Fantasy Island -- III

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Beverly, my girlfriend, and I stepped off the seaplane.  The hostess 
of Fantasy Island was waiting for us.  "Let me show you to your 
cabin.  Then your fantasy begins."  It was in a beautiful valley.  
The cabin was on a little stream.   A short distance away was a 
stable.  Three beautiful horses were there.  We were going to start 
the fantasy of riding into the past.  Beverly was a paleontologist.  
She wanted to see dinosaurs roam the Early.  I was a dinosaur buff.  
I was happy to go with her.  







The hostess instructed us: "The white horse has magical powers.  His 
name is Orion.  He is the only one who knows the way.  He leads.  You 
ride the other two horses.  They are also wonderful animals.  In many 
ways, they are like people.  I only let those who really love and 
respect animals ride them. The equipment 

and provisions are ready. You may start any time."  It was a nice 
day.  We went to see the horses, to say hi.  We had a picnic on the 
stream.  Beverly picked flowers for the cabin.  We had a light dinner 
and went to bed early.  I was horny.  But Beverly did not want to 
make love.  She gave my hard cock a kiss and promised more when we 
came back.  







The storm arrived suddenly.  Lightning struck close to the cabin.  
Among the thunder, I heard the call of the horses.  I ran outside 
with only my shirt and shorts on.  The horses were jumping around, 
especially Orion.  I tried to calm him.  It did not work.  In 
desperation, I jumped on him and held his head.  I stroke him and 
talked to him.  He was calming down.  Then a bolt of lightning hit 
close by and he took off before we even heard the thunder.  I could 
only hang on.  He galloped for a long time and gradually left the 
storm behind.  I had absolutely no idea where we were and hoped that 
Orion knew.  He was calm now, he was trotting.  We were in a little 
valley.  But not the valley where we started.  I saw camp fire ahead.







A group of women approached me.  I could not see them well except 
that they were all very tall. The fire was behind them.  I got off 
Orion, just to be polite. But he ran ahead to them.  He knew them and 
they knew him.  I walked up to them but they ignored me and patted 
him.  One of them said: "Coming to see Polaris, aren’t you.  You 
better be quick or she will run away with the other stallion."  They 
all laughed and Orion turned sharply left and galloped away.  I heard 
another horse galloping towards us.







Then the women turned their attention towards me.  I was now close 
enough to see that they were all beautiful.  Most had long hair.  
Then I noticed the Amazon medal they wore.  I recognized it from 
Greek mythology books.  They said: "Well, see what we got here.  
Sperm!"  Then they pounced on me, wrestle me to the ground and tore 
off my shirt and shorts.  Four pinned my ankles and wrists to the 
ground.  They all took off their short dresses.  Their bodies were 
all gorgeous.  Then one of them mounted me.  In a couple of minutes, 
we cummed together.  She got off me and another beauty did the same.  
I wish they did not pin my hands to the ground.  I want to roam my 
hands over the beautiful bodies.





It was heaven the first four of five times I cummed.  But my balls 
were drying up.   And they kept coming.  How many of them were 
there?  By the time the eight Amazon mounted me, I was a wreck.  She 
kept fucking me and having one orgasm after another.  But I could not 
come.  The pleasure was becoming painful.  The pleasure/pain racked 
my body.  After a long time, I delivered my load and she collapsed on 
me.   Then she rolled off me weakly.





To my horror, another Amazon approached.   Then I got the surprise of 
my life.  She looked exactly like my boss, Elaine.  Was it Elaine?  I 
always had a crush on Elaine and she knew it. She liked to teased 
me.  On business trips together, she told me she was preparing me for 
Beverly. I never got more than a kiss.  Now she was ready to rape 
me.  Oh Goddess, please let me have semen left for one more shot.   
The Amazon who just finished raping me said: "He is running low.  He 
needs something special."  Elaine got down on her knees.  I saw that 
this Amazon had gray eyes.  Elaine had blue eyes.  Then she planted a 
big kiss on my cock head. 





That was the most exquisite blow job.  She used her mouth, her 
tongue, her teeth, her throat, her hands.  My balls were dry.  But my 
cock was rock hard.  Spasm after spasm rushed from my cock to every 
inch of my body.  I was crying out in pain, calling her name again 
and again.  I was begging her to stop.  But her talented tongue did 
not stop.  Incredibly, my balls were stirring.  Elaine gave my cock 
head a last kiss and mounted me.  Her pussy was incredibly tight.  
She rode me to three orgasms before I shot my load into her.   





It went on and on.  I did not know how many more Amazons raped me 
after Elaine.  But they all needed some kind of help.  Some of them 
rub a kind of oil into my cock.  It make me so hard my cock hurts.  
One stuck a needle into my balls and pumped some liquid in.  I almost 
passed out from the pain.  Another one gave me a drink.  Its heat ran 
through my body and straight to my cock and balls.   Had I come 
twenty times?  Was there so much semen in a man’s balls?  This blonde 
already had many orgasms and I could not give her any semen.  Finally 
she admitted defeat.  She rolled off me weakly.  The others held me 
easily.  I just wanted to close my eyes and be left alone.  







Then she got up, went away, and came back with a knife.  "I am not 
going to be the only one left without sperms.  I am going to take it 
with me.  The Priestess knows how to get the remaining sperm out."  I 
was horrified.  Did she want to cut off my balls?  Then she kneeled 
between my legs and grabbed my balls.  She made a light cut on the 
sac.  The balls popped out.  She cut them off.   Then I passed out.







I opened my eyes to see the hostess leaning over me.  "I am glad to 
find you.  In the morning, I will take you back to the cabin.  You 
may never find your way back."  Pain is still throbbing from my 
balls.  "Did you produce the storm and the Amazons?"  I asked.  "I 
did.  Your fantasy was to be gang raped by a group of beautiful women 
and then castrated.  You like dinosaurs.  But they are Beverly’s 
fantasy, not yours.  Every guest experiences at least one fantasy.  
You will be OK tomorrow."  "Did I lose my balls?"   "Yes.  But I got 
them back from Ingrid once the Priestess got the sperm out for her.  
I planted it back in."







We saw the dinosaurs.  My balls hurt for a week.  But Beverly did not 
know.  She was so excited by the dinosaurs that she had no sexual 
desire.  We did not make love until we were home.  She never asked me 
how I got the scar on my ball sac.  Maybe she knew.