AMAZON ISLAND 5

 

As I gaped in horror at my now monstrous penis, Sala wasted no time in taking advantage of my newly endowed sexual capabilities, and this time, at least, she didn't shrink me. Rolling on top of me almost immediately, she gripped my forearms and forced them back over my head and then again flooded me with massive amounts of those musk smelling pheromones. As my penis snapped erect, she took me inside her and began working me furiously. Although initially terrified at the prospect of being forcibly raped by a woman of her size and strength, she appeared to be careful not to crush me under her great weight, and I was quickly overwhelmed by the incredibly erotic sensations which seemed to have been magnified to the same degree as the size of my penis!

She was in complete control, bringing me to a shattering climax in only a few minutes. As I climaxed I felt the walls of her vagina tighten around me and heard her moan of pleasure, but as my ecstasy subsided I realized that there had been no eruption in the walls of her vagina, indicating that she had only reached the first plateau of pleasure and was a long way from attaining final climax. Nevertheless, she withdrew from me and rolled to one side. My mind was suddenly racing...was it possible that this mighty woman was so sexually naive that she had thought she had experienced everything she could have? Could the dominance and control that Sala and the other women had always exerted over their men have kept them from knowing what had to be done to reach final climax? And if I could show her how much more she could have had, would that change the obvious contempt with which she regarded all men?

As she ordered me to leave, I decided to chance it, even though I knew her contempt for men would not make it easy. Somehow I had to convince her that, to attain her full measure of pleasure, she had to assume the passive role, to permit me to control our love making so that I could hold back my own climax until she had gone through all the cycles of pleasure leading to her own final climax.

I knew that the only hope I had of convincing her was to assume a passive, subservient position, so I rolled off the cot and fell to my knees before her, holding out both hands in supplication in an abject acknowledgment of her superiority while I tried to explain how she had cheated herself. It seemed to work. Her initial displeasure at my failure to immediately obey her command to leave was replaced by an expression of curiosity, arched eyebrows and pursed lips as she regarded me with new interest.

Despite her curiosity, she was skeptical, and I had to do some fast talking to try to convince her to let me try it. It was a desperate move on my part; I was going to have to rely on her flooding me again with those musky pheromones of hers in order to get an erection so soon after climaxing, and even if I could I wasn't even sure that I had anything left to trigger her final climax. And even if I was successful, would it change anything? I was beginning to regret being so reckless...

...and her stern warning didn't make me feel any better! And even if I was successful in bringing her to climax, laying between those mighty thighs, as big around as my entire body, was even more worrisome; in her throes of her new found ecstasy, would I be crushed between them like a helpless bug? Whatever the risks, the die was cast, and I knew that to try to back out now would only make matters worse. I could only hope that she had enough pheromones left after two bouts with sex to provide the necessary erection and that she was sufficiently aware of my comparative fragility to enable me to survive her climax!

She rolled over onto her back and spread those massive thighs just enough to enable me to slide in between. Immediately my now more than adequate member came erect as I was again flooded with those musky pheromones from what seemed to be an almost inexhaustible supply. Although I was in the right position to have suckled her breasts, I didn't want to risk growing the equivalent of a third leg, so I began massaging her breasts with my hands instead. Her soft moans of pleasure told me that my strategy was having the desired effect. To my amazement, I found that I had to work to prevent another premature ejaculation, which amazed me since only my penis, not my testicles, had been changed. Whatever she had done to me had obviously enabled them to work overtime!

As I continued to work her, careful to control my thoughts and actions to delay my climax while remaining erect inside her, I remember thinking that this must have been how tiny male spiders must feel trying to impregnate a comparatively giant black widow! I was so small and puny compared to this Amazon giantess, yet here she was, lying supinely on her back and surrendering to me complete control over our love making. And, even better, as I felt the walls of her vagina tighten and heard her sigh of pleasure, she seemed to be enjoying it even more!

And then only moments later, I felt her body tighten and the walls of her vagina constrict even more. A moan of ecstasy told me that she had reached the second plateau. Her massive legs crossed, and for a moment I feared the worst, but she kept her thighs apart, gripping my upper arms tightly to hold me in place. The sheer tightness of her sent spasms of ecstasy through my body, and I had to stop altogether for several moments to let the budding climax pass. As I did so, I heard her moaning acknowledgment that I had succeeded in giving her greater pleasure than she had ever known before, and my heart leaped for joy. I now knew for certain what had compelled me to take this risk: the unquenchable desire to give myself in mutual ecstasy to this magnificently beautiful and powerful Amazon in the hope that she would make me hers forever!

The second plateau was followed in moments by a third, then a fourth. Now she was literally writhing and moaning in ecstasy! I struggled to hold out, knowing that her final climax had to be near, trying to shield my mind from the spasms of ecstasy that were flooding my body.

And then it came! As she writhed in the ecstasy of her climactic orgasm I felt the walls of her vagina literally erupt around my swollen penis, caressing me and forcing me to climax with her. The sensations were unbelievable, far greater than I had ever experienced before! I was no virgin, but I felt like one in the body of this magnificent woman, for I had never before been able to achieve simultaneous climax with any other woman!

Exhausted, I collapsed on top of her and did not try to resist as she gently rolled over on her side and laid me on my back with my head resting on her forearm and her giant free hand caressing my small body. I looked up at her beautiful face, and my heart leaped at the loving smile I saw there.

But the question she posed thrilled me even more! Had her climax really broken the influence of the root? Was she really willing to treat me like a man, albeit a much smaller, weaker man, instead of a thing? And if so, could the other men do the same for the remaining women? I couldn't wait to find out!

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