Vacation in Paradise – Part 1
By Muscle Fan



Not to bore you, the reader, with details, but I had just finished divorce
proceedings and was in need of some much needed rest and relaxation. Something
to get my mind off of lawyers and financial accountability, not to mention my
ex-wife's constant snipping at how I didn't appreciate her and all she did for
me. While she was quick to point that out, she never came through with what it
was that she did for me. But I said I didn't want to bore you with details of
the messy affair.

I had posted most of my life on Facebook as a way of venting and gotten
comments both pro and con. I know I lost some friends in the process, but,
that's OK. Perhaps I'm better off without those 'friends' anyway. Besides, I
was moving back to California from the east coast, 'Going home,' I thought.

One person who did reach out to me was Karen. Karen is only a year younger
than me and our families use to vacation at the beach together in the summers.
We practically grew up with each other, but it had been a couple of years
since I had seen her so I was both happy and surprised when she suggested that
I come to Jamaica to visit.

Karen was writing a paper on Santeria and specifically on Femdala, a small
sect of the Santeria religion/culture which, she informed me, dealt with a
'matriarchal society,' for her doctorate thesis. 'Karen always was the smart
one,' I thought as I was packing for my trip to Montego Bay, 'a short trip,
only a couple of days away from the stress of the divorce, and before I needed
to be in California.' She had told me she was living with the 'high priestess'
of Femdala on her ranch. I didn't know what to expect and when I pressed Karen
for details, she just chuckled and said, 'I think you'll like Mistress Anne
and find her interesting.'

I had given Karen my flight itinerary and she was to pick me up. I managed to
get everything into my carry-on so I didn't have to wait at the luggage
carousel, but I did have to que up for customs. Once I cleared that, I spotted
Karen. 'Damn she looks good,' I thought as I exited the terminal. She always
looked good to me, but something was different but it had been two years since
I had seen her.

Karen was five-foot seven-inches tall with a healthy tan from the Jamaican
sun. She was wearing white shorts, a tie-dyed tank top and sandals. She looked
every bit the tourist and not the doctoral candidate that she was. 'But
there's something else about her,' I thought, 'I just can't put my finger on.'
"Kevin," she said, wrapping her arms around my neck, and giving me a brief
kiss, "how was your flight, it's been too long." "It has, Karen," I said, "the
flight was good, but long, I'm glad to be off the plane. Now you have to fill
me in on where we're staying." She laughed and said, "We have about an hour
drive, so I'll talk as we drive."

Karen had an open Jeep with a sun shade on top. As we exited the terminal, a
muscular police officer had one foot propped up on the Jeep's bumper. I put my
carry on in the back as Karen spoke quietly to the officer. "Are we in
trouble," I asked. Karen smiled and said, "No, Reginald was just watching the
car for me."

As we left the airport she reached behind me and passed me a bottle from a
cooler. "Here," she said, "have a drink, we're heading up into the hills and
it will be hotter up there." The rum punch was cold and thirst quenching and I
welcomed the calming effect the alcohol had on me. I held the bottle against
my forehead, and said, "So tell me about your Mistress Anne," turning in my
seat toward her.

The wind blew through Karen's blonde hair and I couldn't help but notice that
she didn't wear a bra under her tank top. In fact, as the lightweight material
blew in the wind, I caught glimpses of her breasts and nipples, both firm,
with no tan lines. 'Damn,' I thought, 'Karen is hot.' I think she knew it too
by the wide smile on my face.

She flashed me a radiant smile and said, "You'll like Mistress Anne, Kevin,
she's eager to meet you." "Uh-huh," I said, "and she lives on a ranch?" Again
the brilliant smile, "It's more of a compound than a ranch, but you'll see."
Karen certainly wasn't telling me anything, and then it dawned on me what was
different about her as I watched her navigate the Jeep through the winding
mountain road. 'Her arms are muscular,' I thought.

'Did I ever mention to Karen that I loved muscular women?' I wondered as I
watched Karen handle the curves of the road, each turn teasing her biceps and
triceps. 'I must have,' I thought, 'but I don't remember Karen expressing a
desire to work out or exercise.' "Have you been working out, Karen," I asked.
She turned to me and smiled again, and laughed lightly, "Not really," she
said, "It's Mistress Anne, good diet and healthy living." I nodded, but not
because that told me anything.

Perhaps it was the rum or maybe the sun, but I soon found myself dozing off.

"We're here, Kev," Karen said shaking my shoulder. I woke up and yawned.
Looking around I saw a large two-story home with several out buildings, a
vegetable garden and spectacular view of the Caribbean down the hill. "Welcome
to Anne's place," Karen said, stepping from the Jeep. "Come on," she said
reaching in back and taking my carry-on. "Here," I said, "I can take that,
it's heavy." "I got it," Karen said, "It's not that heavy," and headed in the
direction of the house. She carried my bag as if it were filled with feathers.

I followed her up the stone steps into the entryway. She handed my bag to a
man and told him, "Put my cousin's bag in the guest room, Cedric." "Yes,
ma'am," he said giving a slight bow.

"Thank you Cedric," said a tall, statuesque black woman who approached us.
Cedric bowed a little deeper, diverting his eyes, and took my bag toward the
staircase. Cedric was tall, dark and very muscular. He wore shorts with no
shirt and was barefoot.

"Oh, Mistress Anne, this is my cousin, Kevin," Karen said, "Kevin, this is our
hostess, Mistress Anne."

Mistress Anne was a broad shoulder black goddess with striated chest muscles
and firm breasts capped by dark areolas. Her nipples were erect; the size of
ball bearings and her waist was narrow and her thighs huge and defined. 'I've
never seen anyone like her,' I thought as I took in this Amazon. The fact that
she was naked made it almost impossible to tear my gaze away and she knew it.
I looked at her massive thighs and forearms which were crisscrossed with thick
veins.

Mistress Anne stepped toward me and wrapped her huge arms around me and hugged
me, lifting me several inches off the ground. 'She could easily crush me,' I
thought, 'I'm six foot tall and she's taller than me. "Welcome, Kevin," she
said, in a deep voice, releasing me, "welcome to Jamaica, please, call me
Mistress Anne, everyone does." "Thank you, thank you for having me," I said.
She chuckled and said, "It's my pleasure, really, Karen has told me all about
you, please come in, I'll have Liz bring some drinks out by the pool."

Karen and I followed Mistress Anne though the great room and out through the
French doors to an enclosed patio. 'This house is even bigger than I thought
it was,' I thought, looking around. But what really attracted my attention was
Mistress Anne's firm ass. Not just firm, but, like her chest, the underlying
muscles were striated. 'Unbelievable,' I thought.

Mistress Anne stopped beside a chaise lounge and extended a hand toward the
one to her left. "Please, have a seat, make yourself comfortable," she said,
stepping across the lounge and sitting down, but not before I caught sight of
her large clit which was the size of my thumb.

Karen pulled up a lounge to Mistress Anne's right and pulled her tank top over
her head revealing the breasts and nipples I had caught sight of on the way
from the airport. She then unsnapped her shorts and wiggling her hips, stepped
from them, finally kicking off her sandals. Karen was tan from head to foot.
"Don't be embarrassed, Kevin," Mistress Anne said, "you can take your clothes
off if you like, the choice is yours. As you can see, Karen has adopted our
lifestyle."

"Yes," Karen said, "No need to be shy, Kevin, I've seen you naked before." She
had, years ago when we were in our teens. Karen had come into a bedroom at the
beach house as I was changing. At first it was awkward, and I covered myself
with my underwear, but she smiled and I tossed my underwear on the bed. Her
smile turned to a grin as she saw my manhood. I remember saying something
cheesy like, 'I've showed you mine, now let's see yours.' The funny thing is
that she did. She stepped out of her bikini bottom and as I took her in my
arms, I unfastened her top, feeling her breasts against my chest and her
pelvis against my cock. 'That was the first time we had seen each other naked,
but not the last,' I thought.

"Don't force him, baby," Mistress Anne said, looking at Karen, "Kevin can go
at his own pace." "Yes, mistress, of course," Karen said, "I'm sorry." Anne
reached out and patted Karen's arm.

I smiled at Karen and Mistress Anne and pulled my T-shirt over my head and
kicked off my sandals and then unfastened my pants. As I was doing this, a
naked light skinned Jamaican woman padded across the patio with a tray full of
drinks. Though not muscular, she was toned, moving with athletic grace.
Without a word, she offered one to me and then Karen and finally to our
hostess. "Thank you, Liz," Anne said, "Liz, this is Mistress Karen's friend,
Kevin, he will be staying with us for a few days." The woman nodded, "Pleased
to meet you, Mr. Kevin," she said. I watched as the young woman padded back to
the house. "Liz has been with me for a year now," Anne said, "she's an
excellent housekeeper. Anything you need or want, just ask Liz." I shook my
head slightly to clear it and then peeled my underwear down my legs.

"Come here, baby," Anne told me before I had a chance to sit on my lounge
chair. I looked at Karen who gave a brief nod. I stepped beside Mistress
Anne's chaise lounge. She swung her legs to the side of the lounge. Seated, my
crotch was a foot from her face. "Don't be nervous, Kevin," she said, as she
reached out and gently took my penis between her thumb and forefinger and laid
it in the palm of her hand. Then she covered it with her other hand. I felt
warmth and a tingling sensation in my cock as she held me captive for a
minute.

Flaccid my penis is about three inches, but erect, I'm six inches. 'Never had
any complaints from Julie, or Karen, for that matter,' I thought. Maybe it was
my imagination, the Caribbean sun or the lingering effects of the rum punch,
but the warmth and tingling sensation seemed to spread throughout my pelvis. I
could tell that Anne was saying something although I couldn't make out what it
was. 'Jamaican,' I thought. When she removed her hands, I couldn't believe it.
Even though I was still flaccid, my cock was six-inches.

"That's amazing," I told her looking down at myself. She took her hand from
beneath my penis. I looked at Anne and Karen; both had big smiles on their
face. "Go on, baby," Anne said, "you may touch it, it won't bite," and both
women laughed. I wrapped my fingers around my cock and it felt bigger, not
just in length, but in girth as well. 'Heavier too,' I thought. "That's
better, isn't it," Anne asked. I had never been accused of having a small
cock; always considered myself average, but this, this was amazing.

"Yes, yes it is," I said, "better, but how?" The radiant smile never left
Mistress Anne's face and she said, "Femdala, goddess of power," as if that
explained it.

"Thank you, Mistress Anne," I said. I sat on my chaise and Mistress Anne waved
a hand dismissively. "Liz will come up to your room and wax you," Karen said,
gesturing to my pubic area, "she's very gentle." 'It doesn't sound like a
topic open for discussion,' I thought, 'but what the hell, why not?'

We sipped our drinks in silence for a minute. It wasn't an uncomfortable
silence as I was enjoying looking at Mistress Anne and Karen.

"Karen tells me that you're the high priestess for Femdala," I said, "can you
tell me about that?" She smiled and said, "Yes, there's no secret. Karen is
writing a paper about it. Femdala is a sect of Santeria who's follower's
belief in our matriarchal society; that women, not men, are the life force of
the world. That doesn't make you uneasy, does it Kevin?"

I thought about that for a moment and then said, "No, not at all." "Kevin has
always liked women with muscles," Karen said, "dominant women." I looked at
her questioningly and she said, "Don't you remember Kev, I caught you with a
muscle magazine in your room at the beach house?" It had slipped my mind, but
now I remember talking with Karen on my bed, when she found the magazine under
the bed. When she opened it and studied the pictures of the women, she had
asked if I found them attractive and I had told her that I did.

Seeing the muscle women in the magazine as Karen had scanned through it had
given me a hard on at the time and that was the first time we had had sex.
'Funny,' I thought, 'how I had put that out of my mind until now.'

Mistress Anne chuckled, that deep laugh of hers, and raised her arm and flexed
her bicep. Her muscle exploded and she said, "Then you can appreciate my
twenty inch arms. You'd be surprised at how many people find muscle women
masculine or intimidating." I nodded, and said, "But I'm not one of them."
"No," she said, "I know, and neither is your cousin. She's developing into a
muscle beauty in her own right."

Mistress Anne reached out and placed a hand on Karen's left bicep and stroked
her arm for a minute all the while muttering something. Mistress Anne withdrew
her hand and Karen bent her arm and flexed. Her bicep hardened into a ball and
she chuckled. "Do you like that, Kevin?" she asked me. I could only stare open
mouthed at my cousin. "I can see he does," Mistress Anne said and then laughed
deeply as she stared at my erection. Karen joined in as well and I'm sure I
reddened with embarrassment.

"Don't be embarrassed, Kevin," Mistress Anne said, "it's only natural and
quite flattering, isn't it, Karen?" "Yes, mistress," Karen said, "and as soon
as Liz performs her magic, I'll be happy to help take care of Kevin's
'problem'."

"I'll remind Liz," Mistress Anne said, getting to her feet. Karen and I both
stood. Anne walked into the house. I was transfixed watching her move with her
catlike grace, her firm butt swaying slightly. "She's amazing, isn't she,"
Karen whispered in my ear. I hadn't realized that she moved next to me. She
ran her finger tips over my shaft and then taking hold of my cock, started
towards the house, pulling me as if I were on a leash.

She led me to my room only releasing me once we were inside. "Relax, shower;
supper is at eight o'clock. No need to dress," she said, "I'll see you
downstairs." Karen left and I noticed that my bag had been unpacked and my
clothes folded and in the dresser drawers.

There was a knock on the door. "Come in," I said, turning away from the
dresser. Liz came in pushing a small cart. The cart had a cup and saucer on
it, but also a small electric warming dish and several bottles of lotion and
oils. "Mr. Kevin," Liz said, "Please, drink this tea," handing me the cup and
saucer, "it will relax you while I remove that hair," glancing down at my
crotch. She wrinkled her nose. I took a long sip, as she spread a sheet on the
bed. The warmth of the tea seemed to embrace me. I took another sip and set it
on the night stand. "Please, lie on the sheet," Liz said. I took a final long
sip of tea and lay down.

"Hmm," I said as Liz busied herself applying warm wax to the inside of my
thighs. "I will make this as painless as I can," she said, and tore the wax
away. "Was that alright, Mr. Kevin?" she asked. "Uh-huh," I murmured, I didn't
really feel any pain, only a sensation of warmth and perhaps a little
pressure. Fortunately I don't have a lot of body hair, but I had never trimmed
my pubic hair.

She smiled a gorgeous, bright smile. "Did you know that Mistress Anne made my
cock larger?" I asked. I think my words were slurred as I watched Liz busy
herself over my abdomen. She continued to smile as she worked. "Yes," she said
in her Jamaican accent, "I can tell. Do you like your new penis?" "Uh-huh," I
said, "but I never had complaints with my old penis." Liz laughed lightly, and
said, "You won't have complaints with this one either." We laughed together.

I wasn't aware of the passage of time, but Liz finally said, "There, done, now
you must rest, Mr. Kevin," and patted my genitals. I propped myself up on my
elbows and looked at my now hairless midsection. "Nice," I said as Liz
gathered her things and placed them on the cart. I lie back on the pillows and
instantly fell into a dreamless sleep.

"Kevin, Kevin," Karen said, shaking my shoulder, "you need to get ready for
dinner." I woke up and glanced at the bedside clock. I had slept for three
hours. "I need to shower," I said, groggily, swinging my legs from the bed.
"I'll see you downstairs," Karen said as I stood up, and left the room.

I arrived downstairs in the dining room shortly before eight o'clock. The
table could accommodate twelve, but was set for only three. Karen stood behind
a high backed chair along one side of the table. "Wait for Mistress Anne," she
said as I pulled the chair away from the table. I pushed it back in. Promptly
at eight, Mistress Anne came through the door. She moved with catlike grace,
perhaps a black panther on the prowl.

"Good evening Mistress Karen, Kevin," she said, "please, sit," and she pulled
her chair away from the head of the table.

Liz and Cedric brought in a platter with chicken breasts, bowls of rice and
vegetables. They sat them on the table and then left. 'More than enough for
three people,' I thought. "We raise our own chickens and grow our own
vegetables here," Mistress Anne said, "We're very self-reliant as Karen can
attest." Anne took three large chicken breasts platter and put them on her
plate and passed the platter to me. I took one and passed the platter to
Karen.

"Was Liz gentle with you," Anne asked as she ate, holding the breast between
her fingers, not bothering with utensils. "Yes, she was, mistress," I said, "I
barely knew that she was, ah, working on me." I wasn't quite sure how to
phrase what she had done. Mistress Anne laughed, and picked up her second
chicken breast having eaten all the meat from the first.

'She certainly has an appetite,' I thought as she tore meat from the bone with
her teeth. "Are you still planning to hold the ritual tomorrow night,
mistress," Karen asked. "Yes, for Margaret's sake. It will be good to get it
over with as soon as possible," Mistress Anne said, placing the bones of her
chicken on her plate, "did you tell Kevin about the ritual?" "No, mistress, I
wasn't sure you would want me to," Karen said.

"Nonsense," Mistress Anne said, picking up her third chicken breast. She
turned to me and said, "One of my followers cheated on his wife. Femdala
mandates that he must be punished," as she attacked her third chicken breast,
"Margaret, the man's wife, has asked that I show no mercy. This was not the
first time he has strayed." "What will happen to the man, mistress?" I asked,
as Mistress Anne began eating a fourth chicken breast. With barely a
hesitation, she said, "Femdala will speak to me. This man's fate rests in her
hands. Femdala is loving, but strict."

I was barely finished with my chicken and what few vegetables I had taken.
Anne ladled a large helping of vegetables on her plate. 'She has a big
appetite,' I thought, 'was that four or five chicken breasts she ate?'

"Come," she said to me, pushing her chair back from the table. Karen pushed
her chair back as well and stood. I was slower as I didn't know the protocol.
"Please, finish your meal, Mistress Karen," Anne said, "I have a busy day
tomorrow and am in need of sex." I looked from Anne to Karen and back to Anne,
not sure I had heard her right. "You do want to have sex with me, don't you,
Kevin?" Mistress Anne said, addressing me. "Y-yes," I said, stunned and she
held out a hand to me. I had never met anyone as direct as Mistress Anne. I
took her hand and she led me out of the dining room and upstairs. Rather than
going to the room I was in, she continued to lead me to the double doors at
the far end of the hall. 'Her bedroom,' I thought as she pushed the doors
open.

I quickly looked around the room, as she closed the doors behind us. The room
was dominated by a four poster king size bed with black satin sheets. On the
ceiling above the bed was mirrors. A large chest of drawers with a mirror
above it sat against one wall and next to that an armoire.

"I need to explain some things to you, Kevin," she said, turning to me, "As
you can see I'm extremely muscular, and not just muscular, but strong. I have
a heightened libido and require sex four or five times a day. I don't want to
hurt you, but I did want to warn you of the possibility. I owe that much to
Karen." There was a long pause and I finally said, "I understand, tell me,
just how strong are you?" "You'll see at the ritual tomorrow, but for now, I
want you to suck my clit, so I can reach my first climax," Anne said, "Get on
your knees and pleasure your mistress."

I didn't hesitate, but sunk to my knees in front of her, eye level with her
crotch. Julie, my ex, didn't like me to go down on her. I put my hands on the
back of Mistress Anne's monstrous thighs and gently touched the tip of my
tongue to her large clit. "Don't be afraid, baby," she said, "You won't hurt
me," and laughed. I sucked her clit between my lips and drew her into my
mouth. "Hmm," she moaned softly. I stroked her with my tongue as I held her
clit captive. "Hmm," she moaned again, "You do know how to please a woman."
'Did Karen tell her about us at the beach house?' I wondered.

My hands traveled up the back of her hard as granite thighs. I reached her
butt and, with my fingers, tried in vain to squeeze her glutes. "That's it,
baby, suck me," she said in barely a whisper. She placed one hand on the back
of my head holding me against her pussy. "Hmm," she hummed, "That's it.
Mistress Karen said you liked to suck pussy." 'So Karen had told Anne about
the times I went down on her,' I thought, 'well, that's alright, Anne is
right, I do like to suck pussy.'

Anne undulated her hips and with a shudder, ejaculated into my mouth. I nearly
gagged but managed to swallow her cum. "Hmm," she said, "that was good. Get on
the bed, baby." I was still gasping as I got to my feet and crawled onto her
bed.

Anne stood at the foot of the bed studying me, her hands on her hips. 'She is
the biggest, most powerful woman I've ever seen,' I thought, 'I can't believe
that I'm going to have sex with this Amazon.' She crossed her enormous arms
across her chest and her trapezius muscles flared. Tensing her abdominals, she
ran a well-manicured nail along her midline beginning at her sternum and down
to her navel. My gaze traveled even farther down to her pubis and her clit.
For a woman, her clit was nearly three inches in length and as big around as
my thumb. 'No normal woman,' I thought, 'that's for sure.'

Softly she said, "Thanks be to Goddess Femdala for giving me this body and the
powers that I have. Thank you for allowing me to enjoy the fruit of your womb
and the bounty you have provided," and then she continued in her native
Jamaican.

She studied me for a moment and knelt on the bed between my legs. 'A panther,'
I thought, 'a large cat,' as she crept forward. She grasped my cock and with
her tongue, ran it from the base of my shaft to its head. I stiffened and she
did it once more. As I lay there, I could almost swear that my erection got
even larger. Mistress Anne smiled at me and slowly straddled my pelvis with
her massive thighs.

"Don't be afraid, baby," she said, "Mistress Anne will do all of the work. All
of the heavy lifting," and she chuckled as she lowered herself onto my waiting
shaft. Looking up at her, her marvelous breasts jutting out from her chest, I
was amazed at the muscle control she had. I put a hand behind my head and bent
my head forward to watch her pussy engulf my shaft. Nearly half of my penis
had disappeared when I felt her abdominal and vaginal muscles tighten.

She rose up on her knees and I felt my butt lift from the bed, pulled upwards
by her vagina. She laughed and said, "Do you think you can escape my pussy?
Many men have tried and none have succeeded." "No, mistress," I said softly as
she held me aloft, "and I don't think I want to either." She laughed and said,
"Good."

After a minute, she lowered me back onto the bed. "I'm going to milk your
cock, now, Kevin, I need to climax once more," she said and began to
rhythmically ride my shaft. I don't know how I managed to not cum, but after
twenty minutes, panting she told me, "I'm going to cum." We climaxed together.

Later, lying in the crook of that huge arm, I said, "Mistress, may I ask you
something?" "Certainly, Kevin, anything," she said. "Are you having sex with
Karen?" I asked. She chuckled and said, "Yes, why?" "I was just curious," I
said, "she seemed different." "Perhaps she has changed; Femdala has made her
more aware, more self-assured," Anne said, "Femdala has opened Karen's eyes."

'This Amazon has certainly opened my eyes,' I thought as I once again fell
asleep.

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