Amator : The Next Generation, Seth's Children, pt. 3
J Pardo



Hi, it's me again, Eric. Don't you just love it when the underdog wins?
I cheered for Joey too. He and Liz are doing quite well in my time
period. Married to each other for a year, they are blissfully happy.
Liz was also happy to find out that Joey's short stature did not apply
to ALL parts of his body (hint, hint, nudge, nudge, say no more). If
only Amaseth's life with Mary was as carefree.  Her near-death
experience made Amaseth aware of his own puny existance. But I'm
getting ahead of myself...  The following contains sexual situations.

Amaseth's relation with Mary grew, as did her confidence. No longer did
she put herself down. She had a reason to live, although she knew what
she had within her might kill her. Still she never told Amaseth of her
ailment. "Hi, Mary", Amaseth said cheerfully. "Amas, what a pleasant
surprise!", she said grinning. They had arranged to meet here at this
time and she knew she could count on Amas like clockwork. They've been
seeing each other for the past two years. Recently, Amas noticed Mary
was more frail than usual.

"I hope your night was pleasant", Mary said. "It must have been I was
thinking about you", Amas said cleverly. "Flattery will get you
anywhere", Mary said flirtatiously. "I certainly hope so", Amas said
slyly. "I hardly know you, Amas, but I feel like I've known you all my
life. Tell me what I don't know", Mary inquired. "There's not much to
tell. My Mom and Dad are Seth and Liza Lewis. Dad is American by birth,
somewhere in the Midwest (he didn't like to talk about his childhood),
Mom is from Genoa, born and raised. She's got 8 sisters and 3 brothers.
She comes from a farm family -- I guess that's where I get my big
bones.", Amas explained.  Amaseth's parents never told him how they got
to be so strong. All they said was Dr. Amator really helped them reach
their potential. "My sister and I both grew up strong. I guess we were
unable to control our strength when we were young, so we were
homeschooled. This is our first "real" school. I'm glad I came,
otherwise I woouldn't have met you", Amas said with happiness. Amas was
really smitten with Mary. Her frail beauty contrasted with his own
muscularity. Mary was in such turmoil. "I love him, but I can't love
him. I don't want him hurt He doesn't deserve that", Mary thought.
"Amas, we must stop seeing each other", Mary said crying. "Why, Mary? I
thought you liked me", Amas responded with sorrow. "I need to go away
for awhile, my dad's going on assignment in France and he wants me to
go with him", Mary lied. Truthfully, Mary was going to the hospital
where radiation treatments could start. Her cancer had spread. The
doctors thought they had caught it in time and that radiation should
stabilize it, if not eradicate it. "So, you'll be back", Amas said with
expectation. "Possibly, but I'm not sure when", Mary said. "Then I'll
wait for you. I've never told you before but I love you", Amas
confessed. "You can't love me", Mary said in grief, "just get on with
your life." Mary ran away crying. Amas stood back in disbelief. There
was someone he cared about deeply running away, and he was helpless to
stop her.

Six months passed and still no word from Mary.  Amas was about to give
up hope when he overheard someone in a pharmacy. "How's your daughter,
Mr. Del Toro?  Is the cancer in remission?", the pharmacist asked. "We
had great hopes. She was doing so well for 4 months, but the cancer
came back with a vengenous. Now, with the chemo she's sick all the
time, and we can't get her to stop crying. If only I knew what could
make her happy", Mr. Del Toro said with a sigh. "So THAT's it!", Amas
thought, "that's why Mary wanted to go away. She needed to be treated
for cancer, and she didn't want me to know. Well, she's not getting rid
of me that easily."  Amas followed Mr. Del Toro out to his car, then he
quickly ran to his bike. Mr. Del Toro made several stops before heading
home, and Amas was right on his tail. As Mr. Del Toro drove into his
garage, Amas rode on, he'd be back that night. Amas waited behind a
tree  not knowing which window was Mary's. Finally he saw her. She
looked very sick with only wisps of hair atop her once lovely head. She
was on the second floor. Somehow he must see her. Mary was very hot.
The chemicals inside her attacking the cancer also attacked her major
organs. She couldn't regulate her temperature, so she was hot one
minute and cold the next. She barely had the strength to open the
window before she collapsed into bed. Silently Amas reached the second
floor and opened her window. Mary saw a shadow but was too weak to
scream. "Hi, Mary", Amas said with a soothing voice. Mary was at once
pleased and upset. Pleased that she would see her Amas against, but
upset that he would see her like this. "Amas", Mary said weakly, "why
have you come?" "Mary, Mary", Amas said trying to comfort her, "do you
think I'd stay away if I knew you were sick? Why didn't you tell me?"
Mary cried, "I didn't want to hurt you, Amas. I'm dying", Mary said
weeping gently. "You can't die", Amas said boldly, "I won't let you."
"You can't stop death, my sweet, I only regret that we didn't have a
chance to love", Mary said with passion. "Then let's take that chance",
Amas said. At 16, Amas made the most important decision of his life, he
dedicated his life to loving Mary, no matter how much time she had
left. He picked Mary up slowly, she protested "my hair, I'm so ugly",
Mary complained. "I thought we agreed that you wouldn't put yourself
down. Your hair is lovely. You are lovely", Amas said with compassion.
Mary wanted Amas so badly. She willed herself to have strength. "Take
me, Amas, love me", Mary commanded. Amas complied readily. He removed
her nightgown. Her thin breasts beckoning him. He removed his clothes
and gently started kissing her. Beginning with the top of her head, and
slowly coming down stopping to massage her breasts as she quietly
moaned. He continued down until he reached her nether lips. Gently he
licked, flicking his tongue into her vagina. the chemo had left her
dry, but he supplied the needed lubrication. Her soft moans became
quicker. He knew she was expending great amounts of energy for him. He
decided that he needed to give her what she desired now. His efforts
might kill her anytime. He entered her, shoving his 8 inch penis all
the way into her vagina and pumped immediately filling her with his
semen. She gasped. In her final last breaths she said, "at least I'll
die happy" and then she stopped breathing altogether. Amas noticed the
stillness. His dear, sweet, loving Mary had died. He stayed within her
for a few minutes, not wanting to let go. His semen silently went to
work. The strength-enhancing virus stored in his scrotum for many years
was potent. This was his parents' present to him. It made them strong,
and through them, he became strong. The virus had spread into her
ovaries and from her overies into her bloodstream. Amas didn't notice
the change, still caught up in his grief. Her heart started beating,
getting stronger by the second. Her breath returned, weak at first, but
filling her with life-giving oxygen.  She was aware of someone on her,
then she remembered Amas. He was unaware that she was awake. Her
muscles were stronger than they ever were in her life, she luxuriated
in the feel of them. With her ever increasing strength she decided to
make Amas aware of her existance, and contracted all her vaginal
muscles at once. Amas responded, "MY GOD!" feeling his trapped penis.
He thought that in death her vagina had suddenly contricted. Then he
felt his penis move. Mary was pumping it, milking it slowly to give him
the most pleasure. He looked up to see Mary smiling at him. "MARY!, I
thought you were dead", Amas said as he hugged her tightly. She
returned the hug enthusiastically, and contricting his penis more.
Amas' mind exploded with pleasure. "I was, but your love has brought me
back", Mary said with love. When she let go of his penis, he returned
the favor. "I love you", he said using his penis like a train piston,
"love you", pushing in, "love you", pulling out, he repeated this
twenty times until Mary was in orgasmic shock. He unloaded more cum
into her, causing her muscles to enlarge all the more. She now rivalled
his sister. Mary's biceps growing larger and more vascular. He felt her
pecs exploding, pushing out her ever expanding breasts until he had to
pull out before she bent him in half. "Thank you my love", Mary said
lovingly, "thanks for giving back my life and moreso." "My pleasure, my
darling", Amas replied.

Mary yelled downstairs, "Papa come quick!" Mr Del Toro thought his
daughter's life was ending. He ran upstairs followed by the rest of her
large family. Bursting through the door, he saw Mary under the sheets.
At least he thought it was Mary, her face resembled Mary, but she had
gotten much larger. "Papa, I'm cured", Mary shouted. "Mother of God,
Mary how did it happen?", Papa asked not believing what he was seeing.
"He did it!", Mary said pointing to Amas. Amas had tried to cover his
nakedness with a towel, and was partially successful. "We made love and
his miraculous semen healed me", Mary gushed. Papa looked at Mary, then
back to Amas. "Young man, what are your intentions?", Papa asked
sternly. "I intend to marry your daughter as soon as we're old enough",
Amas said proudly. Mary grinned and nodded. "Alright then, and get some
clothes on", Papa said and then let out a large happy belly laugh. The
rest of the family laugh until they cried. Mary was back, healthy and
in love with a strong, decent (once he gets his clothes on) man. They
all went downstairs leaving Mary and Amas to get dressed. Amas lent
Mary his shirt, and she wrapped the sheet around her like a dress. It
would have to do until she got a new wardrobe. Then they went
downstairs hand in hand to eat the food intended for after her funeral
service. "Wait until Mom and Dad hear about this!", Amas thought,
"won't they be surprised." and grinned broadly.

This concludes Amator : The Next Generation, Seth's Children. tune in
next week to read Amator : The Next Generation, Teresa's Return

J Pardo
libguy3@yahoo.com