The Girl from “Principles”

Rachel and Courtney were happy in the seventh and
eighth grades of the International School and FAR too
popular with the local boys in the grades ahead of them.
Steve, Roy, Beth, Ruthie, and Jennifer were in elementary
school and Jeff was in kindergarten. Billy and Vickie were
at the adorable rug-rat stage. Best of all, I had just
found out Josh had made me pregnant again — this time with
no fuss.

The only problem was that Maria and Consuelo, who help
me with the house, Rosita, who helps look after the babies,
and even Lupe, our cook’s 18 year-old daughter all got
pregnant about the same time I did. I guess it was the
“dorm room” effect; the menstrual cycles of women who live
close together become synchronized. [Thanks for the word,
Homer.] It didn’t take too much detective work to figure
out who was responsible for all those plump bellies from
the way that Consuelo, Maria, Rosita, and Lupe mooned at
Josh every time they saw him and the sheepish glances he
returned.

Eventually they all confessed when I made it clear I
was upset only about their poor timing. Apparently it
happened while I was in the hospital for a few days with a
parasite attack. (Amazing, Josh goes into the jungle and
eats snakes and bugs and never comes down with anything. I
try to be careful and become food for a zoo of the little
bichos.) Josh and I worked out that our Martita was
conceived the night Josh sneaked in to my hospital room
after hours. The nuns who run the place wouldn’t let him
come back again at any hour after they found him in bed
with me “keeping my spirits up” so well I was screaming at
the top of my lungs when he made me come.

Well, while Madam was away, her “faithful employees”
and Lupe, the little minx, decided to take compassion on my
poor horny husband (and find out if he was really as good
in the sack as they could guess from my wild cries of
passion every night as Josh fucked me). It wasn’t
difficult. When Josh goes several days without sex he gets
preternaturally horny. [Stop using words like that,
Homer!] That’s one reason I always try to keep him well
nailed down — that, and that I love fucking him. But
after our little misadventure in the hospital, Josh was
high, dry, and spry. Any woman — especially those four —
could see it.

Lupe offered to cook that weekend in place of her
papa who left for his home village. Josh of course didn’t
notice anything strange when Consuelo and Rosita didn’t
take their usual day off that Saturday. Josh worked that
morning, but was home for lunch. Lupe put on a spread.
Rosita had bundled the older kids off to their friends’
houses for the weekend and the babies — well they were
there for inspiration, I guess. Josh, I’m sure, suspected
nothing, not that he didn’t enjoy having three pretty round
women and one eye-popping girl hovering over him. He
probably thought nothing was amiss when he saw them all in
short flared skirts and ample bosoms showcased in frilly
blouses. I’ll bet his prick was thinking about it, though.

Maria, who was orchestrating everything, made sure
that Josh had a second and then a third glass of wine with his
lunch. She even slipped something in the last glass that
knocked him for a loop. As soon as he got up from lunch he
wobbbled, said he guessed he needed a siesta, and headed
off to bed — just where they wanted him. He later told me
he didn’t remember Maria guiding him up stairs to our
bedroom and he even denies he knew that she helped him
undress. But I don’t believe he didn’t know when she
slipped her warm brown body in bed with him and helped
herself to his cock! She told me that even half zonked he
fucked her better than any man she’d ever known. That I
believe!

Maria had intended to have a nice little ride and
get off. Well, she got off — so well that she didn’t want to
get off; Consuelo and Rosa practically had to drag her out
of Josh’s bed so they could have a go at him. The four
vixens took turns fucking my out-of-it man all afternoon
and night. Josh says he only really woke up the next
morning when he discovered Lupe astraddle him screaming
obscenities at the top of her lungs, as she rode him to
more orgasms than she could count.

Josh’s embarrassed explanation for the rest of the
time until I came home was, “hanged for a farthing; hanged
for a pence.” [I don�t understand that, Homer.] My fallen
husband gladly let them take turns fucking him silly and he
must have filled each horny pussy full several times over.
I was only in the hospital a few days, but it was enough
for Josh to put a baby in each of my “helpers.” Knowing
how sexy Josh is, though, I could hardly blame the girls
for wanting Josh to make them pregnant; and knowing how
horny Josh is, I sure couldn’t blame him. I just made him
promise never to do it again.

“Oh, honey, of course not. I promise I won’t even
look at them!”

“Yes you will; they�ll make sure of that, and you’ll
fuck them, too. I know them too well. Just promise that
you’ll only fuck one of them bareback at a time,” I told
him gravelly as I handed him a large box of condoms. “No
more than two pregnant at the same time,” I admonished.
You should have seen that smile!

That was a happy time. The house was getting back
to normal after my Marta, Maria’s Mario Jesus, Consuelo’s
Jesus David, Rosa’s Ramon Jesus, and Lupe’s Gabriel Jesus
were born. (“Jesus,” they told me is “Josh” in Spanish.)
Fortunately, three maternal grandmothers appeared to help
out with the five new babies, although I think they also
helped them selves to my Josh. By the time they went home,
Maria’s, Consuelo’s, and Rosa’s mothers were all working on
brand new uncles and aunts for their new grandchildren to
play with.

That’s about the time the trouble started, There
was a charity ball at the Petroleum Club that brought to-
gether people from all the oil companies and local elites.
I was well along toward getting my figure back after Marta
and dressed accordingly in a little black number and high
heels. It was pretty short and I�ll admit I looked and
felt hot. I kept glancing appreciatively at the bulge in
Josh�s pants as he drove us to the club, trying unsuc-
cessfully to keep his eyes on the road. I started
wondering if I should be thinking of a name.

I’ll dance with anyone, so I thought nothing of it when
Bull Parker, the company project manager, asked me to
dance. I knew he and Josh were rivals because I had heard
enough of their arguments, but I wasn’t thinking about that
as Bill pulled me into his arms. It was sort of flattering
to feel a big brawny man get a hard-on just from being near
a thirty-one year old mother of eleven. Bull is quite a
good dancer and it was easy to just relax and let him lead
wherever he would. Therefore I was surprised when I found
myself alone with him on an isolated balcony with his hand
on my boobs.

Now I’m a pretty short-fused girl, and yes, he was
turning me on. But, no, I wasn’t that stupid. Besides, I
sensed that this wasn’t about lust; it was about power.
Bull wanted to fuck me because I was Josh’s wife. I asked
him to stop quietly, then not so quietly, and finally I
slapped him as hard as I could. I managed to cause a
commotion and suddenly Josh was at my side and Bull Parker
was lying on the floor with a little blood trickling out of
his nose.

It was an ugly scene, but I never realized it would
have the consequences it did. Two weeks later, I got word
that on a trip to inspect a new drilling site, the boat
Josh was in overturned and only Bull Parker’s men came
back. I was almost too crushed to be suspicious, but I
was. The search was continuing, but with Bull Parker’s men
in charge of it, I had my doubts.

Strangely, with Josh gone, Bull seemed a different
person, genuinely interested in trying to find at least
some trace of Josh and solicitous of my feelings. As the
weeks wore on, I found my self warming to him. I guess he
could tell and one night after dinner at my house and a
second glass of wine in me, I let him kiss me. That was a
mistake, because a kiss wasn’t enough for either of us. I
couldn’t resist when his hand found my nipple and I was
squirming even before he slipped a finger into my panties.
I was headed for a come and who knows what else when, most
uncharacteristically, Marta started crying. Although I
knew Rosita would take care of whatever it was, it broke
the spell, thank goodness. I pushed Bull away and resolved
not to let this happen again.

Bull persisted in a fairly nice way and I realized
that, as hot as I am, sooner or later, I would give in. I
just can’t live without a man. But I also knew that if I
became Bull’s mistress, it was over for me and Josh if
by some miracle he were found. I could not accept that.
If I had to have a man and I couldn’t have Bull, there was
only one alternative: another man. And the other man was
obvious — my cook, Don Roberto.

As Bull came to see that his sweetness campaign wasn’t
working, a crueler side of him re-emerged. I came to learn
that he had a native woman from a down-river tribe in his
house at the camp. Apparently she had been captured by
some of Bull’s men and he was keeping her, almost as a sex
slave. Worse yet, he had made her pregnant. I threatened
to raise a stink and made him bring her back to the capital
to live with me until the baby was born and we could send
her back to her people.

The girl’s name was Shana and she was very grateful
to me for rescuing her from Bull. She tried to help around
the house and I let her some, but mainly I insisted she
rest and recover from Bull’s hard treatment of her. The
longer she stayed with us the more Spanish she learned and
soon we were able to communicate pretty well.

One day I asked her about her home village and tribe.
She looked at me as if trying to decide if she should tell
me. Apparently she decided I was trustworthy and began her
tale. I did not know whether to believe it or even if I
had understood her correctly. She said she was from a
tribe of women, only women. Occasionally they were lucky
enough to capture a man whom they “tamed” for doing heavy
work and for breeding. When I asked, she said that
only girl babies were born from these unions and did not
even think it was strange. Homer thinks it might be
something in the food the tribe eats or a genetic trait.

Moreover, just before she had been kidnapped by Bull�s
men, she went on to say, a new man arrived, a white man.
He had not been captured so much as rescued from the river.
The whole tribe had rejoiced at this favor of the gods. I
questioned her more carefully about when this white man had
appeared and where her village lay and realized that
everything fit. The man could be, no, I knew it *must be*
Josh. I was thrilled. I realized, however, that Josh had
gotten there through Bull Parker’s designs and I could not
disclose what I had found out without putting both Josh and
the women in danger. I made Shana promise to let me go
with her when she returned to her tribe. She was very
happy I wanted to see her village.

Hoping — knowing — I might one day find Josh was a
great relief, but it didn’t solve my immediate problem of
what to put between my legs. Oh, I had a nice collection
of toys and spent a small fortune on batteries, but it
wasn’t the same. I needed a man.

I didn’t even need to seduce Don Roberto. It had
long been obvious he liked looking at his sexy Madam. And
he had been very sweet since Josh’s disappearance. When I
appeared in his room one afternoon after lunch, he didn’t
have to ask why I was there. I couldn’t make love to him;
I could love only Josh, but we did have sex, tender and
passionate sex, and we didn’t miss many afternoons or
nights from then on.

I can guess what you’re thinking, but no, I did not
let him make me pregnant. I took the precaution of going
on the pill two weeks before I first visited Don Roberto.
We both knew what this was — Madam fulfilling a basic need
with a kind and gentle man who, fortunately, was a good
lover. The women of the house understood, too. I think
even Don Roberto’s wife, whom I insisted he visit twice a
month, understood. *She* was the one who got pregnant.

Life dropped back into a routine. Everyone missed
Josh, but there was nothing I could do until it was time to
take Shana back to her village. My only concern was to
make sure that the children, especially my precocious
[Knock it off, Homer!] Courtney and Rachel, didn’t find out
that Mommy was having the cook fuck her silly every
afternoon.

Although Shana was happy to be well cared for, and
she was certainly glowing with health and her pregnancy, I
could tell she seemed troubled. I asked her what was
wrong, but she was reluctant to tell me. At last she
reached over and took my hand and told me how sorry she
was. I smiled, telling her not to worry, that she had made
me very happy by giving me hope that my man was alive. She
shook her head. That was not what she meant.

“It is not right that you who have been so good to
me should not be with child. If we were in my village, I
could gather herbs to help you. It is not proper for your
servant to give children to your subjects and not to his
Queen.”

“My servant? His Queen?” I thought for a moment and
was stunned. Of course! Shana thought of our household as
a kind of small village of women with one man-servant and
me as queen. She knew I had Roberto fucking me and she
assumed I was trying to get pregnant. I almost laughed
aloud until the implications of the rest of what she said
sunk in. “Give children to my subjects?” My God! It made
sense. I wasn’t the only woman who missed Josh and, now
that I thought about it, Roberto wasn’t always as ardent as
I had expected. And . . . and what about my “subjects?”
Damn! I should have noticed: Maria, Consuelo, and Rosa
were all starting to put on a little weight.

I didn’t have time to get mad because Shana was still
talking. “Even without the herbs, I can help you, my
Queen.”

Things were getting out of control. How could I
explain to Shana that I didn’t want to be pregnant? She
would never be able to understand that. Could I refuse her
assistance? Tell her I’d gotten myself pregnant eleven
times without her help, thank you? Yet clearly, from her
point of view, I did need “help.” She was offering it with
such sincerity, with such love and concern for me. I
smiled and nodded my agreement.

I had no idea what her assistance would consist of, but
the very next afternoon as I was about to go sneak out back
for my daily fuck with Don Roberto, Shana stopped me. She
shook her head and led me to my own bedroom. Had she set
up a tryst there? No, it was empty, though the sheets were
turned back in preparation for use. She led me to the bed
and began gently to undress me.

Partly out of curiosity and partly to humor her, I
allowed her to continue. I noticed that she wasn’t too
careful about the way she removed my blouse and then my
bra; her hands were touching me, almost as if she were
feeling me up. Then her hands loosed my skirt and tugged
at my panties. Again, her hands were rubbing my buttocks
and massaging between my thighs.

With no effort Shana laid me naked on the bed and
knelt beside me. “My Queen must be readied. She must make a
warm nest for the baby.”

Before I could ask what she meant, I found out.
Suddenly her mouth was suckling my breast, making my nipple
pop up even as her hand found its way between my legs and
began to tease my pussy. I guess just the sexy way she had
undressed me already had me more aroused than I knew,
because as soon as she put her finger in me, I realized I
was wet.

Soon I was wetter. This girl knew how to please a
woman. If I hadn’t been horny out of my mind, I probably
would have been thinking that I had never done this before
and that maybe I wouldn’t like it. But I wasn’t thinking
that — or anything. I was just gasping from the
sensations that flooded over me as Shana worked my titties
with her lips and tongue. Carefully she inserted two and
then three fingers into my gushing pussy, bringing me
closer and closer to . . . .

“Ahhhhiiiiiieee!” I screamed as I came. Hard!
Shatteringly! I felt I couldn’t breath for a few seconds.
I did not understand what Shana was cooing in her own
language, but the meaning was clear. “Relax, baby. You�ve
just had a good come. Enjoy the afterglow.” I could do
nothing more — or so I thought. But then I felt Shana’s
fingers in me again and her head slip between my legs,
which seemed to open all by themselves to receive her.

If having her finger me to orgasm was wonderful, what
can I say about her eating me? I won’t try, but in no time
I was again braying in ecstasy as her tongue on my clit
shot wave after wave of electricity through me. I know I
must have passed out, at least for a few seconds.

It must have been for more than a few, because when I
next opened my eyes, Shana was standing beside me holding a
naked Don Roberto by the hand. It was weird, as if the two
of us didn’t know how to fuck and Shana was showing us,
step by step. He seemed as passive as I as she positioned
him between my legs and guided his prick into me. That it
slid in easily was obvious, juiced-up as I was from two of
the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced. Then,
like some obscene parody of a gym coach, she directed the
movements of his prick in and out of me.

Shana must have had some kind of magic to adjust Don
Roberto’s thrusts to my response, although I suppose she
was only observing me closely. In seconds I was on the
edge of another orgasm — and stayed there! And stayed.
And stayed! I would have pleaded for release but the
moment itself was too perfect — not that I think I could
have gotten words out, anyway. I was in another world.
Nothing existed in that world except my pussy and a huge
prick that was fucking me as I had never been fucked. When
I thought these sensations were more than I could take, I
was overwhelmed by yet another: Shana expertly rubbing my
clit in perfect time with Don Roberto’s in-and-out motions.

When the orgasm broke over me, it wasn’t a wave it was
a tsunami. [Homer!] To say “I came” would be misleading.
I did nothing. It just happened to me. I was tossed,
thrown, punched. I was FUCKED!

I don�t remember Don Roberto’s reactions, so caught up
was I in my own orgasm. I’ll bet it was a doozy, but by
the time I could focus on anything not between my legs, Don
Roberto was gone. Only Shana remained, smiling down at me.
I felt full to overflowing with fuck. Shana seemed to be
of the same opinion and wanted me to stay that way. Gently
she made me lift my butt enough to slip pillows under me.
I was a little uncomfortable, but she had a cure for that
too. A gentle stroking of my clit made me forget
everything again. She spoke softly to me again, but I only
understood “My Queen . . . my Queen.” As a final soft
orgasm flowed over me like a warm bath and I drifted off to
sleep, I vaguely suspected I had been “tamed.”

I didn’t wake up until the next morning, although I had
the dozy idea that Don Roberto had come to my bed again
that night and fucked me senseless, except that I was
*already* senseless. . And I sort of remembered that
afterwards I had slept in Shana’s arms. But when I finally
got out of bed, I knew I had been fucked — long, hard, and
well I felt so good, I couldn’t believe it. I had no
doubt that if I had not been on the pill, I would be
pregnant. And if there was ever a candidate for
contraceptive failure, I guess I was it.

Shana didn’t take such a “hands on” supervision of all
my fucks over the next few days, but she let everyone know
who was in charge of getting Madam’s pussy properly filled.
And even when my pills called for me to have my period (it
was soooo sweet to see how disappointed she was) she
continued to sleep with me. Soon enough Shana taught me
how to lick, and nuzzle, and tongue her to orgasms that
made her squeak with joy. We weren’t lezzies, but we sure
did a good imitation.

Before she could be disappointed by my next “period,”
Shana went into labor. Maybe it was all those orgasms, but
it was really easy. She told me one day after lunch her
water had broken and we had her in the clinic a half hour
later. By sundown Shana was nursing a beautiful little
girl that looked nothing like Bull Parker, fortunately.

The Girl from “Principles”
Part II

A month after Shana’s baby was born, she was pestering
me to go home. I tried to delay things for the baby’s
sake, but figured she had a better idea than I did about
the rigors of the trip. Don Roberto helped us prepare for
the trip and to keep it secret from the men of the camp by
going to a different jumping off point for the down river
trip. Money was no object, so I arranged for us to go as
far as possible by helicopter — that almost blew Shana’s
mind.

In the little jungle town Roberto arranged for helpers
to pilot the boat, carry the food, etc. Shana had told me
that she would guide us from the landing where the boat
would wait for me and (I secretly hoped) Josh to come back.
After three days on the wide, brown river, Shana pointed to
a spot to stop. I could see nothing different about this
one spot, but she was very definite. The boat pulled
ashore on a narrow river beach and we began walking. I
carried only some water and a few rations. Shana carried
only her baby, carefully wrapped into a parcel on her back.
In three days the little angel had only nursed and slept
and today was no different.

By afternoon a faint trail had appeared which soon
became wider. Then someone spotted us and the jungle
seemed to erupt with women — laughing, hugging Shana,
pointing at the baby, laughing again, and pointing at me.
This was the biggest event anyone could remember. Their
sister disappeared and then returned, with a baby, and a
strange looking white woman!

They almost carried us to the village and amid great
ceremony Shana told her story (I guessed from the looks of
wonder). I seemed to be an important part of it; Shana
later told me the women were extremely grateful to me for
taking care of their sister and bringing her back to them.
The thanks were very nice, but that wasn’t my main concern.
I was keeping my eye out for Josh.

During the excited welcome, he was nowhere to be seen,
but at nightfall a fire was lit, and a more formal ceremony
began. As a tall woman, perhaps my age, emerged from a
large hut followed by several others, also noticeably older
than the young women who had greeted us, I spotted Josh —
and his handiwork. He was led to a stool below, surrounded
by the Queen and her court. All the women were glowingly,
gloriously pregnant!

I tried to catch Josh’s eye, but soon gave up,
recognizing that little was going on behind the slightly
silly smile he wore. I asked Shana about this and she
grinned, explaining that men are very dangerous and are
only allowed out among women after they have been “tamed.”

How is that done, I asked. She explained that there is
a ‘taming’ ceremony at which the man is fed special herbs
and given palm wine to make him very happy. All the women
dance before him and last of all the Queen. All the women
have some taming magic, but the Queen’s is the most
powerful. When the Queen had finished dancing for him, she
takes the man to her quarters and fucks him. After one
night with her, the man is completely docile and will do
anything she or the other women say.

I guessed that it was some kind of hypnotism and
remembered how I felt in bed with Shana. Whatever it was,
it had Josh hooked. I asked what they had Josh do. Shana
just laughed as if I couldn’t see from all the pregnant
bellies of the women. She explained that he was passed
from woman to woman in order of hierarchy starting with the
Queen. As soon as the first woman either missed or had her
next period, he was sent to another one, spending an
average of about two weeks with each. Josh had been
missing about seven months and I counted about fifteen
swelling tummies (and I could have missed some that weren’t
showing yet). Apparently he was as sure a marksman with
these women as he had been with me.

By now it was pretty evident that my arrival was not a
coincidence and that there was some connection between the
white man and the white woman. The next day I asked to
talk with the Queen. Shana translated and I attempted to
tell her that Josh was my man and that I wanted him back.

Of course, they found totally foreign the idea of a
woman owning her own man. (That was the way Shana
translated it back to me. It sounded strange, but I kind
of liked it.) Shana vouched for my story that in the up-
river world, there were many men and yes, it was perhaps
possible that a man could be a woman’s exclusive property.
(Yes!) I explained that I loved this man and had lived with
him for over ten years and that he had given me eleven
babies. This brought gasps of amazement and (I realized
later) intense envy.

Considering the gulf between our worlds, the Queen was
amazingly sympathetic. She said she thanked me for
bringing one of her daughters back and that I deserved a
reward, but not the tribe’s only man. She pointed out that
there were scores of women that had not had a child yet and
that the tribe�s only man was too valuable to let go. She
gently implied that I was selfish, since, if what I had
said was true, I could easily get another man back upriver
to make me pregnant. I tried to explain that it was Josh I
wanted, but she was adamant.

That night I cried as I hadn’t since Josh first
disappeared. Here he was; I had seen him — my Josh — but
I couldn’t have him. Shana comforted me as best she could
and got me off to several thundering orgasms, but the ache
in my heart was unabated. The next day Shana escorted me
to the landing. I had to leave alone.

In the four-days trip back up river, I formed a plan.

I began by pretending to start to like Bull again.
He was such an egotist that it was easy for him to believe
that the grieving widow was finally getting the hots for
him. I went slowly as perhaps a woman in my circumstances
would, gradually allowing him to take me out, hold my hand,
put his arm around me. I made him play the gentleman he
wasn’t and never would be. Soon I was teasing him
unmercifully, while seeming only to be coy.

On uncounted nights, Bull thought he would be able to
go all the way with me, only to have me put him off at the
last minute. You’d better believe that I was getting my
lights fucked out by Don Roberto during this time; I didn’t
want any slip-ups with Bull. Gradually I led him to
believe that I was falling in love with him, that I was hot
to fuck him, but I couldn�t until I knew for sure what had
happened to Josh.

Then I had Don Roberto spread the tale of the tribe of
women and a strange white man among the people of the base
camp. Bull *had* to agree to investigate and I insisted on
going along with him and his henchmen, the ones that had
been with Josh when he disappeared. When plans were firm,
I sent word to Shana that I was returning with a group of
men and that she should be ready.

We took the three-day trip down river, looking for a
landmark that Shana had given me in a return message. Sure
enough, we found the three burned clearings and beached the
boat. Soon a group of women arrived, greeted us warmly and
with apparent surprise. I recognized some of the women;
Shana stayed out of sight, thinking Bull might recognize
her. I doubted it; to him she had been just another fuck.

The men attempted to explain our mission, but before
‘talking business’ the women insisted they must properly
welcome us. We trudged toward the village, Bull and the
men getting a feast of the swaying round asses of the
welcoming party. I had an idea of what is coming, but Bill
and the other men didn’t.

The village was the busy, bustling place I remembered.
I noticed that since my previous visit, a number of women
were nursing infants and a new crop of newly pregnant
tummies was evident. I could see Josh was still at work,
even though I couldn’t see him.

As night fell, a large fire was lighted in the center
of the village. Bull and his men were seated around the
fire and pretty, flirty girls brought around plates of food
and gourds of wine. I fell back and found Shana to watch
the fun. We kissed quickly and she began fondling my tits.
It felt sooo good! I hadn’t even been able to masturbate
in the last three days and was instantly aroused. Shana
understood and slipped her fingers in me, bringing me to
two nice quick comes. “Now you can enjoy the taming
ceremony,” she grinned as we turned our attention to the
men.

The fire had gone down a little and a pounding drum-
beat was gradually growing louder. The serving women were now
bringing more drink than food and their clothing had grown
skimpier. Large unencumbered breasts were dangled in front
of the men’s eyes as the women leaned down to refill their
drinks. The loin cloths barely covered their provocative
little pussies. And when a girl stood close enough to a
seated man, he couldn’t avoid smelling a cunt in heat.

I saw the men grow tipsy and boisterous as the women
teased them, but suddenly silence welled up like a cobra
rising from its basket. At the sound of a gong, five half-
naked women leapt into the circle and positioned
themselves, one in front of each man. Talking, laughing,
and ribald remarks ceased as a woman began to writhe slowly
before each man, her movements in time with the
imperceptibly accelerating drum.

The men were riveted by the swaying of the women’s
hips and bouncing titties, none more than Bull himself. I
recognized the woman dancing before him. She was larger
and a little older than the others. But what she lacked in
youth, she made up in a sultry sexiness. Seeing who their
leader was, the Queen had taken on Bull as her own project.
Like the others, she had a bright silver disk dangling from
her neck in from of her large round tits. Bull could not
take his eyes off of those tits and so he stared too at the
shining, flashing disk.

As the dance accelerated, Shana and I giggled to see
the women inch closer to the men, forcing them to look up
at those wonderfully round bouncing boobs at an
uncomfortable angle. The drum was louder now, as well as
faster, and filled the ears of the transfixed men as the
flashing disks filled their eyes. Shana and I watched and
grinned as we saw Bull Parker and his men falling into the
power of the Queen and her court. The men were being
“tamed.”

Now the drum grew still louder and the rhythm more
frenetic. [Homer!] The dancers ground their hips in the
faces of the men. Their stares become glassy. Equally
noticeable were their hands. Quite unconsciously, the men
had started masturbating. Suddenly the drum and the
dancers stopped. The men hardly reacted, so deep was the
spell they were under. Perfect!

Then I noticed a bit of light creep back into Bull
Parker. He was a hard man, a willful man, not an easy man
to “tame,” by the looks of it. Slowly, as if waking from a
dream, he began to look around him. The other dancers had
fallen on his entranced comrades. Rock Andrews was lying
cradled in the arms of a busty dancer, sucking her breast,
his eyes closed in a docile, beatific smile. Red Marsh’s
head was thrown back as he sucked the pussy of a smiling
woman who kneeled over him, slowly jacking him off. Two
others — Bull couldn’t see who in the dim firelight —
were lying with their pants down around their ankles, their
heads lolling, as two smirking women methodically rode them
toward orgasm.

Like a lonely, cornered animal, Bull instinctively
sensed the danger and poised for fight or flight. The
Queen looked down at him and saw his partially successful
efforts to throw off the spell. Immediately, she stepped
forward, dropped her skirt, and thrust her crotch in his
face. The scent of a hot pussy must have hit Bull Parker
with the force of a 2 x 4. Shana and I looked at each
other as we watched Bull fighting the magnetic pull of the
Queen’s rank, dripping love slit. Bull was no longer
looking around at his vanquished followers; he was looking
straight ahead, straight at the bushy cunt in front of his
eyes. The Queen was looking down at the big man, amused.
She could see him weakening; she knew the instinct that
could overcome the anger leading to resistance, the fear
leading to flight: lust.

In a final effort to free himself, Bull brought up his
hands, just about high enough to shield his eyes from the
bewitching sight before him, perhaps enough to push away
the tempting view that held him fast. He reached out and
with a lunge, grabbed the Queen’s ass and buried his face
in her warm snatch.

A kind of cheer went up from the watching women as the
last man went down to defeat. The Queen allowed the
slavering man to fill his mouth and nose with her lust
inducing juices for long seconds, then dropped them both to
the mat placed nearby for that purpose. As Bull lost
himself between those plump, delectable thighs, nimble
fingers removed his clothes and the Queen began stoking his
hardened prick.

The game was over: brown women 5, white men 0. Now
the fun began. Shana kissed me and pointed to one of the
dancers, a curvy little thing, who was taking her captive
away to her hut. The contrast of the petite woman leading
the hulking man by the hand, like a little boy being put to
bed by his nanny, brought a gush to my pussy.

I desperately wanted Shana between my legs, but I
forced myself to wait to see what the Queen would do with
Bull. She wasn’t taking chances. Long after eating her
had reduced him to a quivering ball of lust, she continued
to stroke his prick and nuzzle and whisper in his ear. At
last she stood and raised him with her hand. Bull’s eyes
were closed and he wore a face of perfect contentment.
Slipping her arm around his waist, the Queen took her new
lover and strolled into the shadows.

It would have been fun to see the women work on the
men all night, bringing them to the edge of orgasm again and
again, making them crave release more than anything. I
would have loved to watch the final collapse of each man’s
resistance, his utter subjugation to the will of his new
dominatrix, but I had more important desires that needed
satisfying.

Shana took me to her hut where we renewed our love.
I don’t know who was first and who next, and next, and next
as we each took our pleasure in pleasuring the other. I
slept more happily in her arms that night than any since I
slept last with Josh. We didn’t wake until the sun was
well up.

That afternoon I sought another audience with the
Queen. She looked a little tired, but happy. Perhaps even
tamed, Bull was a vigorous and satisfying lover. I hoped
she was in a good mood as I renewed my petition. I felt on
pretty firm ground. I had brought the tribe five healthy
men, not too old (even Bull was only in his forties). All
I wanted in return was my Josh.

The Queen said that she had consulted the other women
and <grin> all seemed pleased with their men. From the
little smile, I could tell she was more than a little
pleased with Bull. She agreed, therefore that I could have
Josh . . . provided.

“Provided *what*?” I asked, not as respectfully as I
should have, but I was frustrated.

“Provided the men all perform satisfactorily.” She
replied.

Now I was confused. I though she had just said she and
the other women found the new men did fuck satisfactorily.
Then it dawned on me. I wasn’t leaving with my *proven*
stud until the ability of Josh�s replacements to make the
tribeswomen pregnant was also proven. They wouldn’t even
share Josh with me until they were sure.

It was a tense few weeks but one by one the women who
were “trying out” the new men missed their periods. At
last the Queen happily announced that she, too, was going
to have another baby, Bull’s baby. I had done it! I was
overjoyed when Shana came to take me to the Queen�s
quarters and I at last saw my Josh. I had to admit she had
taken good care of him. He was a little trimmer, more
muscular and nicely tanned. I almost drooled to see my
sexy husband again. He still had the happy out-of-it look
and didn’t recognize me, but I wasn’t worried.

Through Shana the Queen asked me if I wanted her to
“untame” him now. I thought and said no, it would be
better if I could wait until I had him home. Could she
tell me how to do it? She smiled as I might when giving
away my favorite cookie recipe.

“It’s easy. Just say, �uusha,�” she whispered so Josh
would not hear. Then she smiled even more and added, “That
will also work if you ever need to ‘tame’ him again,” she
winked. The Queen spoke a few words to Josh, apparently
telling him that the white woman was his new mistress. He
looked at me and smiled.

A few days later everything was in readiness for the
return. Josh would be able to manage the boat with just
two people in it. I was eager to get started, but Shana
asked if I could delay our departure just one more day.
Although for her part in bringing the five new men to the
village, she stood high on the list of those to be
impregnated, Shana didn’t want to have one of their babies.
She was at her most fertile time right now, she said.
Would I, please, this one time, let Josh make her pregnant
tonight?

“Only if I get to watch you and then join in,” I
laughed.

I had my story ready when we returned to the company
camp. We had found Josh — although he was very sick. On
the way back, however, the boat had overturned and this
time it was Bull and his men who were lost. There was a
stir and searches, but I knew the women would never allow
the men to be found. I sometimes felt a little bad about
them, but not very. Each was either single or had
abandoned his wife years ago. All had been complicit in
Josh’s disappearance. And, besides, they were all in macho
heaven, surrounded by hundreds of women who wanted nothing
more from them than to fuck the pigs and get pregnant with
their babies.

I didn’t ‘untame’ Josh until we were back in our house
the capital. He was very surprised that the “fever” he
suffered made him unable to remember anything about his
captivity and my rescue of him, but he can’t deny it
happened. I had the proof. It was pretty obvious that our
new baby, whom I insist we call “Shana,” was conceived the
same night that he was leaving Shana something to remember
him by.

*****

Really, sometimes, even after 16 years of being married
to my wonderful husband, he still surprises me. Would you
believe, an educated man like him being superstitious?
It�s true. Why, one night a couple of months ago, I
pointed out that Shana no longer needed quite so much
attention and maybe it was time to start thinking about
making another baby. Josh got terribly upset, talking
about how bad it would be to have thirteen children. I let
him rant; he�s so cute when he gets mad.

Of course I love Josh too much the way he is to play
with his mind, but he just wasn�t being reasonable. I saw
that I would have to “tame” him a little When he finished
ranting, I snuggled up to him and whispered, “uusha.”
Fortunately, it was only his mind that was tamed; the sex
was anything but. Unfortunately, I forgot to “untame” him
for the rest of that weekend while I was away visiting a
friend. You guessed it! If you looked carefully at Maria,
Consuelo, Rosa, and Lupe today, you�d see some suspiciously
tight panties — just like mine.