Herma wants more

Herma flips you onto your stomach, and you feel her strong hands massaging your back and ass, kneading your muscles and eliciting a mix of pain and pleasure. Despite your exhaustion, your body responds to her touch, and you feel your cock beginning to stir again.

"Good boy," Herma murmurs, running her hands down your thighs and back up to your ass. She spreads your cheeks and leans down, her tongue flicking against your hole. You gasp in surprise, but she holds you firmly in place, her tongue probing and exploring.

As Herma rims you, Hera and Sandra approach, their eyes gleaming with lust. They lie down on either side of you, their hands roaming your body, touching and caressing every inch of your skin. You're overwhelmed by the sensation of their hands and Herma's tongue, your body on fire with need and desire.

Hera leans in and kisses you, her tongue slipping into your mouth and tangling with yours. Sandra's hand wraps around your cock, stroking you slowly and gently, coaxing you back to full hardness.

Herma lifts her head, her lips glistening with saliva. "I think he's ready for us," she says, her voice husky with desire. She lies down on her back and pulls you on top of her, your cock sliding easily into her wet pussy.

Hera and Sandra position themselves on either side of Herma, their legs spread wide, inviting you to touch them. You reach out, your hands finding their pussies, your fingers slipping inside them. They moan in unison, their hips bucking against your hands.

You begin to move inside Herma, your hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. She matches your pace, her hips moving in sync with yours. Hera and Sandra grind against your hands, their breath coming in quick gasps.

The room is filled with the sound of your bodies coming together, the wet slap of flesh against flesh, the moans and cries of pleasure. You're lost in a haze of sensation, your body on fire, your mind blank except for the primal need to fuck and be fucked.

Herma's nails dig into your back, her body tensing beneath you. "Fuck me harder," she growls, and you obey, your hips moving faster, your cock pounding into her. Hera and Sandra's hands find your ass, their fingers digging into your flesh, urging you on.

Herma comes with a roar, her body convulsing beneath you, her pussy clenching around your cock. You follow her over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you like a wildfire, leaving you gasping and shaking in its wake.

You collapse on top of Herma, your body slick with sweat, your muscles trembling with exhaustion. Hera and Sandra continue to touch you, their hands gentle and soothing, stroking your back and hair, murmuring soft words of praise and approval.

As you lie there, surrounded by these powerful, sexy women, you realize that despite the pain and exhaustion, you've never felt more alive, more desired, more complete. You know that you'll never forget this night, this experience, these women. And as you drift off to sleep, cradled in their arms, you know that you'll never be the same again.

You wake up to the sound of voices and the smell of coffee. You open your eyes to see Herma, Hera, Sandra, and Sarah sitting around the small table in the kitchen, talking and laughing softly. They're all dressed in casual clothes, their hair wet from recent showers.

Herma notices that you're awake and smiles at you. "Morning, sunshine," she says, her voice surprisingly gentle. "How are you feeling?"

You sit up slowly, taking stock of your body. You're sore, especially your groin and ass, but not as badly as you expected. You're also surprisingly well-rested, considering the events of the night before.

"I'm okay," you say, your voice hoarse. "A little sore, but not too bad."

Herma nods. "Good. We went a little easy on you, considering it was your first time and all. You did well, though. We're impressed."

You blush at the praise, feeling a warm glow of pride in your chest.

Hera stands up and walks over to you, holding out a mug of coffee. "Here, this should help," she says, her eyes soft with concern.

You take the mug from her, your fingers brushing against hers. You feel a spark of desire at the touch, and you're amazed at your body's ability to recover so quickly.

Sandra looks at her watch and sighs. "I hate to break up the party, but we've got to get going. We've all got stuff to do today."

Herma nods in agreement. "Yeah, and we should get you back to Sally and the others. They're probably worried about you."

You feel a pang of guilt at the mention of Sally and the others. You'd completely forgotten about them in the heat of the moment. You wonder what they'll think of you, if they'll be angry or disappointed.

As if sensing your thoughts, Sarah speaks up. "Don't worry about them. They knew what they were getting into when they made that bet. They'll be fine."

You nod, feeling reassured. You stand up and begin to gather your clothes, which have been washed and folded neatly on a chair nearby. As you dress, the girls chat amongst themselves, making plans for the day, discussing upcoming competitions and other mundane topics. It's strange to hear them talk about such normal things after the intense, otherworldly experience of the night before.

Once you're dressed, Herma leads you out of the apartment and back onto the streets of Amazonia. The city is bustling with activity, women of all ages and backgrounds going about their daily business. You notice a few men here and there, but they're greatly outnumbered by the women. You wonder what it would be like to live in a world like this, where women hold all the power and men are little more than playthings.

As you walk, Herma talks to you about the history of Amazonia, how it was founded by a group of women who were tired of living in a world dominated by men. They wanted to create a society where women could live freely and safely, without fear of **** or oppression. Over time, Amazonia grew and flourished, becoming a beacon of hope and empowerment for women all over the world.

You listen intently, fascinated by the story of this unique and powerful city. You can't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for the women who built it, who fought for their freedom and their right to live on their own terms.

Eventually, you arrive back at the skate park, where Sally, Buffy, Gwen, and Kia are waiting for you. They look tired and worried, but their faces light up with relief when they see you.

Sally runs up to you and throws her arms around you, hugging you tightly. "Thank god you're okay," she says, her voice muffled against your chest. "We were so worried about you."

You hug her back, feeling a warm sense of affection and gratitude towards her. "I'm okay," you say, "Really. They took good care of me."

Sally pulls back and looks at you, her eyes searching your face. "Are you sure? They didn't hurt you or anything?"

You shake your head. "No, they didn't. I'm just a little sore, that's all."

Sally nods, looking relieved. "Good. I'm glad you're okay."

Herma steps forward and clears her throat. "Well, it's been fun, but we've got to get going. Thanks for the bet, Sally. Maybe we'll do it again sometime."

Sally smirks at her. "Yeah, maybe. But next time, we'll be the ones taking your man home."

Herma laughs. "We'll see about that. Take care, ladies. And take good care of your boy here. He's a keeper."

With that, Herma and the other Iron Maidens turn and walk away, leaving you alone with Sally and the others.

Sally turns to you, her expression serious. "So, what happened? What did they do to you?"

You take a deep breath, preparing to tell them everything. But as you look into their concerned, caring faces, you realize that you don't want to share the details of your experience with them. You don't want to tarnish the memory of what happened, the intensity and the passion and the connection you felt with those women. You don't want to reduce it to a mere story, a tale to be told and retold for their amusement.

So instead, you simply smile and say, "It was an adventure. One that I'll never forget."

And with that, you leave the skate park behind, ready to face whatever comes next in this strange and wonderful new world.