Hosi in the U.S. of A.
In 7 parts, based on the posts by senorlongo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novel.
I walked out, thinking to myself that my story had worked out pretty well...I was off the hook and Marks was on and the Amazons were completely out of the picture. Now I just had to deal with Spillane. I followed him into his office and took a seat on the leather couch. “Tell me about Mike,” he said once he was back behind his desk.”Well, sir we were completely lost most of the time. We were able to take a star sighting some nights if it didn’t rain to find our latitude, but we had no idea what our longitude was. That’s how we made the mistake. We looked at our map and determined from the topography that the stream we had to cross was just shallow and slow-moving. Mike waded out and for the first forty feet he was fine. The water only came up to his knees, but the next step put him over his head and in a strong current. I tried to race along the shore but the brush was too thick. In an instant he must have been a quarter mile ahead of me…and then I heard the scream. Oh God, it was terrible.“When I caught up I saw it was a waterfall. Mike had gone over. I worked my way to the bottom where I found his body. He was bashed and broken and he was obviously dead. I replaced his transmitter—it had already been forced almost completely out of his body. I buried him in the soft sand—deep enough that the animals would leave him alone. That’s when I realized we had the wrong stream. I could see the waterfall clearly on the topographic map. We were more than 200 miles from where we thought we were. Mike died needlessly, just so some asshole bean counter would look good to his boss.”
“I assume you’ll want some time off after that ordeal.”
“You might say that, sir. I figure the company owes me six months between vacation and sick days. I’m quitting; I just can’t do this any longer. Losing Mike was bad enough; I almost died, too. After he died I wandered around in the jungle for more than a month. It was a miracle that I was found by a local tribe and given a beat up canoe so I could make my way to the Amazon. I want this transmitter out of my body today. I’d appreciate my back salary and what you owe me for the vacation and then I’m gone.” John expressed his sorrow at the loss of Mike and tried to change my mind, but I was steadfast. I only asked for one favor—make the appointment to have the transmitter removed. He agreed and told me that Human Resources would have my check within a week.
I saw the doctor that afternoon. The procedure was out-patient so I was nursing a handful of stitches in my side when I got back to my condo at five. I called the real estate company that had helped me buy it and told them I wanted to sell—quickly. It had cost me over $400,000, quite reasonable for a two bedroom condo in Manhattan with a view of the Hudson. Living space in Manhattan is always in demand so he was sure he could find a buyer within a few months.
I went out for dinner—Wendy’s-- for some silly reason I had a yearning for a fatty burger even though I could easily afford the city’s best restaurant. Wandering all around the globe and risking your life paid well; I earned more than $200,000 a year and at 29 had almost two million in investments. I rarely spent any money. All my expenses in the field were on the company which made the GPS issue all the more ridiculous. The expedition to Brazil had cost well in excess of $100,000, yet that asshole Marks wouldn’t spend $500 so we could know where we were. Incredible!
After dinner I put phase two of my plan into effect, inviting three people to dinner the following evening—my brother, my cousin, and my best friend. I took them to a fine restaurant and we returned to the condo after. I poured brandy and began to tell my story. “I want you to know that I’ve quit. I’m going back to Brazil to live and I want you to come with me. Listen to what I have to say—it’s a long story and it’s all true.” I began with the evening in the clearing, our capture by the Amazons, the milking, and everything. I finished by telling them I was going back for two reasons—Hosi and 450 gorgeous virgins who couldn’t wait to be fucked. “I’m willing to share the virgins, but Hosi is mine. Now, I want you to ask yourselves if you are truly happy in your work here. Scott, you’re my brother and you’re an engineer. I know you’ve been frustrated by the negative company politics and idiotic government regulations. Think of what you could do in the valley, not to mention all the fucking you could possibly handle. Kevin, you’re my cousin and I know you’re pissed about being passed over for that professorship. You’re an agricultural expert; you could make crop yields triple there and I know how horny you are. Dennis, you and I have always been buddies, going all the way back to third grade. You’re a doctor, but you hate the way the insurance companies run everything, putting patients and their health a distant second to their bottom line. All three of you have so much you could offer. I’m liquidating my physical assets, but keeping my investments. I plan to use the proceeds to help fund projects in the valley. If you decide to join me I’d like you to do the same. Your needs will be few. They will feed and house you, probably with a beautiful horny woman. My only job was to fuck a different hot babe each and every day. They’re not interested in rough sex, so that’s out. There’s no crime—hell, there aren’t even any doors on the houses. Oh yeah, no booze, although they do have some decent wine. Think it over and let me know. However, I must insist on your silence. Consider this top-secret. I’d appreciate an answer in two weeks so we can plan together.” I sat back to let them think.
“I don’t need two weeks, David,” my brother Scott replied, “I’m in. I can’t wait to get away from this filthy city.”
“Count me in, too, where would I be without my best friend,” Dennis exclaimed.
“Oh, shit, might as well make it unanimous,” Kevin grinned.
We planned well into the night, first about our finances, second about our trip—how to get there, what to bring, etc. We met again the next evening talking for hours over pizza and beer. After a week it was done. Now all we had to do was sell off our assets. That took the longest time. I was able to sell my condo within a month; although Dennis lived in a nice section of the Bronx he had the most difficulty. Four months later we were ready to go. We had ordered a huge variety of tools—axes, saws, hammers and nails, hoes and tillers, cultivators and a load of medical supplies so we could start a hospital. We had developed some solutions to what I believed were the valley’s biggest problems. And most important of all—two large rigid hull inflatable boats with strong outboard engines to carry everything up the Amazon. The last things I bought were some dependable GPS receivers and a shortwave radio.
We sent everything by ship, witnessing both the departure from the Hoboken dock and the arrival near the mouth of the Amazon. We unpacked everything in a dockside warehouse we had rented for a month, carefully loading the equipment into the inflatables. We filled the gas tanks, tested the Yamahas and balanced the boats. I knew from my previous trip that we would be able to buy gasoline and food at various stops along the river. We loaded fresh water and food last, spent our last night having a good meal and sleeping in a decent bed although none of us slept very well that night—we were too excited and impatient to depart.
We planned to travel about a hundred miles a day—going upstream is much more arduous and time consuming and we had to watch out for river traffic for the first eighty percent of the trip. Finally, at the end of the eighth day we reached the small town that I knew was less than a day’s journey from the beloved valley. We replenished our supplies, ate a decent meal, and posted a guard while the rest of us slept in the boats. There was a strong likelihood that everything would have been stolen, boats included, had we not.
The final morning we left early—as soon as it was light enough to see. There was little traffic on the river here so we could open up the engines. I kept a keen lookout, first to see if anyone tried to follow us and, second for the strip of cloth I had tied off months ago when I had left my love. Anything could have happened. It could have been removed by some native tribesman or overgrown by the jungle plants, or just rotted away in the hot humid weather, but there it was exactly as I had tied it. We proceeded up the tributary at a slower pace—the river was narrower and the current stronger There were also submerged logs to be dealt with. It took most of the day to reach the waterfall. We pulled the boats onto the bank and tied them off to some stout trees. We covered them with brush in case we had been followed. I didn’t think we were, but it’s always better to be safe.
I showed them the rope I had used to descend. Knowing that we would have to climb the rope all of us had worked out daily at our local YMCA for weeks. We went up the rope like monkeys up a tree. I led the band to the village. Reta was the first to see us. She hugged me fiercely, but I could tell she was checking out the other men—she knew I was taken. She led us to the Queen’s residence where we removed our shoes and socks and followed Reta to meet her. We walked in, kneeled and bowed.
“So, Dr. Schneider I see you have returned, but who are these strangers?”
“My Queen may I introduce my brother Scott. He is an engineer and very good at solving problems and building things. This is my cousin Kevin; he is an agricultural expert, a former university professor (OK, so I exaggerated a bit) and this is my best friend Dennis. He is a doctor of medicine. I remember you told me that only seven of every ten newborn children survived. I am sure that Dennis can help improve that as well as care for any injuries or illnesses that may occur. All three have volunteered to help with impregnating your women. I will vouch for their character. Also, we have brought a number of tools and medical implements; they are in two boats at the bottom of the waterfall. We will bring them up tomorrow with your permission.”
“Very well…please rise, gentlemen. Reta will show you to some houses you may use. I will set a guard over your boats. Dr. Schneider, I believe you need to bathe. Please do so immediately. You are dismissed.” We backed out as Reta set about finding the necessary housing. I noticed that she billeted Scott in a house next to hers. She had a twinkle in her eye as she reminded me of the Queen’s command to bathe. I walked to the pool and understood why. There, with her back to me was my Hosi. I stripped quietly and stepped into the water, “Do you think there is room here for two?” I asked.
Hosi straightened and I could see her smile as she turned, “Don’t you mean room for three?” I saw her swollen belly heavy with child as she turned. I grinned wildly as I ran through the shallow water to her. I ran my hands up her silky back to hold her head as we kissed for the first time in months. She washed me and led me home.
We walked into Hosi’s home—it was exactly as it was when I had left. Hosi undressed me, lay me down and stepped over me. “Fuck me, David! Fuck me hard!” Then she whispered, “Did I get that right?” She wasted no time, sliding down my pole in an instant once I had grinned and nodded. “Promise me, David that you will never leave me again. I have been desperate for you these last two months.”
“I was desperate for you five minutes after I left. I promise you that we will never spend a night apart again. I’m going to embarrass myself now, though. I have not cum since I left here.”
“That only means we will do it again and again. I hope you do not need much sleep tonight.” She said giggling as she raised herself up, only to sink down my cock again. She repeated fewer than twenty times when I could hold back no longer. I sprayed her vaginal walls repeatedly before collapsing back to rest in anticipation of our next mating.
We made love five times that evening. I knew that there was a time beyond which pregnant women should cease having vaginal sex, but I didn’t know when that was and Hosi didn’t care. I was a wreck when I rose the following morning for our meeting with the Queen. I was feeling pretty badly until I saw Scott. He looked as though he had been ridden hard and put away wet. In contrast, Reta looked as fresh as a daisy.
When I looked at Scott he held up six fingers as he almost collapsed on his feet. “There are plenty of others if you don’t like her,” I whispered.
“Like her? Hell no, I love her. What a woman! All I did was lie there—she did all the work. My God, I’ve never seen a set of abdominal and vaginal muscles like those in my life.” Kevin and Dennis had similar experiences. We were a sorry looking group as we met the Queen. Unlike our audiences this was a meeting. We sat at a table while we explained some of our plans. We had identified several critical concerns—developing an irrigation system for the farms and improving the sanitary system. Scott described how he would create a large water wheel that would power an Archimedes screw. This device would provide an unending source of water for the fields. I had located some mineral deposits that could be used to make a primitive concrete to line the channels to the fields and minimize loss to the soil en route. The screw could also provide water for a continual flush toilet system. Scott had drawings and explained them carefully. The hardest part of this project would be the sinking of four large pine logs in the river to support the water wheel. To Scott it was child’s play.
Dennis explained how he would establish his hospital. Queen Aleppa recalled how I had set a woman’s leg, saving her life. Could Dennis do that, too? I almost laughed while I explained the difference between Dennis’s skill level and mine. She made the third largest house in the village available to him; he would begin his examination of the pregnant women the following morning. His job would be relatively easy most days—the Amazons were physically strong and there were few diseases in the valley—no AIDS or venereal diseases, no TB, no colds or flu. However, their strenuous activities occasionally resulted in injuries that could now be treated.
Kevin went last. He explained how he would look at all the existing crops before making suggestions on new species or agricultural techniques. He would make similar studies of the flocks and herds. When they were done Queen Aleppa asked me, “And what will you be doing, David?”
“Well, my Queen, right now I’m recovering from my first night with Hosi.” I continued after the laughter had died down, “Hosi showed me some forges and smelting operations up in the mountains during one of our walks. She told me that the knowledge to run them had been lost. I have that knowledge. I will need some help, but I can teach your people to make new and better metals.”
“Well, gentlemen, I am impressed. I give my permission to begin. I will be most interested in seeing how you will put those poles into the river. I anticipate a large audience for that. I will supply whatever resources you might need, both in people and in materials. Now, I understand that you have already made yourselves at home here and that several members of the tribe have officially welcomed you. You have my permission and blessing to mate with any Amazon who will have you. We still need many new tribeswomen.”
This comment led to my most difficult remarks, “My Queen, I know that you are a society of women, but have you ever thought how impractical that is? You have no way to maintain your numbers unless you kidnap men from outside. That is not always productive because the men may be unruly and unsuitable. You have had that experience already. Why not breed your own male population? There are many matriarchal societies in the world—ones in which women are in control. We are committed to spending the rest of our lives here with you, but what will happen when we are gone? The same problem will exist. It is an important matter for you to think about.”
“I have always found your thoughts interesting and valuable, Dr. Schneider,” Queen Aleppa replied, “You have given me much to consider…much indeed. Now, gentlemen shall we address the matter of your implements?” We walked with the Queen to the waterfall. Scott volunteered to descend and I was not surprised when Reta joined him. They attached the first box to the rope and we pulled. I opened it to reveal a set of pulleys and four hundred feet of braided nylon rope. I climbed out onto the thick branch and tied on the pulleys. I could see that Queen Aleppa was intrigued. I lowered one block of pulleys to the floor where Reta and Scott tied it to the first box of implements. The Queen was astonished to see how easy it was to pull them up. We continued this process all day until everything was done. Then I lowered the block again and we lifted the lovers. I had seen them all day and it was clear they were smitten with each other. My only question was whether my brother could survive Reta. She was stronger and in better condition and she was clearly just as horny as he was. I’d hate to lose my only brother the first week.
Fortunately, he was in better shape the following morning when we went into the mountains to find the poles we would need to support our water wheel. Scott was thrilled when we were able to find a grove of tall cedars which were much more resistant to water than even the pines. Getting them down the hills proved to be less a problem than we thought—one hundred strong Amazons per log got the job done in a jiffy.
Meanwhile Dennis had established his hospital with the aid of the two Amazons who had provided what limited health care existed before I had arrived. He explained that he wanted to examine all of the pregnant women first and then all the women for a check-up. He was less than a quarter through those
exams when he realized what a waste of time it was. He had never seen such healthy specimens in his life, nor had he ever examined such consistently beautiful and shapely women, either.
Kevin had examined the crops and made some suggestions, including crop rotation to replenish the soil. He recommended moving the goats to the lower mountains and importing a small herd of cows. He also suggested building a large coop for chickens to provide both eggs and meat. While these projects were interesting they were nothing compared to Scott’s sinking of the poles. The first step was location. Several tests were made with long bamboo poles. Once that was done Scott constructed an A-frame from the longest pines he could find. A pulley was attached and a long rope tied on to a large rock. The A-frame was raised with ropes and push poles and the ropes were tied off to deeply driven stakes. The cedar poles had been cut to thirty feet in length and trimmed to a point on the bottoms. The first pole was held in place with ropes tied to trees and buildings along the shore. The rock was pulled up and dropped repeatedly, driving the pole into the river bottom to a depth of eighteen feet. The first pole was used to help support the second; they were used to support the others. It took two weeks of hard work, but the job was done. A heavy plank was bolted across each pair of poles and a hole drilled to support the axle. Stainless inserts helped reduce friction with the 2-inch diameter stainless rod we had brought with us to serve as the axle. We had previously welded a gear to one end and had drilled holes to support the sides of the water wheel which was to be built in place. Ever conscious of safety, all workers were given safety harnesses tied to the poles. The wisdom of that was shown several times when Amazon workers fell into the swiftly moving water.
While that was taking place a series of canals were dug through the fields and a long channel three feet deep and four wide was dug to the river. The bottom and sides were coated with the crude concrete. A wooden chute ran from the top of the Archimedes screw to the channel. The entire tribe was present when the water wheel was untied and began to function. Water flowed in a steady stream as the channel filled and irrigated the thirsty crops to the steady cheer of the throng. Previously all this was done by hand with long lines of women carrying water in large wooden buckets. I could see the pride in Reta’s face when the water began to flow. I also thought I saw a slight bulge in her abdomen.
Now we were ready for the next project. I had located a supply of limestone in the mountains. Limestone is relatively soft and much easier to quarry than granite or any other igneous rock. I was able to quarry slabs approximately ten feet by five by one. We used these to make smaller blocks for the communal toilet. Water would be diverted from the chute to provide a continuous flow under the benches. This water would be piped underground to a place just above the waterfall. It took four months to get it operating and another four to finish the roof and walls.
In the meantime some of the women began to give birth. I was with Hosi as her time approached. Dennis was able to measure her dilation and give an approximate due date. So far two of the women had experienced difficulty necessitating C-sections. Queen Aleppa was amazed at Dennis’s skill with the scalpel and, more importantly, four people had survived when previously both mothers and their babies would have perished.
I knew that I was a father when the first Amazon gave birth, but it was really personal when it became Hosi’s turn. I was a nervous wreck when Dennis began to pull the baby from Hosi’s body. Hosi had an easier time of it than I did judging by her appearance when she finally held our child. I couldn’t kiss her enough, nor could I possibly tell her too often how much I loved her. She patted my head and whispered, “I guess you were right—these blobs of fat finally have a use.”
Scott and Reta stayed as a couple and I had been right—Reta was pregnant. Scott could not have been happier. He had never been popular in high school—he was strong, but more of a nerd than a jock. Now he had gone from a mostly celibate life to one where he was a primo stud. Everyone in the village could hear Reta—she was a screamer and she screamed almost all night long on many occasions. I learned never to ask Scott anything too important in the mornings—he was always too wrecked. I thought “bloodshot” was his normal eye color.
Dennis wound up with his two nurses—Leba and Biva. They were sisters and they obviously learned to share at an early age. The Amazons had no concept of monogamy so there was little if any jealousy among the women. At first the Amazons were reluctant to see Dennis with a health concern; the concept of health care was foreign to them. But after he saved the lives of the two women in childbirth the barriers disappeared. Dennis was the father of the first twin boys in the history of the tribe.
Queen Aleppa was what I considered an ideal ruler. She was fair and just and she never lost touch with her people. More importantly, she was always open to new ideas. One of Scott’s had to do with the bathing facilities. Using the pool was fine for adults, but infants had to be held and watched the entire time. Scott proposed using some of the limestone to make a real bath, similar to those used by the Romans. Tubs of varying depths provided safe bathing for everyone from newborns to adults. Additionally, bathers could sit comfortably on the limestone slabs to dry themselves or just talk. Nudity, even by the men was openly accepted.
The only one of us who never settled down was Kevin. Like Scott he was a real nerd. I don’t think he ever dated in high school or college. Now he preferred to play the field. There were some months when he fucked fifty Amazons, at least.
Now that my Hosi was a mother our lives changed dramatically. We were parents as well as lovers. There was no birth control in the valley so it seemed likely that Hosi and the other amazons would continue to become pregnant at a rapid rate. I realized that it would be too rapid. No society can manage when more than half of the women become mothers. I sought another audience with Queen Aleppa. When I shared my concerns she smiled, “I, too have had such concerns. We must always have enough soldiers to protect ourselves. I am sorry to tell the men that the days of indiscriminate sex are over—for now, anyway.”
It’s funny how things go in a cycle. When I first arrived in the valley the Amazons were desperate to breed. Now just over a year later they were desperate again—to stop. It wouldn’t matter to me; I had Hosi and that was all any man could ever possibly ask for.
Queen Aleppa learned very quickly that it’s much easier to encourage men and women to have sex than it is to discourage them. Dennis found three women pregnant—one of them Queen Aleppa herself-- five months after her proclamation. Dennis and I talked it over and decided we needed another meeting with the Queen. “My Queen,” I began, “I think you will find that sex is like a landslide—very easily started, but impossible to stop. Dennis and I have discussed this matter and we agree that we need an external way to control this problem. Furthermore, Dennis, Scott, and I have regular partners…Kevin, as you already know, does not so he has no incentive to limit his activities. Dennis and I agree that we need birth control.” Dennis explained what we were thinking about—a contraceptive implant that would work for five years, rather than the “Pill” which we were sure the women would forget, often intentionally. Queen Aleppa gave her approval and we set about getting the implants to the valley.
We had a cover story in all the towns and cities—missionaries for an obscure but financially well endowed church. We even had black wooden crosses we wore around our necks while in town. Dennis placed an order for 500 implants, arranging for shipment to the second closest city, which was bigger and more cosmopolitan than our nearest town and actually had an office for a major medical supplier. Hosi, Dennis, and I took one of the boats and drove down the Amazon. It was a full day’s trip. Luckily we had Reta and Scott to watch our daughter.
This trip was where I first had the opportunity to see Hosi in action. After dinner we decided that we needed a drink. There was wine in the valley, but no beer or whiskey. This was our chance for a decent drink. Being new to town we had no idea where to go and wound up in a really rough joint where a couple of local toughs paid a lot of attention to Hosi--the wrong kind of attention. They tried to force themselves on her and I was just about to say something when Hosi put her hand on my arm. “Allow me,” she said quietly. The bigger guy—my height, but about 270—reached for her and, I swear, I never saw anybody move so fast as she grabbed his hand, bent it back and out, and put him on the floor before bending it so far I could hear the wrist bones break. His buddy tried to intervene and he got the same treatment. We decided to leave and on the way out some guy asked me, “How did she…?”
“Amazon warrior, “I replied. He looked at me like I was crazy. We returned to our hotel on the harbor. Hosi and I had just finished our shower when I asked her about the confrontation. “It was nothing. Don’t forget that I am trained as a warrior. They were big but very slow. Of course, wearing all these foreign clothes made me slower, too. I much prefer to wear only my skirt.”
“I can see I’ll have to be on my very best behavior,” I kidded.
“Oh, yes, David…you’d better take very good care of me or else I’ll have my way with you.” She laughed and I joined her. We fell onto the bed together where she continued, “I do like this big bed, though.” She gave me that look—the one that said she wanted me…badly. I leaned over and pulled the towel from her body; playfully she tried to pull it back, but lost it in the “struggle.” We both knew she was much stronger than I was and her training as a warrior gave her skills I could never equal, but throughout our entire relationship she had never once used either her strength or her skills against me. I assumed that was because of her love for me; my love for her also meant that I would never try to hurt her either.
We rolled over in our play, enjoying the king-sized bed, Hosi winding up on top of me. “Hmmm,” she whispered, “I think I will have my way with you. What do you think about that?”
“Well, first, I doubt I have any choice, and second, I think I’ll just lie here and enjoy.” Hosi laughed and leaned in to kiss me, “I love you, David. I went through my entire life thinking I would never even meet a man and the first one I meet is someone so special…so loving. I’m so lucky to have you.”
“I don’t want to start an argument, especially when you’re on top of me, but I think I’m the lucky one here. I’m OK looking and I suppose I have a decent body while you are incredibly beautiful and have a fantastic body. And, Hosi, what you do to me; I spent most of my life exploring my way all over the earth, never thinking about love or sex.” When Hosi laughed in my face I continued, “OK, I did think about sex, but love…marriage…settling down…never!”
“David, what is…‘marriage?’”
“By the standards of your tribe we are married now. We are mates, but our society goes a little further by having either a minister or a legal official perform a ceremony in which the man and woman agree to love and cherish each other forever. Unfortunately, ‘forever’ is a lot shorter for some people than others.” I thought for a bit before continuing, “I think, Hosi that you and I should marry. We can do it here in the city, maybe tomorrow. There may be some very good reasons to do so in the future. Usually a man gets down on a knee and asks his woman if she will marry him.”
“David…you talk too much.” Hosi reached down to rub my cock in her slit—I was hard; she was hot and wet. Raising her body she moved me into her warmth…into her wetness. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensations as she gripped my cock. Slowly, she began to rock; Hosi loved fucking slow and easy, increasing my desire and drawing out my agony as I needed desperately to cum. I leaned up to kiss her as I rolled her nipples between my fingers. Now her desire equaled mine and she increased her tempo—faster and faster—rubbing her clit into me. “Oh, Hosi!” I screamed as I shot load after load of slick white cum into her pussy; Hosi began to shake and she exploded in rapture just as I finished. We were covered in sweat despite the air conditioning. I held my woman closely, kissing her face and head and neck. I pulled the blanket over us and we went to sleep.
The next morning we checked on the shipment; it was in, but we still had to make the financial arrangements. I used the rest of the morning to find out if Hosi and I could be married. We began at the city hall. I spoke to a clerk, “Excuse me, but could you tell us how we can get married?”
“Well, Senhor you could do it here with the judge or you could go to one of the churches. I understand you are a missionary. Can’t one of your comrades do it for you?” I explained that we were not ordained and asked if he could point us in the right direction. He sent us upstairs to the court. We spoke to several people there including the judge. I filled out the license giving my name as David Schneider and Hosi’s as Hosi Retaleppa. She giggled when she saw it; her tribe only uses a single name. I paid the fee and Hosi and I were officially married. I kissed the bride and we left happily. The entire proceeding took less than ten minutes. We returned to our hotel for a brief, but passionate honeymoon. I bent Hosi back onto the bed and kneeled between her legs. I kissed my way up her legs, savoring the experience of contact with her smooth silky thighs. I reached forward leading with my tongue. As usual, she leaked pussy juice; Hosi was always wet—just the least kiss was all it took. I pushed into her tunnel. Her powerful muscles clenched around me, teasing me and inviting my cock…that would come later. I reached for her G-spot, taking great satisfaction when she shuddered in pleasure. That was my signal to move up to her clit. It was hard and hot and swollen as I sucked it into my mouth. I nibbled, licked, and sucked her to a magnificent orgasm. She shuddered and shook for almost a minute as I refused to release her clit from my grasp.
I eventually moved up, kissing my way up her body until our lips met. Hosi eagerly licked her juices from my face as her tongue attacked mine. I lifted my hips and when I moved back down my rock hard cock slid easily into Hosi. She groaned in ecstasy as I bottomed out against her cervix. Hosi may not have known the names of all these parts, but she sure as hell knew what she liked and this was one of her favorites. We began a slow rhythm; she grabbed my hair and held me for a long deep kiss. “I love you, David,” she whispered. I broke the kiss briefly to return the sentiment, returning to the kiss as I began to pound her pussy. Faster and faster we went; harder and harder we met each other until we exploded in mutual bliss. Exhausted, we clung together as we regained our strength and our breathing eased.
The following morning Dennis and I paid for the shipment and walked back to the harbor, Hosi between us all the way. I had been much more nervous on the way there, carrying thousands of US Dollars in our pockets. One of the things I had wanted to do was work out procedures for wire transfers. I hated carrying all that cash. Hosi was astonished that we could carry $10,000 in supplies in such a small box. The implants were no more than a half-inch in length and they were all hermetically sealed in a long ribbon of plastic. The only things that took up space were the applicators and removal tools. We already had plenty of alcohol and swabs, as well as small band-aids, if necessary.
We boarded our inflatable and took off up the river. On land we had to rely on Hosi’s skills, but on the river we had our rifles and Hosi had her bow and arrows. Taking our arms proved a good decision—we were followed by a rough-looking group of thugs who made their intentions clear from the outset, firing on us with several handguns. Fortunately, our boat was at least ten miles an hour faster than theirs. However, a huge raft of barges forced us to slow to crawling speed. We looked at each other and decided to take aggressive action while they were still almost a mile behind. Dennis and I were expert shots; Hosi’s skill with the bow—well, she was just as good as she was with her hands. Hosi steered while Dennis and I prepared for our assault on the bandits. I attached my scope to my rifle, loading with armor piercing ammo. We weren’t legally allowed to have this ammo, but a lot of illegal things happen every day. I wasn’t going to shoot the men—I wanted to take out their outboards. I told Hosi to steer for still water outside the barges’ wake. I set my rifle on the stern, taking care to hide it from those in the chasing boat until the last second. I took three shots, knocking out one of their engines immediately. That would eliminate them in a chase, but we were still unable to get around the barges and wouldn’t be able to for several miles, at least. Meanwhile, they had tried to open fire on us again. They made a big mistake when they turned sideways—perpendicular—to our course. This gave Dennis and me a clear shot at their one remaining outboard. A quick volley from our rifles took it out—smoke streaming from the block. They drifted away from us immediately and their handguns became completely ineffective. I still managed to give them a few hull shots at the waterline which could put them in the water. That would be a big concern—there were crocodiles and piranhas here and both could be extremely deadly. They broke out some paddles and headed for the nearest shore. The rest of our trip was uneventful; we parked our boat in the hidden boat house just below the waterfall as the sun was setting.
We scaled the rope—even with all my practice I couldn’t keep up with Hosi-- and reported to Queen Aleppa. Hosi and I were brief; we wanted to see our daughter. We picked her up with thanks to Reta and Scott. We took her home and to our bed. We loved to play with her and cuddle her between us. She was already a beauty and I was certain she would follow closely in her mother’s footsteps. We fed her and put her into her own bed. I turned to Hosi, “You know, we are on our honeymoon. We should be having a lot of sex.”
“And how would that be different from all our other days?” Hosi asked laughing. I shrugged my shoulders feigning confusion until she grabbed my shirt and literally threw me onto the bed. She fell on me laughing wildly as we grappled with each other. Even in this play Hosi could beat me badly, but she didn’t. We rolled over each other several times until she stopped with me on top, my legs between hers. “You seem to have me in a compromising position, David,” she whispered.
“Yeah, exactly where you want me,” I giggled back. She nodded wildly as she leaned up to remove my shirt and shorts. I shrugged out of my boxers just before untying her skirt and allowing it to slip silently to the floor. I flipped her over and around to “69.” “Take me into your mouth, Hosi. You can pleasure me with your mouth the same way I can pleasure you.” She was tentative at first, licking carefully around my helmet, but as I attacked her pussy with my mouth, tongue, and teeth she grew bolder and bolder.
Eventually, she got the idea of fucking me orally, taking my seven inches deep into her throat. I had been licking and sucking, probing for her G-spot for almost ten minutes when she tensed for several seconds and came hard, bathing my face in her juice. She sucked especially hard when I came and I rewarded her by soaking her tonsils with my baby cream.
“That was incredible, David. Is there a name for that?
“Yes, darling Hosi, it’s called a ’69.’ If you look at the two numbers you can see that they are upside down to each other, just as we are.”
“You sure do know a lot about sex, David.”
“That’s because our society is obsessed with sex, Hosi. Some people…it’s all they think about.”
“What about you? Don’t you think about it all the time?”
“Sure, darling…but that’s because I’m married to the most beautiful woman in the world. I even dream about you. You occupy my thoughts every second of every day.”
“I knew there was a good reason why I love you.” Hosi spooned against me, put my hand in its usual spot just under her breast and we went swiftly to sleep.
The following morning Dennis and I met again with the Queen. We suggested a lottery for the birth control—100 Amazons would be allowed to fuck and breed. The remainder would be implanted with birth control. They would be allowed to fuck, but obviously not to breed. A year later another hundred “breeders” would be selected until the entire tribe had been included. All the men would be required to couple with the breeders until they became pregnant; then we could also fuck the other tribeswomen. That was the way it was supposed to work, but that night Hosi and I went to bed a little earlier than usual, celebrating our marriage and each other. We held each other kissing and touching as we always did. Eventually, Hosi flipped me on my back and straddled me, lowering herself slowly down my cock. She rode me harder and much faster than usual, grinding her clit roughly into me until we came. It wasn’t her most inspired effort. I asked if something was bothering her.
“I could overpower you in your sleep and make you my slave,” she said.
“Sure, but you could do that when I’m awake, too. We both know you’re stronger than me and I’ll never have your fighting skills. Besides, I wouldn’t resist you.” Then, after a brief pause, I continued, “If you can do it, why haven’t you?”
“Because I value you as my mate; I enjoy you as my partner. Did you know that Queen Aleppa gave me the choice?”
“You mean to either have me as your mate or your slave?”
“Yes. Luckily you wound up with me—it could have been Reta.”
“How did I wind up with you if Reta outranks you?”
“That’s easy; I am the Queen’s favorite. I’m her daughter.” Well, that was a surprise, but I had the impression that Hosi was trying to tell me something else. “Is there something else you’re trying to tell me, Hosi? This is the craziest conversation we’ve ever had.”
“The Queen gave Reta the same choice.” OK, I thought, now we were getting some place. “Hosi, are you trying to tell me something about Scott and Reta? Is Scott becoming her slave?”
“Yes, David, but the term slave here is not quite the same as it is in most places. As my mate you have an opportunity to determine your role with me. As a slave, Reta will determine Scott’s role. She will make all the decisions, too.”
“So far Scott hasn’t complained, but what’s going to happen if he disagrees with Reta or disobeys her? Would she hurt him?”
“It is possible. That’s why I told you, David. “
I thought for a few minutes before responding, “I’m sure you understand that I will do something about this, Hosi.”
“But, what can you do, David? This is between Reta and Scott and the Queen.”
“You’d be surprised, Hosi, but first I need to speak with Scott. I wonder if he knows.” Hosi leaned over to kiss me then turned to spoon with me and placed my hand on her breast. It was time for sleep—if only I could.
The following morning I walked to Reta’s house asking Scott to join me on a trip to the forges. On the way I asked him if he knew what Reta was doing to him. “Sure…she hasn’t made any secret of it, but so far she hasn’t done anything to hurt me. Then again, I have always agreed with her and done what I’ve been told.” I explained what had occurred when I was milked and what the Queen had said. “Hmmm…that’s interesting…I wonder what she would do.”
“Well,” I replied, ”I think we need to find out before there’s a major problem. Here’s what I suggest….” We returned and I waved to Reta as I turned down the lane to the hospital where I enlisted Dennis. From there I spoke to Kevin. He was reluctant but eventually joined the crusade. Now I went to see the Queen. “Your highness,” I began, “I am having trouble understanding how you could allow a free man to become a slave…a slave to one of your tribe.” When she feigned ignorance I laughed, “Please, my Queen, you gave Hosi the choice…slave or mate…and you did the same with Reta. I brought my brother, my cousin, and my friend here to help this tribe. We were all free men at home and we have the same expectation here. It might be different if you had captured us, but you didn’t. Is this how you repay our kindness and dedication to helping you?
“I have been wondering how your ideas about slavery agree with your edict that none of us are to be harmed in any way.” Queen Aleppa was silent for several minutes when she gave the signal to summon Reta and Scott. Reta was annoyed when she approached the Queen. I spoke first, “I understand that you are making a slave of my brother, Reta.”
“I do not understand why that is your concern, David.” I repeated the comments I had made to the Queen and then addressed Reta directly, “So far Scott has followed you, but what will happen if he disagrees with you or disobeys? You are not the kind of person who would deliberately violate one of the Queen’s edicts, are you?”
“What are you talking about, David?”
“Throughout history slaves have been disciplined by causing them pain—hitting, slapping, whipping, or worse, so how will you enforce your will when your Queen has stated that none of the men are to be injured or harmed in any way? I can understand if you are more dominant than Scott. Sometimes I think that would be good for him. When Hosi and I disagree we talk about our feelings and make a decision, but more often than not I rely on Hosi’s experience here. This is, after all, Hosi’s valley, village, tribe, and home.” I could see Reta thinking…mulling over what had been said.
“I see your point, David,” she began, “My Queen I request your permission to take Scott as my mate.” Queen Aleppa smiled, nodded, and I went to hug Reta. “Thank you, Reta. I think you will find that to be the right decision.” Hosi and I bowed to the Queen and left. I heard Reta ask Scott what he would like to do now that they were equals. “I have a few ideas,” he replied, “why don’t we try some of them now?” He took Reta by the hand and led her back to their home.
“You were lucky, David. What would you have done if she refused?”
“Simple enough…what we call a ‘strike’—no more fucking--from any of us. It would be hard for Queen Aleppa to have us milked when she has repeatedly said that we are not to be injured, but I was pretty sure Reta would come around. She may be a little headstrong, but she is basically a very fine person.”
Hosi took my hand and placed it on her silky firm butt. I could see the desire in her eyes as she said, “David, you are incredible; I think you deserve a reward.”
I laughed and agreed, “Once again I am pleased to defer to your judgment.” Hosi joined my laughter, took my hand and led me home. En route we could hear Reta screaming in her ecstasy; whatever Scott had suggested seemed to agree with her mightily.
Ever made a promise you later regretted? Well…maybe regretted was too strong a term. I had promised Hosi that I would never again spend a night away from her. It was the right thing to say at the time and I meant every word. However, I never gave the idea of going to town any thought.
The trip took almost an entire day—more if I was afraid we were being followed. Therefore, we always planned to stay overnight and that was the source of my problem. I would gladly take Hosi with me, but at what risk? I asked Dennis whether I should be concerned. I remembered reading about the Aztecs and Cortez—how the Spaniards decimated the Aztecs with flu, colds, smallpox, syphilis, and a host of other diseases. “I think she should have a series of inoculations to safeguard her. If she was going to the U.S., I would recommend MMR—measles, mumps, and rubella—and DPT—diphtheria, pertussis, and tetanus. Since she would be here in Brazil I’d also recommend smallpox and polio and maybe even hepatitis A and B.”
“Wow, I never thought it would be such a problem. I’ll need to discuss this with Hosi.” I thanked Dennis and returned home. I got there shortly after Hosi had finished her warrior training for the day. I asked her about going with me and then I explained my concerns. This was an incredibly difficult task—Hosi had no idea what a germ was so she was accepting my words for no other reason than I was the one saying them. “Hosi, I want to keep my word, but I am concerned for your safety. Dennis recommends you have several inoculations which will protect you from diseases. Here in the valley there are few, if any such concerns, but out there mixing with other people can be extremely dangerous. Entire civilizations have been wiped out. Please believe me.”
“I do believe you, David. You would not lie to me. What do I have to do?” Dennis used the radio to order the necessary injections. They were spaced out over a period of two months and then Dennis recommended we wait a few more months to ensure they would do their work. Then I began to prepare Hosi for the experience.
In some ways the Amazons’ society was incredibly advanced—no crime, greed, jealousy, or pollution—everyone working together for the common good. However, technologically they might as well have been in the Stone Age. I had a world of difficulty explaining how our boats and engines worked before Hosi agreed to accept all that I had told her without question. Stepping off the boat into the tiny back water town must have been like stepping through a time warp. Explaining automobiles, helicopters, even airplanes proved easy. What Hosi couldn’t understand was plain old window glass, something most of us take completely for granted. I knew I was in for trouble before we even left the house when I had to explain why she had to wear one of my T-shirts. “If you go like you are you’ll be arrested, for sure,” I told her. Then I had to explain “police,” “arrest,” and many of the social conventions of modern societies. I had to promise her we’d buy some clothes as soon as we arrived. Then I had to explain “buy” and “money.” By the time I’d finished the day was half over. Oh…the things we do for love!
Hosi’s first trip to the small town just downriver was a revelation. I went first to the local bank where the four of us had our accounts and I had a safe deposit box full of cash. I took out a few hundred and led Hosi to the nearest store. I allowed the sales woman, a thirty something Brazilian, to deal with Hosi directly. She liked some of the clothes suggested, but absolutely refused to have anything to do with a bra. “This is a torture instrument, David,” she told me. I couldn’t argue. Eventually, she took two complete outfits, six pair of panties (these she really did like), a pair of tennis shoes similar to mine, and a costume necklace. I took her to a jeweler where I bought her a pair of earrings and had her ears pierced. I also bought her a gold bangle bracelet.
Hosi was shopped out and wanted to return to our hotel. I learned quickly that she wanted to thank me. “I am so glad you have been willing to honor your promise, David. You have no idea how much that means to me. I want to be with you always.”
“I love you, too, Hosi. I’m nothing without you.” She stripped me, pushed me back onto the bed and lowered herself onto my shaft. She spent almost an hour “thanking” me. We fell together, holding, caressing, and loving each other. We slept for about a half hour and when we awoke I made a big mistake—I turned on the TV. Now I had to spend almost an hour trying to explain that there weren’t a bunch of little people inside that box. I couldn’t wait until we got back to the safety of the valley.
To be continued, by senorlongo for SexStories.