Every Man's Fantasy Ch. 04

She nodded. He paused a minute to reflect.

"Well, to be completely honest, Mirselene is quite right. Most men would take as many bedmates as they can. On Earth, men distinguish between love and sex much more readily than do women. Many men say they love their wives but think sex with other women is all right if it's not for love."

"And you?"

"I have always been a one-woman man. I have never cheated in a relationship. But I haven't had many relationships and outside a committed relationship, I'm like most men."

"Meaning?"

"We have a saying on Earth: a woman needs a reason to have sex but a man just needs the opportunity. When it's not cheating, I don't pass up the opportunity."

"I understand. So if Mirselene were to ask you to join our tribe on condition you take all the fertile Woodlanders as bedmates, you would consider it?"

"As a man, I would; but as your lover, I think it would feel odd."

Smiling to herself, she stored the word 'lover' at the back of her mind.

"Even if it was what I wanted?" she asked.

"Yes, that's the thing that would feel odd. Most Earthwomen would demand to be exclusive."

"But, surely, if you had something wonderful, you would want to share it with your friends, wouldn't you?"

"No, I wouldn't! If you were the only woman in a world of men and I had the good luck to be your bedmate, I would never want you to take other bedmates. The jealousy would destroy me! I would never share anything so precious with another man."

He paused, then continued. "Men are different from women in this. Some cultures on Earth practise polygamy but it is almost always multiple wives, almost never multiple husbands."

"So, consider us your wives and take us all!"

Ezra could not tell if this was a test or a serious suggestion. She sounded sincere and, despite his genuine belief in exclusive relationships, he was sorely tempted.

"Is this Mirselene's agreement: all or nothing?"

"Yes."

"I will consider it. ... Meanwhile, tell me why have you been fending me off? Why not seduce me into accepting Mirselene's agreement?"

"But I thought I was seducing you!" Annela exclaimed.

Ezra laughed. Not the wry chuckles she had heard him make so often in the last few days, but a real laugh, a sound of pure joy and release.

"Darling, that may be how you seduce a woman, with teases and a slow build-up, always keeping the pot simmering, but men are much simpler. Give us what we want and we are putty in your hands."

"Well, you can't have what you want."

"No?"

"Not until I get Mirselene's agreement."

"You're serious? You and I can be bedmates only if I agree to be bedmates with all the other Woodlanders?"

"All the fertile ones, yes."

"You really want this?"

"I do."

He thought again for a minute. After all, it should be an easy decision. It was every man's fantasy, wasn't it? Also, in Ezra's defence, it was largely Annela's fault that, at that moment, he was thinking with his cock.

"All right, then," he said at last. "I agree."

"Darling, that's wonderful! Let's go back to camp and tell Mirselene!"

"No, let's stay here and make love. Remember my aching balls!"

She laughed. "Don't worry, one way or another you'll get your relief but it wouldn't be fair on everyone else for us to have sex before Mirselene has made her announcement at tonight's feast."

"You Woodlanders have very strange customs," he said. "However, I will abide by the rules for your sake. You understand what I'm saying, don't you?"

"I hope so," she said and knelt in front of him to kiss him again before insisting they return to the camp, to inform Mirselene and prepare for the feast. As the ache in his balls would only get worse if they made out more, Ezra complied.

Mirselene saw them from her seat on the dais as they emerged from the trees and looked on them with a fondness that turned to delight when they came straight over to her and Annela said there was something they had to announce.

"Come into my hut. We can be private," Mirselene invited.

In the hut, Annela said, "Madam, we have good news."

"Excellent. Well done child."

She turned to Ezra to address him formally:

"Ezra Goldrick. I have to ask you some questions."

He nodded.

"Will you take all the fertile Woodlanders as bedmates and try to conceive children with them? Will you stay with the Woodlanders until all those who can conceive have done so? Will you perform your share of the chores the tribe requires?"

"I will," he replied.

"Good. I will make an announcement at tonight's feast."

Contented and relieved for her tribe, Mirselene sent them away.

Ezra went to find Tamar and Wildchild, now completely inseparable from Carlin and usually accompanied by Pepi when in the camp. He liked to know what the girls had been doing each day. Apparently, they had helped Sharne and Dagma cut saplings and strip bark. Tomorrow they would tie the stakes together for fencing and awnings. Also, Sharne had given a full-sized bow to Wildchild and made her an arm-strap, to stop the recoiling string hitting her near the elbow. Wildchild had a large bruise there which Sharne had noticed. Typically, Wildchild had not complained, though it must have been painful.

Wildchild and Carlin went off to practise archery while Ezra stayed with Tamar and Pepi. He helping Tamar with the obscure words in the history book while Pepi sat on his lap and read about farm animals until it was time to go and bathe in preparation for the feast.

When Annela went to the river she struggled not to share her secret with the other women. As usual, she brought back a bucket of water so Ezra could wash in her hut after she had dressed and gone to help with the feast.

There was jollity that night but no great sense of expectation. Annela and Ezra sat together but did not speak much. They mostly looked down. Seeing this, Parvinder and Casti shared a conspiratorial nod; but no one else seemed to notice.

Soon after the Woodlanders had finished eating, Mirselene stood up and tapped her plate with her spoon to demand silence.

"Ladies," she said, "I have wonderful news for you: Ezra has agreed to become a Woodlander. Our rules allow everyone a say on who can join the tribe so, before we decide, I'd like to give you my reason for approving his adoption. ... Ezra has agreed to take every fertile Woodlander in turn as his bedmate!"

She allowed some minutes for discussion, which sounded like general approval. When the hubbub died down, she continued:

"I'd also like to invite Wildchild and Tamar to join our tribe."

The same approving hubbub rose up.

"Ladies, take your time to discuss your decisions, then I will ask for your votes."

The discussion started in earnest. No one stood up to address the whole tribe but small conclaves of woman established themselves, particularly mothers conferring with their daughters. Parvinder spoke passionately to Dipti, while Casti quietly listened to Urulla, holding her hand. Mirselene smiled encouragement at her daughter, Dagma, who remained stony-faced and Lenta and Sharne whispered together, with Lenta nodding often. Some of the Woodlanders then conferred with each other. The three adolescent girls watched all this with wide-eyed interest.

Eventually Mirselene decided there had been enough discussion and it was time to make a decision.

"Raise your hands all those in favour of Ezra joining the tribe," she ordered.

A forest of hands went up.

"All those against raise your hands."

There was no visible dissent.

"All those in favour of adopting Wildchild and Tamar into the tribe?"

At least the same number of hands were raised.

"Against?"

As no hands were seen, Mirselene addressed the girls:

"Wildchild, Tamar, would you like to join us?"

The girls whispered together for a moment then Tamar said: "We would like to join you but we also want to go to the White Mountains."

"You are free to stay as long as you like and to come back whenever you like. We will always help you as much as we can," Mirselene assured them.

"Then we accept, thank you."

"Good! The decision is made: we all welcome Tamar, Wildchild and Ezra to the tribe!"

A cheer reverberated from the huts to the trees, followed by the demand for a speech. The demand persisted until Ezra reluctantly stood up. He beckoned to Wildchild and Tamar, who came and stood by him. Tamar said something to Ezra and he nodded.

"Madam," he said, addressing Mirselene in her seat of honour on the dais, "Ladies," he bowed to the Woodlanders seated around the camp-fire. "Wildchild, Tamar and I are honoured to be adopted into the tribe. We have been touched by your kindness and generosity, which we hope we can repay in the future."

There was a cheer for this speech. Wildchild and Tamar sat down.

"As for me," Ezra continued, "I want to tell my future bedmates how happily I look forward to performing my duty. I take on the task willingly. I say this for my own benefit. I don't want you to think I feel it as an obligation rather than a delight. I think all the Woodlanders are beautiful and sexy, so it will be my most profound pleasure to try to get as many of you pregnant as I can."

This short speech, pompous but sincere, was welcomed with a lusty cheer by the younger Woodlanders, flattered to be thought desirable by the only man on the planet. The older women enjoyed it too, some making vulgar comments about Ezra's capacity to satisfy so many eager women.

Mirselene beckoned the three new members of the tribe to her seat and welcomed them with kisses on the lips. Then the other Woodlanders greeted Ezra and the girls. There was general joy and everyone thought the ceremony was over, but Mirselene stood and demanded silence again.

"Ladies, I am assuming you all agree to be Ezra's bedmates." There was silence, which Mirselene took as consent. "So it's time to assign Ezra's first bedmate."

By this time Annela had returned to Ezra's side and held his hand tightly as she waited expectantly, but Ezra was outraged.

"What does she mean?" he whispered to Annela. "I agreed to have sex with all the young Woodlanders but I agreed only for your sake. I had no idea I would be told in what order."

"Shush!" Annela said, "It's how we have to do things, to avoid jealousy."

Ezra was not mollified but he had given his word and would do his duty. After all the build up, however, assigning Ezra's first official bedmate was abrupt and unceremonious. Mirselene turned to Annela and asked:

"When did your last period end, child?"

"Six days ago, Madam."

"Good, then it's perfect timing. You and Ezra are bedmates this month. We all hope your mating will be fruitful."

There was a final cheer. Drums were brought out, which Sharne and Erin played while all the younger women danced and the older women clapped along. In the middle of the dancing, Ezra and Annela slipped quietly away. Not long afterward, the cold wind announced the arrival of the night rain.

As Mirselene ordered the drums put away and the feast broke up, Ezra and Annela were in her hut, kissing madly: she, from the joy of anticipation; he, from relief that it was Annela and not someone else.

It was mostly dark in the hut but some flickers from the camp fire infiltrated through gaps between the slats, making deep-red shadows on the bed and in Annela's long hair.

She sat on his lap on the chair and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Now she didn't mind him putting his hand under her shirt to cup a tit. It made her hum in her throat and lean more into him, arching her back. He brushed his thumb and forefinger over the pert upturned nipple, feeling it grow hard.

He wanted to suck her tits now, God! he wanted to fuck her hard, but, despite the ache in his balls, Ezra was slow and gentle, taking his lead from her, not wanting to do anything to put her off.

It was all so different, here in the tropical forest on Samothea, where the Woodlanders made love with teasing caresses, gentle strokes of the fingers, a light touch of the lips or a faint blow of warm breath on the neck. It built up arousal slowly. It was loving but it was also frustrating.

Annela liked the warmth of his hand on her tit. She wanted more contact and leant back to slip off her shirt. She undid his shirt slowly, loosening the sling on his arm and tying it back up afterward. Then she leant her body full against his, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers.

The patter of the night rain began now, heralding a drop in temperature and dowsing the camp fire. The air of the hut would stay warm, however, heated by their two passionate bodies.

She put her fingers in his chest-chair while they kissed. It still fascinated her.

Ezra roamed his good hand from her neck down to her buttocks and back to her tits, stroking her soft skin with his finger-tips then caressing lightly with his hand flat on her waist or back, returning to her tits, always her tits.

She broke the kiss to put her lips on his neck and gently kiss along his collar bone, from one shoulder to the other, while he lightly brushed her hair off her back and ran a gentle thumb up her spine. She liked when he slipped his hand under the band of her skirt to fondle her bottom and got up to take the skirt off.

She sat back on his lap to kiss him on the mouth again and squirmed prettily as he caressed her buttocks. He pulled away to kiss along her jaw to her neck and then down her throat and back up to her mouth again. He was working toward her tits, but slowly, approaching and retreating, savouring the aroma of her warm skin, flicking a line with his tongue from the bottom of her neck to the middle of her chest and along her ribs.

She pushed her chest toward his face but he refused the offer and kissed around her breasts again, tantalising her as much as she had tantalised him. Their breaths, in unison, were deep and heavy. She turned to sit with her legs astride his, her thighs wide open, her body inviting him in.

"Oh, God, Ezra! Suck my tits!"

He didn't answer but just continued kissing her ribs and shoulders, avoiding her delicious mounds, building her tension.

Ezra put his fingers tentatively in her arm-pit to feel the hair there. He had already seen most of the Woodlanders naked and knew they didn't shave anywhere. He quite liked a hairy pussy but hairy armpits and legs were things no one ever saw on an Earthwoman. The silky thatch under her arm was softer than he expected and more sensitive. Annela clearly enjoyed being stroked there and the more he stroked, the more erotic it felt. Perhaps he could get used to hairy armpits, he thought, but he was sure he would never want to run his tongue along a hairy shin.

Annela was strongly turned on by all the gentle fondling and teasing. She wanted more and again tried to push her chest into Ezra's face. Now, at last, he accepted the invitation and tasted her tits, licking round her left nipple then engulfing the whole breast with a hard suction. She gasped. Her tits were small and suckable, with nipples sensitive enough for her to adore being sucked - feeling it in the breast itself and in the small of her back - but not so sensitive that it hurt. This suited Ezra perfectly. He loved sucking tits more than almost anything else.

While he adored her breasts, the rain began to fall as hail, rattling on the hut roof, drowning out Annela's gasps and moans, which were frequent now that his hand was on her pussy, fondling, exploring, playing hunt-the-clitoris in the thick mat of her pubic hair. He gently ran his fingers through the down, exploring her mound, resting his hand on the flat of her stomach, lightly brushing his fingers over her clit.

She breathed in gasps, her eyes shut tight, her head back, rocking her pelvis to a rhythm of her own. The air was becoming suffused with the scent of arousal and his cock was hard and straining. It was time to concentrate on her bottom half.

He stopped sucking and fondling. It took her a second to come back down to Earth (so to speak) and respond.

"What's wrong, Ezra?"

"Nothing, darling. Let's use the bed."

She got off him and, holding his hand, led him to the bed. She lay on her back and gave him a tug on the arm to follow her but he stayed by the side of the bed.

"Lie across it, darling," he said, pulling her around so her legs were facing him.

"Spread your legs."

She spread them wide on the edge of the bed and held her breath in anticipation. Ezra knelt and began to kiss her belly, working his way slowly down her body to her right thigh, then kissed up her leg. She put her hands in his hair.

He kissed the back of her knee and down the inside of her thigh, tracing a thin avenue of hairs to the edge of her pelvis, then around the top of her pussy and up the other leg. As he kissed her knee, he caressed the hairs around her outer lips and ran a finger-tip softly up the line between her thigh and pelvis. He kissed back down her thigh and sank his tongue into the same gap on her left side. She squirmed. It half tickled her and half turned her on. He did it again. Now it was more turn-on than tickle. At the third time she let go his head, grabbed hold of the mattress and hooked her legs over his shoulders.

He took the hint and went for her clitoris, flicking it lightly with the tip of his tongue at first, then, as she pushed her pelvis into his face, wanting more, he basted it in long sensuous strokes. She arched her back and hummed deep in her throat. He couldn't hear her hum over the clatter of the hail but his hand caressing her waist felt her stomach muscles bunch and relax.

He licked a pattern on her clitoris: the alphabet first, then the prime numbers until he lost count and started the alphabet again. Annela was in ecstasy. She had a couple of little climaxes while he worked on her clit; and now she was building steadily a nice big orgasm.

He pushed a finger into her vulva and spread her inner lips, stopping at the entrance to her vagina. She was sopping wet and eager for penetration, but language eluded her. He still worked on her clitoris and tantalised her with strokes of his finger-tips along the labia, pushing down on the perineum. She was rocking her pelvis again now, a steady motion that meant 'Fuck me, please!'

Ezra pushed his finger into her vagina now and felt around, exploring, finding her g-spot for later reference, then pushing downward to stretch the muscle and find the back of her anus from the inside. No one had ever done that to her before. It wasn't unpleasant. He did it again and her reaction showed she decided she liked it. Her legs were still over his shoulder. She pulled him hard toward her and he responded by keeping the pressure of his finger in the bottom of her vagina and sucking her clitoris into his mouth.

She had another small climax - tantalising because she wanted a big orgasm which Ezra was denying her. His next move made her shake with pleasure. He turned his finger upward in her vagina, found the soft spongy organ and pushed his finger flat against it. Then he made a strong suction with his mouth on her whole vagina, causing a vacuum inside, and swiftly pulled his finger away from her g-spot, making it swell and become sensitive. He did it again and again, building her up. At the sixth time, she gasped, stretched out her arms, slapped them flat on the bed and cried out:

"Oh! God, Ezra, now, please now!"

He turned up his finger-tip to catch her g-spot and flicked over it again and again in a come-hither motion. She came in seconds. Her back arched and she screamed. The wall muscles of her tight vagina squeezed his finger in convulsive waves and he slowly removed it and used his hand to rub her vulva as she relaxed from her spasm. She hugged him tightly as she recovered.

She lay back with a smile of contentment which it was unfortunately too dark for him to see. Though the hail was slowing, she had to talk quite loudly for him to hear.