The Great Escape Chapter 8, Part 1 of 9

The Great Escape
Chapter 8, Part 1 of 9

Annela was on top, leaning back, fucking Ezra with slow luxuriant strokes. His stiff rod in her pussy gave her the stretch and rub she so craved, which brought out her sweet moans and, lately, a kind of chirruping noise that amused him. She held her waist firmly and helped her thrust. Her beautiful pregnant belly stuck out in front like the bow of a boat. Her small tits were heavier than usual and wobbled with the rhythm. Her erect nipples, usually small and pink, were large and dark.

He stretched over her warm belly to suck on a tit, baby-style. She adored it when he did this and leaned forward to make it easier. He sucked the whole tit into his mouth and rubbed his tongue over the nipple. She sighed with contentment from the sensual tug.

They stayed in this position until she came, with a gasp in her throat and a fluttering in her pussy. Then she collapsed onto him.

Ezra wasn't done, though. He helped her lay flat across the bed and raised her pelvis with a pillow. She spread her legs wide and held her ankles. He stood before her and stuffed his cock hard into her tight pussy. She moaned louder as he rammed her, the note rising as she reached another peak, which shook her thighs and splashed her cum onto the floor. Then he came himself, slowly pulsing his seed into her quivering snatch.

Afterward, they rested together, holding each other tightly; a glow of satisfaction and sexual contentment kept them warm despite the cold night rain hammering on the roof and flooding the gullies beside the hut.

Annela could only briefly stay in one place, however. She had to keep moving, trying to get comfortable, which made her agitated.

"Sorry, darling," she said as she kicked him again and stuck an elbow into his face.

"Here, try this," he said. He sat behind her on the bed, and she leaned back. He wrapped his arms around her belly, and she held his arms.

"Is it good?"

"Yes, it's good," she agreed.

He gently rubbed her belly, hoping to feel a kick or movement, but the baby seemed sleeping.

Annela herself couldn't sleep. To take her mind off her discomfort, Ezra told her about Earth, which always entertained her. He described the cities, their giant buildings, and innumerable people, which she could never believe. Her imagination failed again when he described airplanes, spaceships, boats, and submarines.

Then she wanted to know his favorite places in the galaxy.

"The best things I've seen have been on moons and minor planets. One moon is a pure white ball, its surface covered in frozen methane. If you land on it at an angle and a good speed, your ship will skate along for hours.

One planet has fifty-mile-high volcanoes that spurt out black and orange smoke plumes, most of which drift out into space and are washed away by light pressure from its sun, giving the planet a tail like a comet. But my favorite is a small moon that got hit by a meteorite, so one side is a punched-in crater, and the other bulges out.

The crater is filled with an ocean of red water, which steams and bubbles, covering the whole moon in a ghostly pink mist."

"It's a huge galaxy," he concluded, "and the human part of it is less than one tree in the entire forest, less even than a grain of sand on the seashore."

She had lain still for a long time but was uncomfortable again. The weight of her bump was pressing on her bladder. She tried lying on her side.

Ezra lay behind her and reached over to stroke her belly.

"Despite everything I've seen on any planet or moon," he said, "the greatest miracle and the most beautiful thing in the galaxy is a pregnant woman."

"Beautiful? I'm fat, and I waddle like a duck."

It wasn't true. Annela was one of those lucky women with a bump out in front and no other sign of pregnancy than her rosy cheeks, shining hair, and sparkling eyes. She felt fat, though.

He kissed her shoulder.

"You know, ducks can be beautiful, fat can be sexy."

"You're rubbish at flattery."

"Even if I say you're the sexiest duck in the galaxy?"

"Lie on your back," she said, ignoring this. "You're wasted as a comforter, but maybe I can use you as a pillow."

He lay back, and she squeezed up against him.

"Useless," she said. "You're too hard." But she stayed where she was and rested her head on his chest.

"Maybe we should get Dagma to sleep with you."

"Oh, Ezra! That was mean. I've never heard you make fun of her before."

"I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be nasty, but she frustrates me with all that nonsense about us not being bedmates. And she has always seemed angry when I'm near her, ever since we first met. I don't understand her at all."

"Get her to bed, then you'll understand her more."

He thought seriously about it for a minute: after all, they're not called 'intimate relations' for anything.

"But how can I do that?"

"Have you tried seducing her?"

"She barely even speaks to me and then only about work. How can I seduce her?"

"Turn on the charm. Give her the full Ezra Goldrick experience."

"What on Earth is 'the full Ezra Goldrick experience'?"

"Samothea."

"Pardon?"

"You should say. What on Samothea?"

"All right, What on Samothea is 'the full Ezra Goldrick experience'?"

"You know, all manly and commanding."

"Commanding?"

"Well, confident, then. You're good at saying what you want."

"Do you think that would work with Dagma? I thought you said she was shy. Mirselene was always telling me to be more patient and understanding."

"She is shy, but maybe Mirselene is wrong: there are other ways to deal with shyness."

"You know, I'm not sure she's shy."

"All right then, tell me your theory."

"I don't know. I have a theory, but it occurs to me that all the other Woodlanders are thin and good-looking, so maybe she's a little ashamed of her looks."

"Why should she be ashamed? Besides, didn't you tell me that fat women are better in bed?"

"Yes, but how would she have learned that? And it's not the same as good-looking, you know."

"All right, Dagma's either shy or ashamed; if you were extra-charming, you could overcome both."

"And when should I be extra-charming? I'm going to the Mariner Settlement in three weeks."

Now that Urulla was recovering, Kalyndra and Thalassa were to go home, and Ezra was going with them to stay a month with the Mariners. He was saying goodbye to his three bedmates one week at a time, starting as usual with Annela.

Annela pondered his question and decided:

"Tomorrow night, at the feast."

"What about our week together if I'm successful?"

"I don't mind, and I don't think Shane will, either. Dagma deserves a proper go."

"All right, I'll try, though I don't see why I should be more successful than two months ago."

Contented and relaxed momentarily, she kissed him and rolled over, trying to sleep. He spooned her and wrapped an arm around to hold her warmly. Eventually, she dozed off, but not before Ezra was fast asleep and dreaming.

His dream started with Annela and him on his favorite moon. They were in the warm red ocean, making love, when Kalyndra appeared from under the sea. Red rivulets and pink sea-spume fell off her head and down her perfect bronze body as she rose naked from the water. Ezra was embarrassed: Kalyndra's wrists and ankles showed the marks from her restraints, her bottom was bright red from a hard spanking, and his teeth marks were all over her magnificent breasts. Annela seemed only amused.

"Go, fuck her hard for me," she said, pushing him away.

Kalyndra walked up to him. He stood, and they kissed. She melted into his arms, but when he looked to find a place to lay her down, they were no longer in the ocean but on a rocky asteroid with no atmosphere. The surface was so black they couldn't see where the rocks ended and the space began.

There were sharp edges everywhere and nowhere to lie down, but suddenly they were sucked into the airlock of a passing spaceship.

Ezra entered the spaceship through the inner door, which closed behind him, trapping Kalyndra in the airlock.

He turned to help her, but she waved happily, encouraging him to look behind him. There was Tatiana Tcherenkova, his mentor and mistress, kneeling to take his cock into her mouth. She began sucking on it.

He wanted to speak to her but couldn't make a sound. He was worried about Kalyndra, trapped in the airlock, but when he turned to check on her, it wasn't the inspection port hole but the open window of the dormitory at his university. It was a memory, not a dream. The sun streamed through the window on a hot summer's day. He was lying naked on his bunk as his lovely blonde girlfriend knelt between his outstretched legs and sucked his cock.

She and Ezra were new to it, but she was doing an excellent job for her second time. He loved it and began stroking her hair without knowing what to do with his hands.

"That's perfect, Sandy," he said. "You're amazing!"

"Sandy?"

Suddenly there was no soft mouth on his cock, and Ezra was awake.

"Annela?" he asked.

She was crouched on all fours between his legs and had been sucking his cock, stiff with a morning erection.

"Whose Sandy?" she asked in an affronted voice.

"Sorry, Darling. An old girlfriend. I was dreaming."

"Well, I can't blame you for dreaming of other women, I suppose," though her tone suggested she blamed him very much.

Annela knew a blowjob was the perfect way to wake him up and she oughtn't to leave it unfinished for long. But she was having fun teasing him.

She let him stew for a minute, then said:

"I know I'm not your dream woman, but would you like me to finish?"

"No!"

"No? You don't want me to finish?"

"No, I mean, yes, you are my dream woman, in real flesh and blood, and I want you to finish."

Smiling, she went back to sucking him off and did so nicely. She put a finger on the top of his penis and licked along the shaft, cupping his balls and gently caressing them. When she felt he was ready, she swallowed his cock into her mouth and bobbed her head, her fingers on his shaft squeezing firmly.

She stopped bobbing and flicked her tongue on the underside of his cock, working up to the tip. That was exquisite for him. She swallowed his cock again and repeated this until his panting grew loud, and she tasted his pre-cum.

Holding him in her mouth, she ran her tongue around the tip of his cock, feeling the head enlarge. He was almost there.

She bobbed her head again, swallowing him down further, rubbing the head of his cock against the roof of her mouth. Her tongue was working wonders on the underside of the tip, and now, when she squeezed his cock hard in her fingers and began wanking him faster, it brought him off. He spurted out his cum in short shuddering bursts. She wanked out the last drops as his climax waned, and he relaxed, his eyes shut, savoring the afterglow.

Annela sat up, spat her mouthful of cum into her hands and rubbed it over her belly. Then, after their ablutions, they arrived late as usual for breakfast to prepare for a particular day. Today was Thalassa's eighteenth birthday, and the Woodlanders planned to celebrate with a feast, drums, singing, and dancing as if she were one of their own.

2Thalassa's birthday party

It had been the practice on Samothea, as in all the galaxy, to take one day off in seven, but the Woodlanders' precarious existence meant this was a rare luxury. Nonetheless, Mirselene declared a rest from regular tasks so everyone could contribute to the feast.

There were two surprises that evening. With Dipti's help, Kalyndra and Thalassa had collected long, dry grass from the meadow and woven it into knitted cloth bands to make grass skirts, tops, and ankle bands for themselves and Urulla. They decorated the tops with just a tube around the chest with meadow flowers. This was a traditional Mariner costume. Kalyndra had proposed it to celebrate Urulla's recovery. After five weeks, Urulla returned to light work duties, and everyone was pleased to see how impatient she was with being mollycoddled. She intended to dance at Thalassa's birthday party to show how much she had mended.

The three girls dressed secretly and arrived at the feast together, drawing every eye with their tall, thin frames and revealing costumes.

The other surprise was unveiled as soon as Thalassa sat down. Sharne brought over a birthday present. It was a deep wooden box with a lid and compartments inside, filled with vials and small bags of medicines, wooden spoons and spatulas, stone knives, and bandages, a perfect present for an aspiring nurse. All the tribe had contributed, and Thalassa was overwhelmed. She couldn't speak but went around hugging everyone, then she held the box on her lap, taking everything out and putting it all back, one by one, gloating over it and neglecting her food.

After dinner, it was time to dance.

Sharne and Erin played the drums, and everyone danced except for Lenta, who couldn't move so well;

Mirselene preferred to watch, Dagma had reasons of her own, and Ezra could dance but didn't enjoy it much.
The Mariners and Woodlanders had different dancing styles. The Woodlanders danced in a group, stamping their feet, holding hands in a ring, or swinging their partners around—all except for Pepi, who was a maverick, keeping to the rhythm but to rules of her own devising, skipping in and out of the line.

The two Mariners danced as individuals, standing still or moving their feet only a little but bending their knees and swaying their hips, sometimes holding their arms over their heads. Their movements were alluring, especially in the grass skirts, emphasizing their curves, though the gorgeous Kalyndra didn't need any help.

The women taught each other their steps and then, by mutual consent, decided Ezra had to come and dance. Previously, he had always resisted, but Thalassa was sent to ask him because he couldn't resist the girl on her birthday. She demanded to learn an Earth dance and held out a thin, delicate hand to invite him up.

His mother had insisted Ezra learn as a boy, which had put him off ever since, but he remembered the moves.

Taking Thalassa by the waist with one arm, he placed her left hand on his shoulder and held her other hand, saying, "Follow my steps but in reverse."

She understood, and soon, they were moving around so well that he could try spinning her a little. She caught on quickly and whooped for joy when he swung her around, letting her go and pulling her back in. The grass skirt flew up around her waist, and her top began to shed its garland of petals.


To be continued