Women Of The Woods - Part Two

Female oriented society. Part Two of the story

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Christine and I awoke a few hours later, refreshed and invigorated. 
We washed up and put on the outfits that were left for us. They were 
the same clothes worn by all the females we had seen so far. 

I went to the window and looked out, expecting to see nothing of the 
previous scene. The girls were gone, but the boy still remained, tied 
spread eagle to the ground. I could tell that one of his balls had 
been destroyed and the other was swollen and bruised. Christine 
joined me at the window.

"They must have let those girls kick his nuts for over two hours." I 
said

Suddenly, two preteen girls approached the boy, glancing around like 
they were not supposed to be there. They squatted by the boys waist 
and began fondling his dick which much to our surprise began to 
harden. When his dick stood hard, one of the girls withdrew the knife 
from her belt and began to slowly saw at the base of his cock. The 
boy began screaming and the other girl went to his head and knelt 
over his face. It seemed like more of an effort to shut him up then 
it did an act of personal pleasure.

I heard Christine sigh.

"They're going to cut that guy's dick off!" She said as the first 
girl resumed sawing at his boner.

Suddenly, Linda, the tall blonde we had first met stepped from the 
bushes and confronted the girl. The first girl stopped cutting and 
they both stood up.

"What are you girls doing? You know this boy isn't for you." The 
girls hung their heads. The boys dick, though still hard, hung to one 
side as it had been cut half off.

"Aren't you girls supposed to be watching the dinks this afternoon? 
Megan?"

The girl who had done the cutting looked up.

"Yes Linda, but they aren't any fun. Their too small and their dinks 
don't get hard."

"Well Megan, life isn't all about fun. We have responsibilities too. 
Now the two of you get back to watching the dinks."

The other girl spoke up.

"Can we still cut this ones dick?"

"No Natalie. You two get back to work." The girls ambled off and 
Linda bent between the boys legs. She applied some more of the red 
goop that we had seen earlier to the boy's dick and remaining ball.

Linda then came to our door and entered.

"Did you two manage to get some sleep?"

"Yes." I said

"Good. Well, let's go get something to eat. You'll also be meeting 
the head of our society and we shall ask any questions that you may 
have."

We left the cabin but then quickly stopped. We looked over at the 
naked boy tied to the ground. Between his legs was a raccoon busily 
tearing at the boy's cock. Linda looked to the sky.

"We take from the forest and we give back to the forest." The raccoon 
quickly tore off part of the boy's dick and ran into the bushes with 
it just as a fox came forward and stuck it's nose into the boy's 
crotch and began eating.

I felt a tingle between my legs and I looked at Christine. Her eyes 
were glazed and I knew she was aroused as well. As we resumed 
walking, two more foxes joined in on the feast of male.

As we walked, we began asking questions.

"How many of you are there in this . . . society?" asked Christine.

"Not counting the males, there are about 300 of us. There are about 
400 males of all ages."

"Where do you get the males?"

"Some get lost up here, others are ex-cons who are lured here by a 
job ad. Some we just grab on trips to the south. We even get some 
sent to us."

"Sent to you. By who?"

"Feminist and women's groups. They send us some unruly males to do 
with as we wish. A lot of women love our society's concept."

We entered a clearing and what we saw was incredible. There were 
perhaps 50 women and teenage girls sitting on the grass. There were 
almost as many naked adolescent boys, stirring large pots on the 
fires, carrying bowls and obviously preparing food. Several women 
were lying on their backs, their legs spread while their pussys were 
attended to by the tongues of more young boys. Other women straddled 
the faces of their young attendants while inflicting pain on the 
males genitals with sticks or their hands. 

Two young boys were led over to us by a young woman. The boys knelt, 
one in front of me the other in front of Christine.

Linda spoke.

"These boys are for you two to use any way you wish. I suggest you 
have them pleasure you. If they do not satisfy you or they displease 
you in some way, you may punish them however you want. Dinner will be 
ready in about an hour. I will come and find you."

We led the boys to an empty corner of the clearing and Christine and 
I laid down. The boys squatted submissively by our feet, their knees 
spread wide and their hands held behind their backs.

Christine put her foot between her boy's legs and grabbing his small 
penis between her toes, she pulled him forward until he fell to the 
ground. We both laughed.

"Get up boy!" Christine barked and the boy got back to his squatting 
position.

"Now, lay down between my legs and get to work with your tongue." The 
boy lay between her legs and began licking her sex. Christine purred 
and she looked at me.

"I could get used to this place." she said as she pushed the boys 
head down against her pussy.

"Lick harder boy. Do it or bite your little dink off!" 

I couldn't believe how fast Christine was adapting to this place. But 
I couldn't blame her as I was feeling the same way. I looked at the 
preteen boy in front of me. Judging by the state of his 
underdeveloped dick, he was excited.

"Lay down boy!" He did so and I knelt over his head facing his 
crotch. I lowered myself onto his face.

"Start with my ass boy. Lick it good and I won't hurt you." The boy 
began licking at my anus and I almost came right there. I leaned 
forward and began roughly fondling his small dick, tugging and 
twisting at it.

I looked over and saw that Christine had wrapped her legs around the 
boys back, trapping his head against her pussy. One look in her eyes 
told me she was in the wonderful land of absolute arousal.

I slid down a little further, exposing my pussy.

"Alright boy. Get to work on my pussy." The boy did so obediently and 
I thought how he was a lot better at this then my exhusband.

I took his tiny boner into my mouth and began jerking it up and down 
with my teeth. Not biting into it, but clamping it in place.

I felt my orgasm building, so I sat back on the boys face, burying 
him in my pussy. I began to moan as I humped the boys face, and I 
knew he was having a hard time breathing. I briefly thought of having 
him suffocate under my pussy but decided against it. Maybe still a 
little hung up on the idea that he was just a boy.

My orgasm came, soaking the boys face and I could hear him choke. 
After my orgasms subsided I rolled off the boy and he curled up on 
the ground, gasping and clutching his penis.

Looking over at Christine I saw here rubbing the boys face against 
her pussy, gasping and moaning with pleasure.

When she finished, she pushed the boy away and lay on the grass with 
her legs spread. I went to her and kissed her on the mouth.

"That was incredible! I could do that all day long." Christine 
whispered.

"Me too. That was fantastic!" 

Christine broke our kiss and looked at the boys.

"Boys! Get over here and clean us up." 

While we continued to lightly kiss and fondle each other, the boys 
got between our legs and cleaned our pussys with their tongues.

Soon, or rather too soon, Linda returned. She smiled when she saw our 
state of being.

"Well, it looks as though you two had a good time. That's great. 
Males are for our pleasure. If you want to wrap this up soon, dinner 
is about to be served."

She looked down at the boy who was servicing me, She shook her head.

"No, no, no." She grabbed the boy and pulled him to his feet and 
turned him toward us. His small dick was standing up hard.

"This is not allowed. Unless you want the males dick to be hard, he 
should never have one."

She took a stick from the ground and began whipping the boy's boner. 
He squealed in pain and fear but this did nothing to stop Linda's 
punishment.

Soon the boy's penis hung limp and soft and there were a couple of 
welts on it. Linda again addressed us.

"Okay. Let's get some dinner."

Christine kicked the boy away from between her legs and we got up and 
followed Linda. Our boys followed behind us respectively.