The Great Escape Chapter 23, Part 13 of 13

The Great Escape
Chapter 23, Part 13 of 13

"And does he love-love all his bedmates?"

"He would never admit it or show it, but there are some he loved more than others."

"And does he love-love you and Hazel?"

"Yes. Do you mind?"

"No."

"Really, no?"

"Really, no. Samothea, you're the most amazing woman in the galaxy."

He saw her frown.

"I guess you'll have to get used to hearing that. But it means that any man with any blood in his veins will fall in love with you. I'll have to get used to that."

The cove was a secret because it was a steep climb down from the cliff over rocks and down some natural steps, with the start of the track obscured by thick gorse. Jagged stones in the sea prevented boats from accessing the beach.

Ed found a stick to beat the bushes back, but the girls lifted their skirts, preparing to push through the grass. Clothes were precious to Samothea, and it was better to scratch their bare legs than to tear their cotton skirts.

There was some amusement as the lads decided the most gallant answer was to carry the girls through the gorse bush. So Ed lifted Hazel in his arms, and she held him around the neck as he pushed his way through. Rod carrying Wildchild, however, meant catching her first.

Hazel and Ed were already on the beach when Wildchild allowed Rod to catch her and pick her up in a fireman's lift. She didn't make it easy for him to carry her, laughing, kicking, and pummeling his back.

"Stay still, woman!" he said. "You'll tip us both over."

At last, Wildchild skipped across the grey, pumice-like volcanic sand, warm and soft in the afternoon sun, to join Hazel, who was already naked and standing in the sea, looking so mouth-wateringly gorgeous that Ed and Rod just stared at her.

Wildchild stripped off her clothes and folded them on a rock beside Hazel's. The girls had no shame about nudity. Wildchild ran naked and lovely into the inviting blue ocean.

When Wildchild turned and invited the boys to join them, she saw Rod's eyes move from Hazel to her. She smiled. He caught her look, smiled back, and understood: if she found her girlfriend beautiful and sexy, he should also do so.

"Can you swim?" Hazel asked the boys.

"We can."

"Then let's go swimming."

"Come on!" she called when the boys hesitated.

They were all naked and playing in the water a few seconds later. Typical of Wildchild, she wanted to race, so the lads had to swim their hardest to impress the girls.

Afterward, they lay on the beach to dry off.

The girls exchanged a few signs, and the Wildchild got up.

"Come on, Rod," she said. "Let's go to the other cove."

She had seen another inlet beyond a line of rocks fallen from the cliff. Rod happily followed her, getting aroused just from the view of her gorgeous legs, perky buttocks, and thin waist.

He glanced behind as they walked. Hazel was lying on Ed, kissing him passionately, her long blonde hair covering their heads and shoulders. Ed had one hand on her waist and, with the other, stroked her bottom and down a lovely thigh.

Getting to the inlet meant walking around a large boulder in the sea. They didn't get to the beach because Wildchild turned and pushed Rod against its flat side as soon as they rounded the boulder. She began kissing him.

He reacted instantly, his arms across her back, pulling her firmly into him, his hot hard cock flat against her stomach.

On the beach, Ed kissed down Hazel's neck and began to suck on one of her gorgeous tits.

She sighed happily and stroked his head. Her tits were firm and round. The upturned pink nipples were big with just the right sensitivity to get her sopping wet without causing discomfort, however much attention he gave them. He sucked on the other tit, feeling the strain in his cock.

Wildchild put her hand on Rod's cock as she kissed him hard and began to rub gently. She continued to rub as she kissed his shoulders, his ribs, he liked that, and down his belly to his proud upright tribute to her, red and hard.

She gave it an exploratory lick, twirling her tongue around the head. It was good. She put her mouth around the head and made a light suction, with another swirling lick. Rod groaned and did his best to stay calm.

Wildchild liked the effect she was having on him. She took more of his cock into her mouth and began to bob her head. He told her what a good job she was doing.

Ed released Hazel's tit, and she sat up, positioning herself over his thighs, his hot hard cock up against her tight stomach. She lifted her buttocks, placed his cock and sank slowly, enveloping his cock in her soaking pink pussy, with slow thrusts and a little wriggle.

It was beautiful. She felt the joy of the rub and stretch. She felt the passion of his pleasure in the grip of his hands on her waist and the sound of his groans. She began to buck slowly.

His mouth briefly returned to her tits and then he lay back. He pulled her head down so they could kiss. She sucked on his tongue and began to speed up her bucking.

Wildchild knelt in the sand to baste Rod's cock, bringing him onto the plateau. He ran out of words and just stroked her head as she bobbed.

Hazel was leaning back now, controlling the angle of his cock in her pussy, making long thrusts. Ed found her clitoris with his thumb in her fine blonde pubic hair and gently rubbed it in a circle. She moaned loudly from the extra buzz and bucked at the end of her thrusts.

Rod was good at making it last, but Wildchild was irresistible. He gently guided her back from his cock.

"My turn now," he said. With an arm around Wildchild's waist, he lifted and carried her to the beach. He lay her down on her back, knelt between her legs, pushed her thighs apart and lick and kissed her pussy.

He lapped gently at her labia, giving a tingling lick to her clitoris. The Wildchild raised her knees and arched her back. He worked well on her pussy and when she was moaning wildly, sucked her clitoris into his mouth and lashed it with his tongue. She came hard, gripping his head, thighs shaking, and bucking her pelvis.

Hazel was too lovely, too horny and sexy, for Ed to hold off for long. He started to buck, thrusting upward into her, neglecting her clitoris. He held her buttocks for a frantic minute until
it was all over, and he splurged out his juice up into her. She bucked a few more times until both stopped panting. Then she lay on him and they kissed.

"That was amazing, Hazel," he said. "I'm sorry I couldn't wait."

"I don't mind. I don't need to come to get pleasure from sex."

"You're amazing, Hazel! I love you!"

"I love you too, Edmundo!"

She began to kiss him again and, sure enough, his cock quickly recovered. He was good and hard in a minute, ready to go again.

She knelt on all fours with her bottom in the air, her face resting on her crossed arms in the warm sand, while Ed knelt behind her, held her waist, and thrust and thrust. This time she came, a powerful spasm that milked his cock of its load.

Rod used his finger to make Wildchild come again; then his mouth on her clit and his finger in her pussy, until she was numb from pleasure. She shut her eyes and went limp.

He kissed up her tight body, over her thin muscular stomach, her ribs and beautiful small tits, where he lingered a while, before passing via her neck and shoulders to her pretty mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly as they kissed. She crossed her legs over his back, and he positioned his stiff cock. She stuck her tongue in his mouth, and he pushed his cock into her.

Rod couldn't get enough of her. He held her tightly and thrust hard, wanting to take every ounce of pleasure from her and give her every ounce of his love. She rocked and gasped under his passionate fucking.

With a keening cry and a firm grip on his shoulder, Wildchild came, but Rod drove relentlessly on. She came again. She was at that point when every touch was electric. Her back arched, and her thighs shook. She felt the joy all over, shaking as if her body were elastic.

At last, Rod couldn't hold off any longer. With a last hard thrust and his mouth locked on hers, tongues pressed together, he felt the blank ecstasy, the rush of heat, and the release. He thrust a few more times while the tension ebbed, then he rolled them both over and held her above him, tightly around her waist, not letting her go.

After their third time, Hazel and Ed went for another swim, standing in the water up to their shoulders, holding each other and kissing.

Wildchild lay on Rod and stared into his pale blue eyes. She had a way of focusing, seeing straight into his soul, and knowing him thoroughly. But all she saw was love.

"You're perfect," he said.

"Hmm," she said.

"And amazing, and wonderful, and sexy and beautiful. I adore you."

"Hmm!"

"Samothea, I learned something from Angie today. She told me I don't put women on a pedestal. But here I am, putting you on a pedestal so high that I can barely reach to adore your feet. I'll worship you my whole life and never be worthy of you. What do you say to that? How stupid am I? Do you mind if I worship you?"

"I mind, but you won't worship me for long. It'll wear off. I'm good at a few things, like physics and flying."

"And sex."

"And sex," she agreed, "things I like doing. So do you think I'll still be on your pedestal when

I'm horny and begging for your cock?"

"Oh, God! And how! I can worship you and make love to you simultaneously."

"We'll see," she said, kissing him.

The girls were back at Danielle's in time for dinner, serenely happy. Yael could tell from their body language that they'd had incredible sex. The complete and detailed account she insisted on would have to wait for bedtime because Danielle wanted to go through the mission plan and the telemetry system of Sunrise with the girls if they were going to fly off with Tatiana the next day.

Danielle seemed satisfied that the mission was not as dangerous as it sounded, assuming that Tatiana was as skilled a pilot as Ezra said she was. When she was satisfied that the girls correctly understood the dangers of the mission, Danielle gave her blessing, and they went to bed with Yae to talk and, if they were lucky, to sleep.

The three girls lay naked together. Hazel and Wildchild snuggled Yael between them, and they talked in whispers. They told Yael their stories, every detail in technicolor glory, giving Yael as severe a case of the smooches as she'd ever felt.

The Wildchild suggested they make their lists to take her mind off Ryan. This was the list of the top ten things, excluding people they liked in the world.

"You go first, Goldilocks," she said to Yael.

"Sex, physics, hunting, dancing, classical music, air suits, horse-riding, clothes, shopping, and Ryan's cat Monty. Wildchild, your turn."

"Woman-sex, man-sex."

"Hey, that's unfair," Yael protested. "I haven't had woman sex. I just said 'sex.'"

"You can change your list after returning home," the Wildchild said. She continued with her list:

"Math, physics, dancing, air suits, shuttlecrafts, hunting, horse-riding, swimming. Your turn, Hazel."

"Woman-sex, man-sex, dancing, geology, shuttlecrafts, air suits, clothes, shopping, hunting, warm rain."

"Warm rain!" Yael said. "I was going to say, but I couldn't decide if I liked cats better."

The next day, the girls left with Tatiana. A few days later, Danielle saw off Annela, Freya, Edgar Fanshaw, the nurses, and Ezra at Ocean City Astroport. Soon afterward, she waved Yael off in the old shuttlecraft to Samothea. There were tears.

Returning with Roger to an empty and eerily silent flat, Danielle was depressed. Where was the laughter, the teases, the girlish mayhem? Where was the noise, the begging to do chores, the endless questions, the hugs and kisses? She could use her bathroom whenever she liked and sit on whatever chair she preferred, but Danielle missed the girls.

She was also depressed by contemplating the women of Samothea, whose future looked bleak.

Danielle meant to call Stephen Oakshott on Earth after Andrew Claydon's presentation, but she kept putting it off, not knowing what to say. The possibility of a million colonists on Samothea and the ruin of its peaceful and friendly society was too upsetting.

Another reason she avoided contacting her old boss was that she was no closer to solving the problem of finding the forced move that would make the new hyperdrive technology work with the Beltway junctions.

It was the day before she and Roger would leave for their holiday, and she couldn't put her duty off. Danielle placed the video call from her study, and Stephen answered immediately.

They discussed the accounts Andrew had presented. Danielle was unhappy with the position of the settler company.

"You know, I've sympathized with Outworld Ventures since they offered to compromise during the first arbitration hearing," she said, "but I can't support their current position. It means handing Samothea over to Earth for full colonization."

"Their projected costing is comprehensive," Stephen replied. "I think they're right. So, what are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know. What can I do? Earth and Outworld Ventures hold all the aces."

"I'm surprised at you, Goldrick. You've been away in academia too long. You've forgotten how to think like a business person. What do I always say?"

"Feed the eggheads!"

"No, the other thing."

"Six parts gin to one part vermouth?"

"You're thinking of my wife. Come on, Goldrick, you know my methods."

"Make them an offer."

"Make them an offer!" Stephen shouted, punching his hand. "Make Outworld Ventures an offer for Samothea!"

"That's absurd, Stephen! No one can own a planet."

"Yet two months ago, a Court of Equity said that Outworld Ventures was the rightful owner of Samothea. Of course, you can own a planet if you can afford one."

"How can I afford to buy Samothea?"

"Why not? How much do you think it's worth?"

"Well, Ezra's 5% finding fee was 100,000 Galactic pounds, so at least two million."

"And how much could you sell the new hyperdrive technology for?"

"Tens of thousands, maybe a hundred thousand."

"What if you fixed the Beltway problem: how much would it be worth then?"

"Oh, God! Millions. Ten million, maybe, over its lifetime."

"Of which 25% will be yours. So, you could buy Samothea yourself. You can have my quarter of the business as well."

"Nonsense, Stephen, that's the pay-off you've earned."

"It's just money, Goldrick. Besides, I'll do plenty of engineering work upgrading the Beltway junctions to your new system."

"If I solve the problem."

"When you solve the problem."

"All right, but the answer's still no to giving me your 25%. Anyway, I know this is a ruse to get me to work harder on the Beltway problem."

Stephen knew she was working as hard as she could. He said:

"It's summer on that barbarian world of yours, Goldrick. Isn't it time you took a holiday?"

"It is. Roger and I are leaving tomorrow."

"Good!" Stephen said." I hope your lucky husband is taking you somewhere to relax and stop worrying about Samothea and the Beltway problem. Give it time, the answers will come to you.

You've never failed me yet."



To be continued