Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2014 23:32:22 -0500
From: sasha steele <sashadankasteele@gmail.com>
Subject: MANAZON part three

    MANAZON (part three)

    by Sasha Steele


    Next morning Coral awoke with a piss hardon. Bolt was already up
packing the sparse amount of gear he had. She crawled out of the tent and
stretched. In the day light Coral saw that thick jungle undergrowth
surrounded their tiny clearing.

    "Good morning sweetheart," Bolt said. "Hope you slept well, we have a
long way to go."

    He stood and came to her. They kissed. Bolt took hold of the erection
in Coral's panties.

    "Is this for me?" He asked.

    "I have to pee first," Coral said.

    She turn away to go pee. He pressed against her from behind. Coral felt
his hardness against her rear.

    "Here, let me help you," Bolt said.

   He reached around, withdrew Coral's cock from her panties and held it
there. Her cock was close to full erection. Bolt pressed his face against
the side of Coral's head. His breathing was heavy. He kissed her on the
ear.

    "Go ahead and pee," Bolt whispered.

    Bolt's other hand was on Coral's pudgy stomach. He felt her tighten up
as she bore down to pee.

    "You're making this more difficult," Coral said, "but I like it."

    She bore down harder. The strong golden urine of Coral's morning pee
gushed from the slit at the end of her semi erect cock and the heavy stream
twisted into the undergrowth.  Coral sighed with relief at her release.
Her gut tighten again and again with the few last spurts as she strained to
completely empty her bladder.  Finished her piss Coral turned to embrace
Bolt with her cock now fully erect. They kissed.

    "Okay," Coral said, "now you can have it."

    Bolt sank slowly to his knees. He took Coral's big hard cock into his
watering mouth. His head bobbed causing Coral's shaft to slide back and
forth inside his mouth. Bolt had taken down his pants and was stroking his
hard cock with one hand. Bolt preferred his right hand to masturbate. His
left was on Coral's pantie clad ass. Her legs were slightly splayed. Her
hands were clasped to the sides of Bolt's head.

    As Coral's passion grew she began to undulated her hips faster, turning
the blow job Bolt was giving into her fucking his mouth. Bolt liked
that. Close to cumming, Coral's pace quickened more and her grip on his
head tightened. Bolt was close to orgasm as well. His cock glowed red hot
as his hand quickened and he masturbated himself with gusto. He came at
nearly the same moment Coral stopped her undulating to pull his face tight
into her crotch, an attempt to bury her cock even deeper down his throat
while she came.

    They returned to the campsite they had fled the night before. No longer
needed by Tider, the main group's bearers where packing up to retrace their
steps home. Tider had left one man back in case Coral and Bolt showed
up. It was the one who had stripped her down. Bolt dispatched the man with
his own knife. They took back their belongings and after a bath, change of
clothes and something to eat, set off after Tider.

    Half way to the cliff face they encountered the bearers from the lead
group returning. That left just Tider with five soldiers and his long
dicked boyfriend. An obvious ambush set up for Coral and Bolt left just
three soldiers when Bolt took care of two more men with his knife. Tider
must have planned another way home for himself and was parring down the
group.

    Nearly three days they had dogged the other's trail and for two nights
they had fucked and sucked each other in their little tent. Coral was
desperate to fuck Bolt's nice round muscle butt. She pushed for it a few
times and Bolt had resisted. He was just not ready to cross that line,
Coral reasoned and so stopped trying to push him. But that just made her
need to fuck Bolt's ass all the more intensive.

    They caught up to Tider camped at the mouth of the passage through the
cliff face. Bolt waited for an opportunity to ambush them and was able to
pick off two more of Tider'smen.  Tider was wounded with a bullet in his
leg. Dalton had fled into the passage. And Zeffertiti was nowhere in sight.

    "Your only choice," Bolt said when Tider surrendered, "is weather your
death will be particularly painful or a simple bullet in the head."

    Tider said nothing.

    "Good choice," Bolt said.

    He raised his pistol and shot him, then went after Dalton. Half way
through the passage. Bolt caught up to Dalton. After a few wildly fired
rounds Dalton was out of ammunition. Bolt dropped his weapon to the ground
as he approached Dalton.

   "I'm going to enjoy this," Bolt said.

    And when the fight was over Dalton was dead. But Bolt had no time to
savor the moment. He heard Coral cry out. Felt a pin prick in his
chest. Then everything went black.

    When Bolt came around he was in an ornate palace of mirrors, white
marble and gold ornaments. He had been stripped naked, bound hand and
foot. His muscular legs were splayed as he was bent over a gilded
bench. Bolt tried to break his bonds. It was no use. He was trapped.

    A large group of dark skinned, well muscled men in short colorful
sarongs congregated around a central figure - the Manazon and their
heGoddess Nimphallus. All the Manazon had black curly hair that hung to
their waists. They wore high heeled sandals on their feet and adorn
themselves with a multitude of gold and gem articles of jewelry.

    Their heGoddess Nimphallus sat upon his throne, an imposing figure.
Larger than life, weighing perhaps five hundred pounds. His long tresses
were a glistening white-blond. He wore a flowing white dress, sandals of
gold and much more jewelry than did his followers. Nimphallus`s
porcelain-like complexion was perfection in itself, smooth. flawless. His
feminine face more beautiful than any mortal woman Bolt had ever seen.

    The Manazon throng parted. Attendants helped their heGoddess to his
feet. He walked the few paces to where Bolt was bound. The side slits
between the front and back panels of Nimphallus's dress parted as he
stepped exposing his massive yet flawless white legs. Nimphallus circled
Bolt, assessing his prise captive.  Bolt saw the tenting in the front skirt
panel of Nimphallus`s dress. A cock causing such a bulge as this must be
enormous Bolt thought.

    The heGoddess stepped behind him. He spoke to his attendants in a
tongue Bolt did not understand but Bolt knew what Nimphallus intended to
do. Bolt`s heart raced as Nimphallus`s attendants spread his ass cheeks for
their heGoddess. Nimphallus`s cock seemed impossibly large as it penetrated
Bolt`s anus. He gritted his teeth and cried out in disbelief that his ass
was being violated.

    Beyond the discomfort of the maximum stretch of Bolt's annal ring, the
insertion of Nimphallus's massive cock in Bolt's hole felt much the same as
attempting to dislodge a gigantic turd in a difficult bowel movement.  Only
the offending obstruction in this case was moving inward not out.

    For what seemed a lifetime to Bolt the heGoddess Nimphallus fucked him
mercilessly. Yet, even with the peculiar feeling of such an enormous cock
stuck up his ass, Bolt was not dispassionate. His own cock had grown
hard. When Nimphallus finally came it seemed to Bolt as if his insides were
afire. He felt full, completed somehow and gratified as his own cum
splattered on the marble floor beneath him.

    Nimphallus withdrew his enormous cock from Bolt`s backside and came
face to face with him. The heGoddess's green and gold-flecked eyes were
hypnotic. Nimphallus truly was beautiful. He raised a gold and diamond en
clustered hand and blew gold dust from his open palm into Bolt`s
face. Then, for Bolt, everything went black once again.

    Bolt leaped back into consciousness. Coral was there.

    "Welcome back to the land of the living," she said.

    Bolt didn't acknowledge her.

    "The Manazon!" he exclaimed, "Nimphallus the heGoddess."

    "You've been in and out of consciousness two days," Coral told him.
"Delusional."

    Bolt rolled onto his knees. Tried to get his bearings.

    Bolt, you've been poisoned."

    Bolt shook his head trying to clear it.

    "Poisoned? What happened?"

    Coral told Bolt what happened. It went down like this: He had just let
Dalton fall from the strangle hold that had broken his neck when the poison
dart from Zeffertitipenetrated his chest. Instinctively Dalton grabbed his
knife and opened a wound across the entry point, but the fast acting poison
took him to the ground.

   Coral had just caught up when she saw Zeffertiti with his long blow
pipe. Coral screamed as he ran at the naked guide leader. Too late he
caught Zeffertiti and pushed him head first into the stone wall.  Coral had
over thirty five pounds on the slender guide leader and so Zeffertiti hit
the wall hard. But Zeffertiti was strong and jungle hardened. He sprang up
at Coral like a vicious cat nearly knocking Coral off her feet.

    Coral managed to grab a loose stick. He swung around wildly hitting
Zeffertiti across the side of the head. The stick flew from his
grip. Zefertiti half turned as he stumbled onto one knee but recovered
quickly. Coral had to move fast in order to seized the opportunity. He
grabbed Zeffertiti by his long hair with one hand and his long cock with
the other, again driving him into the wall.

    Then Zeffertiti, like a ragging animal ran at Coral and knocked him to
the ground. Coral nearly landed on top of Bolt. Luckily he was able to grab
Bolt's pistol and in shear panic emptied the entire clip finishing
Zeffertiti who nearly fell on top of him.

    Right from the start Coral had felt that Zeffertiti, a tribal witch
doctor, was evil and had been responsible for the deaths of her
colleagues. She had observed Zeffertiticlosely, noticed that the two
leather pouches around his neck contained different powders. The red one
was no doubt poison. But the brown one...Coral had witnessed Ziffertiti wet
one of his long fingernails to withdraw powder from
 it, which he then applied to a brush scratch healing it almost
instantly. Coral snatched the brown pouch, dumped powder into Bolt's knife
cut on his chest and prayed it would stop the poison from invading his
system.

    Bolt stood, still groggy. "What about the Manazon? I saw..."

    "Delusions" Coral said, "things I told you about them. Come on."

    Coral took Bolt's hand and led him to the passage's opening into the
valley. Bolt was taken aback.  The valley was nothing but blackened
rock. Steam issued from deep fissures causing a permanent cloud cover.

    "So they never were here?" He said.

    "They were and left."

    Coral showed him some hieroglyphs she had found on the passage walls.

    "More clues to their existence," she said.

    They discovered the hot air balloon that Tiber had planned to escape
in. They set it up and followed the prevailing wind back to
civilization. Bolt slept most of the voyage back, slowly regaining his
strength.  He seemed distance and Coral feared that their wild sexual fling
may be over.

     Bolt had business to attend and so it turned out they only had one
night left before sailing for home.  They decided to make a night of
it. Coral looked magnificent in a new red and white floral pattern dress.
Underneath she wore a satin corset garter belt with matching pantie and bra
set.White pumps. Coral made sure her blond hair was just right - loose to
her shoulders, her makeup seductive - red lipstick and nail polish, seams
of her stockings straight. She wanted to be perfect for Bolt.

    They ate dinner, talked over a few drinks. Bolt want to tell Coral
something. She thought it was good by.  Instead he told her the feverish
dream he'd had about the Manazon and how the heGoddess Nimphallus had taken
him.

   "I want you to fuck me Coral," Bolt said. "I want you to fuck my ass."

   When Coral took Bolt it was from behind. She watched as he stripped
naked and positioned himself on the bed, his ass in the air ready for
her. Coral lifted her dress, freed her rock hard cock from the confines of
her panties and got on the bed positioned behind him.

    Coral's cock didn't feel obtrusive as Bolt imagined Nimphallus's had
been. It felt as though this was exactly where it was supposed to be. And
as Coral fucked him Bolt knew that this is what he wanted, what he always
had wanted and always will want. They came together, Coral's hot cum inside
of him and Bolt's on the bedspread.

    Bolt turned to her and whispered, "I love you Coral and I want to marry
you."

    "Oh Bolt," Coral sighed.

    They caressed and kissed passionately, lovingly.

           The End