The Great Escape Chapter 11, Part 2 of 6

The Great Escape
Chapter 11, Part 2 of 6

Now they kissed again: long, slow, passionate kisses, with exploring tongues and a gentle hum in her throat.

She wanted to take his weight on her and was pleased to feel her sexual effect on him as his cock pressed through his trousers onto her bare belly.

He kissed in a straight line down her body, from lips, strong chin, elegant throat, flat chest, and tight stomach to her pussy, where he deviated down a thigh to a knee. She was buzzing nicely now, warm and tingling, a pretty blush forming on her chest and belly. He kissed back down her thigh and, tantalizingly, bypassed her pussy again to devote attention to her other thigh with soft, warming kisses and the faintest stroke of a fingertip around her pubic mound.

Her heart beat faster, and she caught her breath. The blush reached her pussy, reddening her pretty labia. She was ready for more.

Starting slowly, turning his tongue sideways, dipping gently into the open slit, he licked up her pussy to her little hooded clitoris. Then he worked down, passing a flat tongue over her slit, all the time stroking his fingertips over her soft pubic hair.

Sometimes he lifted his mouth from her pussy, letting her relax, yearning to be touched again. Arousal engorged her pussy lips, widening her slit, so when he next tongued her, he pushed deep inside. She moaned and held his head to keep it in place.

He licked up and down her slit, dipping into her cleft and working over her clitoris to the accompaniment of encouraging moans and sighs. He sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it hard with his tongue. This made her writhe, arching her back. He repeated the soft licking and the hard clit-attack until she reached a peak.

"Oh, God!" she exclaimed as she came. "Oh, God, Ezra! More, please more!"

Of course, he obeyed, pushing a finger into her tight twat and diddling her sensitive spot as he continued to suck on her clit. It wasn't long before she came again, a deeper, richer spasm rippling along her pussy, bunching her stomach muscles. She held him tightly, squeezing his head with her thighs, beating out the slowly releasing tension with thrusts of her pelvis.

She lay still for a minute. Then he lifted her. She was very light and squealed out a laugh as he maltreated her, turning her so she was bent over, her bottom sticking in the air. The position was perfect: her legs spread apart, tight buttocks framing a thinly bearded pussy, matted with her creamy arousal. He stuffed his face between her buttocks and renewed his tongue attack on her tiny pink clitoris.

She moaned deeply, shutting her eyes and breathing heavily. More damp lust collected in her pussy as the strain built. She bucked involuntarily, slowly swiveling her bottom, supporting herself on her outstretched arms.

She felt moved. He was undressing, taking off his trousers. Then, there was a gap while he removed his shirt.

Now he was back, his mouth on her yearning pussy, tongue squelching over the soft wet folds, licking figures on her clitoris.

There was another shift, and her legs were lifted off the bed, her thighs hooked over his shoulders. She was hanging down his body. His cock stood proudly out, hot and harrowing, brushing against her cheek. Her response was almost automatic. Holding the back of his thighs, she pulled her head up and swallowed his cock into her mouth.

She sucked more greedily than elegantly but soon got an erotic rhythm going, building his tension nicely. Firm hands on her waist held her tightly.

The blood started settling in her brain, blocking her thoughts and spreading a more complex feeling to her nerves. Her stimulation heightened, and she headed to another joyful peak. She shook when she came and neglected his cock.

He laid her down on the bed and turned her on her back. Lying on her, he brushed the hair off her face to kiss her. She smiled as he lay on her and lined his cock up with her slit. She lifted her knees to show him she was ready.

He took her hands, and they intertwined their fingers. Then he pushed his cock into her and began thrusting.

She felt pressure in her throat and a warmth all over her body. She naturally began to buck to meet his thrusts with low-pitched throaty moans. He thrust harder. As the pitch of her moans rose, he increased the speed of his fucking. With all the stimulation, she wasn't far off Cumming again.

He maintained a steady pace now as she breathed and moaned more quickly, squeezing his hands tightly as the tension rose. She instinctively raised her knees to get a better angle of penetration. There was a strain on her thighs and her calves. She liked the feeling of restraint, his weight, and his grip on her hands.

Arching her back, her eyes closed, her wild moans let him know how close she was. Thrusting even faster, he began to pant. The tense rub and the tight squeeze were irresistible for them both. A few more hard thrusts and she was at the crisis point. She yelled out as she came, the pleasure rocking her body with rhythmic shocks, her pussy clamping down on his dick in joyful spasms.

He had no resistance himself now. Soon, a throbbing orgasm overcame him, and he injected his load into her in quick, hot spurts. Sighing with relief, his tension waned as he finished off with a final few thrusts.

As they lay together, panting, letting the glow of arousal melt away, snatches of poetry came unbidden to his mind, fragments from the Song of Songs.

"Behold, thou art fair, my love," he said. "Behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes. Behold, thou art fair, my beloved."

Like in the poem, his left hand was under her head, and his right hand embraced her. She pulled herself up to kiss him again, approving the poem, though she knew her eyes were not like doves' eyes.

"Is there more?"

"It's all mixed up, but. Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense."

She didn't know what myrrh or frankincense was. Ezra barely knew himself, but his right hand was on her mount, her hill of pleasure, playing with her clitoris, giving her spicy aftershocks that warmed her skin.

"Awake, O north wind, blow upon my garden. Let my beloved come into his garden and eat his pleasant fruits."

"You've eaten my pleasant fruits, Ezra. Keep going."

He put his finger in her vagina and gave her nipples gentle kisses. He was momentarily spent, but she still had a reserve of sex drive to use up. She lay back and surfed her arousal again.

"I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys. My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies."

His fingers were giving her a welcome ache. Her breath began to come in short gasps. Whatever she thought the Lillies were, she had a valley pining for cultivation, asking for more than just his fingers.

"Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem."

They were sounds to her now. She pushed herself up, rolled him over, and lay on him, mouth to mouth, chest to chest, not just for the cold but for the intimacy. Her long, straight hair formed a tent over their heads; her knees hugged his ribcage.

She put her hands in his hair, lent down, and kissed him, feeling his cock respond against her belly. She put her hand down to guide his stiffening rod into her vacant snatch.

"Come into my garden," she said, "feed among the lilies."

She began riding him, his cock hardening all the time. She thrust her pelvis slowly up and down his body, using his cock to fill herself up. The harder he got, the deeper she could thrust until he was fully hard, and she could lean back to get more tension and a better angle.

It was another delightful fucking, with peaks of pleasure for her that lasted until Ezra couldn't hold off anymore and spurted another load into her welcoming pussy. She collapsed on him and rested content for a while, her cheek on his chest, warm on her front, cold on her back but too satiated to move.

They slept for an hour or so. Urulla was the first to stir, feeling cold and waking him up by reaching over to fetch the blanket.

"Sorry, I woke you."

"I'm not. Are you up for it?"

"Oh, yes!"

They started under the blanket with Urulla on top but soon were warm again. He had her go on all fours and pumped her from behind. It was all new to her, and she found that she liked this position as much as face-to-face.

"Mumm!" she moaned, loving the feel of his cock along the back of her vagina. She bent down to rest her head on her folded arms and get a deeper penetration.

When he tired, she took over the movement, but they ended up thrusting together, gasping and moaning as they came.

An hour or so later, they were at it again.

Dawn was breaking when they made love a fifth time. A gentle breeze wafted the morning mist under the door.

Thin shafts of daylight cut the air and lay dreamily on the floor.

Urulla was on her back, her legs crossed over his back, bucking her pelvis, meeting him stroke for stroke. She moaned with every penetration, and he sucked her chin or breathed heavily on her neck.

But he was slowing and tiring, putting longer gaps between thrusts. When he stopped for a second, she said,
"My turn."

They rolled over, and she turned her back to him, climbed aboard, and rode him with slow, deep thrusts of her pelvis. He couldn't quite finish this time, but he came close, and Urulla got off nicely, gasping out a crying orgasm before turning around and collapsing on him to sleep away the morning.

It was noon when they next woke. The Honeymoon Lodge smelled of stale sweat and semen. They opened all the shutters and went naked to the river, jumping in together and sitting in the stream, letting the cool, earthy water revive them.

There was a small store of food at the lodge, so they spent all day there, having sex or dozing. Urulla wanted to use the swing he made for Dipti, which he hung from the veranda's roof. He had to adjust it for her height, but they put it to good use that afternoon.

When the pair met with the tribe again at the feast that night, there were no comments but some knowing smiles. The same knowing smiles appeared less than an hour later when Urulla, who ate only a small dinner but spent her time in a long chat with Dipti, which ended with a passionate hug, came and took him by the hand and led him back to the Honeymoon Lodge. However, it was long before the night rain would begin, and the feast ended.

Annela gives birth

A week later, Annela finally went into labor. The whole tribe wanted to be in the hut with her, but Parvinder bustled everyone out except for Ezra, whose job was to support the girl while she squatted, and Erin, whose job as an assistant nurse was to fetch whatever supplies Parvinder needed.

The final contractions began that morning. After two fruitless hours of pushing hard, Annela was in great pain.

She screamed with every contraction, but nothing happened. She had to sit down on a stool now, sweating and exhausted.

Erin washed her face while Parvinder went out for some air and to think.

"How is she getting on?" Mirselene asked.

Parvinder waited a few seconds and took a deep breath before replying.

"There may be a complication."

The look of devastating concern on the chief's face took away all of Parvinder's pent-up blame. She added in a conciliatory voice:

"Maybe it's not a problem, but it's taking too long, and I can't properly feel what's happening inside. It's worrying me."

"Well, then, how about Pepi?"

"Yes, I need Pepi. Will you have her fetched?"

Parvinder went back inside while Mirselene had Sharne fetch her eight-year-old daughter. The usually excitable girl sensed the occasion and arrived quietly, awaiting Parvinder's orders.

"Pepi, I need you to do something significant to help Angela. Something only you can do with your tiny hands.

Will you do that?"

"Of course I will!"

"Good. Washing your hands thoroughly and up your arms would be best. Erin will help. Erin, scrub under her nails."

By the time Pepi was back with clean hands, Parvinder had prepared Annela, who sat on the stool, leaning back against Ezra, her legs spread, the painful contractions making her cry out every few seconds.

Parvinder smothered Pepi's hands with grease and then explained what she had to do.

"I need you to put your hand in Annela's vagina and feel where the baby is. You must be gentle and slow and describe everything you feel to me. Will you do that?"

The girl nodded. It sounded icky to her, but everyone was so severe, and Annela was so clearly in pain that she knew she had to obey.

"Come on," Parvinder said, kneeling beside Pepi and guiding her hand. Start like this."

She helped Pepi push her hand inside.

"What do you feel?"

"I don't know, it's all wet."

"That's right. Feel around with your fingers, but gently."

"It's like a shoulder. Yes, it's a shoulder and an arm."

"Can you feel the head?"

"Ooh! The heads to one side; it's like this," she demonstrated by tilting her head onto her shoulder.

"Good girl!" Parvinder exclaimed. "Which shoulder is the head leaning on?"

"This one," Pepi said, putting her other hand on the right side of Annela's belly.

"Annela, Pepi can feel your baby. It's trying to come out sideways. I'm going to try moving it. All right, actually.

The girl grunted her agreement and braced herself while Parvinder put her hands firmly on the side of her belly and began pushing.

"Are you still feeling the head, Pepi?"

"Yes."

"Where is it?"

"Where it was before."

"Did I move it at all?"

"No, aunt Parvinder."

"All right, then you'll have to move it from inside. Can you do that?"

"I don't know how."

"Squeeze your hand around the head to the other shoulder and push the baby straight."

"I'll try."

"Brave girl. Go on."

Annela's contractions were pushing the baby flatter against her pelvis and squeezing Pepi's arm, but the girl eased her hand under the baby's head and felt for the other shoulder.

"I can feel it! I can feel the other shoulder."

"All right, Pepi, now push the baby straight."

"I'm pushing. I'm pushing."

"Is the headlining up?"

"I'm not sure."

"Is the head in line with your arm, no longer tilting?"

"Yes, it is, it is!"

"Good. Pepi, you can remove your hand. Gently! Annela, it's time for one last effort. Ezra's holding you. Erin, are you ready? Come on, Annela, push!"

They removed the stool, and Annela squatted. She pushed again, and this time, the baby's head was in the right place. The contractions did their work correctly. Ezra held her up by the arms; Erin knelt in front, ready with cloth towels. Parvinder leaned over and said:

"I can see the baby's crown, Annela; we're nearly there. Come on, a few more pushes."

Annela gritted her teeth. With huge screams and pain that almost made her faint, Annela pushed hard, and, at last, the baby came out, a crumpled, bloody, soaking bundle.

"It's purple!" Pepi cried.

"She's purple," Parvinder corrected as she took the girl out of Erin's hands and sucked the mucus out of the baby's nose, spitting it into the bucket. She rubbed the purple girl with the towel, and sure enough, she began breathing. Then she started crying.

"Well done, Angela. It's a girl!"

Still with the umbilical cord attached, Parvinder handed the child to Annela, placing her on a bare breast. The child's mouth closed over the nipple, and she became calm, held warm, skin-to-skin with her mother.

"It's not over yet," Parvinder warned. Annela didn't care. She felt elated when she held a new child, with a mother's unique euphoria.

"Well done, Darling," Ezra said. Annela looked up at him, too tired to talk, but strong enough to smile with pride.

Erin leaned over and kissed her.

Then, the last contractions came. Annela shut her eyes and gave a final push.

"Your penknife, please, Ezra," Parvinder said. After he'd made a strong red laser blade, he sliced through the umbilical cord, put the remnants in the bucket, and it was all over. They helped Annela onto the bed and
covered her with a blanket. She felt a chill, though it was still hot in the daytime.

Outside, the Woodlanders lined up to congratulate Annela and bring her water and food. Parvinder, still a stern Matron, sent them away, saying Annela needed at least an hour's rest. But ten minutes later, they were all back and eager to see their sister and her daughter. Checking that Annela was awake and didn't mind, Parvinder reluctantly allowed in one visitor at a time.

Ezra stayed in the hut. Parvinder wouldn't dream of asking him to leave. He sat beside the bed and brushed.

Annela's hair, congratulating her repeatedly and telling her to rest.

By dinnertime, Annela had slept well, though the black rings around her eyes testified to the effort she'd expended. She wanted to join the feast. After a quiet argument, she agreed to compromise and sit under a thick blanket with Erin and Ezra on the veranda.

Annela and Pepi were the toast of the feast, and although everyone was happy, the tribe was not as overjoyed as it should have been at the first new member of the tribe for eight years and perhaps the first child on their planet born without cloning in a century. Perceptive when she wanted to be, Mirselene quickly divined the reason: the expectation of a boy had been universal.

"Ladies!" she cried. "Why are you so silent tonight? We have a new Woodlander to welcome. Why aren't you lighting up the night sky with your torches and rattling the trees with your songs and dances? Who among us thinks a baby girl is not worth celebrating?"

That rallied them, and catching the spirit, the tribe had a merry hour, cheering Annela and her daughter, Pepi, and Ezra. "Thank you for the seed," they chanted, as did Mirselene's leadership. Then they sang and danced until it was time for bed.

The next day, Annela was confined again to her hut and its surroundings, which bored her, but Parvinder forced her to rest. A highlight was when Ezra came in from work. She had a question for him.

"Have you chosen a name for our daughter yet?" she asked.

"No. I assumed you'd name her."


To be continued