Every Man's Fantasy Ch. 03

He resolved that when his arm was better, he would build an earth-closet for the tribe east of the camp, so the prevailing wind would waft the odour away. This was the least he could do to earn his keep. If he could salvage his laser and plasma tools from his ship, he could build a new crapper in an afternoon; with his digger and bulldozer, he could build a new camp in a week! That was a pipe-dream, however: an earth closet was possible.

When Ezra returned to the camp, he was greeted by his lovely nurse and eight other Woodlanders, led by the commanding presence of Mirselene, their chief.

"Good day, Ezra," Mirselene said. "I hope you have rested well."

"Thank you, Madam," Ezra replied. "I did sleep well. ... I am grateful to you for my lodging and medical treatment," he added, more formally than he intended.

"It is nothing, Ezra," Mirselene said with a smile, "we are happy to have you. Come and meet us all."

The tribeswomen presently in camp lined up to be introduced to Ezra. He smiled and nodded at each one as Mirselene mentioned her name. Later, with Annela's help, Ezra would learn their names, ages and relationships properly but, for now, it was a blur. It didn't help that he was starving hungry. As the women gabbled questions at him, his ever-watchful nurse motioned to Mirselene, who held up her hand to check the curious women again.

"That's enough, Ladies. Ezra can tell us his story at the feast tonight. For now, Ezra, come to my hut and have some food. I expect you're hungry."

He gratefully obeyed and sat at the table on the dais in front of the hut. Annela sat next to him on one side and Parvinder sat on the other side. Casti and Lenta, the other two matrons, who were doing the cooking, were also invited.

"We won't make you talk any more until you have filled your belly," Mirselene said.

"Thank you, Madam," Ezra said, "but I have a question of my own. Where are Wildchild and Tamar?"

"Ah! I had to inflict schooling on those errant youths." She listed their crimes. "Now Tamar is in Sharne's hut helping Pepi read and Wildchild is with Carlin having an archery lesson."

Ezra was much amused by Mirselene's account of his friends' misdemeanours and their denouement.

"It is good of you to put up with us."

"Be assured, Ezra Goldrick, you are all three welcome to stay with us for as long as you like. We will find appropriate work for you all."

"Madam!" It was Annela who exclaimed. "Ezra is our guest!"

"No, you're right, Madam," Ezra replied. "A man should earn his keep. There is plenty of work I can do, especially when my arm has healed. In fact, I already have some idea of what I can do to help."

Mirselene exercised her one fault, so far as Annela was concerned: she beamed her 'told you so' smile and looked smug.

"Your first job will be to tell us your story at the feast this evening."

Ezra nodded his acquiescence.

Food had been prepared while they talked and plates brought for everyone, so that Ezra should not feel awkward eating alone. As he had survived two days on the same rations as a pair of underfed teenage girls, however, it was not likely that awkwardness would prevent him eating his fill.

After two platters of food and eight cups of water, Ezra's eating slowed. He stopped himself asking for a third plate only because he noticed the look on the faces of the woman around him, who had never seen how much a hungry man could gulp down. He did not want to appear greedy; and he had seen from the thinness of most of the Woodlanders that rich food was not abundant in the forest.

With a sigh and his compliments to the cooks, Ezra reluctantly pushed his plate away and relaxed back into his seat, claiming to be replete.

While Ezra relaxed at her table, Mirselene told Parvinder to look at his wounds. The elderly Indian woman dampened the bandage over the cut on his head, peeled it gently back, took a close look at the wound and seemed satisfied. Then she gently undid the bandage on Ezra's arm, dampening it where the ointment had dried. She sniffed the dressing, felt the wound with hard cold fingers, squeezed and twisted his arm quite roughly, which made Ezra wince. She studied the colour of the bruise (purple, almost black, with yellow edges) and stayed silent a moment.

"Your work is competent," she declared at last to Annela. "Also, you're right to say it's not broken, just badly sprained. Which ointment did you use?"

Annela told her.

"It's a good compound. You can continue with it."

Ezra had not realised that Annela was the pupil until he saw the pleasure on her pretty face from Parvinder's compliment.

With Parvinder satisfied, so was Mirselene. She declared late-lunch over and remained in her hut with the matrons for a discussion while Annela led Ezra back to her hut to reapply ointment to his head, to re-bandage his arm and tie it up again in a sling. Sitting on a chair outside Annela's hut, knowing his stomach and his wounds were well taken care of, Ezra relaxed and enjoyed the warm sunny day in the luxuriant forest.

Annela took her place at her loom and began to weave.

As Ezra looked at the camp, the dappled sunlight etched bright spots on the rustic benches and sturdy huts, under whose awnings those women occupied during the hottest part of the day sat working. A gentle wind waved the branches in the high canopy and the contented hens clucked, settling backward into the ash-heap as a heat-haze rose from the dry ground of their run. There was quiet, except for the chirruping of some birds and the gentle swish and clack of Annela's busy loom.

* * *

While Ezra was stuffing himself with lunch, Carlin and Wildchild had begun their archery lesson. They shot in the forest because it was too hot in the unshaded meadow and because the trees made convenient nearby targets for their small supply of arrows. Needless to say, Wildchild was a natural, picking up the quirks of the weak short bow and the misshapen arrows almost at once.

"The practise arrows are badly made and don't fly straight," Carlin explained; "but the best arrows are not much better. That's why I lure pigeons onto the forest floor with seed. Then I run out to scare them, so Dagma and Sharne can shoot into a whole bunch taking off at the same time. Hunting ducks is harder because they won't bunch like pigeons."

Wildchild was now reasonably accurate at close quarters, so Carlin took her further into the forest, where she could try shooting arrows a long distance across a small clearing. Soon Wildchild could compete with Carlin, shooting from one end of the glade to the other.

There was not much else Carlin could teach Wildchild: the rest was practise and learning the quirks of the bow, so Carlin said:

"Do you want to see something beautiful?"

Wildchild nodded.

"Then follow me. But we have to be silent and can't be seen."

Wildchild followed Carlin at a trot deeper into the forest. It wasn't long before they were approaching the stand of banana plants where Dipti and Urulla had gone to harvest fruit. The bananas were in a well-lit clearing in the forest, up a slight hill covered with tropical ferns.

As they neared the edge of the clearing, Carlin dropped down to crawl through the ferns on her belly. Wildchild did likewise. They stopped and lay on their fronts, their view obscured by a some fronds.

Carlin indicated to Wildchild that she was going to pull a frond away, so they could see. Wildchild nodded.

There, across the small clearing, at the edge of the banana plantation, beside a stack of large green bananas, were two figures, Dipti and Urulla, sitting on a make-shift bed of banana leafs and ferns.

They were kissing facing each other, legs intertwined. Dipti's hand was under Urulla's tunic, cupping on one of her breasts. With her other hand, she pushed Urulla's skirt up to caress her thigh. Urulla had her hands in Dipti's long straight hair and sucked on her lower lip.

While they kissed like this for some minutes, their secret voyeurs got comfortable, lying silently in the thick undergrowth.

Dipti undid Urulla's tunic and slowly pulled the top down over the girl's shoulders, sweetly stroking Urulla's breasts with her finger-tips as she gently eased the top further down,. She kissed down Urulla's neck to her throat, then to her breasts and gently licked an erect nipple. Urulla shut her eyes and held Dipti's head. Soon, however, she pushed Dipti away from her tit. Urulla's nipples were extra-sensitive when hard and she was learning to be more assertive and stop her lover before she felt discomfort.

Urulla was new to love-making. She was not as shy as at first but she was still hesitant and submissive. Under Dipti's careful tutelage, however, she was opening up and becoming more adventurous.

The girls helped each other take off their smocks, then Dipti laid back and pulled the naked girl down onto her. She wrapped her legs around Urulla's waist as they kissed again.

With encouragement from Dipti, Urulla began to kiss and lick the Indian girl's firm round tits. Her dark-brown nipples were large and prominent. Urulla sucked a nipple between her lips and pulled lightly.

"More, darling! More!" Dipti commanded.

Urulla enveloped more of the tit in her mouth and sucked harder. Dipti moaned encouragement, arching her back and pushing her tits up higher.

"That's lovely, sweetheart!" she whispered and "Suck harder!"

Urulla did so, trying to take as much tit into her mouth as she could, pulling the nipple out with her lips and then engulfing the breast again. She shifted to the other tit and did the same. Dipti moaned sweetly.

Holding the thin girl by the waist, Dipti shifted her legs, so that she and Urulla were scissored together. She pushed up her thigh between Urulla's legs. The girl caught on and began to rub her pussy up and down Dipti's leg. Soon she positioned herself so she could suck Dipti's tits while the two girls rubbed their pussies together.

This pussy rubbing position was nice but not as satisfying as it could be. Dipti pushed Urulla up until she was leaning back, increasing the angle between their groins, soft nether lips meeting soft nether lips. They rubbed their pussies together again, slowly swivelling their hips in opposite directions.

--- At this moment, Wildchild, watching the lovers with hawk-like intensity, felt Carlin's hand grip hers. She neither moved her hand away nor returned the pressure. Soon enough, Carlin let go. Either she acted unconsciously, or the passion that drove her had abated ---

Dipti was building to a climax faster than Urulla. The note of her sweet moans went higher. She leaned on her elbows and began thrusting forward and back. Her excitement rose and Dipti, gyrating wildly, shut her eyes and opened her mouth as her orgasm approached. Yet she needed more.

She disentangled herself and sat with her legs fully spread, asking Urulla to kneel. Then she guided the younger girl's finger into her damp slit.

Urulla smiled to herself when she began fingering her friend. Pretty soon Dipti was moaning loudly again, urging her lover on, climbing toward her climax. Urulla licked the fingers of her other hand and began to rub Dipti's clitoris. Dipti lay fully back, her arms spread wide, her back arched, her eyes shut, breath catching in her throat.

Urulla felt Dipti's pussy closing on her finger, trying to force it out. She immediately stopped, denying Dipti the orgasm her body craved. Dipti squirmed in frustration.

Urulla waited a minute and started finger-fucking her lover again and gently rubbing her clit. This time the orgasm built more quickly. Urulla was on the watch-out for the signs and, again, pulled away in time, leaving Dipti high and dry. Her sweet moans were now genuine complaints.

Urulla repeated this another four times, until Dipti could stand it no longer and tried to finish herself off with her own hand, which Urulla gently removed saying "This time for real."

"You promise?" Dipti gasped.

"I promise," Urulla reassured her.

Leaning over Dipti, she took a mouthful of tit and, sucking hard, pistoned her finger in and out of the wet snatch.

Dipti shook convulsively, shaking her head from side to side, as the orgasm spread over her body. She came a second time when Urulla flicked over her clitoris with her thumb. A minute later she had a third orgasm.

"Oh, God, darling, please. No more!"

Though she was still inexperienced, Urulla was woman enough to know when "No more" means "Do it again, slowly."

Urulla continued masturbating Dipti until she had truly had enough, which was when she closed her legs and turned to one side, gripping Urulla's hand between her thighs.

"All right, darling," Urulla said, freeing her hand, "no more." She lay on her side facing Dipti, caressing her lover in long strokes from shoulder to thigh until the over-stressed girl relaxed and recovered.

"Oh, God! darling, how did you learn that?" Dipti asked, "You've never done that to me before."

"I didn't learn it, darling" Urulla replied. "It's just something I've been thinking about. There's lots of things I want to try, if you'll let me."

"'Let you' darling, did you say 'let you'?" You can do anything you like to me, any time you want. I don't have to 'let you', not if I can't stop you."

Urulla felt pleased and relieved. Normally it was Dipti who teased her. She loved being controlled: she had not tried being in control before. It was almost as good.

Now she had recovered, Dipti rolled over Urulla and lay on top of her. She began to kiss down her neck, between her sensitive tits and down her flat stomach to the mound of hair concealing her slit. Here Dipti basted her girlfriend's clitoris, licking a pattern on it and gently dipping her finger-tip into Urulla's wet vagina, tracing a line up and down its folds. This made Urulla even wetter.

The girl was comfortable lying on her back, her knees raised and spread, her lover eating her pussy. Dipti lapped wetly at Urulla's small hot clitoris and flicked her tongue into a juicy snatch. Urulla moaned with each breath. A warm glow spread from her stomach down to her back and up to her chest and neck.

Satisfied that Urulla was nicely warmed up, Dipti left her clitoris alone for now and slowly pushed a finger into her tight slit, the finger-tip turned downward to stretch the skinny girl's vagina. Urulla gasped as Dipti finger-fucked her. She bucked her pelvis and sucked her own fingers. Now Dipti turned her finger-tip upward to catch on Urulla's most sensitive spot. The girl grabbed her hair and began to writhe.

Dipti slid two fingers into Urulla's twat and turned them flat. The younger girl was too sensitised to speak but grabbed hold of Dipti to signal she didn't like the stretch. Dipti ignored her and left the two fingers in her vagina until she got used to them. Then she started fingering Urulla again, who began to buck her pelvis. Dipti rubbed faster and flicked her thumb over Urulla's clitoris.

Urulla soon felt an orgasm starting and forgot she did not like the stretch. Her eyes tight shut, she heaved and relaxed, heaved and relaxed, in something like a cough and a sneeze together, throughout her whole body. Her convulsions lasted a minute, then she lay quiet and sedate, her nerves exhausted, just the glow remained.

As the lovers lay together gently fondling, kissing and whispering, coming down from their peaks of ecstasy, Carlin signalled to Wildchild that it was time for them to leave.

The girls crawled away in silence. When they were far enough away to stand up, Carlin said to Wildchild in a barely-audible whisper, "They are wonderful bed-mates, aren't they?"

Wildchild grunted her agreement but even that beautiful sight did not inspire her to speak.

On their way back, they passed where Sharne and Dagma were working and Carlin said "Let's help them".

The women were taking turns to chop at the branch of a fallen-down tree, cutting logs for fire-wood and smaller branches to make hafts for tools.

"We're off back to camp," Carlin said. "Can we take anything for you?"

"Good girl," Dagma replied. "we'll load you up."

The women set Wildchild a few feet behind Carlin and plonked a dozen long poles on their shoulders. These would do for fencing or roof repairs. With a playful smack on Carlin's bottom, Sharne sent the girls back to camp.

* * *

Back at the camp, Ezra was helping Annela weave bandages by feeding her the twine and holding the comb she used to straighten up the cloth. He was happy not to talk and Annela was content for now not to badger him with the questions about Earth and (especially) men that burned in all the Woodlander women.

They saw Carlin and Wildchild return to the camp with the burden of poles on their shoulders. Soon the girls came to join them and, after a short greeting and a mumbled account of their day from Carlin, the girls went off somewhere.

Next back to camp were Sharne and Dagma, heavily laden with logs, shortly followed by Dipti and Urulla each carrying a basket of green bananas and a tied-up bundle of banana leafs. After Sharne and Dagma had piled up their logs, Sharne went to check on Pepi. Pretty soon, Tamar appeared with the books, which she took back to Mirselene and then joined Ezra and Annela.

She was full of talk and entertained Ezra with her account of that day's achievements, the main thrill of which was access to Mirselene's library of four ancient paperback books. She had read the Herders' small collection of books a dozen times and was delighted with her history book, some details of which she wanted Ezra to explain to her.

While Tamar was happily chatting away, Dagma had undressed in her hut and made her way, naked, across the camp. Sharne and Pepi had also stripped and the naked pair met Dagma on the way. Ezra was listening to Tamar when they passed and he stared at first and then averted his eyes.

"What is it, Ezra?" Tamar asked.

"Naked women! There are naked women just walking about!"

Annela laughed.

"It's bath time. We should all go. I expect that's where Carlin and Wildchild went."

All the Woodlanders, including some Junoesque matrons, but not Mirselene, were now heading for a stretch of the river upstream, east of the camp, where a natural pool formed. It had a shallow bank on the near side and a steep clay bank on the far side. In the afternoon, when the day was hot and the cool water was refreshing, the women would bathe. They cleaned each other by smothering their bodies with wet clay from the river bed or far bank and then dunked in the river to wash it off. There were benches to rest on and a line strung between two posts to hang clothes at the weekly wash.

Ezra tried to look aside as Annela and Tamar undressed but he could not help sneaking a glance at Annela's naked beauty. The sight of her pert small breasts and shapely legs had the standard effect on a relatively healthy male. So, besides modesty, his erection (which he tried to conceal with his arm) was another reason for him not to join the women at the bathing place.

"Is it your Earthly sense of privacy again, Ezra?" Annela asked kindly, amusement also in her voice.

"I am afraid so, though I'm sure I could do with a bath."

"We'll bring you back some buckets of water and you can have a wash in the hut, if you want. Mirselene does it all the time"

"Thanks, Annela," Ezra said, relieved, trying not to look at her nude body.

Still amused at Ezra's discomfort around naked women, Annela kindly said "This is for your sake, you know."

"Getting naked?"

"No, bathing. .. I mean, we do bathe regularly, especially if we work up a sweat at our jobs, like Sharne and Dagma, but for everyone to want to bathe on the same afternoon is exceptional. Consider it a compliment."

"I surely do," Ezra said, not sure what else to say.