Every Man's Fantasy Ch. 11

Arching her back, her eyes closed, her wild moans let him know how close she was. Thrusting even faster, he began to pant. The tense rub and the tight squeeze were irresistible for them both. A few more hard thrusts and she was at the crisis point. She yelled out as she came, the pleasure rocking her body with rhythmic shocks, her pussy clamping down on his dick in joyful spasms.

He had no resistance himself now. Soon a throbbing orgasm overcame him and he injected his load into her in quick hot spurts. Sighing with relief, his tension waned as he finished off with a final few thrusts.

As they lay together, panting, letting the glow of arousal melt away, snatches of poetry came unbidden to his mind. Fragments from the Song of Songs.

"Behold, thou art fair, my love;" he said "behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes. Behold, thou art fair, my beloved. ..."

Like in the poem, his left hand was under her head, his right hand embraced her. She pulled herself up to kiss him again, approving the poem, though she knew her eyes were not like doves' eyes.

"Is there more?"

"It's all mixed up, but ... Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense."

She didn't know what myrrh or frankincense were (Ezra barely knew himself) but his right hand was on her mount, her hill of pleasure, playing with her clitoris, giving her spicy aftershocks that warmed her skin.

"Awake, O north wind; ... blow upon my garden, ... . Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits."

"You've eaten my pleasant fruits, Ezra. Keep going."

He put his finger in her vagina and gave her nipples gentle kisses. He was momentarily spent but she still had a reserve of sex-drive to use up. She lay back and surfed her arousal again.

"I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. ... My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies."

His fingers were giving her a welcome ache. Her breath began to come in short gasps. Whatever she thought the lillies were, she had a valley pining for cultivation, asking for more than just his fingers.

"Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, ..."

They were just sounds to her now. She pushed herself up, rolled him over and lay on him, mouth to mouth, chest to chest, not just for the cold but for the intimacy. Her long straight hair formed a tent over their heads, her knees hugged his rib-cage.

She put her hands in his hair, lent down and kissed him, feeling his cock respond against her belly. She put her hand down to guide his stiffening rod into her vacant snatch.

"Come into my garden," she said, "feed among the lillies."

She began riding him, his cock hardening all the time. She thrust her pelvis slowly up and down his body, using his cock to fill herself up. The harder he got, the deeper she could thrust until he was fully hard and she could lean back to get more tension and a better angle.

It was another delightful fucking, with peaks of pleasure for her that lasted until Ezra couldn't hold off any more and spurted another load into her welcoming pussy. She collapsed on him and rested content for a while, her cheek on his chest, warm on her front, cold on her back but too satiated to move.

They slept an hour or so. Urulla was the first to stir, feeling cold and waking him up by reaching over to fetch the blanket.

"Sorry I woke you."

"I'm not. Are you up for it?"

"Oh, yes!"

They started under the blanket with Urulla on top but soon were warm again. He had her go on all fours and pumped her from behind. It was all new to her and she found she liked this position as much as face-to-face.

"Mmm!" she moaned, loving the feel of his cock along the back of her vagina. She bent down to rest her head on her folded arms and get a deeper penetration.

When he tired, she took over the movement but they ended thrusting together, gasping and moaning as they came.

An hour or so later, they were at it again.

Dawn was breaking when they made love a fifth time. A gentle breeze wafted the morning mist under the door. Thin shafts of daylight cut the air and lay dreamily on the floor.

Urulla was on her back, her legs crossed over his back, bucking her pelvis, meeting him stroke for stroke. She moaned with every penetration and he sucked her chin or breathed heavily on her neck.

But he was slowing, tiring, putting longer gaps between thrusts. When he stopped for a second, she said: "My turn."

They rolled over and she turned her back to him, climbed aboard and rode him with slow deep thrusts of her pelvis. He couldn't quite finish this time but he came close and Urulla got off nicely, gasping out a crying orgasm before turning around and collapsing on him to sleep away the morning.

It was noon when they next woke. The Honeymoon Lodge smelled of stale sweat and semen. They opened all the shutters and went naked to the river, jumping in together and sitting in the stream, letting the cool earthy water revive them.

There was a small store of food at the lodge, so they spent all day there, having sex or dozing. Urulla wanted to use the swing he made for Dipti and hung from the roof of the veranda. He had to adjust it for her height but that afternoon, they put it to good use.

There were no comments but some knowing smiles when the pair met up with the tribe again at the feast that night. The same knowing smiles appeared less than an hour later when Urulla, who ate only a small dinner but spent her time in a long chat with Dipti, which ended with a passionate hug, came and took him by the hand and led him back to the Honeymoon Lodge, though it was long before the night rain would begin and the feast end.

2 Annela gives birth

A week later, Annela went into labour at last. The whole tribe wanted to be in the hut with her but Parvinder bustled everyone out except for Ezra, whose job was to support the girl while she squatted, and Erin, whose job as assistant nurse was to fetch whatever supplies Parvinder needed.

The final contractions began that morning. After two fruitless hours pushing hard, Annela was in great pain. She screamed with every contraction but nothing happened. She had to sit down on a stool now, sweating and exhausted.

Erin washed her face while Parvinder went out for some air and to think.

"How is she getting on?" Mirselene asked.

Parvinder waited a few seconds and took a deep breath before replying.

"There may be a complication."

The look of devastating concern on the chief's face took away all Parvinder's pent-up blame. She added in a conciliatory voice:

"Maybe it's not a problem but it's taking too long and I can't properly feel what's happening inside. It's worrying me."

"Well, then, how about Pepi?"

"Yes, I need Pepi. Will you have her fetched?"

Parvinder went back inside while Mirselene had Sharne fetch her eight-year-old daughter. The normally excitable girl sensed the occasion and arrived quietly, waiting for her orders from Parvinder.

"Pepi, I need you to do something very important to help Annela. Something only you can do with your small hands. Will you do that?"

"Of course I will!"

"Good. You have to wash your hands very thoroughly, all the way up your arms. Erin will help. ... Erin, scrub under her nails."

By the time Pepi was back with clean hands, Parvinder had prepared Annela, who sat on the stool, leaning back against Ezra, her legs spread, the painful contractions making her cry out every few seconds.

Parvinder smothered Pepi's hands with grease and then explained what she had to do.

"I need you to put your hand in Annela's vagina and feel where the baby is. You have to be very gentle and slow and describe to me everything you are feeling. Will you do that?"

The girl nodded. It sounded icky to her but everyone was so serious and Annela so clearly in pain that she knew she had to obey.

"Come on," Parvinder said, kneeling beside Pepi, guiding her hand, "start like this."

She helped Pepi push her hand inside.

"What do you feel?"

"I don't know, it's all wet."

"That's right. Feel around with your fingers, but gently."

"It's like a shoulder. Yes, it's a shoulder and an arm."

"Can you feel the head?"

"Ooh! The head's to one side, it's like this," she demonstrated by tilting her head onto her shoulder.

"Good girl!" Parvinder exclaimed. "Which shoulder is the head leaning on?"

"This one," Pepi said, putting her other hand on the right side of Annela's belly.

"Annela, Pepi can feel your baby. It's trying to come out sideways. I'm going to try moving it. All right?"

The girl grunted her agreement and braced herself while Parvinder put her hands firmly on the side of her belly and began pushing.

"Are you still feeling the head, Pepi?"

"Yes."

"Where is it?"

"Where it was before."

"Did I move it at all?"

"No, aunt Parvinder."

"All right, then you'll have to move it from inside. Can you do that?"

"I don't know how."

"Squeeze your hand around the head to the other shoulder and push the baby straight."

"I'll try."

"Brave girl. Go on."

Annela's contractions were pushing the baby flatter against her pelvis and squeezing Pepi's arm, but the girl eased her hand under the baby's head and felt for the other shoulder.

"I can feel it! I can feel the other shoulder."

"All right, Pepi, now push the baby straight."

"I'm pushing. I'm pushing."

"Is the head lining up?"

"I'm not sure."

"Is the head in line with your arm, no longer tilting?"

"Yes, it is, it is!"

"Good. Pepi, you can remove your hand. Gently! ... Annela, time for one last effort. Ezra's holding you. Erin, are you ready? Come on, Annela, push!"

They removed the stool and Annela squatted. She pushed again and this time the baby's head was in the right place. The contractions did their work properly. Ezra held her up by the arms, Erin knelt in front, ready with cloth towels. Parvinder leaned over and said:

"I can see the baby's crown, Annela, we're nearly there. Come on, a few more pushes."

Annela gritted her teeth. With huge screams and pain that almost made her faint, Annela pushed hard and, at last, the baby came out, a crumpled, bloody, soaking bundle.

"It's purple!" Pepi cried.

"She's purple," Parvinder corrected, as she took the girl out of Erin's hands and sucked the mucus out of the baby's nose, spitting it into the bucket. She rubbed the purple girl with the towel and, sure enough, she began breathing. Then she started crying.

"Well done, Annela. It's a girl!"

Still with the umbilical cord attached, Parvinder handed the child to Annela, placing her on a bare breast. The child's mouth closed over the nipple and she became calm, held warm, skin-to-skin with her mother.

"It's not over yet," Parvinder warned. Annela didn't care. She felt elated, with the special sense of euphoria that a mother feels when she holds a new child in her arms.

"Well done, Darling," Ezra said. Annela looked up at him, too tired to talk, but strong enough to smile with pride. Erin leaned over and kissed her. Then the last contractions came. Annela shut her eyes and gave a final push.

"Your pen-knife please, Ezra," Parvinder said and, when he'd made a strong red laser-blade, sliced through the umbilical cord, put the remnants in the bucket and it was all over. They helped Annela onto the bed and covered her with a blanket. She was feeling a chill, though it was still hot daytime.

Outside, the Woodlanders lined up to congratulate Annela, to bring her water to drink and food to eat. Parvinder, still a stern Matron, sent them away, saying Annela needed at least an hour's rest; but ten minutes later they were all back and eager to see their sister and her daughter. Checking that Annela was awake and didn't mind, Parvinder reluctantly allowed in one visitor at a time.

Ezra stayed in the hut. Parvinder wouldn't dream of asking him to leave. He sat next to the bed and brushed Annela's hair, congratulating her again and again and telling her to rest.

By dinner time, Annela had slept well, though the black rings around her eyes testified to the effort she'd expended. She wanted to join the feast. After a quiet argument, she agreed to compromise and sit with Erin and Ezra on the veranda under a thick blanket.

Annela and Pepi were the toast of the feast and, although everyone was happy, the tribe was not as overjoyed as it should have been at the first new member of the tribe for eight years and perhaps the first child on their planet born without cloning in a century. Perceptive when she wanted to be, Mirselene quickly divined the reason: the expectation of a boy had been universal.

"Ladies!" she cried. "Why are you so silent tonight? We have a new Woodlander to welcome. Why aren't you lighting up the night sky with your torches and rattling the trees with your songs and dances? Who among us thinks a baby girl is not worth celebrating?"

That rallied them and, catching the spirit, the tribe had a merry hour raising cheers to Annela and her daughter, to Pepi, to Ezra ("Thank you for the seed", they chanted) and to Mirselene's leadership. Then they sang and danced until it was time for bed.

Next day, Annela was confined again to her hut and its near-surroundings, which bored her but Parvinder forced her to rest. A highlight was when Ezra came in from work. She had a question for him.

"Have you chosen a name for our daughter yet?" she asked.

"No. I assumed you'd name her."

"Why?"

"Well, I don't know. I just assumed. ... Here's an idea. You name her and I'll name the next one."

"Next one! ... If you think I'm going through all that again, you're mad!"

"All right, let's both suggest a name and choose between us from the two."

"You first, then."

"I choose 'Freya.'"

Freya had been Annela's mother. She died four years ago.

"Oh, darling! It's perfect. Thank you. She's Freya."

So, for the rest of his month in the forest, though he was Urulla's bedmate and stayed nights with her in the Honeymoon Lodge, Ezra spent as much time as he could during the day with Annela and Freya. They sat together at the feasts, proud parents showing off the newest Woodlander to the adoring tribe.

3 The adventurers return

One morning, a few days later, Annela was nursing Freya in her hut. It was just after breakfast and Ezra called on her before setting off for work. Erin followed him in, carrying some hot porridge for Annela.

"Hello, Darling, how are you today?" he asked.

"My nipples hurt," she said, adding: "She's definitely your daughter. She's been latched onto my tits ever since I squeezed her out."

His reply was interrupted by a shout from outside.

"They're back! They're back!"

It was Pepi, shouting at the top of her lungs.

No one needed to ask "Who's back?" Erin looked up, smiled at Annela, and shoved the hot bowl into Ezra's hands, scalding him where it dripped. She ran outside, wanting to be the first to greet her daughter.

It was true! The adventurers were back, plus two others, marching at a good pace across the clearing into the camp. Most of the Woodlanders ran to meet them, Pepi first of all. The hugs were joyous and prolonged. Erin, especially, refused to let Carlin go, kissing and cuddling her daughter. Even Wildchild graciously allowed herself to be hugged, suppressing her natural urge to escape.

The two strangers looked at the huddle from one side, bemused by the extravagant affection of the tribe.

The babble was amazing. Even Pepi's excited shouts were submerged in the general medley. There was too much to tell on both sides: everyone's story got muddled together and no one really heard anything. It was Tamar who first broke free from the throng to insist they enter the camp and say 'Hello' to the rest of the tribe. She wanted to boast how they'd found the lost Miner tribe; and here were two of them as proof.

The two Miners, a tall blonde middle-aged woman, strikingly handsome, and a shorter, darker woman in her early thirties, were silent until Mirselene arrived to impose some sensible order. She greeted Wildchild and Tamar with hugs. She would have hugged Carlin as well, if Erin hadn't smothered her so completely.

"Well done, girls! Well done, indeed! Welcome back!"

Mirselene had stopped the women in full gabbing flow. There was peace for a moment. She continued.

"Come on, let's get everyone into the camp. Ladies (she addressed the strangers), you are welcome to the Woodlander Camp. Tamar, please will you introduce us?"

"Yes, Madam," the girl said proudly. "This is Eloise, my mother, and Adarna of the Miner Tribe."

Mirselene took this amazing revelation in her stride.

"Welcome, Ladies, most welcome. I am Mirselene, chief of the Woodlanders. Please come along and make yourselves comfortable. You must be exhausted."

"It was a long journey, Madam," Eloise said. "You won't remember, but I met you once before, many years ago, at the Cloner Fair. You weren't chief then, of course."

"It is very good to meet you again, Eloise. I hope you and Adarna will stay long enough for us to get to know each other properly."

"Thank you, Madam."

"Come on, everyone. Let's get you some food and drink. Off you go, girls."

As they reached the huts, Tamar noticed something. Ezra had come out to watch the commotion. He stepped down from the veranda to greet the girls, a wide grin revealing his feelings.

Shouting "Ezra!" Tamar dropped her backpack and ran across the camp to jump on him and be kissed. Wildchild picked up her friend's backpack and sauntered over to join them. Holding Tamar tightly, Ezra bent over to kiss Wildchild lightly on her forehead, rightly guessing that she'd been hugged enough for one day.

"Girls," he confided, "do you want to see what Annela made while you were gone?"

Their eyes lit up and they exchanged a smile before Tamar leapt from his arms onto the veranda and ran into the hut. Now Carlin finally broke free from Erin, saying "Let me go, Mum, I want to see!"

Pepi was at her heels. They both overtook Wildchild and followed Tamar into the hut where, at last, Freya had drunk her fill and nodded off to sleep.

Annela was sitting in her chair with her daughter in her lap. Tamar was the first to approach. She was so moved, she couldn't speak. She kissed Annela and then stared in wonder at the baby.

"Her name is Freya," Annela said. "You can hold her if you want."

Tamar sat next to Annela on the stool and took the baby in her arms, expertly supporting her head in the crook of an elbow. She cooed in a motherly way. Carlin stood beside her, wanting to touch the baby, adoring Freya's bunched-up red face and tiny perfect fingers and toes.

Pepi was behind Carlin. She had missed her friend so much that she stood hopping from one leg to the other, eager to speak, too excited to stand still.

"Carlin, I helped deliver her. I did, didn't I, Annela?" Pepi exclaimed.

"Yes you did, Pepi. You were very brave. You saved her life - and mine."

"I was very brave, Carlin. I helped with my small hands," she admitted proudly, showing them off. "That's why they chose me."

"Well done, Pepi." Carlin was impressed but Pepi wouldn't bathe in glory for long. She had something important to show Carlin.

"Come on, Carlin," she said, "come and see my cow. She's not 'my' cow, of course, she's all of ours', but I look after her. Come on."

She grabbed Carlin's hand and tried to drag her out of the hut.

"I named her," she continued. "I bet you can't guess her name, can you? Can you guess? ... It's Jemima. You wouldn't have guessed, Carlin, would you?" she babbled on.

"Pepi, I want to see the baby."

"But she's boring! She doesn't do anything! Come on, please? Jemima does stuff. She runs around. You can milk her and the milk's warm."