The Great Escape Chapter 6, Part 5 of 6

The Great Escape
Chapter 6, Part 5 of 6

A good wash in the pool with three stark naked women, while other naked women stood on the bank, drying in the sun, put it in perspective for him, however, reminding him that Earth customs do not entirely belong on Samothea. If Annela, Sharne, and Urulla were happy for him to move on to Dipti, then there was no reason he could not look forward to it himself.

Back in their hut, an hour before the feast, Urulla prepared Dipti for her first night with Ezra.

The secret project the girls had been working on was crushing flowers and fruits to make perfume, which Urulla flicked from a bowl into Dipti's hair and applied with her finger to her neck, shoulders, underarms, and breasts. The girls had also boiled fruit juice to make a sweet, shiny syrup, which Urulla painted onto Dipti's lips, fingernails, and toes—plus other more intimate parts of her body for Ezra to discover later.

The feast was almost ready. Food was cooking, and dusk had fallen. Everyone was either cooking or seated, waiting to begin. Parvinder entered the hut. Dipti was still naked, and Parvinder could see the feast that awaited Ezra that night. She took her daughter's hands and kissed her forehead, a blessing and a wish for good luck.

"You look beautiful, Darling," she said.

"Thank you, Mummy," Dipti replied in a sweet, shy voice.

Urulla had spread the dress out on the bed. It was a white cotton chemise without arms tied around the chest. Saying, "Lift your arms," Parvinder and Urulla pulled the dress over the girl and dropped it down, tying it up just above her proud round breasts.

Parvinder lifted the dress further up her chest and closed the gap in front to hide her cleavage while Urulla tied a pale blue sash around the girl's waist.

Urulla then set a garland of flowers on Dipti's head and tied a single bracelet of colored stones around her left wrist. When she had strewn petals on the bed and the floor between the door and the bed, Urulla's preparations were complete. She gave Dipti a sign and left the hut.

Parvinder took a last look at her daughter and then went to her place at the feast, leaving Dipti in the hut and waiting for her cue.

The feast was underway, and Ezra could not remember a merrier evening—even the feast after the swan hunt had been more subdued because the hunters had been tired.

The chief cause of all the joy was Urulla, who was taking a platter around the cooks to collect portions of food, jollying everyone up with her enthusiasm and the look of excitement on her face. She gaily side-stepped all questions about what she and Dipti had been preparing, saying, "Just wait" and "Be patient; all will be revealed," but her sense of fun rubbed off on everyone and fed a general air of expectation.

Slipping back into the hut with a platter of food, Urulla kept up the suspense by not returning.

She and Dipti would eat their meal in private. This was a mystery, and the Woodlanders finished their platters quickly in the hope that it would shorten the wait.

Ezra was as caught up in the anticipation as everyone else, peeking at the entrance to Dipti's hut every so often in case she should appear. He finished his platter, and Pepi climbed onto his lap to be tickled, which was their ritual whenever he ate with Sharne.

"Hello, Lump," he said. "How bad have you been today?"

"Very bad!" she said and earned herself a tickle on her stomach.

"Very bad!" she exclaimed, earning another two tickles.

"Very, very, very, very ..." she squealed in delight as he tickled her continuously.

"How many very?" he asked, holding the laughing child to prevent her from falling off his lap.

"Ten!"

"Ten?" He began to tickle her again. She collapsed in laughter and squirmed in his lap, kicking
her legs.

"I think you're much worse than ten, terrible."

"A thousand bad!" she shouted.

"I'll run out of tickles."

"A million bad!" She laughed even harder.

"A million? No one that bad should get tickles. You should get a million spanks."

He turned her on her front and smacked her rump. This was even funnier. It sent her into hysterics. He spanked her once more before tickling her sides again. Her eyes streamed. She gulped vast breaths of air between fits of crying laughter.

Soon, however, her laughter was the only human noise in the camp. Night had fallen, and all was black beyond the huts, which glowed orange in the campfire's light. This was Urulla's cue.

She pushed aside the curtain door of the hut and stood at the entrance, a cloth bag around her waist. She waited for everyone to notice her, and whoever did go silent, waiting for the show to begin.

Hush swiftly fell upon the camp, except for Ezra and Pepi, enjoying their game.

Sharne tapped Ezra on the shoulder, and he woke up to what was happening. Clasping Pepi to his chest, he tried to calm the crazy girl, but she couldn't stop laughing.

"I believe this is yours," Ezra said, handing the squirming child to her mother.

"Thanks for winding her up for me, Ezra," she said, but her voice was more indulgent than critical. She took her daughter from him, saying, "Shush, Sweetie. Look, Dipti's about to appear."

Urulla stepped to one side and threw a handful of petals from her bag onto the ground at the hut's door. The fire's half-light created a chiaroscuro effect as Dipti stepped from the shadow and picked out her white dress in orange flame.

"Oh, my!" exclaimed Casti. Lenti clapped her hands together, and the other women sat and gazed.

Urulla threw another handful of petals, and Dipti took another step forward.

Her hair's garland of white petals looked like it had caught fire. The waterfall of black hair over her shoulders shimmered orange, yellow, and red as the flickers rebounded.

More petals and another step.

Now, the girl was visible herself, radiant and shining. Her brown skin reflected deep orange on her forehead, nose, sparkling black eyes, cheeks, shoulders, and - fascinating to Ezra - her breasts. Urulla had pulled her dress down a couple of inches and widened the V-shape to reveal a generous cleavage that disappeared into a purple shadow.

It was one more step to the bench, which Urulla strewed with her last handful of petals. Dipti sat down, and there was silence.

"Wonderful!" Mir Selene explained in her booming voice. "You look beautiful, child."

"Thank you, Madam."

"Well done as well, Urulla. That was a charming show. Now you all know the ritual. Let's wish Dipti and Ezra a fruitful month together. Ezra, if you please?"

He took his place next to Dipti, and the two shared a look of lust-filled anticipation. Ezra saw such a deep longing in the girl's eyes that he wanted to be alone with his voluptuous new bedmate as soon as possible.

The women crowded around them, wanting to smell Dipti's hair and look at the paint on her lips and nails. Eventually, Urulla took charge and shooed them away, saying it was time for the couple to be left alone.

This recalled Mirselene's leadenly responsibilities, though she had been as guilty as any in wanting to look Dipti over at close quarters.

"Ladies, bring out your drums. Let's have some dancing while there is still time."

There was maybe half an hour before the night rain. Sharne and Erin quickly brought out drums to play. Annela, Urulla, and Casti were the first to dance—after Pepi, of course, who had a special dispensation to stay up when there was music.

Five minutes into the dancing, Dipti signaled to Ezra that it was time they went. He needed no persuasion. He stopped her at the threshold of her hut, turned her around, and lifted her into his arms.

She squealed with delight and held on tight. He carried her up onto the platform and, careful not to bang her head on the doorpost, through the curtain into the hut.

Urulla, who saw this, smiled with satisfaction.

Still holding her in his arms, he bent his head and kissed her. She responded passionately, popping her tongue out to caress his. He tasted the cherry balm that was painted on her lips.

They kissed for some minutes, tongues intertwined. It was a profoundly satisfying kiss, a sign that there were no barriers between them, that he would give her everything she desired - and take everything he desired from her.

He placed her carefully on the bed and lay on her, holding her by the waist as they kissed.

When he began to massage her breasts, however, Dipti decided it was time to take off her dress. Clothes were precious to Samothea. She had better take care of it before it got damaged by passion.

"Help me undress, please?" she asked.

He helped her stand, and she took off the sash. They undid the drawstring together. She wriggled out of her dress and picked it up. A faint light from the campfire infiltrated the hut through the curtain, picking out delicious highlights on the curvy girl as she folded her dress and bent over to store it carefully.

Dipti had round tits high on her chest, a smooth belly, wide hips, and strong legs that tapered to thin ankles that looked too weak to support her. She was also the hairiest girl Ezra had yet met in Samothea, the delicious bush of her pubic hair was a black triangle that seemed to suck in the light between the ghostly reflections on her hips and thighs.

Dipti disappeared completely into shadow when she climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees.

Ezra began to undress. As he did so, he felt her hands on his back and shoulders, feeling their way in the dark.

"Let me help," she said. She knelt on the bed behind him and undid the buttons of his shirt, putting her hands underneath to touch his fascinating chest hair. He pulled off his shirt, and she put her arms around him to feel his ribs and stomach muscles. Her breasts with hard nipples pressed against his back, and she kissed the top of his shoulder.

He turned around and put her hands on his belt. He helped her undo it and unbutton the fly, pulling his trousers down. He stepped out of them and was naked, facing her, his cock growing hard.

He bent down to kiss her again. She put her hands on his hips but hesitated to proceed. He broke the kiss to say,

"Go on, Dipti, you can touch my cock."

She felt along his belly to his curly pubic hair and put her hand on his cock. She thought it up and down with her fingertips, then put her hand around her head.

Ezra wondered what she would do next and didn't mind if it was nothing. He wanted tonight to be about her, but tonight was about surprises, and Dipti had many of those in store for him.

She fell down his shaft to his balls and touched them gently with her fingertips. While Sharne and Urulla had asked Annela all the questions, Dipti had been listening and learning.

She leaned down and kissed the top of his cock. This was a surprise. An even bigger surprise followed when she put her mouth around the head and popped her tongue out to caress the shaft with little bird-like licks.

"Oh, God! Darling, how did you know to do that?"

Her answer was muffled for the moment, but when she came up for air, she asked:

"Am I doing it right?"

"Almost perfectly," he assured her. Annela must have told her not to use her teeth.

She sucked him until he was fully hard (which did not take long, truth be told), and then he got her to lie back on the bed again. He wanted to explore her and guessed that she and Urulla had prepared more than scented hair and cherry-flavored lips.

She lay back and invited him onto the bed. They kissed until the cherry taste had gone entirely. This was his cue to kiss down her neck in search of more treats.

In the dark, he couldn't see which parts of her body had been painted with fruit lotion but noticed a change in her scent as he kissed down her shoulders. There were spots of berry flavor on her collar bones - redcurrant, if he had to guess.

He licked a mouthful and kissed her to share the taste.

He kissed and licked slowly from her shoulders toward her tits. He tasted banana in the delicious valley between the inviting globes. It wasn't his favorite flavor, but it was close to his favorite place, so he licked the spot clean and gave her a taste.

He had to control himself, savor the moment, and take time. He kissed up one mound to its peak and took the nipple into his mouth. It was indeed an apple - and he was just as sure that the other tit would be a pear.

He was pleased the syrup had been applied thickly to the nipple and around her large aureole, requiring lots of licking and sharing with her. Just for fun, he continued sucking the apple-flavored tit long after all the ointment was gone. He then sucked the other nipple clean. It was pear.

Dipti's medium-sized tits were very suckable, and Ezra had admired them for a while. He even dreamed of them a couple of times, so he spent a long time kissing and licking the nipples, putting the flavor trail on hold. She loved this attention and made loud, gladsome moans in response when he ran his tongue in circles around a nipple.

Encouraged by her sensual notes, which got gradually louder and more urgent as he increased the intensity, he massaged her tits firmly, squeezing and gently nibbling a nipple with his teeth. He swapped sides frequently and sucked harder, pulling her nipples into his mouth. She arched her back, feeling an ecstatic buzz begin in her tits. She moaned even louder and breathed deeply.

He worked alternately on her tits, gripping one nipple hard while gently licking the other or sucking hard on as much tit as he could get in his mouth while softly massaging the other. She squealed and squealed. The muscles of her chest and stomach tightened, and she felt an electric charge in her breasts. The suction and squeezing sent her over the edge, and she had a nipple orgasm. The spasm rocked her body and soaked her pussy.

She screamed with joy and went silent.

Dipti loved nipple orgasms and fell into a deep relaxation, the peace spreading to her legs and arms. She murmured contentedly, "Mmmm! That's lovely, Ezra," as he gently stroked her ribs and belly.

He kissed a tit, avoiding the sensitive nipple, but she pushed her chest up at him again and held his head against her chest, clearly wanting even more. As he sucked on a tit, he ran his hand down her belly to explore her pubic hair and cup her pussy. He was about to spread her nether lips to feel her wetness when she pulled her wits together and said,

"Not yet, please. ... Taste me?"

This was a request no gentleman should ever refuse, so Ezra began to kiss his way down her belly. He found fruity ointment there, too. Urulla had painted syrup along the line between Dipti's stomach muscles, from the valley between her breasts to her pubic hair. Ezra tasted plum on Dipti's lips and then bramble.

Now he was at her pussy; he could smell its sweetness and another scent, not so sweet but very feminine. He kissed her inner thighs to tease her and make her wait. She spread her legs and breathed deeply in anticipation.

The noise of drums and high-spirited dancing had stopped outside, and it had gone quiet. In moments, the patter of rain would begin, and a cold wind would rattle the eaves.

However, the hut was hot and soon would get hotter.

Ezra planted his mouth on Dipti's pussy and tasted her outer lips. It was blackcurrant, one of his favorite tastes. He licked the juice off her labia and shared the flavor with her. Then he went down on her again and cleaned off all the syrup until all he could taste was the woman herself.

She got used to his licking quite quickly, though his tongue was rougher than a woman's, and he was not as gentle with her as Urulla. Her arousal rose to a plateau of sensitivity and pleasure, where she moaned loud and often, bucking slowly and squeezing her nipples.

Fifteen minutes later, she had peaked many times. Her juices ran down his beard, and he decided it was time to fuck her.

The rain was now so heavy it bounded off the hut roof, suppressing Dipti's loudest yelps and cries. For once, he was glad of the rain. Dipti was so vocal from having her tits sucked, and her pussy licked he wondered what she would sound like when she had his cock in her.

She moaned when he removed his mouth from her pussy. Her disappointment turned to greedy anticipation when he lay on her. He kissed her and then asked, "Are you ready?"

"Mmm! Mmm!"

"Darling, is that 'yes' or 'no'?"

"Mmm! Mmm!"

"Can't you speak?" He was amused.

"Mmm!"

"Is it one grunt for 'no' or two for 'yes'?"

"Mmm! Mmm!"

"All right."

All this time, he had been positioning himself so the head of his cock was resting against her sodden vulva.

"Are you ready, Darling?" he asked again.

"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!" she almost shouted it, though her mouth was closed.

To the rhythm of the rain thudding against the roof and falling in sheets to the ground, Ezra began to fuck her.

If he thought she was noisy during their foreplay, it was nothing compared to her noise now.

Dipti was a screamer. From the moment he penetrated her vagina to the moment she had her final shaking orgasm, she wailed like a police siren, her pitch rising and falling on every thrust but never dying away.

Ezra pumped away between her legs, turned on by her fantastic response. Her noise drove him to go harder. He gripped a tit in his right hand. She liked that as well and wailed her approval.

She was submerged in a world of sensual pleasure, where everything he did added to her joy.

His weight on her, his tongue in her mouth when they kissed, his hand on her tit, the deep fullness of her vagina, and the erotic rub on her clitoris; they were all working her up to a new kind of sensual crisis.

She brought her knees up and felt the rub from his cock at a different angle, marking the new feeling with screams of a different pitch.

He'd never heard anything like it before. The heavy rain drowned her at first, but now it was letting off, and she shrieked like a banshee. The noise reverberated around the hut.

Ezra put two fingers in her mouth, and she obediently sucked them. She couldn't wail quite so loudly now, but he felt her moans as a vibration in her throat.

It was a turn-on for him: he wasn't just suppressing her noise but couldn't constantly be stuffing her mouth with things. This was one of the things he thought about to try to keep himself from cumming before she did. Luckily, it wasn't working well, but she was close to satisfaction.

She raised her legs even higher and stopped sucking on his fingers so that she could scream louder. Her mouth was wide open, her eyes tight shut, and she climaxed, her legs shaking, her pelvis thrusting up at him.

He kept pumping into her, and she quickly climaxed again.

Now he pushed himself up, spread his knees, held her bottom off the mattress, got the angle he wanted, and thrust in again. Her back was arched off the bed, her legs resting on his chest.

She supported herself with her shoulders and elbows. His thrusts caught the top of her vagina with long hard strokes and gave her something to moan about.

Another joyful spasm approached. She arched even more, rising onto her hands, using the top of her head as a fulcrum. Then she shrieked and released, a shock wave of pleasure spreading outward from her pussy. Her legs shook again, and her vaginal walls bore down on his cock in swift contractions.


To be continued