The Great Escape Chapter 6, Part 1 of 6

The Great Escape
Chapter 6, Part 1 of 6

Sharne and Ezra were alone in the forest.

It was a sultry, windless afternoon. The sky was cloudless but more yellow than blue. The chattering birds were quieter than usual. There was tension in the air. On the hot afternoon, they had an electric charge that only a storm would relieve.

It was the end of their first week together, and Ezra was doing his sexual duty conscientiously and with great pleasure every night and some mornings, but they had not yet spent time alone during the day because they always worked with Dagma. Today, however, Dagma had remained in the camp to attend to something her mother wanted.

They finished laying cut logs in a pile. Sharne bent down to collect her tools, and when she looked up, Ezra was gazing at her. Their eyes met, and she saw something in him she had not seen before but had been hoping to find. It was a look of raw sexual hunger.

She felt a constriction in her throat, and her mouth began to water. Her legs - her strong round legs - felt weak. She kept his gaze at first, soft brown eyes inviting the penetration of dark blue ones, and then she looked down. She felt rather than see him approach and drop her tools the moment he grabbed her by the waist. She curved into his body as he forced his mouth on hers.

His hands roamed over her pliant body as they kissed. He pushed up her shirt and felt a hardened nipple against the palm of his hand.

She lifted her arms to help him pull her shirt off, then sighed heavily when he planted his mouth on her tit. She held his head against her chest. He sucked greedily. His exploring hand pushed into her trousers and cupped her pussy, a finger lying along her moist slit. He began to rub a circle on her vulva, and her knees went weak again.

She felt a contest in his body between the greedy lust that was pushing him to fuck her right now and a desire to take things as slowly as possible, to savor her body, to make her wait, even to beg for it.

They were lying on the floor, an impromptu bed made from her cloak and his clothes. She wriggled out of her trousers and spread her thighs.

He pulled her legs up and told her to hold them; then he went to work on her with his tongue, starting with pecking kisses and soft strokes with his fingers around her mound and along her thighs.

His licking was light and teasing, taking his time before targeting her clit, then moving to her labia and sucking on one side, then the other, stopping when she got too aroused. He licked gently along her slit or kissed the gap between her thighs and pussy, returning to her clit to build her tension again and moving off when she began to squirm.

On the sixth repeat, he pushed a forefinger into her vulva. She was wet and breathing heavily. He went further into her vagina and explored its ridges and tendons with a careful fingertip. That raised the tension for her too much. She was on the edge, but he could read her well by now. He removed his finger and stopped licking before her climax could begin.

In frustration, she gave a deep-throated, needy groan and lost hold of her legs. He waited for her to calm down, pushed her legs up, and began again. She crooked her elbows over the backs of her knees and held tightly. She was flexible, but it was a strain to keep the position when she wanted so much to be fucked. Beads of sweat grew on her forehead.

He lapped at her slit, spread her labia with two fingers, and pushed his tongue in. Her eyes were tight shut, and she moaned from the delicious heat in her pussy.

Again, he stopped as she approached a peak and left her squirming, wanting more. She held her breath and stopped herself speaking. She didn't want to beg to be finished off before he was ready.

He went down on her again and sucked her clitoris into his mouth, flicking it around with his tongue. It was complex and sensitive, so he went carefully.

He had one finger in her snatch. He pushed in another finger, spreading her wetness. Her pussy dripped over his fingers and down her smooth buttocks.

He rested his fingertips on her g-spot, put his mouth over the top of her pussy to make a suction, and did his unique trick. He gently pressed his fingers onto the rough spongy patch, sucked hard and released, sucked and released, making her coo and moan loudly every time.

Sharne's brain was too fogged with pleasure and frustrated desire to count how many times she had the unique sensation of having her sweet spot swell and pump with blood. This treatment brought her so close to a climax that she thought he must let her go over the next time, but he was on the watch for her spasm and, each time, pulled quickly away. Sharne let go her legs again and writhed in frustration.

This time, he pushed only one of her legs back up and lay on her.

"Oh, God!" she said. "Please, now!"

Ezra remained silent, but she saw him smile and regretted asking. Her left leg was stretched out and trapped under him. He had her right tit in one hand and, with his other hand, grabbed the soft curls of her hair and pulled her head back so he could kiss her neck.

He pushed the head of his cock into the entrance of her pussy. She sighed in relief, but he withdrew immediately and did it again. And again. And again. More teasing. More tension.

He put his left hand down to guide his cock, moving the tip up and down her slit, coating it with her buttery juices, and smearing it onto her clitoris.

He again pushed his cock an inch into her vagina and withdrew, repeating over and over. She couldn't move. She needed to do something. She wanted so much to fuck him, to suck his cock into her pussy and orgasm on it.

"Please, Ezra, please. Make me cum!"

"Say you're my sexy, beautiful woman."

He spoke gruffly, interspersed with grunts, as he pushed in another inch, withdrew, and held back until she spoke.

"Oh! God! Ezra, I'm your sexy, beautiful woman."

He thrust in. She moaned loudly. He pulled out again and stayed out.

"I'm going to make you wait," he said.

"Oh, God! It's not fair, please?"

"I'm using what's mine as I like."

He started fucking her again, penetrating an inch at a time and withdrawing. She was on the edge of cumming, but he was tormenting her, fucking her too slowly to bring her off.

"Oh, God! Please?" she begged again.

His slow thrusts went in and out all the way now. She struggled to move her pelvis, to increase the rhythm, but despite her strength, his weight was too much for her to get any movement. God! She wanted to be on top so she could bring them both off.

She had been in that position for too long. Sharne was flexible but no longer a young woman.

"Please, Ezra? My leg."

He understood and raised himself. She pushed her leg out and spread it wide to relieve the tensed muscles.

Now, she hoped, he would fuck her to the finish and make her cum. She tried to pull him down to kiss her, but he resisted. He pulled up her other leg instead and lay on her, like before, rebuilding the tension. He pushed his cock into her, just a little, and kept it there. She was about to moan, but it came out as a gasp as he sank in.

Still fucking her too slowly to bring her off straight away, he gradually picked up speed, finally allowing her to rise toward her climax. She put her arms around his neck, digging her nails into his shoulders. Now he pumped her hard, the strain in her leg giving her added sensation. He breathed heavily and gripped her tightly.

She felt the orgasm starting a long way off. It grew as if it were happening to someone else. Then she couldn't deny the heat in her pussy was her own. The warmth spread to her back. Her breath caught. Her nipples felt the strain.

As the spasm began, her eyes rolled up in her head, and her tongue popped out of the side of her mouth. Her muscles clenched his cock, and she cried out. Still, he rammed her. She convulsed again, moaning loudly.

Hot joy spread from her pussy along her belly to her throat. Her free leg shook. She slapped her hands onto the ground and tried to arch her back but was still trapped, able to respond to his thrusts only with spasms and moans.

A third climax engulfed her. Now, Ezra was close. He closed his eyes and put effort into the last dozen strokes. Sharne had another gasping orgasm, and, finally, he felt the joyful moment himself. He rammed hard into her one last time and pulsed his seed out in an extended, satisfying discharge.

Afterward, he released her leg but still lay on her, his cock soft in her pussy, stroking her, kissing her neck and shoulders, letting her ride the aftershocks of her nerve-shredding orgasms. She arched, and her legs shook again; then, she lay still, satiated, and silenced.

He rolled off her and lay on his back. They were both warm and relaxed and happy not to talk. He slipped his hand into hers, and they lay together under the sun. The tension was relieved - until the next time.

The following day, Ezra finished making the parts for the new crapper and dug the hole. Now, it needed to be assembled.

Sharne was keen to help with the construction, and Dagma surprised him by also volunteering to help. He thought she disliked him. She rarely spoke when they worked together, but she worked hard, and in a few hours, the three of them had fixed the frame together with pegs, maneuvered it over the pit, and attached the steps.

When it was ready, the whole tribe came to admire it, though they weren't entirely clear why they needed a new crapper. They were used to the smell of the old one, and going to the toilet had always been a communal activity; however, they understood they were of Ezra's peculiar need for privacy.

The new crapper took Woodlander culture into account; however, there were two single-seater cubicles with doors and an open four-seater bench between them so that customers could choose between privacy and company.

Trying out the new crapper in public was a very odd ceremony. The privacy of the closed cubicles was undermined by the presence of the entire tribe, who called encouragement to those who first mounted the steps to sit at a hole in a bench. Ezra almost laughed when the women cheered the plops of admirably significant contributions to the pit.

Despite its oddity, the new crapper quickly became popular. After a visit, there was a large pile of earth and ash to throw on the pit and a rake to smooth the surface. Everyone agreed that the new crapper smelled less than the old, so Ezra was encouraged to work on its roof for use during the night rain.

A day later, the roof was finished, and then Sharne, Dagma, and Ezra began to mend and improve every wooden structure that needed attention, from hut roofs to the benches around the campfire.

Dipti, Ezra's future bedmate, asked to have her bed strengthened. Again, Ezra admired the sexual honesty of the Woodlanders when she said to him, "Will you double up on the supports, please? It will need to be very strong."

Not everyone admired her openness.

"She can't wait to get her hands on him," Sharne whispered to Dagma. "You can almost smell her anticipation."

It was a moment of unusual bitchiness, which she regretted immediately. Luckily, no one else heard, and Dagma was like a locked safe for not passing on gossip.

The next big event was the monthly trade, in which Mirselene's order for a cow was placed and Cloner Tokens delivered. Casti represented the tribe and was pleased to report only a few minor price rises for the next three months and that no one asked why the Woodlanders were spending tokens on a cow rather than a new child.

When Ezra and Sharne had been bedmates for two weeks, anyone who could count knew that Sharne would begin to ovulate around this time.

Ezra didn't count, but he noticed how warm Sharne felt and that her vaginal fluid was thicker and more sticky than usual. The next few days were critical, and they had sex so often that Sharne imagined she squelched when she walked.

Annela had missed her period again and begun to hope correctly, but the only signs she might be pregnant were her heightened color and sparkling eyes. Nonetheless, Parvinder started to stockpile medicines and bandages. For the last time, she took her concerns to Mirselene, saying it would be safer for a pregnant woman to be at Cloner City, where they had more medical equipment. Mirselene was not swayed, however, replying that Annela was young and robust and that, as soon as the secret of Ezra was out, they would surely lose him forever.

Parvinder, therefore, took to whittling what she hoped would be unnecessary (and certainly unsanitary and painful) obstetric tools in case of complications.

Despite Ezra's best efforts, Sharne was less lucky than Annela this time. In the third week, her period came. She was disappointed, yet she knew Ezra had performed manfully. He intended to stay with her until the end of their allotted month, and she was happy at first that he visited. He was consistently kind and attentive to her, but by the third day, Sharne felt something odd, and she couldn't entirely communicate with him.

It was not about sex. Though she was just as horny now as before her period, she was also happy that Ezra had not asked her to suck his cock or wank him. She would have complied, but he was too understanding to ask. That wasn't very pleasant in itself.

His thoughtfulness in pretending he didn't want sex was particularly annoying to her that morning. She knew he was horny because she felt his erection prodding into her back when she woke.

The three woodcutters went to work that day in the orchard, thinning saplings. Dipti, Urulla, and Annela were already there, plucking fruit. Sharne called Annela over to talk privately while Dagma and Ezra prepared to begin work and the foragers moved on into the grove.

"Can you do me a favor, Annela?"

"Of course. What is it?"

"Take Ezra away and fuck his brains out."

Annela's eyes boggled.

"What? Why? ... er, What's going on, Sharne?"

"I need you to make Ezra happy while I'm temporarily disabled."

"Of course I will." She licked her lips. "But I don't understand. Please explain."

"It's Ezra. He's too damn kind and understanding. It's infuriating! I think he's even more upset than me about not conceiving this time and always asking me how I feel. This morning, when I told him I was fine, he hugged me and said, 'Sharne, I understand, you'll talk about it when you're ready.'"

Annela laughed out loud.

"It's your fault. When I explained about sexual relationships, all you and Urulla wanted to know was the mechanics of sex. I never got to tell you about the psychological peculiarities of Earthwomen."

"What are they?"

"Well, the significant one here is that when an Earthwoman says she's 'fine,' she never is, and a man risks a serious row if he can't discover what's wrong, which she refuses to say."

"That's daft!"

"It gets worse! If the man can't tell what's wrong, he has to guess, but if he shows he's only guessing and not knowing intuitively, then it's worse than not trying to understand."

"That's ridiculous! Why are Earthwomen like that?"

"This bit is unclear, but I think that Earthwomen fantasize about sexual relationships in which the partners are so finely attuned they can read each other's minds."

"Earthwomen believe in telepathy?"

"Only a kind of sexual communion. An Earthwoman seems to believe that if a man truly loves her, he'll instinctively know what she feels without being told, just as she thinks she instinctively knows what he feels without him saying so. The romantic ideal for Earthwomen is a sort of unspoken psychological unity."

"And what's the romantic ideal for Earthmen?"

"An easy life, I think, and lots of sex - so they try to guess the minds of women as best they can, hoping to be more right than wrong."

"I don't believe a word of it. I think Ezra's pulling your leg. Whenever he talks to me about women, he's never disparaging but shows how much he respects us. At least, he's always generous about our foibles and only critical of men. According to you, he thinks Earthwomen are irrational."

"All women are, sometimes. You know that. The same is true of men."

"So why do men and women bother living together at all: why not meet up just for sex?"

"Because men and women are irrational in different ways. They don't understand each other, which makes sexual relationships interesting. A little misunderstanding, even a little conflict, can be exciting."

"I think these are your words rather than Ezra's."

To be continued