Warrior Women Island

*** NOTE: This episode assumes the reader has previously read Episodes 01 & 02. ***

The "medicine" that Elder First Smith provided for me, gave me a few minutes to make the necessary arrangements with Eleventh & Twelfth Miller who claimed they had not been impregnated during the villagers' ceremony over two months ago. When I was told this, I didn't realize my sexual performance that evening came with a guarantee. However, after having sex with so many women in one evening, I was almost certainly drained of viable sperm -- at least that was the logic. A man can only make so much even if the body's production never stops. She gave me an extra dose of her medicine, which she said should boost seed production while I slept.

I woke up mid-morning, refreshed and ready to begin my day. First Miller came inside our hut with a bowl of water and some soap. Cleanliness was very important. She washed me down with only a half-smile, knowing I would be sharing myself with others. She also knew this was her duty. She paid very close attention to my cock, balls, and ass areas -- washing them more than once. Then she kissed my cock on the head -- sucking it inside and twirling her tongue around it -- before letting it go.

"You. Luck. Yes?"

She helped me get dressed, which wasn't much -- just the shorts and t-shirt top and my woven grass sandals. Then, as a reminder, she put my necklace around my neck as my symbol around the village. It was all very official. In a way, I felt like I did during the original ceremony that I was being prepared for ritualistic slaughter. Instead, I would become a sort of hero here.

First Miller hugged me, put her forehead to mine and we rubbed noses. Then, I added a long, slow kiss just for her. She was the special one, to me. We had promised it before Elder First Smith. She was mine and I was hers, only I had to be shared since I was the only male in the village. That was their custom.

I hoped I could get into the story of the men. The experts that worked for my father said that vitamin deficiency could cause certain alterations in the function of male DNA. They gave me a special vitamin mixture for only the men to tryout their theory. It would take time, but they hoped the symptoms were reversible.

I reported to Elder First Smith at her hut. She saw me coming and stood in the entryway of her hut with a cup of the second medicine.

"Jackson. Eleventh and Twelfth are prepared and waiting for you in their huts. You are doing a good thing for our people. I want you to know we are grateful. Take this medicine. It will help you so that you cannot disappoint them in your performance. They are depending on you to be strong and virile. They, like all our women, are attracted to strength. You have become very valuable to us -- especially with your gifts of what you call prenatal vitamins and nutrition drinks. The Jackson generation will become strong into the future. We will honor you always."

"It is important to me that I am valuable to your people. I've come to love them all as my family. I especially love First Miller. It is my hope that I may teach her my language and that she teaches me hers."

"Yes. You may teach her your language, but she may not teach you ours. Our language comes to us from our Seed Star people and is for our people alone. It is law that has been passed down from ages past. But we will speak of this another time. Go now and satisfy your charges. Make us strong. Make us proud."

She handed me her cup of potion and watched me drink it all. This one was different tasting than the interlude potion of ceremony night, but it had the same effect. My cock rose nearly instantly. My vision slightly blurred. The colors of the village took on a brilliant color boost. What had she given me?

I was greeted at the entryway of Eleventh Miller and escorted inside. I felt dizzy. I tried to smile and say hello, but we were already past casual greetings. My pants were off, and she was anxiously stroking my cock. My shirt was still on, but she was taking it off one handed. As she pealed it over my head, her lips fastened to my amulet, licking and sucking it passionately. What I didn't realize was that while I was drinking the potion, Elder First Smith had wiped a thumb full of flavored paste on the face of my amulet.

Eleventh Miller moved over to my nipples and sucked them hard into her lips, tonguing them rapidly like a fluttering. I could feel my cock getting harder under the influence of the sensation and the potion reaching full effect. My knees grew weak, and I had to sit down or fall down. There was a double-wide mat at the center of the hut. She walked me over and sat me down, then laid me down.

Almost instantly, she had my cock between her lips and my balls in her other hand. Her excitement gave cock worship and new definition. Her mouth was everywhere. She must have had some of that paste on her lips because my cock began to tingle. She licked my balls and sucked the left one into her mouth. Soon after, they began to tingle likewise. My vision began to blur even more. I tried to focus on the smoke hole at the ceiling of the hut. My head was spinning. I shook my head from side to side trying to clear it.

Eleventh Miller was still massaging my balls and sucking me furiously. I could feel that and the tingle, but I was nowhere near orgasm yet. I raised my head to watch. I got as far as my elbows. She was magnificent. Such talent. She wanted to bless my cock with every known and unknown form of oral pleasure. I grew dizzy again and felt like I was going to pass out, but I got right to the edge of blackness when something aroused me.

I opened my eyes and saw another beautiful pussy right above my face. I couldn't see who owned it, but my cock was still getting sucked and rubbed and tongued from Eleventh Miller. She had my balls in her hand and would occasionally stretch them downward when they began to draw up. I lost my balance and fell flat on my back.

Just as my head hit the mat, the beautiful pussy was on my face. I had one job. I was being told to do it. I tried to say the words, but I'm sure they were blurred. "Withh pleashure." She smelled and tasted sweet. As my tongue got slowly busy, the woman slowly moved her hips rotating around in a circle over my tongue. It made my job easier, but it also turned me on inside. I brought my hands up to her ass cheeks not to control her movements, but to feel her muscles tighten and move. It was poetry I motion.

I could now feel my asshole getting wet as a breeze blew in from the entry. Whatever it was, the application of it felt good -- especially with my cock held deeply inside her mouth. It was being applied in a circular fashion with occasional small dips inside. That felt good too. What ceremony could this be?

Suddenly, the woman's pussy I was enjoying began to thrust forward and backward. I wanted to help her by playing - using my thumbs on her clitoris. My shoulders were pinned with her knees, and my hands were still massaging her ass cheeks. She reached down and began to rub her own clitoris, and I continued tasty tongue manipulations.

Eleventh Miller was trying hard to get my cock all the way into her throat. There was no need for that, that I could see. I suppose it was a test of skill or something. Her finger was still busy at my asshole with more seed oil or some lubricant. Suddenly her throat opened and let her swallow my entire cock all the way to my balls. With that success, her oily fingers were suddenly slipped into my asshole. I almost climaxed right there but somehow couldn't if I wanted to. My mind was circling overhead, but my body felt like it was in another, more ethereal world.

I continued receiving deep throat while being anally penetrated by her two fingers now. If my head wasn't buzzing before, it surely was now. My face was wet, and her pussy was now rubbing over my beard and chin. I wished I could see this from another point of view.

Suddenly, everything stopped. There was a shadow at the entry way. With the brightness of the sun outside, my eyes couldn't focus. If anyone spoke, I didn't hear it. Then, the shadow was gone.

I took a deep breath and tried to relax. One of the women raised my head and gave me more potion to drink. My tongue was dry and I needed something. This was like no frat party I'd ever been too. I laid back down and there was another mouth on my cock. It was different. Not as hot, maybe. As she slipped her lips down onto my cock, she had more ease at giving deep throat. She dipped her fingers into the bowl of oil and resumed the treatment on the inside of my asshole. Another, fresh pussy arrived at my tiring lips and tongue. I did my best, but I couldn't give her my A-Game.

Suddenly, it was time ... or near to it. I could finally feel it. I had to tell them. They were out of position.

"Girls, I'm almost ready to ... "

All stimulations stopped for a moment. Then, began again. This time there were four lips on my cock and two pairs of hands taking turns stroking my cock into giving up the impregnating solution. I began to buck my hips. I couldn't help it. Then, two fingers entered my ass again and began fingering me inside. I instantly came and came hard. I pulsed and pumped for what in my drug addled mind was a long time, could have only been seconds. They collected all my seed in a wooden cup. One of the women carried the cup out of the hut.

I relaxed for only a minute. Until the young, pert breasts of Twelfth Miller were in my mouth. Her nipples were hard. She moaned as I tongued and suckled them while massaging the other. She reached her hand down to find my cock still standing hard with nothing to do. She twisted around and began to lick my amulet to find any trace of the paste that Elder First Smith had applied, but Eleventh Miller had cleaned it off. She still gave it a good once over before tracing her tongue down my body directly to my cock.

She wanted to make sure I was hard because she sucked hard on my balls, tending to each one in her mouth before stroking my cock several times and placing it at the hairy gate to her pussy. She parked it there and rotated her hips and screwed herself down my shaft slowly. It was an awesome trick. When she got all the way down, she used her muscles to suck and squeeze me, milking me without moving. I was young and relatively inexperienced, but that movement was something I wanted to always remember. She began to ride me, then raise up and down, then ride me some more. I could feel her hotness. She rode me for a good long time, or so I thought. Then she turned herself around and facing my feet and began to ride me in reverse that way. I think she got herself a better angle. Then she leaned forward and spread her legs out to the side. I got a nice view of her ass and my hard cock deep insider her pussy. Men are visual. That was hot.

When she straightened up again, she had reached the bowl that held the seed oil and had dipped her two middle fingers into it. She raised her body and inserted her fingers into my ass then slid back down my cock and fingered me as she rode me. After all I'd been through, these were all new techniques to me. How did virgin women on an island otherwise devoid of men, learn such methods at their young age?

I caught myself thinking more clearly. If I could question things, I was coming out of my drug influenced state. I sensed more feelings in my cock and more pleasure from my asshole massage. When I came-off this time, I was sure I would feel more intensely. It wasn't much longer until...

"Twelfth, I ... uh."

"Hard. Jackson. Good."

She did begin to ride me with more passion and speed. Her body coordination was nothing short of exciting to watch -- as much as watching thoroughbred horse racing. Like well-oiled machines.

Without notice, I began to buck. I watched her bounce, but that only made her work harder. She slammed her ass cheeks against my hips and kept slamming them trying to squeeze my cock, milking it for all it was worth. I tried to hold on. I wanted her to finish first. Finally, she stopped and held her pussy tight against me. She removed her fingers from my ass and tried to catch her breath.

I breathed a sigh of relief. This experience had been awesome, but after I don't know how much time, it was finally over.

She placed her hand over her pussy so that my seed wouldn't slip out. Then, she leaned forward and sucked all my semen from around my cock and licked the last drop from the head and swallowed it.

She looked down at me. "Good. Jackson. Keep."

That was cryptic. I wonder what that meant. I laid there on the mat looking upward at the smoke hole in the ceiling trying to focus. I did a self-test to see if my arms and legs were under my command. It seemed so. I sat up and looked around. Décor was sparse, but what else could one expect?

I got to my feet and looked around for my clothes and put them on. As I turned and faced the entry way, Elder First Smith was there.

"You have done well with Eleventh, but now you must complete Twelfth. Here is more medicine. She is in next hut."

"Well, who was the other woman who was just here?"

"There was no other one, Jackson. Here. Drink this now and go to next hut."

Well, she was in charge. What else could I do? I didn't want to be asked to leave the island. At this point, I didn't want to lose First Miller either, so I did as I was told. I drank it and went to the next hut and patted on the grass hut wall. Twelfth answered quickly. I looked at her closely. Since all the women had the same father and mother, there were very few discernible differences between them.

"Excuse me. Have we met before?"

Judging by her quizzical look, I know she didn't understand me. I raised her loincloth and brushed my fingers at her pussy. I knelt and smelled her pussy. It didn't smell like I'd been there before. She took advantage of my position and held my face against her pussy and rubbed it into me. The medicine hadn't kicked in yet. I didn't feel fully hard yet. I was there on business, so I began my business. As I tasted her, she did smell fresh and tasted sweet, but I had not tasted her before. The differences were subtle, but pleasantly so.

She widened her stance to give me more room so I could get my tongue deeper inside. I brought my hands up and squeezed her ass cheeks and pulled them into my face tighter. We both enjoyed that. She bent her legs but didn't seem to move downward. I hadn't seen the apparatus she had constructed as I entered her dark hut from the brightness outside. It looked like a child's swing set. She pulled herself up and into the basket which had a hole in the bottom.

Then she snapped her fingers and motioned for me to lay down on the mat underneath her device. She used another rope and lowered herself. She motioned for me to move my face underneath the hole. As I did, she lowered her basket above my face. I moved slightly to make sure I was in a good place. Then, she lowered the basket fully so I could eat her pussy while she sat cross-legged in the basket. There was nothing ordinary about the women in this village. The more I ate, the harder I got. It was becoming uncomfortable. I still had my shorts on, so I tried to wiggle out of them.

My cock stood up like a flagpole.

Twelfth moved her body and centered her asshole in the basket hole. The medicine was kicking in. I got half-lidded. When I get that way, I'm ready for anything. There had been several frat parties I couldn't remember what I did the next day. Funny thing, I met several new co-eds who could remember ... and they had friends. I made my tongue hard and pointed and circled her asshole while she moaned in the hanging basket above. The more I did, the more saliva I produced. I left as much as I could on her and brought my fingers up to assist. Between the two stimulations, she leaned forward so I could lick her pussy and stimulate her asshole. Her pussy was dripping. The head of my cock glistened with drops of pre-cum.

She motioned with her hands that she wanted my cock beneath the hole in the basket. I moved and aligned myself. Faintly, I heard squeaky sounds of a pulley system mounted somewhere up above us. I seated my cock at her pussy, and she lowered the basket all the way until I was balls deep. Then she raised it and lowered it several times. Making sure my cock was totally lubricated with her juices. This experience was fantastic enough, but it seemed limited by her arm strength at the pulley system.

"Jackson. Push."

I didn't know what she meant until I took a closer look at the bottom of the basket. Installed in several locations were handles. I put two and two together and realized there could be no other use for them in this situation. I reached for the closest handle and pushed. The basket began to spin with my cock deeply imbedded inside her tight, and very wet pussy. I did my best to maintain a slow, but steady speed as she spun around on my cock. There was a stimulation that would rock a wild man's world.

After a dozen or so revolutions, she changed tactics and began to raise and lower the basked by a couple of inches as I maintained the spin. I believed I could keep this up all day after what I'd already been through earlier. She then developed a rhythm where she would relax her pussy on the down stroke and tighten her pussy on the up stroke. These were not the techniques of a young virgin, but I shouldn't be one to judge.

She stopped for a moment. Her juices were running down my cock and balls and farther down my ass crack. I enjoyed the little tickle. She raised herself and settled back down, slowly as my cock seated at the entrance to her asshole. She raised and lowered herself, then rotated her hips.

"Jackson. Push."

Well, okay, little lady. Of course I didn't say that, but how could a normal, red-blooded male refuse? The thought alone was ludicrous. Her ass was a tight ring. Then she began to use the pulley again to raise and lower the basket on my cock. The tightness was amazing, but her pussy felt better overall, since it was biologically designed to be.

Suddenly, she stopped.

"Jackson. Hold."

I took that to mean stabilize the basket. As I did, she climbed out and used the rope and pulley system to raise the basket to the top of the hut and tied off the rope on the sidewall. She came back to me and took off my shirt. She had a bowl of water and washed my cock and balls very well with their homemade type of soap. Knowing what Eleventh had done to me, she washed my asshole tool. She took my necklace and amulet in her hand and kissed the rose quartz cock & balls bas-relief on the obsidian disk, while her other hand massaged my cock, keeping me ... uh, interested.

All this time, I wanted to feel close to these women, but I knew -- as the only male in the village -- that I was only being used as a tool to accomplish their goals. I knew what part or parts of me they wanted, but my heart and soul were not on their list. That was the deal. Take it or leave it. Every now and again, my thoughts would drift back to First Miller. What would she be thinking. But those thoughts bothered me.

Twelfth clamped down on my cock and began worshipping the cock. She was good at it. She modulated sucking hard, sucking and tonguing, and licking my balls. Her hands were on my ass cheeks, squeezing occasionally. I was already hard, so she was pleasuring me now.

Then, she got on her hands and knees and slapped her ass for me. I bent down, got into position and readied myself. Just for my fun, I kissed and licked her ass cheeks. They were delectable. Finally, I bit her gently -- just enough to leave a red tooth mark. Then, I slid my cock into her pussy. It was hot and juicy.

I began pumping like a piston watching her taut ass muscles barely waver. These women were younger than me, but I had no idea how much. I was barely twenty-three ... next month. I continued pumping into her from the rear. I got a whimsy and slapped her ass. She flinched and her pussy grip tightened. That was cool. I might do that again sometime.