The Great Escape Chapter 4, Part 6 of 6

The Great Escape
Chapter 4, Part 6 of 6

"All right, then," he said at last. "I agree."

"Darling, that's wonderful! Let's go back to camp and tell Mirselene!"

"No, let's stay here and make love. Remember my aching balls!"

She laughed. "Don't worry, one way or another, you'll get your relief, but it wouldn't be fair on everyone else for us to have sex before Mirselene has made her announcement at tonight's feast."

"You Woodlanders have bizarre customs," he said. "However, I will abide by the rules for your sake. You understand what I'm saying, don't you?"

"I hope so," she said, kneeling in front of him to kiss him again before insisting they return to the camp, inform Mirselene, and prepare for the feast. As the ache in his balls would only get worse if they made out more, Ezra complied.

Mirselene saw them from her seat on the dais as they emerged from the trees. She looked at them with a fondness that turned to delight when they came straight over to her, and Annela said there was something they had to announce.

"Come into my hut. We can be private," Mirselene invited.

In the hut, Annela said, "Madam, we have good news."

"Excellent. Well done, child."

She turned to Ezra to address him formally:

"Ezra Goldrick. I have to ask you some questions."

He nodded.

"Will you take all the fertile Woodlanders as bedmates and try to conceive children with them?

Will you stay with the Woodlanders until all those who can conceive have done so? Will you perform your share of the chores the tribe requires?"

"I will," he replied.

"Good. I will announce tonight's feast."

Contented and relieved for her tribe, Mirselene sent them away.

Ezra went to find Tamar and Wildchild, who were now utterly inseparable from Carlin and usually accompanied by Pepi when in the camp. He liked to know what the girls had been doing each day. They had helped Sharne and Dagma cut saplings and strip bark. Tomorrow, they would tie the stakes together for fencing and awnings. Also, Sharne had given a full-sized bow to Wildchild and made her an arm-strap, to stop the recoiling string hitting her near the elbow. Wildchild had a large bruise there, which Sharne had noticed. Typically, Wildchild had not complained, though it must have been painful.

Wildchild and Carlin went to practice archery while Ezra stayed with Tamar and Pepi. He helped Tamar with the obscure words in the history book while Pepi sat on his lap and read about farm animals until it was time to go and bathe in preparation for the feast.

When Annela went to the river she struggled not to share her secret with the other women. As usual, she brought back a bucket of water so Ezra could wash in her hut after she had dressed and gone to help with the feast.

There was happiness that night but no great sense of expectation. Annela and Ezra sat together but did not speak much. They mostly looked down. Seeing this, Parvinder and Casti shared a conspiratorial nod, but no one else seemed to notice.

Soon after the Woodlanders had finished eating, Mirselene stood up and tapped her plate with her spoon to demand silence.

"Ladies," she said, "I have excellent news for you: Ezra has agreed to become a Woodlander.

Our rules allow everyone a say on who can join the tribe, so before we decide, I'd like to give you my reason for approving his adoption. ... Ezra has agreed to take every fertile Woodlander in turn as his bedmate!"

She allowed some minutes for discussion, which sounded like general approval. When the commotion died down, she continued:

"I'd also like to invite Wildchild and Tamar to join our tribe."

The same approving hubbub rose.

"Ladies, take your time to discuss your decisions, then I will ask for your votes."

The discussion started in earnest. No one stood up to address the whole tribe, but small conclaves of women established themselves, particularly mothers conferring with their daughters. Parvinder spoke passionately to Dipti while Casti quietly listened to Urulla, holding her hand. Mirselene smiled encouragement at her daughter, Dagma, who remained stony-faced. Lenta and Sharne whispered together, with Lenta nodding often. Some of the Woodlanders then conferred with each other. The three adolescent girls watched all this with wide-eyed interest.

Eventually, Mirselene decided there had been enough discussion, and it was time to decide.

"Raise your hands all those in favor of Ezra joining the tribe," she ordered.

A forest of hands went up.

"All those against raise your hands."

There was no visible dissent.

"All those favoring adopting Wildchild and Tamar into the tribe?"

At least the same number of hands were raised.

"Against?"

As no hands were seen, Mirselene addressed the girls:

"Wildchild, Tamar, would you like to join us?"

The girls whispered briefly, and then Tamar said, "We would like to join you, but we also want to go to the White Mountains."

"You are free to stay as long as you like and to come back whenever you like. We will always help you as much as possible," Mirselene assured them.

"Then we accept, thank you."

"Good! The decision is made: we all welcome Tamar, Wildchild, and Ezra to the tribe!"

A cheer reverberated from the huts to the trees, followed by the demand for a speech. The demand persisted until Ezra reluctantly stood up. He beckoned to Wildchild and Tamar, who came and stood by him. Tamar said something to Ezra, and he nodded.

"Madam," he said, addressing Mirselene in her seat of honor on the dais. "Ladies," he bowed to the Woodlanders seated around the campfire. Wildchild, Tamar, and I are honored to be adopted into the tribe. We have been touched by your kindness and generosity, which we hope we can repay in the future."

There was a cheer for this speech. Wildchild and Tamar sat down.

"As for me," Ezra continued, "I want to tell my future bedmates how happily I look forward to performing my duty. I take on the task willingly. I say this for my benefit. It would be best if you didn't think I feel it as an obligation rather than a delight. I think all the Woodlanders are beautiful and sexy, so it will be my most profound pleasure to try to get as many of you pregnant as I can."

This short speech, pompous but sincere, was welcomed with a lusty cheer by the younger Woodlanders, flattered to be thought desirable by the only man on the planet. The older women enjoyed it, too, some making vulgar comments about Ezra's capacity to satisfy so many eager women.

Mirselene beckoned the three new tribe members to her seat and welcomed them with kisses.

Then, the other Woodlanders greeted Ezra and the girls. There was general joy, and everyone thought the ceremony was over, but Mirselene stood and demanded silence again.

"Ladies, you all agree to be Ezra's bedmates." There was silence, which Mirselene took as consent. "So it's time to assign Ezra's first bedmate."

By this time, Annela had returned to Ezra's side and held his hand tightly as she waited expectantly, but Ezra was outraged.

"What does she mean?" he whispered to Annela. "I agreed to have sex with all the young Woodlanders, but I agreed only for your sake. I had no idea I would be told in what order."

"Shush!" Annela said, "It's how we have to do things, to avoid jealousy."

Ezra was not mollified but had given his word and would do his duty. After all the build-up, however, assigning Ezra's first official bedmate was abrupt and unceremonious. Mirselene turned to Annela and asked:

"When did your last period end, child?"

"Six days ago, Madam."

"Good, then it's perfect timing. You and Ezra are bedmates this month. We all hope your mating will be fruitful."

There was a final cheer. Drums were brought out, which Sharne and Erin played while all the younger women danced and the older women clapped. In the middle of the dancing, Ezra and Annela slipped quietly away. Not long afterward, the cold wind announced the arrival of the night rain.

As Mirselene ordered the drums put away and the feast broke up, Ezra and Annela were kissing madly in her hut: she, from the joy of anticipation, he from relief that it was Annela and not someone else.

It was mostly dark in the hut, but flickers from the campfire infiltrated through gaps between the slats, casting deep-red shadows on the bed and Annela's long hair.

She sat on his lap on the chair and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Now she didn't mind him putting his hand under her shirt to cup a tit. It made her hum in her throat and lean more into him, arching her back. He brushed his thumb and forefinger over the pert, upturned nipple, feeling it grow hard.

He wanted to suck her tits now, God! he wanted to fuck her hard, but, despite the ache in his balls, Ezra was slow and gentle, taking his lead from her, not wanting to do anything to put her off.

It was all so different here in the tropical forest on Samothea, where the Woodlanders made love with teasing caresses, gentle strokes of the fingers, a light touch of the lips, or a faint blow of warm breath on the neck. It built up arousal slowly. It was loving, but it was also frustrating.

Annela liked the warmth of his hand on her tit. She wanted more contact and leaned back to slip off her shirt. She undid his shirt slowly, loosening the sling on his arm and tying it back up afterward. Then she leaned her body against his, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers.

The patter of the night rain began now, heralding a drop in temperature and dowsing the campfire. However, the hut's air would stay warm, heated by their two passionate bodies.

She put her fingers in his chest chair while they kissed. It still fascinated her.

Ezra roamed his excellent hand from her neck down to her buttocks and back to her tits, stroking her soft skin with his fingertips, then caressing lightly with his hand flat on her waist or back, returning to her tits, constantly her tits.

She broke the kiss to put her lips on his neck and gently kiss along his collarbone, from one shoulder to the other, while he lightly brushed her hair off her back and ran a gentle thumb up her spine. She liked it when he slipped his hand under the band of her skirt to rub her bottom and got up to take the skirt off.

She sat back on his lap to kiss him on the mouth again and squirmed prettily as he caressed her buttocks. He pulled away to kiss along her jaw to her neck and then down her throat and back up to her mouth again. He was working toward her tits, but slowly, approaching and retreating, savoring the aroma of her warm skin, flicking a line with his tongue from the bottom of her neck to the middle of her chest and along her ribs.

She pushed her chest toward his face, but he refused the offer and kissed around her breasts again, tantalizing her as much as she had tormented him. Their breaths, in unison, were deep and heavy. She turned to sit with her legs astride his, her thighs wide open, her body inviting him in.

"Oh, God, Ezra! Suck my tits!"

He didn't answer but just continued kissing her ribs and shoulders, avoiding her delicious mounds and building her tension.

Ezra put his fingers tentatively in her armpit to feel the hair there. He had already seen most of the Woodlanders naked and knew they didn't shave anywhere. He quite liked a hairy pussy but hairy armpits and legs were things no one ever saw on an Earthwoman. The silky thatch under her arm was softer than he expected and more sensitive. Annela enjoyed being stroked there, and the more he stroked, the more erotic it felt. Perhaps he could get used to hairy armpits, he thought, but he was sure he would never want to run his tongue along a hairy shin.

All the gentle fondling and teasing firmly turned on Annela. She wanted more and again tried to push her chest into Ezra's face. Now, at last, he accepted the invitation and tasted her tits, licking round her left nipple and then engulfing the whole breast with a hard suction. She gasped. Her tits were small and suckable, with nipples sensitive enough for her to adore being sucked - feeling it in the breast itself and the small of her back - but not so sensitive that it hurt. This suited Ezra perfectly. He loved sucking tits more than almost anything else.

While he adored her breasts, the rain began to fall as hail, rattling on the hut roof, drowning out Annela's gasps and moans, which were frequent now that his hand was on her pussy, rubbing, exploring, playing hunt-the-clitoris in the thick mat of her pubic hair. He gently ran his fingers through the down, studying her mound, resting his hand on the flat of her stomach, lightly brushing his fingers over her clit.

She breathed in gasps, her eyes shut tight, her head back, rocking her pelvis to a rhythm of her own. The air was becoming imbued with the scent of arousal, and his cock was hard and straining. It was time to concentrate on her bottom half.

He stopped sucking and fondling. It took her a second to come back down to Earth and respond.

"What's wrong, Ezra?"

"Nothing, darling. Let's use the bed."

Holding his hand, she got off and led him to the bed. She lay on her back and tugged on his arm to follow her, but he stayed by the side of the bed.

"Lie across it, darling," he said, pulling her around so her legs were facing him.

"Spread your legs."

She spread them wide on the edge of the bed and held her breath in anticipation. Ezra knelt and began to kiss her belly, working his way slowly down her body to her right thigh, then kissed up her leg. She put her hands in his hair.

He kissed the back of her knee and down the inside of her thigh, tracing a thin avenue of hairs to the edge of her pelvis, then around the top of her pussy, and up the other leg. As he kissed her knee, he caressed the hairs around her outer lips and ran a fingertip softly up the line between her thigh and pelvis. He kissed back down her thigh and sank his tongue into the same gap on her left side. She squirmed. It half tickled her, and half turned her on. He did it again. Now, it was more turn-on than tickle. At the third time, she let go of his head, grabbed hold of the mattress, and hooked her legs over his shoulders.

He took the hint and went for her clitoris, flicking it lightly with the tip of his tongue at first, then, as she pushed her pelvis into his face, wanting more, he basted it in long, sensual strokes.

She arched her back and hummed deep in her throat. He couldn't hear her hum over the hail clatter, but his hand caressing her waist felt her stomach muscles bunch and relax.

He licked a pattern on her clitoris: the alphabet first, then the prime numbers until he lost count and started the alphabet again. Annela was in ecstasy. She had a couple of little climaxes while he worked on her clit, and now she was building a nice big orgasm steadily.

He pushed a finger into her vulva and spread her inner lips, stopping at the entrance to her vagina. She was sopping wet and eager for penetration, but language eluded her. He still worked on her clitoris and tantalized her with strokes of his fingertips along the labia, pushing down on the perineum. She was rocking her pelvis again now, a steady motion that meant,

'Fuck me, please!'

Ezra pushed his finger into her vagina now and felt around, exploring, finding her g-spot for later reference, then moving downward to stretch the muscle and find the back of her anus from the inside. No one had ever done that to her before. It wasn't unpleasant. He did it again, and her reaction showed that she liked it. Her legs were still over his shoulder. She pulled him hard toward her, and he responded by keeping the pressure of his finger in the bottom of her vagina and sucking her clitoris into his mouth.

She had another small climax - tantalizing because she wanted a big orgasm, which Ezra was denying her. His next move made her shake with pleasure. He turned his finger upward in her vagina, found the soft spongy organ, and pushed his finger flat against it. Then he made a strong suction with his mouth on her whole vagina, causing a vacuum inside, and swiftly pulled his finger away from her g-spot, making it swell and become sensitive. He did it again and again, building her up. At the sixth time, she gasped, stretched out her arms, slapped them flat on the bed, and cried out:

"Oh! God, Ezra, now, please now!"

He turned up his fingertip to catch her g-spot and flicked over it again and again in a come-hither motion. She came in seconds. Her back arched, and she screamed. The wall muscles of her tight vagina squeezed his finger in fierce waves, and he slowly removed it and used his hand to rub her vulva as she relaxed from her spasm. She hugged him tightly as she recovered.

She lay back with a smile of contentment, but it was too dark for him to see. Though the hail was slowing, she had to talk loudly for him to hear.

"You're a wonderful lover, darling," she said.

"You're pretty wonderful, yourself."

"No one has ever done that to me before!"

"I'll do it again if you want and whenever you ask me to. I want to do everything with you - everything I've ever learned about or dreamed about. Anything that will give you pleasure."

"Oh, God! Ezra, I want all that and to please you, too!"

"I know you do. Are you ready for more?"

"Yes, but it's your turn now." There was a little apprehension in her voice but even more eager lust.

He fiddled with his trousers and managed to step out of them despite his hard, straining cock.

He reached out his hand to find her. She was lying full length on the bed. He got onto the bed beside her and lay on his back.

"You go on top," he said.

"Show me."

He held her by the waist to guide her.

"Climb over and kneel astride me."

She did so and was now sitting on his chest.

"Now shuffle backward."

As she did so, her wet pussy rubbed along the top of his shaft.

"Ooh!" she exclaimed, enjoying the sensation. "Can I touch it?"

"Of course."

She shuffled further back until she was over his legs and then put her fingers lightly on his
cock, feeling the head and the shaft.

"You can be firmer than that, Annela. Put your hand around it."

She did so. It was warm and quite stiff, but the skin was soft, and she could move it up and down the shaft. The shape was odd, a bit like a mushroom with a slit in it at the end of a long stalk.

"Can I touch your balls?"

"Yes, if you are gentle."

They felt odd. The hair on the sack was wiry, and the balls inside were heavy, like stones. She wanted to squeeze them to see if they were soft or hard, but Ezra called out, "Careful, darling," when she took them in her fingers, so she went back to holding his cock.

"Tell me what to do with it."

"I'll show you the motion, but don't do it too much because I won't be able to hold off coming for long."

He put his hand over hers, squeezed it so that she gripped him firmly (much firmer than she thought he would like), and showed her how to wank him. His cock had softened a little in the ten minutes since he had been fingering her, and she enjoyed feeling the blood surge back into it and the cock get stiffer and more considerable. She liked the idea that she had that much control over Ezra's arousal, even more if she could bring him to orgasm as quickly as he said.

He was breathing heavily now, his legs spread a little, his lousy arm on his chest. He tried to reach for her pussy, but the angle was wrong. He settled for rubbing a breast. She was masturbating him slowly and gently, but it was working him up, and when he was on the plateau, he said: "It's time."

She understood. As she let go of his cock, she bent over and gave it a small kiss on the tip.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, darling," she said.

"Here, kiss me."

She pushed herself up his body and found his lips. They kissed deeply. She broke off to say

"Now," with determination, and shuffled backward until she felt his stiff cock against her bottom.

She raised herself and leveled her pussy with his pelvis.

"Is this right?"

"Use your hand to guide my cock. Pull it more upright."

She did so and lowered herself bottom first, meeting his cockhead with the top of her vulva.

She angled her body a little further upright and sank lower, engulfing the head in her pussy. It slid in much more quickly than she expected.

She lowered a little further, and his cock was at the entrance to her vagina. She pushed down further and gasped. His cock was now penetrating her. It was tight, painful, and pleasurable, which she greatly wanted. She waited a moment. She was soaking wet down there. The problem was the stretch, not the friction. She lowered herself more. Now, there was more pleasure than pain. It felt good. Another couple of inches, and she was almost there.

"Pull up, darling, then back down again."

She raised herself a little and then lowered again, slowly.

"That's right, darling," he said. "That's the motion. Keep that up."

Encouraged, she raised and lowered her pelvis, enveloping more of his cock each time until it was in. She breathed out heavily, thinking, "How odd that I like this" because, though there was pain mingled with pleasure, it was a gorgeous sensation.

Now she was fucking him in earnest, riding his cock in long, slow sensual movements, her hands on his chest, her hair falling onto his face like a curtain. His groans every time she came down on his cock were lovely to hear.

He pulled her down for a kiss. Now, all her movement had to be with her pelvis. She adapted quickly, liking the position, which gave her entire body contact. She liked it just as much when he pushed her up a little so he could suck a tit while she rode him. He sucked one tit hard, and when he let it go, she turned her chest to offer him the other to suck.

Ezra was in heaven now. His cock was being massaged by Annela's tight pussy and his mouth was full of tit. Nothing for him could be more erotic. He couldn't last much longer and hoped she was near coming herself.

She was. His cock was sometimes uncomfortable in her vagina and sometimes pleasant but always arousing. Its delicious rubbing built her toward another orgasm. She was almost there.

He let go of her tit and lay back, breathing heavily, trying not to come before she did, but her thrusting was irresistible.

The first shocks of her climax approached. She felt the orgasm start in her pussy and spread over her belly up to her throat. Her legs and arms tingled. Just then, Ezra reached up and squeezed a nipple. The effect was electric on her pussy, and she came immediately, rolling her eyes back in her head, her thighs juddering. Soon, she started thrusting again and squeezed out another orgasm before Ezra could hold out no longer. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head down for a kiss, and then, with an animal grunt, he ejaculated up into her, a surging climax dragged out to the end by their last few thrusts together.

She lay on him exhausted, his spent cock softening in her pussy, her head on his chest, holding each other tight as the last embers of their mutual spasms receded.

"You were amazing, darling," he said when he could speak at last.

She raised her head enough to kiss him and then rested it again on his chest. She wanted to lie to him forever and never move.

It was the fulfillment of two days' frustration and a genuine act of love. They didn't think of it as a historic event - possibly the first sex between a man and a woman on Samothea for fifty years - but they knew it was one of the most significant events in either of their lives. As they went to sleep, it was beautiful to think that they might have just begun to repopulate a dying planet.



To be continued