The Great Escape Chapter 17, Part 2 of 8

The Great Escape
Chapter 17, Part 2 of 8

Danielle met Roger and his film crew at Ocean City Astro port. They managed to bundle the film crew into a taxi to a hotel and took her jet car for the hour-long journey to her apartment in Art City. Though they had things to tell each other, there was no chance to talk because they leaped on each other as soon they got into the car. She returned his passionate kiss, holding him tightly, pressing her tongue into his mouth, but with the presence of mind enough to press the button that made the windows opaque. Then she lay back into the wide seat and pulled him on top of her, wrapping her legs over his waist.

They didn't undress; they loosened their clothing in the right places. Roger's cock was rock-hard in seconds, and Danielle was wet and ready even before he took a mouthful of tit and sucked hard.

"Oh, God! Darling. I can't wait!" she cried, and he plunged his cock into her.

"God! God! Oh, God! That's wonderful, Darling. My God, I've missed you!"

That was the last coherent thing she said for a while as she lost herself in the uncontrollable lust, holding his head to her tit and bucking her pelvis wantonly in time with his urgent thrusts.

She moaned deeply and arched her back, stiffening and holding her breath as the first jolt of an orgasm careered over her body, shaking her thighs. It was a foothill, not the mountain peak. She stiffened again and cried out, her head back, her eyes tight shut while her legs shook and her pussy spasmed.

She climbed to another climax - more vigorous, more intense - but Roger couldn't last long.

Breathing heavily, another dozen hard thrusts and it was all over for him. He kissed her hard as he pumped his seed deep into her thrusting body. The peak came like a dam burst, a flood of pleasure and a release from months of tension.

He lay gently on her, brushing her hair, kissing her lightly.

They chatted for a bit as their breathing and heart rates settled down. Danielle did most of the talking, expressing the wifely concerns she'd promised to avoid, but Roger looked thin and tired.

"I'm fine," he assured her, "and I'm ready for more. Come on."

Danielle was ready herself, not having quite reached a second peak. She climbed on him, and they kissed until she felt the welcome prodding on her thigh when she maneuvered herself to envelope his cock. Then she rode him all the way home.

They never left the bedroom all the next day and were happy but sore in just the right places when they returned to Ocean City for Roger's interview with the President. Then, they parted for another three months, concentrating on their work to stifle their longing.
In the forest

On Samothea, approximately the same time Roger left Celetaris, Ezra strode into the forest with a water bladder slung over a shoulder and a small pouch of red clay tied to his belt.

It had been three days since he'd visited the Forest Camp to check on Annela's health.

Thankfully, she was recovering well. Her dizziness had not recurred, and her headache was clearing up. Now, he was off to the meeting place to light the beacon and wait for Solange.

The clay was put on the fire to send an orange smoke signal.

When he was some miles from the camp, he crossed a glade bordered by clumps of bushes.

As he crossed, two pairs of crafty eyes secretly observed him, well-concealed from within the thicket.

The hidden watchers let Ezra get a hundred feet away, emerged from their hides, and silently followed him. They carried their weapons low and communicated only by hand signals.

A mile further on, Ezra emerged into another glade. As he did so, he heard a whoosh and a thwack. Alarmed, he swung around. Ten feet behind him, an arrow was embedded in a tree, quivering with spent energy.

He turned again to see where the arrow was shot from, and he was attacked. Something - neither beast nor man - leaped on his back with a high-pitched shriek and clung around his neck. Instinctively, he tried to shake it off.

"Hold still," his assailant said in a gruff, menacing voice. "You're our prisoner. We've captured you."

"The hell you have!" he exclaimed. "Who are you?"

"Are you going to come quietly?" she asked, "Or do I have to cut your throat?"

Her disguised voice was familiar, but he was disoriented. Something was pressing against his neck, and he stood still.

"That's better," she said. "And no reaching for your penknife."

Ezra pulled his hand out of his pocket, but he was suspicious. The woman clinging to him was very light and not particularly strong. He spun around and twisted away. His attacker was easy to dislodge. She began to fall. Ezra grabbed her and held her at arm's length.

"Tamar!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing, and why are you covered in leaves? Good God, girl! You're naked!"

She laughed.

"I'm camouflaged."

"You're very well camouflaged," he admitted. "I didn't see you at all, nor Carlin. I assume she was the deadly assassin who shot at me."

Carlin emerged from her hiding place, smiled at him, and brandished her bow. She was also naked but smothered in mud, leaves, and grass.

"Thank you both for scaring me half to death," Ezra said. "My life was too settled."

He let Tamar down. She was still holding the short stick that she'd pretended with a touch more realism than he thought necessary was a knife at his throat.

"Why are you both naked?"

"We were out hunting pigeons," Tamar explained. "We stripped naked and dived into a mud pit, and then we rolled in leaves and grass so we could be invisible and sneak up on them. But we saw you and decided to track you instead."

"Where are you going?" Carlin asked.

"To the meeting place, to summon Solange."

"Are you leaving today?"

"No, I need to tell her I'm staying here for the rest of the month."

"I'm glad," Tamar said. "Now you can have sex with Aunt Adarna. She's been waiting patiently, and Mum wants you and her to be bedmates. Will you? She's very sexy. She's got big tits."

"Big tits aren't sexy," Carlin said.

"Sure, they are," Tamar said. "Isn't that right, Ezra? Big tits are better."

"I'm sorry to disagree with you, Tamar, but there's no better or worse with breasts. They're all beautiful."

Tamar wasn't convinced but smiled to herself.

She and Carlin walked with Ezra for a few minutes toward the meeting place, but the pigeons in the canopy taunted them with their cooing, and soon, they decided to continue their pigeon hunt. Gaily saying goodbye to Ezra, they skipped into the forest, arrows loaded on their bows, and were soon invisible, camouflaged against the leafy bush.

Ezra lit the fire at the meeting place and threw on the thick, earthy powder to make orange smoke. Then he set to chop firewood for the store with the old stone axe the Woodlanders left there.

By the time he heard hoofs, he'd worked up a good sweat and replenished the stock of firewood. He looked up, and there was Glynn, a blonde Herder trotting up to the meeting place, looking warily on either side, her spear ready.

When she saw Ezra alone, she stowed her spear and strolled, calling him as she approached.

"Hello, what's the emergency?"

"No emergency," Ezra said. "It's a signal for Solange."

He explained his agreement with Solange that he would light the signal when he was ready to be picked up by the Herders.

"All right, then. Climb up. I'll give you a lift."

"I'm sorry, Glynn, but I've decided to stay with the Woodlanders. I'll come and join you,

Herders, next month. Can you tell Solange this, please?"

"I can. Is that all?"

"No. One more thing. This is important. When I visited the Cloner City, I suggested to the three chiefs that the Cloners could have the Emergency Escape Pods from my ship in exchange for their help, but the Cloners couldn't help me, and now the Cloners mustn't get them. Tell Solange she's not to remind the Cloners about the pods."

Ezra had never given a woman on Samothea an order before, except during sex, and here he was giving orders to the chief of the fractious Herder tribe, the proudest leader of the proudest women.

Glynn was a little shocked. She couldn't guess why it was so important to him, but Ezra sounded passionate, so she nodded and agreed to pass on his message.

"Anything else?" she asked hopefully, but Ezra didn't see the hint, so she shook his head. With a rueful smile to herself, Glynn pulled her horse around.

"I was traveling with the tribe to the Northern Camp when we saw your signal," she said. "If Solange also saw your signal, then I'll probably bump into her on my way. Will you wait for her?"

"No. Glynn, please apologize to Solange for causing her an unnecessary journey. I'll see you all in a month."

Back at Forest Camp, Ezra spoke to Annela and then Mirselene, gaining the agreement of one and the ready approval of the other to take Adarna as his bedmate that month.

Then he went to prepare the Honeymoon Lodge, clearing acorns out of the water butt, shaking out the mattress, and making minor repairs to the window shutters.

Some roof rafters seemed flimsy, but he judged they would last for now. He planned to replace all the banana-leaf roofs with wooden tiles, but the Lodge was not urgent and could wait.

Ezra was relieved that Annela was feeling much better. She had no repeat of her fall, nor even any light-headedness, but she was sorry he wouldn't be sharing her bed. She was still not up for sex, but the last three nights, when he held her warmly, or she slept with her head resting on his chest while Freya was snuggled safe and sound between them, were extremely happy for her.

That Ezra was content to sleep with her without wanting sex was a special delight. More than his whispered confessions of love, this confirmed how he felt to her. Annela smiled happily and let him go. Besides, she liked Adarna, who was calm and helpful without any pretensions.

That day, Adarna was part of a foraging party, harvesting figs with Eloise, Sharne, and Dagma.

The two ex-miners enjoyed this task because the figs grew beyond a stand of broad-leafed trees, watered by a small stream deep enough to bathe in. Underneath the trees, it was damp, calm, and dark.

Leaf-mulch turned the rivulet brown, but a hot body could get relief from a dip in its cool water on the way back to the camp.

Eloise and Adarna, used to the cold, dry winds of the White Mountains, took a long time to acclimatize to the warm, damp lowland forest. Eloise's love for her daughter made her endure the heat and humidity. For Adarna, it was her friend's love and affection for her new tribe and, just as strongly, the prospect of bearing a child of her own.

Eating packed lunches in the shade of the trees and bathing in the cool stream on a hot, airless afternoon was one way to make forest life more comfortable. Now that Sharne and Dagma were suffering the heat from advanced pregnancy, they often joined them, making a cheerful foursome who were content to walk in friendly silence, a characteristic of Eloise entirely at variance from her lively, voluble daughter and to rest naked in the pool, letting the bubbling water carry their excess heat away downstream.

As the women lay relaxing in the cool water, their clothes left by the large stack of harvested figs on the riverbank, there was a scream. Two human missiles landed in the pool, detonating water everywhere. Carlin couldn't jump into the water without screaming at Tamar. They splashed about, swimming and writhing to dislodge the caked-on dirt from their skins.

"Yael!" Eloise exclaimed. "Did you have to frighten us all?"

"Sorry, Mum," she laughed.

"Come here, let me wash you. Sit still, girl. You've got mud everywhere!"

"You're tickling me!"

"Then sit still."

Carlin made less fuss. She patiently allowed Dagma to wash her back.

As the women combed their hair after the bath, Tamar and Carlin described their day and shared hopeful news for Adarna.

At the feast that night, when Mirselene announced the new arrangement, there was the usual chorus of good wishes for Adarna's eggs and Ezra's sperm before the couple retired to the

Lodge carrying extra supplies of food and fresh linen.

They chatted about inconsequential things on the way, skirting around the obvious subject.

Ezra's experience with Urulla, when his silence had almost spoiled their first night together, had taught him to be more engaging, but it didn't come naturally, and soon, he ran out of small talk. It would be an awkward situation anywhere, taking a woman, not a prostitute he barely knew, away for sex. What should he talk about?

Adarna had the answer. A confident woman in her early thirties, she knew exactly what she wanted from their time together.

"I can't tell you how much I've been looking forward to this, Ezra," she said. "It's all I've been thinking about for ages."

"Well, that doesn't pressure me at all."

She laughed.

"I see what you mean. No, it shouldn't. I know you won't disappoint me, regardless of what happens. It will be the best sex I've had in years."

"How can you know that?"

"Because I haven't had sex in years."

That indeed broke the ice and got them talking about the pertinent topic.

"I don't want to pry," he said, "but are you saying there's a problem between you and Eloise? It doesn't seem that way to me."

"Nothing like that. Eloise and I are just as much in love as we've always been, but we're also just a normal couple. Unfortunately, this is how it is with women - most of us. For the first year that we're bedmates, we can't keep our hands off each other, having sex at least once a day.

After a year, it's down to a few times a week. After two years, it's once a week. Then once a month, then a few times a year, and, finally, once a year, if you're lucky. I haven't been fortunate."

"I didn't know that. Can you tell me why?"

"I don't know exactly, but I think there are two important factors. One is that the less sex you have, the less sex you want."

"It's different for men, at least for me," Ezra said. "The less we have sex, the more we want it.

Sex starvation is hard to endure and gets worse with time."

"That makes sense, biologically," Adarna agreed. "It also explains what your other bedmates have told me: that the more they have sex with you, the more they want it."

Ezra was very pleased.

"What's the second factor?" he asked.

"The partner with the higher sex drive doesn't want to keep pestering her lover because she doesn't want to be a nuisance or be rejected. It's easier not to ask. It's like the neutral position."

"I see. So, what effect will our month together have on you and Eloise?"



To be continued