eating my soiled ass.

"Suck it out of my cunt, loser. You are pathetic. 

"Come on pansy ass. Clean it up! Keep going. There is plenty of my husband's cum for you to enjoy.

"What, you can't breathe? Too fucking bad. Keep at it.

"Go deeper with your tongue. Get all of his disgusting crap out of me. I will not need a shower later today if you do a good job cleaning me up."

Heather was sitting in a corner of Rick's apartment in a fetal position. She couldn't comprehend what was happening to the wonderful guy she loved with all of her heart and hoped to marry in the near future. 

Bertha saw Heather crying and whimpering like a little baby. She grabbed Heather's beautiful long blond hair, pulling the younger woman closer into the action by yanking on its roots.

"There's not much meat on you but you do have a pretty mouth, and I like toned young white girls in stilettos. You'll do nicely. Since you're here, I might as well put your lipstick-coated slut mouth to good use." 

Bertha took off her grubby blouse and then her huge white bra with its super-strong wire under support. The latter action caused two of the largest natural breasts imaginable to drop to the floor like sacks of rocks.

Okay my new fem sub-slut, take off your clothes. I give you permission to finger yourself while you are orally servicing me.

"My, what a nice landing strip you have. In contrast, your breasts are so small they are a joke. Are you sure you are not an adolescent teenager? Take a look at a real woman. Can you imagine what it would be like to have breasts as large and beautiful as mine on that slender body of yours?

"Start sucking my nipples to get them nice and hard. Let me show you how to do it you dumb broad. See how I want you to make them protrude from my body as you make them super sensitive. I want to hear your mouth suck my large chocolate tits like a vacuum cleaner at full power. Do you know how to suck breasts or are you a brainless fuck who has to be taught everything?

"You no longer will be using that cute little mouth of yours to suck Rick's tiny white-boy penis. It is for my enjoyment for here on. Your mouth, cunt, and ass now belong to me."

Heather was terrified of this older black fem-dom. She tried to put up a fight but the Amazon was too powerful for her, and Bertha's grasp of her head was so strong that it was impossible for her to escape. At this moment in time something snapped in Heather's mind like the trunk of a tree that had been suddenly hit by a blot of lightening during a powerful summer storm. Unexpectedly, she became sexually aroused by the degrading situation in Rick's apartment which was so wrong on one level but so right on another. 

Deep in her subconscious, Heather suddenly realized that she was no different than her former boyfriend who was presently lying on the floor willingly servicing Bertha with his mouth. No matter how beautiful and desirable she was to men, Heather concluded that she was just a nasty sub-slut lesbian, as Bertha correctly surmised, to be used by this dominant woman as she saw fit. Heather now understood and accepted what was happening to her mind and body. Not only did she desire to suck Bertha's nipples as her new master ordered, she hoped she would be allowed to service the Amazon's dirty pussy and ass later today as sub-boy Rick was enjoying right now. 

Despite what was going on in her mind, Heather initially hesitated to place her mouth on Bertha's breasts as ordered by the older woman because she had never done that to another female.

Bertha gave a painful wake-up slap to Heather's pretty face with her open hand for not moving fast enough.

"You need to do a better job than that useless wimp on the floor eating my nasty pussy, if you also want to service me regularly in the future," Bertha said.

"By the way Rick, how do I taste today? I guess you can tell I haven't washed my hairy cunt in a week. I know you like it that way. Don't forget to save some of the salty goo for my new sub-slut Heather. She'll join you shortly after she gets my nipples nice and hard," laughed Bertha in a mocking manner. 

"Maybe I'll take her home and use her some more this afternoon after I let my sensitive clit recover from its session with your willing mouth. My girlfriends Selena and Latoya are stopping by this afternoon. I am sure they would enjoy my newly discovered pristine "princess" the same way I intend to use her today. When the three of us are done with our new forced-bi fuck-toy, it's likely her mouth will be sore for a week from its prolonged sucking of our juicy pussies, asses, and tits."

"Heather, would you like my disgusting shrimp-dick husband to give you some of his cum this afternoon? He's a piece of crap but after all, he is my husband. I suppose I should let him get some new pussy since he's paying the bills. At least, it will be an excuse for me to reject the anticipated request by him to fuck me again tonight.

"Better yet, I think I'll give you to my obese 82-year old father who has a nice 12-incher. It's his birthday this week. You would be a nice present even though I imagine you won't be able to walk properly for a few days after his massive cock destroys your little-girl cunt from one of his all-night sessions.

"You will become a real woman who can take on any guy after Daddy's enormous cock remodels your pussy. You better hope he doesn't knock you up when he fucks you unprotected as he likes to do. At least those tiny breasts of yours will become a decent size from all of the milk in them when Daddy's black baby starts growing in your thin, snow-white body. Would you like to be Daddy's cow?" 

Heather was not sexually experienced for a woman of her age, and the largest cock she had in her vagina up to now was Rick's measly five inches. As Bertha mocked her, Heather imagined what it would be like to have a really huge cock rapidly going in and out of her little-girl pussy, crashing into the back of her vagina on every descending motion, penetrating her cervix, and eventually depositing millions of its angry sperm fighting like savages for the fertile egg in her womb. 

Heather had only seen massive cocks like that in porno films. Did Bertha's black father really have a cock that was a foot in length and probably as thick as a beer can? What a strange, but wondrous experience, that would be for her delicate body. A 12-incher certainly would stretch out her pussy to the point where it would be difficult for her to have an orgasm from an average-sized man in the future. 

Nevertheless, Heather no longer cared about Rick and his underdeveloped friends. She didn't even care about having a baby from Bertha's ebony father. Instead, she imagined her swollen milk-laden breasts, and wondered what it would be like to finally become a real woman in that department.

"Yes Mistress Bertha, I would like to service you, your family, and girlfriends. I can no longer remain here, especially after a 12-incher has its way with my pussy.

"Do I have your permission to cum now?" Heather asked.

"Not yet princess. Are you so stupid that you don't realize that your Mistress always cums first? Do I have to tell you everything you dumb bitch?" Bertha replied in disgust, as she again smashed Heather's mouth against the aroused nipple on her more sensitive left breast.

"Eat it bitch.

"Ooooh! That's right princess. Grab my boob with your girlie mouth and suck it like the horny bitch you are. I like that. Get it nice and wet. You're getting better at it.

"I knew you were a willing lesbo just waiting for a real woman like me to take charge. Rougher! Harder! Nibble on my extended nipple with your teeth you slut. 

"Fuck yeah, bitch! Now you are getting into it. Faster."

As Bertha started to reach her peak, she repetitively smacked Heather's ass as hard and fast as she could with her hand to get her new slut to suck her breast with more intensity, as if she was a jockey wiping the horse under her to get to the finish line.

With her mouth glued to Bertha's breast, Heather rubbed her clit so hard with the fingers on both of her hands to the point where her soaking pussy reached a fever pitch from the intense heat that had built up inside her body. She had never reached this state of arousal with any man. 

Heather's body started to shake uncontrollably. The thought of orally servicing Bertha and her two huge bisexual girlfriends later this afternoon became too much for her. Heather badly needed to cum. However, she feared having her orgasm before Bertha had hers because it was now clear that she must do whatever was ordered by her master.

"Please Mistress, cum now so that I can quickly follow you. I am so close. I will do anything you want. I am yours. Please! Please! I want to cum right now!" Heather begged the older woman over and over again in desperation.

"YEAH -- THAT'S IT! OH, IT FEELS SO GOOD! NOW THAT IS WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT! YOU SUBS FINALLY ARE DOING IT RIGHT!" screamed Bertha as she finally experienced her powerful orgasm, almost suffocating sub-boy Rick who was laying on the floor as her entire 350-pound body smashed his head into the floor.

"Thank you for letting me cum!" cried out Heather as she quickly followed Bertha, rubbing her wet pussy as hard and fast as she could with her fingers, as if they were multiple small cocks gang-banging her.

A few minutes after the two women experienced their orgasms and had recovered somewhat, Heather addressed her new Mistress, "Do you want me to service Selena, Latoya, your husband, or your father next like the nasty sub slut you created?" 

"You will do all of them, you dim-witted girl, before the day is out. I also plan on getting some serious money from pimping you lovely body to every horny male and female loser in the neighborhood. Maybe, even my homeless sister would like a piece of you since she is not getting any regular sex.

"Put your clothes back on. It is time to leave your wimpy former boyfriend. Next up is Selena and Latoya. My two girlfriends and I will turn you into a talented lesbian in the next couple of hours. When we are done with you, you will not be able to get enough of our enormous female bodies like the little sub-boy under me who is still licking my pussy.

"Isn't he cute? Like a good boy, he continues to suck my clit because he wants my pussy's narcotic nectar so bad. You can see how much he enjoys my sensuous chocolate body based on the good sized bugle in his pants. Notice that he doesn't dare touch his cock when I am here."

"You can stop now sub-boy. I had my climax and you satisfactorily cleaned up the creampie mess in my pussy. You can take care of yourself after I leave." 

Rick was relieved that he once again survived one of Bertha's physical attacks on his face, even though his jaw felt broken and he was still having trouble breathing. The bottom of his head had already developed a large lump from the powerful intensity of Bertha's Rubenesque body driving his head into the unforgiving hardwood floor during her climax, and his face was raw from Bertha's coarse pubic hair. 

After a recovery period of another few minutes, Bertha and Heather exited Rick's apartment hand-in-hand, leaving sexually assaulted Rick lying on the floor covered with Bertha's cunt juices and the residual cum from her husband encrusted on his bright-red face that was so good looking only 30 minutes ago.

As she walked out the door with Heather trailing her like a puppy dog, Bertha turned around and laughed. 

"Not bad today sub-boy. My delectable pussy will be back in a few days for another enjoyable session with your mouth. However, next time you also will have to clean up Heather after I give her to my toothless father for an overnight session in his nursing home. I'm sure he will be able to give her a number of massive loads for you to orally take care of.

"Since Daddy hasn't had pussy in a long time, his large balls should be filled to the brim with their old-man cum. Maybe, I will allow Daddy's four nursing-home roommates to also have their way with my princess so that there is even more manly chocolate cum for you to drink and enjoy since yours is so pathetic.

"You are such a loser.

"By the way, Latoya is stopping by tomorrow morning. Because she seemed really pissed when I talked to her today, you better be on your best behaviour. I think she is on the rag."




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"I will Mistress." Rick whimpered, knowing that Latoya could be just as mean as Bertha when she was in one of her foul moods at that time of the month.

After Bertha and Heather closed the door, Rick unzipped his pants and looked down at his incredible hard-on with its oozing precum that now needed his full attention with his hand, as it always did after these fem-dom sessions. Because this was the most aroused Rick had ever been, there was a good chance that his cum might reach the ceiling seven feet above him as it started to blast out of his cock with incredible energy.