The Great Escape Chapter 13, Part 8 of 8

The Great Escape
Chapter 13, Part 8 of 8

"Mint. It's supposed to taste fresh."

"I suppose it does. Let me try it again."

She kissed him for longer this time.

"Not bad," she judged. Then she climbed on him and got comfortable, kneeling astride him.

Megan had been his bedmate when he stayed with the Herders. She was twenty years old, a brunette of middle height with dark blue eyes like his; very pretty, thin, athletic, almost highly flexible, and lustful beyond belief. She was also playful and inventive. They'd had sex while sharing a horse and, during the orgies, in more positions than he could remember.

"I've missed you," she said.

"I've missed you too, Darling."

"Not as much, I bet. You've had other interests and distractions."

That was true. The only man on Samothea never wanted for bedmates. He'd had only two or three days without sex in the five weeks since he stayed with the Herders.

"Come on," she said, "get out of that cocoon and fuck me."

"No."

"Why not?"

"I haven't washed. I smell horse sweat and my sweat."

"I like it."

"Horse sweat?"

"Your sweat. I like your smell and taste."

"Why?"

"Because you smell like a man, not a woman, of course!"

"Of course," he repeated, as if it explained everything.

"Come on," she said, trying to reach inside the sleeping bag. "I haven't had it in weeks."

"I don't believe you!"

Megan was one of the horniest members of the horniest tribe on Samothea.

"Believe me," she said. "We don't have so many orgies since you left."

"Why not?"

"They're not quite the same. Not for me, anyway."

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"I never wanted to disrupt the lives of the women here. I don't want anything to change just because of me."

"You can't help it."

"I suppose not."

"Besides, things will return to normal eventually when they're not so fresh and new.

Meanwhile, if I were you, I'd make the most of it."

"I do pretty well."

"Yes, I know. On the surface, you're all politeness and charm, but underneath, you're like Solange: you get exactly what you want and don't let anyone stop you."

"I know you mean that as a compliment," he said.

"What else? Come on, Ezra, we've talked enough. Let's have sex!"

Her hand was in the sleeping bag now, and she could feel his hard cock.

"I know you want it," she said, rubbing her hand up and down its length. "You don't know how to resist."

That was true. Go beyond a certain point, and instinct takes over. He would be unable to stop.

She crawled up his sleeping bag and put her sweet tits in his face. For an athletic woman, she had good-size tits. He had to taste them, lick her nipples, and suck a mouthful of a beautiful mound with a tricky little nipple. She gave him the other tit to suck. Shaped like gumdrops, they were lovely to lick and suck. She responded sweetly and moaned with hunger.

Shuffling further up, she presented her pussy to his mouth. She didn't taste of horse sweat at all.

"You taste lovely, Darling," he said.

"Hmm," she replied.

He gave her clitoris a good tongue, varying the pressure and direction, using the tip of his tongue, then long strokes.

That got her buzzing. She leaned back and spread her legs, forcing him to come out of the sleeping back to continue tonguing her. He knelt before her, lifted her legs, and sucked on her clitoris.

Her sweet little bottom was pushed into the air. Her thin, athletic legs pinned her down in an easy but enjoyable stretch. His mouth was on her pussy, and she moaned deeply and loudly, catching her breath in between her moans.

After a few minutes, her wet pussy ached for a deeper touch. Still sucking on her clitoris, he pushed a finger into her tight little twat. He tried to remember what she liked and spent a few minutes exploring and testing with his finger, listening to her response.

She liked it when he flicked over the tendons along the sides of her vagina and moaned along

"Yes!"

He rubbed her G-spot quickly. She cried out, so he stopped and kept that for later.

Then he remembered. He pushed his forefinger in deeply and pulled down on the bottom of her vagina, giving her tight muscles a gorgeous stretch. She sighed deeply. He sucked hard on her clitoris at the same time as pulling down. She moaned urgently with every breath, getting wetter and more eager.

"Oh, God! That's beautiful," she gushed, grabbing his head by the hair.

She wriggled hard, trying to grind her pussy into his face.

He let her legs down, and she lifted her knees, arching her back to push her pelvis up. He added his middle finger and used two fingers to rub the sides of her vagina slowly, then turned them down and stretched her again.

She was soaking wet and leaking her juice into his mouth and down her buttocks. She started bucking.

"More, please, more!" she pleaded.

He turned his fingers up and flipped over the G-spot.

"That's good! God, that's good!" she moaned. "Yes, yes, yes! I'm going to cum. Oh, God! Yes!"

It was an intense orgasm that shocked her violently, making her pelvis buck frantically.

Afterward, she lay still for a minute, savoring the aftershocks as he sucked on her clitoris.

Sighing, she put her hand on his head, meaning she'd had enough.

After a few minutes' rest, she was breathing normally and ready for more.

"My turn," she said greedily, pushing him onto his back. Then she rode him, Herder style, like a cowgirl rising to the trot, sitting upright. Her firm, athletic legs easily kept up the rhythm. Her tight twat squeezed his cock with every thrust. When he judged she was close to Cumming again, he reached around and rubbed a finger against her asshole.

"Oh, God!" she moaned.

He pushed the finger in.

"Bloody hell!" she said.

He started fucking her asshole with his finger. She came - screaming - with a shudder and a pulsating vagina. He finger-fucked her arse more. She came sweetly with a hiccough again but never stopped pumping her pelvis.

His cock was hot and straining. "God, I'm close," he said through strained teeth.

She rode him faster. They breathed together, panting. He held her by the hip with one hand, his middle finger fucking her arsehole. Her hands were on his shoulders, giving her leverage to thrust to fuck him as hard as she could.

Her long hair fell over them both as her pelvis shook again, and she bent down to kiss him. It was his time as well. He groaned as the final few thrusts brought them both off in a sweaty, frantic spasm, gasping and grunting.

As they lay together, she threaded her fingers through his hair.

"That was wonderful, Darling. Thank you," she said.

"I'm truly blessed; this is a real paradise," he answered.

"Why do you say that?"

"On Earth, it's men who chase women and beg them for the favor of sex. Here, it's you women who seduce me and then thank me afterward. That sounds like paradise."

"If you're in paradise, then I must be an angel," she laughed.

"No question about that. You're exactly what an angel should be like."

He pulled her up, and they kissed goodnight.

"Hmm. Not so minty now," she said as she snuggled up against him to go to sleep.

The next day, they rode north, eating up the miles to Cloner City. When they were only an hour from their destination, Megan steered them to a small stream. Here, they bathed. Now that he could be clean and presentable, Ezra took it with both hands. He changed his underwear and gave his quick-drying shirt a good wash.

Curiously, however, although he'd charged up his shaver, he'd not yet used it to remove the three-month growth of beard he'd acquired since Odette, the Mariner girl, had shaved him.
Drying himself off with a salvaged towel, Ezra saw Megan looking at him.

"What do you think? Keep the beard or shave it off?"

"Keep it, of course. It feels nice."

"It itches and traps food."

"If you want the Cloners to fall in love with you, you'll keep it."

"Why would I want that?"

"Who knows, mystery man? Who knows?"

"Come on, angel, let's get going."

As they ascended a hill in the late morning, they could hear the noise of the Cloner Fair in the distance: the wild shouts of children playing and the hubbub of older women haggling, gossiping, and generally enjoying the fun of Market Day at the Cloner Fair.

Megan grinned at him and sped up, eager for her first sight of the festivities. He followed behind. With lots to think about and discuss - and, doubtless, even more to learn - he prepared himself finally to meet the Cloners, the most respected, envied, and feared tribe on Samothea.



To be continued