Every Man's Fantasy Ch. 06

"How far?" Carlin asked.

Wildchild shrugged, an eloquent gesture that meant she didn't know but now that they could see their target, it didn't matter. She made a couple of gestures and a grunt, which Carlin understood to concern their water supplies. Carlin grasped a good deal of her friend's minimalist language, though she lacked Tamar's telepathic interpretation skills.

The order Wildchild gave was that they were always to finish their water bladders and not try to save any because it was better to carry the water within them than to die with a supply left in their bags.

Thus instructed, the girls took good swigs of their water-bladders, hefted their packs onto their backs and started the long trek to the distant valley, filled with the hope that they would find the Miners there.

***

For month three, Ezra belonged to Dipti. That was the right way to put it, so possessive was the girl about her bedmate.

On the day that Dipti and Ezra were to be bedmates, Urulla moved her clothes and essential things out of their hut into the hut of her mother, Casti, while Ezra plonked his bag of meagre belongings under the awning of Dipti's hut in preparation to moving in that night. Then he went to work with Sharne and Dagma as usual.

Dipti and Urulla came back to the camp at lunchtime. Every day that week they had returned early from foraging to work in secret on a project of their own. Today they checked their preparations were done and then went to bathe at the pool, taking their time, rinsing and repeating.

Urulla drenched her naked lover, covered her with clay from the bank, spread it conscientiously into every nook and cranny, then dunked her again, carefully washing her all over. Dipti had never felt so clean.

They dried themselves in the sun as the others came down to the pool to bathe. Ezra was one of the last. The girls had already left when he arrived.

He had mixed feelings. He felt regret at leaving Sharne when she had not yet conceived. He felt a strong longing for Annela, made worse because she was so understanding and patient. No sane person could be that good-hearted, he felt. And now he was going to be bedmate to Dipti, a woman he barely knew. A woman who already had a lover. A lover, moreover, who was as keen for Dipti to be bedmates with Ezra as Dipti was herself. Woodlander customs seemed just so odd and unsettling.

A good wash in the pool with three stark naked women, while other naked women stood on the bank, drying in the sun, put it in perspective for him, however, reminding him that Earth customs do not entirely belong on Samothea. If Annela, Sharne and Urulla were happy for him to move on to Dipti, then there was no reason he could not look forward to it himself.

Back in their hut, with an hour to go to the feast, Urulla prepared Dipti for her first night with Ezra.

The secret project the girls had been working on was to crush flowers and fruits to make perfume, which Urulla flicked from a bowl into Dipti's hair and applied with her finger to her neck, shoulders, underarms and breasts. The girls had also boiled down fruit-juice to make a kind of sweet shiny syrup, which Urulla painted onto Dipti's lips, fingernails and toes - plus other more intimate parts of her body for Ezra to discover later.

The feast was almost ready. Food was cooking and dusk had fallen. Everyone was either cooking or seated, waiting to begin. Parvinder entered the hut. Dipti was still naked and Parvinder could see the feast that awaited Ezra that night. She took her daughter's hands and kissed her forehead, a blessing and a wish for good luck.

"You look beautiful, Darling," she said.

"Thank you, Mummy," Dipti replied, in a sweet shy voice.

Urulla had spread the dress out on the bed. It was a white cotton chemise without arms. It tied up around the chest. Saying "Lift your arms," Parvinder and Urulla pulled the dress over the girl and dropped it down, tying it up just above her proud round breasts.

Parvinder lifted the dress a little further up her chest and closed the gap in front to hide her cleavage while Urulla tied a pale blue sash around the girl's waist.

Urulla then set a garland of flowers on Dipti's head and tied a single bracelet of coloured stones around her left wrist. When she had strewn petals on the bed and on the floor between the door and the bed, Urulla's preparations were complete. She gave Dipti a sign and left the hut. Parvinder took a last look at her daughter and then went to her place at the feast, leaving Dipti in the hut, waiting her cue.

The feast was under way and Ezra could not remember a merrier evening. Even the feast after the swan hunt had been more subdued because the hunters had been tired.

The chief cause of all the gaiety was Urulla, who was taking a platter around the cooks to collect portions of food, jollying everyone up by her enthusiasm and the look of excitement on her face. She gaily side-stepped all questions about what she and Dipti had been preparing, saying "Just you wait" and "Be patient, all will be revealed" but her sense of fun rubbed off on everyone and fed a general air of expectation.

Slipping back into the hut with a platter of food, Urulla kept up the suspense by not returning. Evidently, she and Dipti would eat their meal in private. This was a mystery in itself and the Woodlanders finished their platters quickly in the hope it would shorten the wait.

Ezra was as much caught up in the anticipation as everyone else, taking a peek every so often at the entrance to Dipti's hut in case she should appear. He finished his platter and Pepi climbed onto his lap to be tickled, which was their ritual whenever he ate with Sharne.

"Hello, Lump," he said. "How horribly bad have you been today?"

"Very bad!" she said and earned herself a tickle on her stomach.

"Very, very bad!" she exclaimed and earned another two tickles.

"Very, very, very, very, very ..." she squealed in delight as he tickled her continuously.

"How many verys?" he asked, holding the laughing child to prevent her falling off his lap.

"Ten!"

"Ten?" He began to tickle her again. She collapsed in laughter and squirmed in his lap, kicking her legs.

"I think you're much worse than ten very bads."

"A thousand bad!" she shouted.

"I'll run out of tickles."

"A million bad!" She laughed even harder.

"A million? No one that bad should get tickles. You should get a million spanks."

He turned her on her front and smacked her rump. This was even funnier. It sent her into hysterics. He spanked her once more before tickling her sides again. Her eyes streamed. She gulped huge breaths of air between fits of crying laughter.

Soon, however, her laughter was the only human noise in the camp. Night had fallen and all was black beyond the huts, which glowed orange in the light of the camp fire. This was Urulla's cue. She pushed aside the curtain door of the hut and stood in the entrance, a cloth bag around her waist. She waited for everyone to notice her and, whoever did, went silent, waiting for the show to begin.

Hush swiftly fell upon the camp, except for Ezra and Pepi, enjoying their game.

Sharne tapped Ezra on the shoulder and he woke up to what was happening. Clasping Pepi to his chest, he tried to calm the crazy girl but she couldn't stop laughing.

"I believe this is yours," Ezra said, handing the squirming child over to her mother.

"Thanks for winding her up for me, Ezra," she said, but her voice was more indulgent than critical. She took her daughter from him, saying "Shush, Sweetie. Look, Dipti's about to appear."

Urulla stepped to one side and threw a handful of petals from her bag onto the ground at the door of the hut. The half-light of the fire made a chiaroscuro effect as Dipti stepped from the shadow and her white dress was picked out in orange flame.

"Oh, my!" exclaimed Casti. Lenta clapped her hands together and the other women sat and gazed.

Urulla threw another handful of petals and Dipti took another step forward.

The garland of white petals in her hair looked like it had caught fire. The waterfall of black hair over her shoulders shimmered orange, yellow and red as the flickers rebounded.

More petals and another step.

Now the girl was visible herself, radiant and shining. Her brown skin reflecting deep orange on her forehead, nose, sparkling black eyes, cheeks, shoulders and - fascinating to Ezra - her breasts. Urulla had pulled her dress down a couple of inches and widened the v-shape to reveal a generous cleavage that disappeared into purple shadow.

It was one more step to the bench, which Urulla strewed with her last handful of petals. Dipti sat down and there was silence.

"Wonderful!" Mirselene explained in her booming voice. "You look beautiful, child."

"Thank you, Madam."

"Well done as well, Urulla. That was a charming show. ... Now you all know the ritual. Let's all wish Dipti and Ezra a fruitful month together. ... Ezra, if you please?"

He took his place next to Dipti and the two shared a look of lust-filled anticipation. Ezra saw such a depth of longing in the girl's eyes that he wanted to be alone with his voluptuous new bedmate as soon as possible.

The women crowded around them both, wanting to smell Dipti's hair and look at the paint on her lips and nails. Eventually Urulla took charge and shooed them away, saying it was time the couple were left alone.

This recalled Mirselene to her leaderly responsibilities, though she had been as guilty as any in wanting to look Dipti over at close-quarters.

"Ladies, bring out your drums. Let's have some dancing while there is still time."

There was maybe half-an-hour before the night-rain. Drums were quickly brought out for Sharne and Erin to play. Annela, Urulla and Casti were the first to dance - after Pepi, of course, who had a special dispensation to stay up when there was music.

Five minutes into the dancing and Dipti signalled to Ezra it was time they should go. He needed no persuasion. At the threshold of her hut, he stopped her, turned her around and lifted her into his arms.

She gave a squeal of delight and held on tight. He carried her up onto the platform and, careful not to bang her head on the door post, through the curtain into the hut.

Urulla, who saw this, smiled with satisfaction.

Inside, still holding her in his arms, he bent his head and kissed her. She responded passionately, popping her tongue out to caress his. He tasted the cherry balm that was painted on her lips.

They kissed for some minutes, tongues intertwined. It was a deeply satisfying kiss, a sign that there were to be no barriers between them, that he would give her everything she desired - and take everything he desired from her.

He placed her carefully on the bed and lay on her, holding her by the waist as they kissed. When he began to fondle her breasts, however, Dipti decided it was time to take off her dress. Clothes were precious on Samothea. She had better take care of it before it got damaged in the throws of passion.

"Help me undress, please?" she asked.

He helped her stand and she took off the sash. They undid the draw-string together. She wriggled out of her dress and picked it up. Faint light from the campfire infiltrated the hut through the curtain and picked out delicious highlights on the curvy girl as she folded her dress and bent over to store it carefully.

Dipti had round tits high on her chest, a smooth belly, wide hips and strong legs that tapered to thin ankles that looked too weak to support her. She was also the hairiest girl Ezra had yet met on Samothea, the delicious bush of her pubic hair was a black triangle that seemed to suck in the light between the ghostly reflections on her hips and thighs.

Dipti disappeared completely into shadow when she climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees.

Ezra began to undress. As he did so, he felt her hands on his back and shoulders, feeling their way in the dark.

"Let me help," she said. She knelt on the bed behind him and undid the buttons of his shirt, putting her hands underneath to touch his fascinating chest-hair. He pulled off his shirt and she put her arms around him to feel his ribs and stomach muscles. Her breasts with hard nipples pressed against his back and she kissed the top of his shoulder.

He turned around and guided her hands to his belt. He helped her undo it and unbutton the fly, pulling his trousers down. He stepped out of them and was naked facing her, his cock growing hard.

He bent down to kiss her again. She put her hands on his hips but she hesitated to go further. He broke the kiss to say,

"Go on, Dipti, you can touch my cock."

She felt along his belly to his curly pubic hair and put her hand on his cock. She felt it up and down with her finger-tips, then put her hand around the head.

Ezra wondered what she was going to do next, and didn't mind if it was nothing. He wanted tonight to be about her; but tonight was really about surprises and Dipti had many of those in store for him.

She felt down his shaft to his balls and touched them gently with her finger-tips. Clearly, while Sharne and Urulla had asked Annela all the questions, Dipti had been listening and learning.

She leant down and kissed the top of his cock. This was a surprise. An even bigger surprise followed when she put her mouth around the head and popped her tongue out to caress the shaft with little bird-like licks.

"Oh, God! Darling, how did you know to do that?"

Her answer was muffled for the moment but when she came up for air, she asked:

"Am I doing it right?"

"Almost perfectly," he assured her. Annela must have told her not to use her teeth.

She sucked him until he was fully hard (which did not take long, truth be told) and then he got her to lie back on the bed again. He wanted to explore her and he guessed she and Urulla had prepared more than just scented hair and cherry-flavoured lips.

She lay back and invited him onto the bed. They kissed until the cherry taste had completely gone. This was his cue to kiss down her neck in search of more treats.

In the dark, he couldn't see which parts of her body had been painted with fruit lotion but he noticed a change in her scent as he kissed down to her shoulders. There were spots of berry flavour on her collar bones - redcurrant, if he had to guess.

He licked a mouthful and kissed her to share the taste.

He kissed and licked slowly from her shoulders toward her tits. In the scrumptious valley between the inviting globes, he found a taste of banana. It wasn't his favourite flavour but it was close to his favourite place, so he licked the spot clean and gave her a taste.

Now he had to control himself, to savour the moment and take his time. He kissed up one mound to its peak and took the nipple into his mouth. It was surely apple - and he was just as sure that the other tit would be pear.

He was pleased the syrup had been applied thickly to the nipple and around her large aureole, requiring lots of licking and sharing with her. Just for fun, he continued sucking the apple-flavoured tit long after all the ointment was gone. He then sucked the other nipple clean. It was pear.

Dipti's medium-size tits were very suckable and Ezra had admired them for a while. He even dreamed of them a couple of times, so he spent a long time kissing and licking the nipples, putting the flavour-trail on hold. She loved this attention and made loud gladsome moans in response when he ran his tongue in circles around a nipple.

Encouraged by her sensual notes, which got gradually louder and more urgent as he increased the intensity, he massaged her tits firmly, squeezing and gently nibbling a nipple with his teeth. He swapped sides frequently and sucked harder, pulling her nipples into his mouth. She arched her back, feeling an ecstatic buzz begin in her tits. She moaned even louder and breathed deeply.

He worked alternately on her tits, gripping one nipple hard while gently licking the other or sucking hard on as much tit as he could get in his mouth while softly massaging the other. She squealed and squealed. The muscles of her chest and stomach tightened and she felt an electric charge in her breasts. The suction and squeezing sent her over the edge and she had a nipple orgasm. The spasm rocked her body and soaked her pussy.

She screamed her joy and went silent.

Dipti loved nipple orgasms and fell into a deep relaxation, the peace spreading to her legs and arms. She murmured contentedly, "Mmmm!, that's lovely, Ezra," as he gently stroked her ribs and belly.

He kissed a tit, avoiding the sensitive nipple but she pushed her chest up at him again and held his head against her chest, clearly wanting even more. As he sucked on a tit, he ran his hand down her belly to explore her pubic hair and cup her pussy. He was about to spread her nether lips to feel her wetness when she pulled her wits together and said,

"Not yet, please. ... Taste me?"

This was a request no gentleman should ever refuse, so Ezra began to kiss his way down her belly. He found fruity ointment there too. Urulla had painted syrup along the line between Dipti's stomach muscles, from the valley between her breasts to her pubic hair. Ezra took the taste of plum to Dipti's lips and then bramble.

Now he was at her pussy, he could smell its sweetness and another scent, not so sweet but very feminine. He kissed her inner thighs just to tease her and make her wait. She spread her legs and breathed deeply in anticipation.

The noise of drums and high-spirited dancing had stopped outside and it had gone quiet. In moments, the patter of rain would begin and a cold wind would rattle the eaves.

In the hut, however, it was hot, and soon would get hotter.

Ezra planted his mouth on Dipti's pussy and tasted her outer lips. It was blackcurrant, one of his favourite tastes. He licked the juice off her labia and shared the flavour with her. Then he went down on her again and cleaned off all the syrup until all he could taste was the woman herself.

She got used to his licking quite quickly, though his tongue was rougher than a woman's and he was not as gentle with her as Urulla. Her arousal rose to a plateau of sensitivity and pleasure, where she moaned loud and often, bucking slowly and squeezing her own nipples.

Fifteen minutes later, she had peaked many times. Her juices ran down his beard and he decided it was time to fuck her.

The rain was now so heavy it bounded off the hut-roof, suppressing Dipti's loudest yelps and cries. For once, he was glad of the rain. Dipti was so vocal from having her tits sucked and her pussy licked, he wondered what she would sound like when she had his cock in her.

She moaned when he removed his mouth from her pussy. Her disappointment turned to greedy anticipation when he lay on her. He kissed her and then asked, "Are you ready?"

"Mmm! Mmm!"

"Darling, is that 'yes' or 'no'?"

"Mmm! Mmm!"

"Can't you speak?" He was amused.

"Mmm!"

"Is it one grunt for 'no' two for 'yes'?"

"Mmm! Mmm!"

"All right."

All this time, he had been positioning himself so the head of his cock was resting against her sodden vulva.

"Are you ready, Darling?" he asked again.

"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!" she almost shouted it, though her mouth was closed.

To the rhythm of the rain thudding against the roof and falling in sheets to the ground, Ezra began to fuck her.

If he thought she was noisy during their foreplay, it was nothing compared to her noise now. Dipti was a screamer. From the moment he penetrated her vagina to the moment she had her final shaking orgasm, she wailed like a police-siren, her pitch rising and falling on every thrust but never dying away.

Ezra pumped away between her legs, turned on by her amazing response. Her noise drove him to go harder. He gripped a tit in his right hand. She liked that as well and wailed her approval.