Every Man's Fantasy Ch. 13

Kalyndra collected the other torch and they swam out of the ship via the big hole where the pod had been and back to the shore. That was the last item salvaged for now. Back with the others, they helped haul the raft as far up the beach as they could, secured it with the paddles in the sand and stripped it of everything moveable.

Ezra gave Tamar his precious box and told her to carry it carefully; then they rolled the pods up to the camp.

They dug shallow pits to rest the bottoms of the pods in, so they wouldn't be blown over by the wind. Finally, the whole team rested.

"Well done, Ladies!" Ezra said. "That was good work and easier than I expected. Especially well done, Thalassa. Climbing into that confined space was very brave."

She modestly look down, unused to praise.

"What's in the box, Ezra?" Kalyndra asked on behalf of everyone.

"Something precious."

"Yes, but it must be important for you to swim back into the hold alone for it."

"Not important but a secret for now."

It was fun for him to be mysterious for a change; besides, it wasn't the only secret he was keeping.

"Tamar, you're guardian of the box," he said. "Don't let anyone open it or take what's inside. It's extremely bad for you and may cause headaches and nausea."

"I'll keep it safe," she vowed.

Tamar took her duties seriously and resisted all requests by the others to have a peek inside; yet she was caught up in the intrigue. Why would he take a risk to save something so poisonous?

Interest in the pod took over from interest in the wooden box: Kalyndra was the first to notice the change. She went over to take another look at Yumi and found the perspex dome was obscured. It had turned silver-grey and blocked her view inside.

"Ezra!" she called out, "is this right?"

He came over to look.

"Yes, it's supposed to do that. The pod is reacting to bright sunlight by shielding Yumi, stopping it getting too hot inside. Also, it's recharging its fuel cell with solar collectors."

He pressed buttons on the side and brought up the readings again.

"See here. The batteries are charging and this is the internal temperature."

Kalyndra looked at the read-out.

"So which one's Yumi's heartbeat?"

He swiped the screen and different numbers came up.

"This one. And this is her pulse."

The other women were just as interested in the pod and stood around him. All except Tamar, who went to hide the precious box in her tent.

"There's a flashing light on top of the pod," she said when she joined them.

Ezra stepped back to have a look. Sure enough, an antenna had emerged from the top of the pod and a flashing amber light next to it, blinking every few seconds. They had been too close to see it.

"It's the emergency signal," Ezra said. "I suppose it wasn't activated in the ship but now the pod has a reliable energy source, it can afford to send out a distress signal. There will also be a radio signal and you may be able to see a thin laser beam which is a guidance signal."

"Will it flash forever?" Carlin asked.

"So long as the fuel cell can charge in the sun, and Yumi's inside, it will flash and transmit the distress call. ... Shame we're so far from a communications probe," he said, wistfully.

***

During lunch they made plans for the next few days. Megan and Ezra were riding to the Cloner City to report to the chiefs. Those remaining in the camp could sort out the salvage goods. They could lay the clothing and bedclothes out to dry and fold them neatly for storage in a tent. All except for the underwear, a new pair of trousers and a new shirt, which Ezra had already taken, with significant relief.

They could also use Ezra's axe and Wildchild's pen-knife to cut wood in the forest and build a camp-fire. If they were prepared to tolerate Ezra's food-packets, there would be plenty to eat; otherwise, Wildchild and Tamar had a horse and a sled. They could fetch provisions from the Mariner Camp or the Herder's mid-way camp.

This was news to the girls.

"We assumed Ezra would ride our horse," Tamar said. "The only other one is the big pack-horse."

With a smile, Megan walked over to the sled and fetched out a set of tackle, a horse blanket and a two-man tent.

"I came prepared," she said.

"How come?" Ezra asked.

"Solange. She thinks of everything."

The plans settled and the lunch nicely digesting, they fetched the horses from the spring, where they'd been grazing all morning, and fitted the tackle. The side panels were loaded with the tent, food, squeezy bottles salvaged from the ship (which they filled with fresh water), Ezra's spare clothes, two towels and his washing kit. They were ready to go.

Ezra kissed goodbye to all his bedmates and the girls, then they set off in the early afternoon across the hot grassland, northward to the Cloner City.

"We have a choice, Ezra," Megan said when they were under way.

"Go on."

"We can head straight for the Cloner City and get there tomorrow mid-day but spend the night in the tent. Or we can go via either the Mariner Settlement or our Northern Camp and sleep in a hut."

"How much longer will it be if we divert?"

"A few hours."

"Then I prefer to go straight there. Do you agree?"

"Oh, yes. I was just giving you the option."

They rode on all afternoon, stopping only for water and to let the horses graze a while (all the damned things seemed to do was eat, Ezra complained). In the evening, they pitched the tent in the lea of a small hill.

After dinner, for the first time in more than a year, Ezra had the joy of using a toothbrush instead of the soft aniseed or willow bark the women of Samothea used to clean their teeth. It was a luxury. Then it was straight to bed.

Lying on his back in his sleeping bag, he wasn't surprised when Megan lent over and put her mouth to his.

"Hmm, what's that taste?" she asked, pulling away.

"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 insanely 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 of horse sweat and my own sweat."

"I like it."

"Horse sweat?"

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

"Why?"

"Because you smell like a man not like 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 go back to normal eventually, when it's 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 you 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 took 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, to lick her nipples and suck a mouthful of a beautiful mound with a hard little nipple. She gave him the other tit to suck. Shaped like gum-drops, 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 tonguing, varying the pressure and direction, using the tip of his tongue, then long strokes.

That got her buzzing. She leant 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 up and sucked on her clitoris.

Her sweet little bottom was pushed in the air. She was pinned her down by her thin athletic legs 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 in her tight little twat. He tried to remember what she liked and spent a few minutes exploring and testing with his finger, listening for her response.

She liked when he flicked over the tendons along the sides of her vagina and moaned a long "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 slowly rub the sides of her vagina, 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 a strong orgasm that shocked her violently, making her pelvis buck frantically. Afterward, she lay still a minute, savouring the aftershocks as he sucked on her clitoris. Sighing, she put her hand on his head, meaning she'd had enough.

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

"My turn," she said, greedily, and pushed him onto his back. Then she rode him, Herder style, like a cowgirl rising to the trot, sitting upright. Her strong 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 again, sweetly, with a hiccough, but she 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 and 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 favour 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 snuggled up against him to go to sleep.

Next day they rode north, eating up the miles to the Cloner City. When they were only an hour or so from their destination, Megan steered them to a small stream. Here they bathed. Now he had the opportunity to 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-months' 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.