[I am grateful for all the comments. Sorry it takes me so long to write at the moment. Please bear with me.]
[The note at the beginning on Chapter 4 says what has happened so far in the story. In Chapter 4 itself, Ezra was persuaded (quite easily) to take all the fertile Woodlanders in monthly turns as his bedmates, with the hope of impregnating them, starting that night with his nurse, Annela.]
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It was next morning and Annela was lying on Ezra in her favourite position, her legs astride him, her bottom pushed against his stiff upright cock.
She had been out as soon as she woke and came back feeling cold, so she crept into bed quietly, careful not to wake him. Still feeling cold, she snuggled up close, rousing him from a pleasant dream.
"Good morning," he said. "You're cold. Come here. I'll warm you up."
She climbed onto him and he held her tightly. Soon she was warm again and lifted her head from his chest to smile at him. Though she liked the feel of his stiff cock against her bottom, she didn't think she'd be up to repeating last night's performance.
"Darling," she said. "Do you mind if we don't have sex this morning? I'll make it up to you tonight."
"Of course. You rest for now."
She was pleased he was so considerate.
Annela's first time of sex with a man had been strange, a little painful at first, but amazing over all. At times, it had given her more pleasure than she had ever known from sex. She had been in ecstasy so often she lost count of her climaxes but, even so, some things need time to recover. Was it fair on Ezra, she wondered? Ignorant of the sexual customs of Earth, she would have had sex with him if he had insisted.
"I don't want your balls to start aching again," she said thoughtfully. "I could wank you, if you want."
"I want," was his gruff reply.
Annela took his cock in her hand and began to rub it up and down as she had done last night. She made slow and steady movements, feeling it get even stiffer, watching its head turn a deep red.
She knelt beside him and leaned over to kiss his chest as she made long slow strokes. Ezra groaned happily. He was nicely aroused and loving the feel of her slow but firm treatment.
She swapped hands so she could cup his balls, careful not to squeeze as she had been warned. That was even nicer for him. Her hands were warm and soft.
She was not as strong with her left hand as with her right and she tired after a few minutes, so she swapped her hands over again.
"Go a little faster, darling," he said, lying back and breathing deeply.
Annela wanked him faster, one hand flat on his belly the other pistoning his cock. Now she tired more quickly and swapped her hands over again.
It was an erotic experience for her because Ezra was enjoying it so much. His legs were spread slightly and he bucked his pelvis the way he had done when she rode him last night. His cock was red and large. A small dribble of clear semen appeared at its tip.
"Oh, God! Darling, that's wonderful," he groaned, his hands involuntarily clenching and releasing.
Annela's hand tired once more. She swapped over for the last time and wanked Ezra fast. She felt his orgasm start as a pulse in the base of his cock, swelling the tube that ran its length. Then, as Ezra arched, shut his eyes and groaned "Oh, God!" again, cum erupted from his cock in quick spurts that shot into the air, followed by slower surges that flowed over her hand.
She wanked the last few drops out and then sat back, pleased with herself. She felt his cock soften slowly as Ezra relaxed from his peak.
"Hmm! I enjoyed that," she said. "Did I do it right?"
Ezra was breathing heavily and only nodded with a grateful smile.
"So that's what your cock did in me last night?"
He nodded and smiled again.
The first spurts of semen had fallen on Ezra's chest and belly, the rest was on Annela's hand and dripping into his pubic hair. Intrigued, she lifted her hand to her mouth and licked a small drop from a knuckle with the tip of her tongue. It was slightly salty but not unpleasant.
She looked for something to wipe the semen from her hand but Ezra said.
"Rub it in. It's good for your skin."
She did so, lathering it into her chest. Then she shepherded as much fluid as she could into a little puddle on his belly and lay on him, rubbing the semen into their bare skins. He was delighted.
"You're an amazing woman, Annela."
"I know," she said, rising up off him, rubbing the last of his semen into the cup of her breast. "Come on, it's time to get up for breakfast. I think it's going to be an eventful day!"
They rinsed themselves off from the night bucket and, after separate visits to the crapper, were the last to breakfast.
At breakfast, knowing it must feel strange for them, Mirselene had exercised her authority to prevent Annela and Ezra from being pestered by the inquisitive women. As soon as the breakfast plates were cleared away, however, Mirselene called Wildchild, Carlin, Tamar, Pepi and Ezra together, saying:
"I want you to be our foraging party this morning. We need mushrooms, nuts and berries. You should also check if the figs are ripe and come back via the banana plantation. Carlin, you know the route, so you take the lead."
"Yes, Madam," the girl said and went to collect shoulder baskets for the troop.
Hitching up his basket and preparing to follow Carlin out of the camp, Ezra smiled knowingly at Annela, mouthing "Good luck." She understood and smiled back warily. Ezra knew why he and the girls were being sent away. It was so the Woodlanders could grill Annela about last night's events. They all wanted to know what sex was like with a man.
Annela had never previously hesitated while talking about sex. It was a natural process and not a cause for shame or embarrassment. In fact, openness about sex was one of the things that prevented jealous gossip from rending the small close-knit community into warring factions, threatening the survival of the whole community. It was curious to Annela, therefore, as she sat down on the dais next to Mirselene, ready to be questioned, that she suddenly felt a reluctance to describe in detail everything she and Ezra had done together.
She did not know what it was about sex with a man that was different, that she wanted to keep private, but she had no time for self-examination because Mirselene quickly got matters going when she asked what Ezra looked like naked. Annela could answer this. It was only biology, of course. For obvious reasons, they were all interested in his penis. Annela described its workings in detail and even told them what semen was like - slightly warm, gooey and mostly white - but again found a reluctance to tell them she had tasted it. She also made a mental note to tell Parvinder she must have misremembered the biology book because there was only one tube in the penis that she could feel or see.
Annela was happy to reveal all her own feelings when Ezra kissed and fucked her but she blushed when someone asked whether Ezra had licked her pussy and whether his tongue was rough or smooth. She also skirted over the description of how she masturbated Ezra that morning.
So the morning stretched out with probing questions and demands for more detail. Annela described the difference between sex with a man and sex with a woman but side-stepped the question which kind of sex was better, saying that she couldn't judge on so little experience. Secretly she already knew the answer: she wanted Ezra again but she didn't think she'd want another woman again.
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Two hours since breakfast and the foragers were idling along their route, having gathered hazelnuts, mushrooms and the first ripe figs. They were in no hurry to return. Tamar chatted happily (to herself or the wide world, it didn't matter), while Carlin was content to listen and Pepi interjected random statements, apropos of nothing. Wildchild scanned the trees for birds to aim at and Ezra was self-absorbed, happily replaying the events of last night and this morning in his head.
What amazed him was that Annela had been so loving and compliant. He had learned last night how easy it was to put her at her ease sexually. It surprised him that there had been only one instance of apprehension, until he remembered that the Samothean women had grown up knowing about men only from history lessons. Their sexual encounters were with other women and there was an openness about sexuality that mixed-sex societies could not maintain.
Even the gentle Woodlanders felt love, heartbreak and jealousy in their friendships, of course, but there seemed to be nothing like the passion-led sexual conflict that, in Ezra's opinion, made so many Earth-women, even in the most liberated societies, impossible to live with.
Thus occupied, the foragers wandered on through the dappled greensward as the temperature rose and the forest floor dried out. Bird-chatter accompanied their meandering, interrupted by the occasional whoosh of an arrow loosed at the canopy by Wildchild, causing excitement among its feathered denizens but no actual harm. They reached the banana plantation after nearly three hours and with little room left in the baskets. Ezra pulled a hand of bananas down for Wildchild to cut with her knife. So, with full baskets, it was time to return to the camp.
At their leisurely pace it took an hour to walk home. En route, a rare event excited the foragers. When there was only a hundred yards to go, Pepi ran ahead so she could be the first to announce it.
Though Annela and Ezra had made love for two hours last night, yet four hours later the tribeswomen were still sitting around the dais, grilling Annela about sex with Ezra while they cut vegetables, wove baskets or performed other chores. Pepi's shrill piping was a welcome interruption to her.
"We saw swans!" Pepi shouted as soon as she cleared the tree-line around the camp. "Mummy, we saw swans!"
"How many?" Mirselene asked, rising from her seat.
"Four," Pepi said, holding up five fingers.
"Good. What direction were they flying?"
Pepi pointed in a direction behind Mirselene. The others had now caught up and Mirselene looked quizzically at Carlin for her to corroborate Pepi's story.
"They flew west, Madam," Carlin answered.
"Hmm. Perhaps they'll settle on Duck Lake. Sharne, how prepared are we for the hunt?"
"We need to check the bows, strings and arrows," Sharne answered. "We can do so this afternoon, though it may take another day if we need to make repairs."
