Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2007 10:13:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: phoenix girl <pyramidfirequeen@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Island of Lust  Chapter 2

I'd like to dedicate this story to the Nifty Archives who have been kind
enough to post my stories.


A cold breeze had awakened me in the morning and a blanket covered my nude
body. My Amazon was gone, but she'd left me a whole bowl of fruits for me
to eat. My legs ran towards the table and I scoffed down every bit of food
I could devour. After last night's performances I desperately needed to
replenish my energies.

Everything had changed for me since I first arrived on this island; more so
after last night since my mistress took my virginity. I smiled with the
recollections of those tingly feelings she made me feel. The pain I'd felt
upon penetration of her fingers was now gone.

I tidied the house so as to please her and waited patiently for her
return. Near the end of the afternoon I went for a dip in the deep
bath-like pool. I observed the refection of my face in the clear waters and
noticed that it too had changed.

It seemed to me that I looked like a new person; I was no longer that
insecure woman who had left the port. I looked different. I didn't know if
I looked beautiful, but I simply knew that I looked different; also my skin
didn't seem as pale as before and my muscles did look a bit stronger.

A few months ago I'd have been quite squeamish about walking around naked,
but now I couldn't imagine life without this freedom. My mistress would
have me doing all sorts of odd jobs that were unladylike, but I'd come
accustomed to doing it with glee.

Today, I felt an atmosphere of restlessness fall upon me; I knew exactly
what I wanted and she was the only person who could give it to me. I stood
under the cascade letting the water flow over me in a vain attempt to cool
my body.

At last my Amazon arrived and she stood on the turf partially concealed. In
that second I had pretended to be surprised and began to batter my
eyelashes in a sensual flirtation.

"Mistress," I walked from under the cascade, "do you wish me to leave?"

In a minute she was down by the edge of the pool, spear in one hand,
fish-spear in the other. I stood there half revealing and half concealed,
enticing her to come closer. The Amazon was standing gazing at me; she had
dropped spear, and stood motionless as though she were carved out of
marble.

I noticed now that she had very long legs, legs that were strong and
muscular like a man's legs. Her long dark hair was braided into many
pigtails and then retied into a larger ponytail.

My semi naked mistress looked like a goddess. My heart drummed in my
ribcage hard as she allowed me to admire her excellence. She stirred again,
and removed her loincloth and leather strap from her chest.

I worshiped those large, naked and primal breasts of the wild and savage
female form. I could feel my own natural wetness form between my thighs and
a rampant desire to be once again ravage by my mistress.

I became aware of my womanhood flexing and pleading out to her. My whole
body was aching to be violated in the most profane ways. My tormented gaze
slowly and utterly took in her glorious and completely nude vixen form in
full and shameless pleasure.

My gaze dropped from her protruding big breasts towards her the luxuriant
black triangular fluff of long, thick curly pubic hair. My buttocks
clenched and flexed unwillingly. I ran and stood beside her; neither of us
spoke a word as she picked me up in her powerful arms and she kissed me.

"I'm glad you came." I hugged her neck.

She lowered her hand to my womanhood and cupped my pert mound with her palm
and squeezed, letting her middle finger slide into my hot, slippery
hole. It was more than I could handle. I moaned submissively, telling her
that she was my mistress.

Carrying me to the bath-like pool with her fingers inserted in me she
commanded me to rub her body with my own. I was only too eager to oblige
her. She sat down with her legs crossed with her stern expression plastered
on her face. I rubbed my womanhood over her dark nipples.

"That's enough!" She got up with the water dripping off her muscular frame.

"Did I displease you, mistress?" I knelt down submissively.

"Come!" She picked me and threw me over shoulder. "I want you now!"

Taking me into the hut she violently threw me onto the bed. Her breath was
intense like that of a bull on heat and the sound of the waves breaking on
the shore echoed through the room.

I was unmistakably aware of a riveting warmth which pervaded my entire
body, tiny beads of perspiration formed on my forehead. A faint dampness
invaded my exposed womanhood to my mistress.

I decided to pretend to run away from her, but her large hand grabbed me
instantly. She clasped me tightly in her arms.

"Not so fast!" She hissed in my ear. "Last night was good, but today I will
not be so gentle!"

"Maybe I don't want you to be gentle!" I inflamed her.

"Careful little one!" She sucked on my lobe. "I might kill you with my
passion!"

After last night's excitement I wanted to transgress every boundaries of my
sexuality. She raised me once again between my legs and sliced her finger
into my hole.

"You little tramp." She whispered amused. "We haven't even begun and you're
already wet!"

She slipped her whole hand between my wide-spread thighs and cupped my
sweltering mound, rubbing it gently, feeling my hot, wet vagina drip into
her palm.

A muffled moan escaped my lips each time her finger flicked my clit. She
dragged her finger slowly across her swollen lips, up one side of my
womanhood. I was ready for her but she was holding back as if teasing me.

Her long thin finger repeatedly over back and forth between my parted lips,
getting me so excited that I began to wiggle my gaping, thirsty, wet hole
against her large hand.

There was a mocking expression of superiority in her eyes. She caressed my
face and kissed my lips. Encouraged by my newfound sexual freedom, I said,
"I'll do anything you want!"

"You have no choice!" She grabbed me sadistically and slammed my petite
frame on to the bed once more. "You belong to me!"

There was a fierce expression in her eyes as if she really could kill me
with her passion. She kissed each of my eyelids and squeezed my cheeks
open. Tonguing me passionately she locked her muscular legs around my body,
holding me firmly between her thighs, as if she expected me to attempt an
escape.

"I will possess every inch of your body!" She said huskily. "I want to
profane you!"

My hands were at her back, fingernails biting into her skin and she seemed
to be enjoying it.  She twisted and pinched my nipples, engulfing my
breasts whole into her mouth, exciting both me and her at the same time.

Then she kept right on going up my body, smearing the moist hairiness of
her vagina lips up my navel, then across my breasts. She stimulated my
nipple by rubbing her clit on it.

She straddled my face and with her thighs held my head pinned into
position. Staring down at my mouth only inches from the eager wetness of
her mound she looked fierce and merciless. She grabbed two handfuls of my
hair as if I were a mare about to be ridden.

My hands were on her thighs, shaking a bit, and I tentatively kissed the
inner surface of her thighs, my breath blowing into her pubic hairs. My
mistress wanted to climax and spur with pleasure and I was her vehicle to
that boulevard. She would do anything for it even if it meant killing me in
the process.

I put my arms under her legs and she moved forward a bit. Her hairy
womanhood was wide open next to my chin. The next thing I knew, nature was
taking its course.

I took each of her muscled rear cheeks into my hands and pulled her forward
onto my mouth. My tongue began stroking her slit, paying close attention to
her clit like she had done to me.

"That's it, little one," she pushed her womanhood right into my face,
bringing it down to wrap most of my face with her crotch. "Use that mouth
of yours usefully!"

She wedged her hands around my head to support herself. I thrust it into
her labia, spreading them with the width of my tongue; she shivered and
instantly felt the excitement begin to develop.

My tongue lapped her little womanhood, and my breath was hot on her
mound. I sensed she loved the way it felt, even when I probed into her
vagina, pushing my tongue deeper into her.

I wanted more of her as I could possibly get in my mouth. Grabbing her
muscular thighs I pulled her more onto my face, intensely licking her
womanhood as soon as my lips touched her labia. I held onto her buttocks,
it felt so viral and firm in my hands, I used her hold on me to pull her
harder onto my mouth.

She was only too willing to give me what I wanted. Her slit opened for me,
and my nose was pressed up against her hairy mound. Her body felt so
powerful and hot. Her womanhood started to get moist, and her flavour was
pure ambrosia.

I looked up into my mistress's face and saw her looking down at me, licking
her lips, starting to feel the initial sensations my tongue was giving her.

She began gyrating on my face with more ferocity, getting turned on even
more; she pulled her body harder onto my face. If she kept on pulling
deeper she might suffocate me. My only option now was to push harder with
my tongue into her womanhood in a desperate attempt to make her orgasm
faster.

I lapped on her as if my dear life depended on it, feeling her tight inner
lips gripping my tongue. She was getting ready to explode in my mouth. I
massaged her firm buttocks with both hands, letting one slide down so that
I could explore her asshole with my fingers.

"You little strumpet ..." she squealed with delight. "Yesssssssssssss!!!!!"

She was starting her unrelenting moaning, letting me know I was pleasing
her. Her hips started to jerk and she pressed her weight down on my face
even harder, trying to absorb the most out of me. I let my hand wander
towards her slit.

My fingers found the opening of her moist cavern and I explored it while I
concentrated my tongue on her engorging clit. Her clit seemed to swell in
width in my mouth and I pushed four fingers into her opening, up to my
knuckles.

"That's it," she said grinding her womanhood into my hand and
mouth. "You're doing fine."

Her hips were mounting my face like a mare and she let her colossal body
drop forward so that her clit was focused on my mouth and her womanhood
opened even more to my exploration.

She was grunting like a bitch on heat demanding with her hips that I give
her more satisfaction; we acted like two animals dominated by our savage
instincts. Her passion made her body burn with lust and her smooth coppery
skin glistened with a light sheen of perspiration.

The sharpness of her firm tight muscles covering her stomach, legs, and ass
gave her the look of a undomesticated animal as she paced back and forth,
waiting for what I gave her.

I began to suck more fervently, my tongue digging at her slot. Suddenly my
mistress stopped and raised her head; her eyes widened and her back
arched. I acknowledged the signs that were sending this colossal woman into
an orgasmic landside.

She grabbed my head and jammed my face into her womanhood just as she
screamed in discharge. She came with a shuddering explosive brutality. Her
juices flooded from her womanhood, soaking me with her passion.

She was bucking wildly and her womanhood convulsed. I shook my head on her
slit, sucking her clit between my lips. I wanted to taste this Amazon
forever; all this was happening because of me.

My mistress mounting face back and forth until her orgasm finally
subsided. Despite her towering strength it was apparent that she had
underestimated my abilities. She was heaving on her hands and knees
exhausted from her orgasm; her womanhood still resting on my mouth.

Her mound glistened before my eyes. Then I looked up to see her blushing
face covered with sweat, eyes closed still recuperating. I slowly took my
fingers out of her cavern and stopped massaging her clit. My mistress
shuddered when my last finger popped free.

Even though she was spent she succeeded in kneeling, her womanhood on my
breasts. I moved my hands up her hips and my mistress stirred with my touch
as I reached her full breasts. I halted instantly, entrenched to the spot.

She restrained my hands back above my head and laid her entire frame upon
me, crushing me with her mass. Her hands rested lightly on each of my
breasts, covering each and firm nipple with her palms. Then she squeezed
them before lowering her Amazonian face on my nipples.

Agonisingly, I let out a low guttural groan as her mouth opened wider; her
impatient eager tongue secured her lips quickly as her mouth closed
completely over my shimmering soft fleshy breast.

She sucked more of my juicy meat deeply into her mouth. In a moment she
lost all self-control and devoured savagely on my flesh, relishing the
primitive taste of my own scent.

She was starving as she hauled and sucked more deeply, her tongue
whip-lashing my trapped helpless nipple, beating it mercilessly into
submission before closing her teeth and tongue around it to draw it away
from my chest and stretching its long firm pink tit.

Her lips lengthened it while her sharp teeth gently rode around its
perimeter, then up and down its long and rigid pink shaft. I felt it
stiffen and soften repeatedly, quivering inside her mouth, as if it were
attempting to extract, by force, a mouthful of milk.

What a thought it was to be able to nourish my mistress with hot sweet
milk. I felt her body convulse and jerk dangerously, but she was lost to
the lust of her moment of now. She sucked on my nipple and breast hard and
furiously, feeling the tip lengthen, aware of it erecting like a pillar of
malleable, soft pink stone.

Again and again she drew that long pink teat along the span of her teeth
and into her ravenous mouth-biting, nipping, sucking, and tonguing it
unremittingly like an intolerant and famished baby who hadn't been fed in a
long time. She was desperately trying to suck and draw my life-sustaining
milk from the pit of my maternal mammary glands, as if it were the last
source of nourishment on the whole island.

Finally, she released my breast back to me and I sighed relieved by my
breast's abrupt freedom. I looked upon that which she had just fed like an
undomesticated animal. My poor breast around the teat was swollen and
bloated; my nipple stood erect like and arrow tip; it stood nearly half an
inch outward from its base on my breast.

She leaned forward and kissed me deeply and overwhelmingly. A hand started
to run up and down my flat, hard and naked stomach. This time when she
broke off the kiss as she panted a little. Her hand wandered up further and
softly began to rub my breast again. My nipples harden instantly under her
touch.

"Keep still!" She got up from the bed and opened an ark. "I haven't
finished with you yet!"

I shivered and waited patiently for what my mistress had planned for me. I
could only wonder what she was going taking out of the ark. My eyes bulged
with horror as soon as I saw her. It looked like an evil instrument of
torture that was invented by Satan himself.

"Do you know what this is?" She asked with a fierce expression.

I nodded negatively. I wasn't too sure I knew what it was. I assumed it to
be an artificial phallus. I recognised it from a picture my mother drew for
me on a piece of paper, so I would be prepared for my wedding night.

"Fucking virgins!" She grunted displeased at my ignorance. "I'll explain
how it works!"

It was L-shaped with a short, wide bulb that was held in the vagina and a
longer, penis-shaped end to be used on me. It was a strange looking
double-ended phallus which had a harness to hold it in place. The smooth
shaft was thick and long, made from special leather that allowed easier
penetration. The egg shaped knob would fit inside her which would give her
an intense sensation with every thrust and grind into my body.

"Lesson over! Come here!" She pulled my tiny frame to her and lifted me
onto her lap.

My petite naked bottom rested on her artificial erection, and although I
was a featherweight, I still had enough weight to press myself onto her
phallus. I wrapped my legs around her waist, with only a tiny tip of the
phallus caressing my womanhood. She threw my forcibly onto the bed.

Tightening the straps to her harness my Amazon mistress knelt down on the
bed. I was like her helpless prey.  She grabbed my hips and spread my
thighs wide apart, occasionally slapping me lightly on the face whenever I
resisted.

I sensed my womanhood start to drip juices at the thought of feeling that
phallus buried inside of me.

I propped myself up against the bed, legs spread wide apart, allowing her
access to my inner cavity. I looked her in the eyes again and licked my
lips. My hand strayed down between my legs to tickle the tip of my engorged
clit poking out from its hood, pink and leaded with moisture.

Her eyes were glued to my fingers, watching with a strange lustful
look. When she looked back into my face her eyes were ardent and eager,
sweat beaded on her forehead and upper lip. She licked her lips and let out
a rumbling growl.

"I want you now!" She moaned into my mouth and wrapped her arms around me,
her fingers buried in my hair.

She started rubbing her phallus up and down against slit, wetting the head
with my juices. She snarled and held herself over me with one arm, and used
the other to push my thighs further apart. Then she reached down to guide
her artificial phallus into my cavern. The head of her phallus found my
opening, and she used her hand to move it around in my smooth lips,
lubricating the tip with my juices.

Slowly she pushed her phallus into me and I felt my womanhood-lips move
aside to make way for the invading member. She moved back again; she
reached down and held it firmly at the entrance my cavern; then in one
strong stroke she entered me all the way.

She screamed loudly and arched up a bit at the hasty invasion, my legs
locked tightly around her waist, my nails digging deeply into her
shoulders. I felt my womanhood tighten up around her at the initial
entrance then loosen up as he started to thrust in and out of me hard but
slow.

"I don't think – I – can ..." I bit her and she clenched her teeth. "'It's
too big ... Stop!" I wailed and let her head fall back to the bed, not
wanting to look at her out of fear. "It's too big," I kept saying, and I
began to tense. "Take it out! Take it out! Please!"

"Squirm you little bitch!" She grabbed me by the shoulders. "Squirm!
There's no way we're stopping now!"

My back arched, and my hands went to her muscular waist trying to push her
off me, but my petite frame was unable to fight off my six foot Amazon. I
felt her entire weight hit me as her hips slammed me into the bed.

She felt me tense, but her phallus was a landslide path and nothing was
going to stand in its way. My opening was small and tight around the head
of her member. My thighs clamped around her waist only augmented her
lust. She pushed further up into me and my hole tightened.

She was thrusting into me harder; the bed was banged wildly against the
wall, leaving marks. Her hands were on my shoulders pulling me down onto
her phallus as she thrust into me.

I was shaking all over; sweat pouring off me, drenching the sheets. Her
buttocks clenched and trembled, and the cords of her neck stood out. I felt
each bump as it slowly slid into my vagina until the artificial phallus
rested completely inside of me. She thrust violently into me one more time
and threw back her head and let out a howl that shook the walls of the hut.

After a pause to let me get used to her phallus, my mistress began to
resume her strokes. The bed rocked and banged the wall with each violent
pound of her muscular hips. She threw my legs over her shoulders to allow a
deeper penetration.

I no longer felt the pain or uncomfortable with the phallus in me. I began
to nibble on her neck and kiss it softly. My legs locked around her waist
with the heels on the small of her back, my thrusts beginning to match
hers.

Her hair soaked against her forehead and her teeth clenched. With each
thrust she could feel my soaked womanhood grind against her hard shaft like
a smooth glove. I moaned and panted in her ear urging her on, begging for
her to do it harder, faster, "don't stop, it's too good!" Her nostrils
flared with the excitement of my supplications fuelled her to thrust into
me harder and faster.

She growled like a bitch, her thrusts became more demanding. She felt me
shudder beneath her as I pushed my pelvis onto her phallus. Her thrusts
became harder and more animalistic, pounding into me hard and fast. Looking
down at me she growled loudly, animalistically.

I was on the verge of climaxing on my mistresses phallus and being pushed
over the edge. I was crying out, not in pain, but with a pleasure I'd never
felt before. A white veil of pure delight blinded me. I jerked and spasm
under the Amazon who continued to thrust her hardness into me. My arms
thrashed at her sides attempting to pull more of her phallus into my body.

My hips bucked back into her thrusts; my stomach muscles clenched and
unclenched; and my eyes rolled back into my head and I continuously
screamed in bliss. She too was getting close to her own orgasm, because her
breathe came in shorter intervals.

Harder and harder, she speared like a demon; she ground herself into the
burning recesses of my love tunnel. She was lashing with fire, boiling as
the need for release grew.

Back and forth, our bodies rocked together, feeding the consuming passion
that now filled our beings. Again and again, we pounded into one
another. Her phallus drove its full length into the glove-like tightness of
my cavern. I accepted her wand of pleasure; a wand I now lived for.

She grinded her phallus deeply inside of me and I climaxed first, my whole
body erupting like a volcano. Pleasure released from within me like a wild
flaring nebula of delight. My womanhood contracted and trembled, milking
greedily at my phallus, which felt unusually softer than I'd imagined.

She climaxed afterward and together we locked our bodies; we groaned and
whimpered with the magnificent sensations of our mutual climax. A flood of
our juices came out of us simultaneously. I was in convulsion as my body
whipped back and forth under my mistress; my clitoris rubbed down hard on
her phallus and my womanhood spasmed.

At that moment I thought I'd never let go of my mistress as I wedged my
legs around her waist. I moaned, accepting my mistress's final poundings
and I arched my womanhood onto her.

Slowly our orgasms subsided and we rested in each other's arms. She
unhooked the harness and let the organ fall from her waist. We were both
spent and she let her head fall down and her weight collapse on my
body. Finally, she rolled off me and fell on the bed, completely satisfied.



Epilogue



Five years of living with another woman had taught me plenty of things. My
Amazon mistress had taught me a lot about making love. She confided in me
that not only was I the best woman that she'd ever bedded but I also had
the tightest vagina that she'd ever encountered.

Her mammoth shaped chest was almost too big me to hug completely with my
arms. Between her aggressive pounding and my equally passionate reaction,
we broke the wooden bed planks to pieces.

We used any excuse to make love and my mistress continued to have a
ferocious sexual appetite. We went to the beach where we made love in the
most profane ways. She would hump me furiously between my legs and force me
to climax every time.

"Let's make an offering to the Sea Goddess," she sucked on my lobe. "Let's
thank her for bringing us together."

We had sex with the waves crashing between our bodies. I felt safe and
excited under the weight of my lover that I knew I would never be satisfied
with anybody else. I gazed at the blue sky, lost in the rhythmic thrusts of
my potent lover that I nearly cried when I felt the large leather phallus
slipped out of me.

I tried to tighten my legs around her waist and pull her back into my
wanting womanhood.  My pale legs thrashed against the relenting coppery
hips that forced the phallus back inside of me deeper. She would laugh and
intertwine our bodies together. Slowly our struggles settled into our
familiar steady rocking of two people mating.  With each slow, strong
thrust, my entrance would loosen and we'd feel the beginnings of a mind
blowing orgasm.

I'd eagerly meet each thrust of my dark lover's hips and we'd continue our
heated lovemaking late into the afternoon. I used our sacrifice to the sea
goddess as an excuse to continue. I believe it must have been my mistress's
goddess who saved me from being drowned.

A ship suddenly sailed at a long distance away and my mistress looked at me
intently.

"Now is your chance to go back home."

I turned to her and squeezed her naked buttocks and said: "I am home."

"Be prepared!" She heaved me up in the air. "I have a new toy for you
tonight!"

"I can't wait to try it!" I laughed.


The End