The Great Escape Chapter 9, Part 2 of 6

The Great Escape
Chapter 9, Part 2 of 6

"I want you both to stay."

Ezra was enchanted. Two women at a time was one of every man's fantasies.

Three in a bed

"I need to go to my hut," Kalyndra said. "I'll be back soon." She swiftly exited the door and returned a few minutes later carrying a small cloth bag. In response to Devon's quizzical look, she said:

"It's been a night of revelations already, and they're not over yet."

She tipped the bag out onto the bed. It contained the rope shackles and gag from her time in the Woodlander Camp. When Devon's eyes boggled, and a rugged look showed on her face, Kalyndra said:

"Don't worry. They're for me. It's so Ezra can keep the promise he made."

Devon didn't say any more, but Ezra gathered up the ropes and took them to his stool, saying:

"Why don't you two start? I'll join you when I see an opening."

Kalyndra was pleased by this and pulled Devon to her.

"Come here," she said. "The clumsy goddess wants to get to your opening first."
Devon laughed.

"Crudity from you, Kalyndra? You're ruining my illusions."

"I'll ruin more than your illusions if you don't kiss me right now."

Laughing, the girls kissed and then kissed some more, holding each other tightly, warming into it, the unfulfilled lust of the afternoon finally unleashed.

They got comfortable on the bed, making love the same way the Woodlanders did, slowly, with gentle touches from sensitively exploring fingers and soft kisses on the neck, arms, or shoulders as they helped each other take off their jackets.

"Such large, womanly breasts," Devon said admiringly.

Kalyndra ran her hand along Devon's thigh.

"Such strong, beautiful legs," she replied.

Ezra had no idea why the girls laughed so much at this, but he was happy they were happy.

He was also pleased they were unselfconscious about him being there. They hadn't forgotten him, but they weren't putting on a show, delightful though it was for him to watch the erotic dance.

It was joyful lovemaking, sweet and playful. The girls giggled as they undressed each other, learning about each other's bodies. Kalyndra soon found that Devon's nipples were too sensitive to be played with much when she was aroused, but Devon was pleased to learn she could lick and suck Kalyndra's tits as much as she wanted, and the older girl would still encourage her.

They sat opposite each other and scissored their legs, slowly rocking their bodies together, rubbing their pussies. Their moaning voices filled the hut, a delicious sound of urgent lust and pleasure.

Gentle and sensitive though their love-play was, two such driven women, who had lately been fierce rivals, couldn't completely suppress their rivalry. Everything had been a competition, and the same imperative began to govern.

As usual, Devon started it. She pulled Kalyndra onto her and, as they kissed deeply, her fingers explored the bush of Kalyndra's pubic hair, seeking out her clitoris, tending it carefully, then with more purpose, until Kalyndra was intensely aroused and moaning softly. Kalyndra's reply was to diddle Devon's clit, rubbing the sensitive nub between her long, elegant fingers.

Now the race was on to see who could make the other girl cum first. Kalyndra had practice in controlling her orgasms. She pushed down her mounting arousal and breathed deeply. It wasn't so easy for Devon, who was making a hoarse humming kind of moan, and so getting into it that she began to neglect Kalyndra's pussy and lay back, her eyes shut, her knees spread wide, arching her back, hands gripping the sheet.

Kalyndra pressed her advantage. She knelt over Devon, one hand on her thin flat stomach, the other working wonders on her sweet little pussy. Devon gasped and shook with her first orgasm. She shuddered and writhed again as Kalyndra toyed with her until, with a final gasp, she twisted her legs aside, stopping Kalyndra's fun.

Devon lay breathing heavily, her arms stretched out, basking in a warm glow. Her eyes were half-closed, and a beatific smile was on her melancholy face.

"Do I win?" Kalyndra asked, leaning over her.

"You win - for now," Devon replied, pulling her down to repeat the erotic dance once more.

Sometime later, when she was kneeling beside Kalyndra, lapping at the long slit of her belly button, Devon remembered something. She patted Kalyndra on the stomach, saying, "Wait there," got up and walked lazily over to Ezra, who was on his stool, enthralled and erect.

Devon bent over to put her mouth passionately on his. As they kissed, she pushed her hand down his shorts and slowly stroked his cock. A minute later, she pulled away, giving his cock one last squeeze, saying: "I just wanted to keep you interested."

"I'm interested, all right," he said as she sashayed back to her position on top of Kalyndra.

The pretty lovemaking went on for another half-hour before Ezra got involved. Kalyndra also remembered him. Once, when she had her face planted between Devon's thighs, she stuck her bottom in the air and wiggled it at him, offering him an opening to join in, but he let the invitation pass. Now the girls were in the sixty-nine positions, feeling the warm tingling on their skins after Cumming. Kalyndra was on top, licking and fingering Devon's pussy and having her clitoris jangled by Devon's tongue.

Kalyndra hunched and bucked and gently climaxed, letting herself relax down on her lover.

When she sat up again, she gave Ezra a mischievous smile. It was indeed time. She took hold of Devon's ankles and pulled her legs wide. Devon knew what was coming. She wanted it and let Kalyndra know by re-doubling the efforts on her pussy.

Ezra was naked and ready. He knelt on the bed and pushed his cock between Devon's flaring pussy-lips. The girl moaned in her throat and bucked upward. He sank his rod into her soaked pussy and began thrusting.

The three made a triangle, with Devon as the base and Ezra and Kalyndra, mouth to mouth, at the apex. Devon loved being at the center of the fucking. She arched her back, keeping up the rhythm in her tongue and pelvis. Kalyndra let Devon's legs go, leaned back, and thrust her chest out for Ezra to take a good mouthful.

They fucked nice and slowly, savoring it, making it last until a prolonged spasm overtook Devon. She cried out, writhing and thrusting, then lay still. Ezra withdrew and stepped away while Kalyndra cuddled Devon's tension away.

He wasn't being boorish; he had gone to fetch the ropes. As Kalyndra knelt astride her girlfriend, he pulled her arms behind her back, crossed them over, and began tying them together. She made no protest, and Devon looked on with interest and a little disquiet.

"Don't worry, Darling," Kalyndra whispered. "I love this."

In the light of the last remaining taper, Devon looked at Kalyndra's face as Ezra tightened the ropes. Her eyes were clouding over with a smoky lust. Her face became serene and calm, her breathing deep. Ezra pulled her bottom up, pushing her head down beside Devon's. He smacked her firm buttocks a few times, just to warm them up, and began playing with her pussy. She shut her eyes and gave a throaty moan, her mouth wide open. The rough ropes and the feeling of being manhandled transported her into her special zone.

Devon hadn't seen anything like it—a girl enjoying such treatment. Despite her, it turned her on. She watched, fascinated, and shared a smile with Ezra.

"Together?" he said.

Devon nodded. They pushed Kalyndra onto her back, lay on either side of her, and began to adore the tied girl, stroking her hair and kissing her in turn. When they kissed their way down her neck and shoulders, they synchronized their movements. They reached her tits together, licking and sucking in unison. And they joined their hands together to rub her pussy.

With one finger each, they probed Kalyndra's snatch, pushing in deeply, stretching the lips aside, making the tall girl buck and moan, bringing her to a sweet and noisy little climax.

Dividing their labors, Devon worked Kalyndra's clitoris while Ezra rubbed her G-spot. Here was the big orgasm they wanted to give her. Kalyndra writhed, her thighs shaking, the wrenching spasm stopping her breath, rolling her eyes into the top of her head.

When she recovered, they made a triangle again, with Ezra at the base and Devon slowly riding his cock. Kalyndra squatted over his face, his tongue in her hole. Devon's hands were on her shoulders, his on her arms, helping her balance, until Ezra finished with a grunt and a cry as joy numbed his senses. Devon came at the same time, a last flash of lightning after a storm of pleasure.

Afterward, with Kalyndra untied, the three huddled together, Devon squashed in between.

Ezra was exhausted and fell fast asleep, but the girls were still buzzing from their sexual highs and couldn't rest.

"Do you want to talk, Kalyndra?"

"Shush! You'll wake him."

"He's probably awake anyway; he's very good at pretending to sleep."

Devon pushed him a bit to check. He groaned and rolled over, releasing his share of the old coarse blanket. She stripped it from him and pulled it over Kalyndra and herself.

"That's not fair, Devon!" Kalyndra whispered.

"Of course, it's fair! He's naturally hotter than us. Besides, he won't notice if he's asleep."

But Kalyndra wouldn't settle until she'd covered Ezra again, even if it meant she was partly outside the blanket herself. Devon solved the problem by lying to her girlfriend. They kept each other warm.

"You're an amazing lover, Kalyndra. I wish I'd made a move ages ago."

"So do I, but what's past is past. We have our whole lives now to make up for missed opportunities."

"True. So, tell me: which do you prefer, cock or pussy?"

"That's not a fair question."

"Sure, it is. I know the answer myself."

"Go on."

"Well, before, I would have said it depends on the pussy, but now, I know."

"Yes?" Kalyndra waited, amused by her sleepless girlfriend.

"Now I prefer cock. Ow! No, stop! Ow! That tickles. Ow! I'm joking, I'm joking."

Kalyndra held Devon close and soothingly rubbed the ribs she had just been pinching. But Devon remembered something else she wanted to tease Kalyndra about.

"He calls you Kali. That's sweet: a pet name."

"What of it?"

"Nothing. Only, it must be nice to have a pet."

Kalyndra rammed two fingers into Devon's snatch.

"Oh God! Sorry, sorry," Devon whimpered. "Ow! Please?"

Kalyndra twisted her fingers around. Devon's eyes rolled up in her head, and she tried to pull away. She didn't want her over-sensitized pussy to have another wrenching orgasm forced from her, but she was held firmly, and to fight too hard would wake Ezra.

"I'm sorry, Kalyndra, you're not his pet."

"Oh, but I am his pet and happy to be so. Shall I make you my pet?"

"Yes, yes, anything! Please?"

"You'll obey me?"

"Like hell, I will. Ow! Ow! Yes, yes, I'll obey!"

"Good."

The girls were laughing hard but also trying to whisper, which made them giggle even more.

"I love you, Devon. I'm glad we found each other at last."

"I love you, Kalyndra. You've given me the most amazing day of my life!"

So, they finally slept and were still sleeping the next day when Thalassa knocked on the doorpost to fetch Ezra for breakfast.

Calliope, Ferne, and Leanne had already eaten and were preparing for the meeting at the forest edge. Dazed and sleepy, Ezra sat down for a swift meal before they set off. The ambassadors carried water, a packed lunch, and a basket of smoked fish as a gift for Mirselene. Thalassa made a fifth member of the party. She was hoping to meet Urulla and her other Woodlander friends.

The chiefs meet

The two parties reached the meeting place at about the same time. Mirselene was there with Casti, her second-in-command, and half the Woodlander tribe. Calliope didn't take long to announce what had happened to the Mariners, but it took much longer to satisfy all the queries of the shocked Woodlanders.

Mirselene listened to the story of the mutiny with a stony face. It was clear she disapproved of tribal chiefs being deposed. However, when all the circumstances of Belena's crimes were known, she had no complaint but welcomed Calliope as her sister. Then, the two chiefs, Ferne and Casti, their lieutenants, got down to business.

Thalassa and Urulla went off together to catch up. Ezra spoke to Sharne, Dipti, and the others.

Annela had stayed behind in the camp. She was well, and the baby kicked wildly. Dipti was nearly five months pregnant and looked beautiful. So did Sharne, who was four months gone.

Their bellies stuck out proud and warm. Ezra didn't get much time with his old bedmates:

Parvinder sent Dagma and him to chop more firewood for stock.

This was typical of Samothea, especially among the Woodlanders. Stone tools, unyielding soil, no television, and few books meant that spare time was devoted to work. It was rare to see anyone in the forest not performing a chore. Even when they sat around gossiping, most women would be preparing food, spinning thread, or weaving.

Dagma and Ezra had replenished the store of logs when Mirselene called him over. After some surprisingly firm negotiation by Calliope, the current trade agreement was confirmed, but now Mirselene, his chief, still had a private question. She took him to one side.

"How are you being treated, Ezra?"

"Very well, Madam."

"Good. Do you trust Calliope?"

"Yes."

"Completely?"

He nodded.

"Why?"

"Did she tell you about my part in the coup?" he asked.

"She did."

"About how your suspicions about Belena were confirmed?"

"Yes."


To be continued