Date: Sun, 7 Mar 2010 16:01:20 -0500
From: Meredith Jaussaud <mewill71@gmail.com>
Subject: A PRIMITIVE HOPE, CHAPTER IV

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

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

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Taken from the Scripture of Eileithyia.

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

Later, in the master bedroom...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No more words were necessary.

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

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

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

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

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

"Impeccable." She remarked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Today we leave for Eileithyia." She whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Later that day...

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

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

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

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

"Your escort awaits." Whispered our valet.

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

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

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

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

The Next Morning...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I am." Cindi proudly said.

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

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

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

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

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

Wow.

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

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

This was so unimaginable...

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

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

I shivered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Later...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The next morning...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Pure." Commented another elder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cindi swept down to kiss me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Joined." I whispered.

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

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

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

Cindi trembled, coping with my verbal overture.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah?" I shot back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We're mating." Cindi whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mother of your child." I followed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two weeks later...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Coming down...

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

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

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

I had truly been reborn.

Birth...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I lost it...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you." I gushed.

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

This fuck would be one for the time capsule.

Afterward...

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

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

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

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

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

"Just as it should be." She said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh my God." Cindi breathlessly sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Kristen, love?" Mother inquired.

"Yes, mother?" I replied.

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

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

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

"We do." Echoed Cindi.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A perfect rite, all drawn from A Primitive Hope.



THE END