Amazon Series: Part VIII – The Ball Hunters

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He rode me hard.  His huge cock slid in and out of my tight little pussy.  Every move brought a wave of pleasure through my body and a moan through my lips.  He squeezed my breasts hard.  He tried to kiss me again.  But I turned my face.  I couldn’t do it.  I had an orgasm.  My body trembled.  He was about to come too. I could feel his hot rod pulsing and twitching inside me.  I relaxed my pussy’s grip on his cock.  I couldn’t let him come.  Then he screamed.  I was safe.  I saw Tasha kneeling behind him.  She raised her right hand.  She had his balls.

Ball hunters always work in pairs, guarding each other. It is much safer.  We have to be outside Amazonia, beyond the protection of Goddess’s magic power. That’s where the balls are. We have no balls in Amazonia.  We castrated all our males long time ago.  Even today, we castrate every single one of our male animals, sooner or later.  We simply can’t have balls, not those attached to a male anyway.  

But we still need the sperm to make baby girls.  That’s the ball hunter’s job.  We bring the balls back to the temple.  The priestess treats them with magic potions and extracts the female sperm.  We do not need a lot.  A pair of balls can get dozens of Amazons pregnant.  But we still need them.  So ball hunters go out and bring them back.  The cocks are useless.  We just keep them as trophies, as our victory and power over the males.  The thought of being fucked by a male, and get untreated sperm straight from his balls, horrifies every Amazon.  

We ball hunters are all dare devils.  We have to be.  We are lovers.  We have to be.  We have to trust each other completely.  The hunt is simple:  get a male into an isolated place, start making out with him, down comes the pants, grab his balls.  It is easy because every Amazon is extremely beautiful.  No male can resist us.  Once you get hold of his balls, you can do anything.  You can tease him, or squeeze him. You can have some fun, then, swish, and you cut it off.   

We always let them have some final fun before the castration. The pleasure stimulates sperm production. We want more sperm.  But we never let them come a last time.  It is a serious crime to waste so much sperm.  We always cut off the cock too.  That is for bragging.  The bigger the cock, the bigger the balls.  The bigger the balls, the more sperm they have.  Balls must be turned over to the priestess as soon as possible.  And you never see them again. The cocks we preserve and show off to each other.  Ball hunters are a close knit group.  

Tasha was the one who came up with the idea.  Instead of just grabbing the cock, one of us would let the prey fuck her.  The other one could grab the balls and cut it off.  I liked it.  I am always more adventurous.  It took me three months to persuade Tasha.

I pushed him off me.  Tasha handed me the knife.  I grabbed the huge cock and cut it off with one swift stroke.  We put the cock and balls in their cases.  Then I leaned over to kiss Tasha.  A successful hunt is very arousing.  The bigger the cock and balls, the more exciting it is.  This set is bigger than any I have ever seen. But she slapped me hard. "You slut. You actually enjoy being raped."  She was instantly contrite.  She held and kissed me.  

A successful hunt is extremely arousing.  Later that night, after long hours of passionate lovemaking, Tasha asked me whether I really enjoyed being raped.  "No", I said.  "But the danger excited me like you don’t believe.  I was like jumping off a cliff into the river.  Nobody has ever let a prey fuck her before.  He did not fuck me for that long.  But I had the orgasm instantly.  Your timing was perfect.  He was about to come."   Tasha trembled at the thought.

We pay a high price for that stunt.  Tasha could keep it a secret forever.  Not me.  I am a loud mouth.  Other ball hunters are awed or horrified, or both.  Nobody is surprised when the priestesses come to arrest us.  The High Priestess herself rips the ball hunter’s scarf from our sleeves.  She sentences us to do the dirtiest work in the temple for a year: cleaning out the toilets. We are never allowed to go outside of Amazonia again. The High Priestess makes it a taboo for ball hunters to fuck cocks. 

Tasha never bitch.  We relive that hunt again and again, in the woods, on the beach, even in our bed, one of us playing me and the other playing the male.