Every Man's Fantasy Ch. 19

Ezra admired Hazel for transforming Wildchild into an elegant young woman, whom he loved, though he loved the angry tom-boy just as much. In an idle moment, such as now, he wondered which girl was the real Wildchild; but, deep down, he knew it was an silly question. More than any women he knew, Wildchild was sure of her own mind. She would only change what she wanted to change, even for Hazel's sake.

Wildchild stared deeply into his eyes as if she was vacuuming up his thoughts, searching his soul; but she said nothing as he lovingly ran the back of a forefinger along her ribs, into the dip of her waist and over her hip and thigh. She only smiled her wicked teasing smile.

"All right, Wildchild, what is it?" he asked.

"Why does there have to be an 'it'?"

"Because I know you. Also, if there isn't something, then why give an evasive answer?"

She laughed.

"You're so manly and silent," she said. "I just wanted to make you talk."

This from a girl who spoke barely a dozen words from the ages of twelve to eighteen. He didn't believe her but he played along.

"What do you want me to say?" he asked.

"Anything. Tell me I'm pretty."

"You don't care if I think you're pretty or not."

"Yes, I do!"

"No you don't. But, just so you know, I think you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever met."

"Only one of them?"

"Yes, only one of them."

Wildchild laughed. She really didn't care how beautiful she was.

"Tell me something else," she said.

"What do you want to know?"

"Why do you call me 'Wildchild' when we're making love but you call Hazel 'Sweetheart' or 'Darling'?"

"Do I?"

"You know you do. What do you call your other bedmates?" she asked.

He knew where her question was going but answered honestly anyway.

'Sweetheart', 'Darling' and 'Love'."

"Tell me why," she said.

"I think you know."

"All right, I'll say it. You have a problem remembering your bedmates' names."

"Only when things become passionate. It's a male weakness."

"But you always remember my name."

"I'll never get your name wrong, Wildchild."

"Why not?"

"Because I named you."

"That's not the whole reason," Wildchild insisted.

"Then what is?"

"You love me."

"I love all my bedmates, exactly equally," he said.

He didn't mean to sound priggish but it was something he had to say and never permit any doubt, to himself or anyone else.

"You can't love us all equally," she said.

"Wildchild!" he admonished, "I'm never going to say that I love you more than my other bedmates."

"Not me!" she exclaimed. "Hazel! She's the most wonderful girl in the world, isn't she?"

He should have known this was Wildchild's character. Ezra blamed himself for misunderstanding her. Of course the most talented girl on Samothea, one of its most outstanding beauties, would consider the girl she loved to be the perfect woman; and it made sense that Ezra should be in love with the perfect woman.

"Hazel is one of the most wonderful girls in the world," he agreed. "I adore her, but she isn't the perfect woman. That's someone else."

"Whom? Annela?"

"Don't be modest. And don't think, just because you're the most amazing woman in the galaxy, that I love you more than my other bedmates."

"I'm not special, Ezra."

"You are, Wildchild. You're beautiful, intelligent (and how!), brave, adventurous, good-hearted and loving. You have more talents than half-a-dozen other women and if I were twenty years younger and had no other bedmates, then I'd make you mine."

"I'm yours already. Why do you need to be twenty years younger?"

"You wouldn't even look at me if there were other men here; younger, better-looking, cleverer men."

"Hmm!"

It didn't sound as though she believed him. But it did raise an interesting question.

"Are other men coming here for sure?" she asked, more serious now. Ezra thought this was probably what she really wanted to talk about.

"I think so. Danielle's message shows there can be communication with the rest of the galaxy. Men will come."

"What will it mean for us?" Wildchild wondered.

"It depends on the men. Prospectors, frontiersmen, chancers: they'll come if they think there are rich pickings to exploit. They will almost all be men and they won't be good for the women of Samothea. It will be better if settlers came to restart the colonisation of the planet. They'll be law-abiding and respectful. There will also be as many women as men."

"Wouldn't more men be better? Then every woman here could have a husband of her own, if she wanted."

"Yes, but prospectors and other notorious types don't make good husbands. I would prefer the regular and more civilised kind of men come, if any of my bedmates wanted to have a man for herself."

"I meant the Cloner and Farmer women should have men. Do you mean that you'd give up your bedmates so they could have men of their own? What about your children?"

It was a difficult question to answer but Ezra always did his best to give Wildchild an honest answer.

"I would give up any bedmate who sincerely wanted a man of her own. I can't justify keeping a harem of thirty bedmates. But I'll never give up my children. There'd have to be an arrangement so I could be part of my daughters' lives."

"How will that work, though? Won't there be jealousy?"

"It depends on the man. That's why we have to vet all the men who come here."

"Wouldn't it be easier just to keep all your bedmates and not let them choose husbands?"

"Not let them?"

"Exactly! You have power over your bedmates, don't you?"

"I don't want that power! I know you understand that."

"You can't help it. Their love for you is your power over them."

"But I want what's best for them. A small part of one man isn't as good as a whole man all to yourself."

"It is if it's the man you love."

"But they can love other men."

"We can't help whom we love," she said.

"Nonsense! You might not be able to help falling in love but I know you can let yourself fall out of love. You forced yourself to fall out of love with Yael, didn't you?"

"No, I didn't. I forced myself to let her go when she was ready."

"You're still in love with her?"

"Of course, I am! She's half my soul, and always will be. Besides, you love her yourself," Wildchild insisted.

"I do. Like a father loves his favourite child."

"And I love you like a wife loves her husband; so I don't understand why you would give any of us up when you could simply order us to stay with you."

"Come on, Wildchild, be serious."

"I am serious. I don't know anyone who would disobey you."

Ezra dismissed that statement with a disbelieving grunt, which Wildchild ignored.

"Kalyndra will never give you up, for obvious reasons," she continued. "Dagma would also be your slave, if only Mirselene would let her. Annela belongs to you, heart and soul. Curiously enough, so does Solange, for all her independence and aggression. Ash goes where Solange goes, of course."

"The other Herder girls adore you, especially Megan and Glynn. Adarna pretends to be mature and aloof but actually she worships you. Devon will follow Kalyndra. Thalassa has more will than any other woman and she's yours, completely. Cressi is a wild-card. She has a free spirit but, honestly Ezra, I can't see anyone giving you up, nor will you let them go easily, despite what you say."

"If I really have that much power over them, then I'll order them to find men for themselves, when the time comes."

She smiled indulgently.

"What about Hazel and me?" Wildchild said. "You can't order us to not love you or to love someone else."

"Wildchild, you're the most amazing woman in the galaxy. More than any of my bedmates, you deserve the best man there is, someone with talents equal to your own."

"I agree, that's why I'm not giving you up. In fact, I'm going to keep you to myself and fight anyone who wants to claim you."

"Now I know you're joking."

"I'm serious! Wouldn't you like to see us all fight over you?"

"I'd hate it."

"Really? What if we were all naked? In a mud-pit? ... What if it was a sexual contest and each girl had to make the other girl cum first? ... Or what if it was a contest to make you cum?"

Ezra had been caressing Wildchild, running his hand along the muscles of her back, over her pert buttocks to her strong thighs. Now he slapped her bottom.

"Ooh! What was that for?"

"You tease me: I spank you."

"That seems fair. I'll play! ... No, I won't do as you ask and I know that you love me and want me. So you'll have to make me give you up!"

"Then I will make you."

He spanked her again.

"Is that all you can do? A tickle like that won't make me change my mind!"

Ezra gave her bottom a hard smack. It stung but Wildchild had been spanked and beaten as a girl in the Herder camp. This was nothing. In fact, it gave her a sensual tingle and a pleasant warmth.

"Still no. You'll have to do better than that."

The next strike was a good wallop. Still Wildchild was barely shaken. She knelt on the bed, giving him full access to strike at her bottom, which she pushed up in invitation, arching her back. She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling with humour and lust.

Ezra sat up and leaned over her to kiss the small of her back, showing it was a sensual spanking, not a punishment. Then he gave Wildchild a dozen hard smacks until her bottom was red and hot and her pussy soaked. Ezra's cock was straining stiff.

He knelt behind the lovely girl, so athletic, flexible and sexy. Her held by her hips and she pushed her bottom up even further, spreading her knees to give him good access. She bit her lip in anticipation as she arched. The hot lusty ache in her pussy swelled her labia, giving them a crimson hue.

Ezra rammed his cock into her hard. She gasped, "Yes!" He pulled out and rammed in again. "Yes!" she said again, and every time he rammed her, shutting her eyes to enjoy the sensation.

He was fucking her hard now, pounding into her, gripping her hips tightly. She folded her arms to make a steeper angle, turned her head and rested her cheek on the pillow.

Ezra struggled not to come too soon. He held off and held off, shaking her body with his thrusts, until there was no more resistance.

They came together. She hunched and sighed. He arched and groaned. Wildchild's legs trembled as the spasm rocked her. The muscles in her vagina rhythmically squeezed his twitching cock, which spurted out his juice in tension-busting surges.

"My God! Wildchild, I love you," he cried out.

He rammed her a few more times and she moaned encouragement until the last throbbing pulse was over. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up.

She turned around and latched her mouth onto his, holding him tightly around the neck. They kissed and he gripped her waist hard, just as she liked, as if he feared she would get away from him. It was a moment of melting ecstasy which ended with him lying on her. She wrapped her legs and arms around him and held him in place.

When he'd recovered enough to talk, he said:

"I love you, Wildchild. You're exactly my ideal of the perfect woman. You're every man's fantasy woman. But it is all just a fantasy, you and me. So please do as I say. When the time comes, throw me over and take the best man there is for yourself."

"Mmm!" was all she would say.

She put her mouth against his and kissed him in her hungry passionate style.

It was many minutes before she let him go for a wash and then to breakfast.

She turned over and cuddled the pillow. Warm and tingling, her hot red bottom exposed to the air, Wildchild enjoyed the dream while she could, before the voluptuous feeling faded away.

******

Yael came skipping up to the Honeymoon Lodge, wondering why she hadn't seen her friend that morning. She pushed open the door without knocking and saw Wildchild with her face buried in the pillow.

"What's wrong, Tough-Guy?" she asked. "Are you all right? Why did you miss breakfast?"

Wildchild turned her shining face to Yael, smiling brightly.

"I'm fine, Goldilocks, just sore in the bum."

"Why, what happened?"

"Ezra spanked me."

"The blazes he did!" Yael was outraged. "Whatever for?"

"Because I was right and he was wrong."

Yael smiled.

"Oh! That kind of spanking," she said, wisely.

She walked to the cabinet in the corner of the room.

"Is there oil here? I'll rub some on you."

Yael poured some oil onto her hands and rubbed them together, then she massaged Wildchild's pretty pert buttocks, smearing the oil around. Wildchild hummed happily, cuddling the pillow, getting small flashbacks of the sensuous spanking as Yael's small hands warmed her skin.

"Come on, tell me everything," Yael said as she gently rubbed. "Did you enjoy it? Did it hurt? How much did you have to tease him first?"

Wildchild told her the whole story and Yael laughed often. When she'd done with the massage oil, Yael lay down on the bed. Wildchild turned to face her and they talked, head to head.

Wildchild said:

"Ezra thinks I'm the most amazing woman in the whole Galaxy."

"He's right, you are," Yael insisted.

"Shut up! Anyway, he thinks I deserve the most amazing man in the Galaxy."

"You do; but isn't that Ezra?"

"Apparently not. He says he's only average and, anyway, he's too old for me. So when more men come, I'm to choose the best one for myself."

"But how will you know? What makes a good man? I mean, Ezra's kind and funny and strong. Are all men like him?"

"I don't know. I expect I'll know when I see more men."

"When will more men come?"

"No one knows."

"I wonder how many will come? Do you think there'll be enough for one man each?"

"I don't know."

"Would you want a man all to yourself?" Yael asked. "Or would you share him with Hazel?"

"Ezra didn't talk about that. How would it work if Hazel and I both had husbands? I would a man want to share his wife?"

The girls puzzled about the problem until they couldn't deny it was time for Wildchild to wash, dress and go to work.

*******

Ezra moved in with Dipti and Urulla for his last week with the Woodlanders. The sex was passionate and energetic. Dipti loved being spanked and her bedmates were happy to oblige her. She was also a screamer, so she was usually gagged, sometimes with Ezra's cock, while Urulla took a paddle to her nice round buttocks.

That week, the tribe finished building the new huts. It was a busy and enjoyable day with everyone involved, transferring stores from the old hut to the new. After a good cleaning, they moved a bed, two wicker chairs, a rough wooden table, wicker boxes for clothes and a wooden cupboard with shelves into the old hut. Now it was ready for Hazel and Wildchild.

That night, when the tribe celebrated with singing and dancing, Hazel and Wildchild took part to the end. Everyone was so happy they even managed to get Ezra to dance. He showed Hazel his steps and danced with all the women in turn. Yael performed her 'wiggle dance', based on the sexy movements of the Mariner girls, who worse grass skirts and swayed their hips sexily.

Bedtime was fun and noisy, with slaps and squeals from Dipti and Urulla's hut, moans and giggles from Wildchild and Hazel as the girls made love with unabated energy late into the night. Although the lovers kept their neighbours awake later than usual, no one complained the next morning. The sounds of happiness were more pleasant than Mirselene's snoring and no one resented anything Ezra might do to bless the tribe with more children. Those Woodlanders who yawned at breakfast next morning also smiled benignly at the lovers.

The sun rose over the trees, its heat banishing the morning mist to the forest-edge. Crooked fingers of steam rose from the roofs of the verandas that linked the huts into a ring around the camp-fire.

Mirselene surveyed the Forest Camp from her dais, reflecting that, even though the tribe were short two women, with Annela in the escape-pod and Carlin in the Cloner City, yet it was a good time to be a Woodlander. The new storage-huts were filling up. The crops were growing well. Pepi brought a bucket of milk twice a day from Jemima the cow. Casti's chickens were generous layers. There was a choice of roast or smoked pigeons, plus an abundance of nuts, fruits, berries, seeds, herbs and mushrooms to pick.

The children were growing quickly and enjoyed their lessons, not needing their mothers' attentions so much but keen to help with what chores were possible to them. They would come running to the camp-fire when the pots were clanged to summon everyone to help with the feast, led always by Freya, than whom none was faster.

When there was no dancing after the feast, the girls had the ritual of sitting in the laps of their mothers or their mentors. Now Ezra was there, they took turns fairly to sit in his lap and be made a fuss of.

Despite the hard life on Samothea and the need for a girl to be self-motivated and independent from a very young age - or perhaps because of these things - they were all confirmed daddy's girls, who knew no greater joy than to be hugged by their father, to ride on his back or to sit in his lap during a cold night, snug and warm in a blanket, watching the freezing rain fall in sheets from the veranda roofs.

As for Ezra: with unlimited sex, satisfying hard work and the affection of so many admirable women, he was in paradise. It was a sweet exile from his home and friends on Earth, made all the sweeter by the unending complexity and variety of female personalities to try to understand (and, just as often, fail to understand) - with the happy corollary of an unending variety and complexity of ways to be in love. He never wanted the days to end.

7A visitor from space

Brad surprised himself as much as everyone else by turning up at Celetaris on time to begin training for his suicide mission.

Danielle had been optimistic when Hestia first told her about him. Less so when she heard the story (in a sanitized version) of how Hestia had recruited him. Her dubiety reached its maximum when Brad rolled up at Celetaris in crumpled clothes, a week-old beard and (after non-stop sex with Hestia) a smile fixed so firmly to his face that Danielle couldn't take him seriously at all.

He was too causal and too self-assured for her fastidious taste, considering where he was going. But he became more serious when training for the mission began and it was not long before all the Project Team were impressed, even Danielle.

Brad mastered the air-suit after a few days intensive training and was piloting a simulation of the Samothea Project space-ship perfectly in a week. He was a good pilot and, by the time he had flawlessly piloted ten practise hyperspace jumps, Danielle was completely persuaded.

******

There was sadness among the Woodlanders on the day Ezra continued his regular progress through the tribes, leaving the monthly trade-meeting to go home with the Mariners.

His welcome at the Beach Settlement was warm and loving, as always. Kalyndra's kneeling subservience was fully accepted by all the Mariner tribe and felt entirely natural. She led him to her hut long before the end of the feast, where she knelt again to hand him the bag of ropes, gags and floggers she carefully preserved for their sessions together, the sessions that she cherished and yearned for, where she could be her real self.

He hogtied her, spanked her to get her skin warm, her nerves tingling and her pussy soaked, then he fucked her and fucked her until his balls ached.

Ezra settled into a month of work and pleasure at the sea-side, playing with his daughters and having sex with some of the most beautiful women on Samothea. He loved the rituals of admiring Odette's latest sculpture, handing over his penknife to Juniel, having wild aggressive sex with Cressi, prolonged athletic sex with Devon, hot sultry sex with Salema and mature sensible sex with his other bedmates.