The Great Escape Chapter 12, Part 5 of 10

The Great Escape
Chapter 12, Part 5 of 10

He stopped again, pulled out, and raised her other leg, pushing her onto her back, her bum at the edge of the bed, her legs up his body, held together at the ankles. There was a position she loved because he usually hit the G-spot with every thrust. Now he worked her a little more complicated, speeding up, guided by her moaning cries, his thumb between her legs, flicking over her clitoris.

"Yes! That's good! That's good!" she wailed. "Just like that!"

Her encouraging cries tailed off into incoherent moans as, this time, it was sure she would make it to the end. Crisp and needy chirrups were the sign she was close. He left her clit alone and bent her knees so her feet were flat on his chest, pushing up her bum a little and giving her a stretch.

He thrust faster. The tension was irresistible for him as well. There was no stopping either of them now. His hard drilling jolted and rocked her.

Finally, the peak, so long delayed, arrived and erupted, shaking her thighs, clamping her pussy muscles on his cock in rhythmic pulses. She yelped and went quiet. Hot joy coursed over her skin. Her pulse beat in her ears.

He kept up the rhythm. She gasped and shook again. A splash of her squirt dribbled down her buttocks. Another sodden climax made her cry out. Then he cried out as well and made his final thrust, gripping her tightly, his load of tension released in splurges as the barely bearable pleasure boiled up and slowly melted away.

They stayed in place, breathing heavily, letting the tension ebb; then she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her. He lay on her, and she raised her mouth to his for a satisfying kiss. Afterward, she smiled at him.

"Auto drive?" she said sweetly.

"Auto drive," he agreed.

After a short rest, they started again. She sat astride him, took his cock in, and swiveled her pelvis, making slow figures of eight, rubbing her clitoris over his pubic hair. When she wanted more friction, she bucked straight up and down. After some time, she raised herself to a squatting position and rocked back and forth on his cock.

As before, they change position every so often. From the cowgirl stance, she leaned backward to give a stretch to his cock, supporting herself on her arms and thrusting with her pelvis. Then she sat sideways on him for a while and swiveled before turning her back to him and riding him, leaning toward his feet.

From here, she performed a gymnastic move she'd never tried before. She stretched her legs out almost to the splits, lay on him still facing his feet, and moved only her pelvis. This position got her off with a noisy climax. Her legs shook, and she squealed with pleasure.

Afterward, she climbed on him again, lying on her back, legs apart, bent at the knees, feet flat on the bed. She guided his cock into her pussy and began to buck. He could thrust from underneath, so they shared the workload. She let her head drop back and turned it so they could kiss.

The position hit the spot for her. She changed the angle slightly by pushing herself up on her arms, making a crab pose, and thrusting with her whole body. A viewer from the side would have found it irresistibly erotic: her thick blonde hair cascading onto the bed; the wobble of her big tits topped by toothsome pink nipples; her thin waist and taut belly, glistening with sweat; her white pelvis beating out the rhythm; and her succulent pink pussy, filled with hard cock.

She came again and again. Only good insulation prevented her ecstatic cries from disturbing her neighbors as she reached her crisis moments. Every position brought her off, one way or another.

The lovers went for an hour or so, fucking slowly. Roger held off coming by stopping between every change of position. When he did come at last, it was in one of their favorite positions. He sat upright on the bed, knees raised, and she sat in his lap. They worked their pelvises together as he sucked on her tits, and she held his shoulders.

She came first, and her convulsions set him off, milking his cock of its load in joyful spasms.

Then they lay together, breathing heavily, sweaty and glowing.

Having performed heroically and come twice, Roger needed a rest. Danielle was in a dreamy state, fulfilled and warmly relaxed. Unable to remember how many times she'd come, she bathed in the adoration of a man whose life seemed dedicated to pleasing her.

After resting for fifteen minutes, she got up. Having missed lunch, it was a good idea to rebuild their strengths with some dinner. Leaving Roger semi-conscious, Danielle went to the kitchen and heated the food.

She woke him, and they ate slowly, sitting at the high kitchen table in their bathrobes. Then came dessert. There was only one: a small pot of fruity ice cream. Roger had made it, but Danielle insisted on having a taste.

"You should have ordered your own," he said. "You can have a spoonful, but no more."

"All right."

"I'll choose the spoon."

She pouted in protest that he didn't trust her.

"And I'll feed you."

She smiled contentedly.

He dug out a spoonful and brought it to her mouth. She ate it in a sensual, almost lascivious way, with such pleasure that he said, "All right, you can have another spoonful." He fed her again, and she licked her lips.

"Yum!" she said, which he knew was feminine for "more."

He fed her a third time, and now a large mouthful was left for him. He started offering it to her, but when she opened her mouth, he swiveled the spoon and dropped the ice cream down her front, through the gap in her robe, onto her bare tits.

"Now look what I've done," he said, pulling the robe apart to get to the melting desert with his mouth. It took him a few minutes to lick all the ice cream off, mainly because he licked in places the ice cream hadn't fallen, but that was all right: Danielle adored having her tits adored.

It was clear that food and rest were beginning to invigorate him, so Danielle left her robe in the kitchen and led him by hand to the shower, where they washed each other and dried in a blast of hot air.

She lit the candles in the bedroom and got herself ready for the final two hours before midnight, including fetching a lubricant tube from the cabinet. She put it on the bed, saying:

"I want us to do everything we did before dinner, but stick it up my bum this time."

"Very happy to oblige, my lady."

They kissed and were warmly entwined when her dampness showed she was ready for more.

He got her to kneel on the bed, pushing her bottom up in the air.

He eased her into it with liberal dollops of lube on his fingers, tenderly rubbing around her tight, small hole. She shut her eyes and relaxed to the delicious sensation as he pushed a finger gently in and twisted it, smearing around a thick layer of cool gel. Soon, he had two fingers in, and she breathed deeply, sighed, and encouraged him.

She loved anal sex because the slight pain at first made her feel submissive. Also, the rub on the nerves in her vagina softened. She took longer to climax, building slowly, which made her orgasms last longer. But the main reason she liked anal so much was because Roger liked it. They were attuned uniquely now so that her pleasures enhanced his and enriched hers.

Danielle went on top again. He was flat on the bed. She squatted over him. With a gasp and some un-lady-like grunts, she enveloped his cock in her tight hole and began to ride him. Now, she squealed as the pleasure grew. She changed to a kneeling position, then belly to belly, as before, changing position every few minutes.

Roger's third orgasm came when she was on her back on the bed, her bottom supported by a pillow, her legs in a wide V pointing upward. He knelt in front and held her thighs in his arms as he thrust to the finish into her arse. Her head hung backward over the edge of the bed, where the blood rushed to her brain, making her dizzy but also empowering her orgasm, spreading and deepening its impact. She had a series of the softest and most tingling orgasms of her night before he finally came with a groan and a sense of relief that he did finish before he collapsed from exhaustion.

After a good rest and some incoherent talk, it was time for the big finish; with a generous lube application, they started the fourth quarter in a 'reverse missionary' position.

Danielle was on her front, leaning up on her forearms, legs spread wide across the corner of the bed, her back arched steeply. Roger pumped her arse hard from behind. The sharp angle pressurized the walls of her vagina to graze her G-spot and press her clitoris into the bed for another deep and luscious orgasm with a satisfying squirt.

They ended the night in their favorite position again. She sat in his lap, and they thrust their pelvises together while he gave her tits the sucking they deserved. She came first, gripping him tightly while the convulsion lasted, her thighs shaking involuntarily. When he came in her arse soon after, it felt almost the same to her as when he came in her pussy. She sat on him a good while, bucking her pelvis, rubbing her clit against him, enjoying aftershocks even after he had gone soft.

They sat together, holding each other tightly, content and warm. Danielle recovered first.

"I've had an idea, Darling," she said, pushing him backward so she could lie to him.

"Mm," was all he could manage to say.

"We need a new rule."

"You and your rules!" he protested.

"If Friday night is oral sex night, then Saturday night should be anal sex night."

He held her tightly.

"I love you and your rules!"

Wedding plans and loads of science

At a quarter past midnight, Roger was fast asleep, enjoying a well-deserved rest, but Danielle was still energized. She had another shower, sat in her bathrobe in the living room, and called her mother on the communicator. A minute later, the 3D image of Mariotta Goldrick sat before her, all elegance and comfortable refinement in her beige dress, gloves, and pearls, made up for lunch with some girlfriends.

It was an early afternoon in Perth on a warm day.

"Hello, Darling. I wasn't expecting a call until later."

"I've got some good news, Mum. Do you have time? Is Dad there?"

"He's out all day, and I've got half an hour before lunch - longer, depending on your news. Go ahead, Darling. What do you have to say?"

"Roger proposed."

"Oh, how wonderful!"

"And I accepted him."

"Well, of course you did. Why don't you tell me all about it?"

"First, promise me you won't tell Dad. I want to tell him myself."

"Don't worry, Sweetie. I'll tell him to expect a call from you. Now give me the story."

Ten minutes later, Mariotta remembered her lunch appointment and interrupted the conversation to call her friends and say not to expect her.

When her mother returned, Danielle continued, "There's something else. That's why I don't want a big wedding. You remember the job on Celetaris I mentioned?"

Her mother nodded, fearing the worst.

"Well, I'm taking it."

"Oh, Darling! But it's so far away."

"Only three days."

"Three whole days!"

"You're five hours away now, and it's just the other side of the planet. Three days isn't so much to go 170 light-years."

"I know, Darling, but there's all the medical tests and the week of quarantine the colonies demand, even before you leave Earth. I can't just nip on a strato-liner and be with you and my grandchildren whenever I feel like it."

"Mum, you never come to England unless Dad brings you. You always say it's too cold."

"Well, it is cold and wet."

"And what do you mean 'grandchildren'?"

"A mother can hope, can't she? ... On that matter, what about Roger? Is he happy to go with you?"

"He's not coming straight away. He's got a project to finish on Earth first, then he'll join me."

"Hmm."

"Out with it, Mum. What does 'Hmm' mean?"

"I mean that long-distance relationships don't often work, Darling."

"We'll be married, Mum. It's different."

Mariotta remained skeptical but kept her own counsel.

Half an hour later, they were still arguing. Mariotta considered Danielle and Roger's preference for a small family wedding odd and unworthy of serious consideration. However,
Danielle was as stubborn as her mother, and, after all, she was the bride, so Mariotta acquiesced in good grace with the promise of a genuinely splendid, 'real' wedding party a year later.

Her psychic powers nonetheless sensed something Danielle wasn't saying, something troubling her.

"What is it, Darling? I agree to the small family ceremony, so what's the matter?"

"It's Ezra. I always imagined he'd be at my wedding."

"I know, Sweetie, but it will be a nice surprise for him when he returns. Besides, he might get back in time for the real party."

"Mum, I don't want to worry you, but oddly, we haven't heard anything from him yet. It's more than a year since he left Earth. We have to face the possibility that he's run into trouble. Even if he missed his target, he has communications probes to send an emergency signal. We
should have heard something by now, whether he arrived safely or not."

"I'm not worried, Dear." This was true; Mariotta rarely worried. "Ezra's always falling into adventures. He's probably too busy having fun to call us. Remember Liliana, whatever her name was?"

"Tatiana Ludmilla Tchernekova."

Danielle remembered the name because it had such a musical sound. It was one of Ezra's early missions, a near-disaster that turned out so well for him that he earned a promotion and a pay rise. She was aged twelve. It was a summer when she had pigtails and braces and never took off her dungarees. She remembered sitting on the edge of her seat at dinner while he told the story. She lived his adventure with him, sharing all the dangers. He always spoke fondly of his Russian friend.

"Did you ever see a photo of Tatiana?" Danielle asked.

"No, I don't believe so."

"I met her once. She looks like a matryoshka, and she was twice his age when they worked together."

"Really? Lucky Ezra. There are plenty of things I could teach a man half my age. Young men don't know how to go slowly. They're too impatient. And young women are too self-conscious to say anything."

Danielle was once again shocked by how her mother's mind worked. She never imagined that Ezra had a sexual relationship with the woman he considered his mentor. Luckily, she was used to her mother.


To be continued