Joan Carter of Mars - Chapter 1

Chapter One

With the lazy joy of a sleep-as-late-as-I-like Sunday morning, I awoke in a field of golden grass. I stretched and blinked at the yellow sun. It felt wonderful on my skin. I stretched and felt my breasts roll. I blinked.

I was naked in a field! My heart thumped. How had I gotten there? I sat up and clutched my arms to my bare flesh.

Back then, Joan Carter wasn't the sort of girl who went to sleep in the buff in a field. I would never have considered it. I couldn't figure out how I had arrived there. The last thing I remembered, I had been on a tour through a Scottish castle, built over even older Celtic ruins. I have always been intrigued by myths and stories of magical places. That summer, I took all the money I'd saved working as a librarian and arranged a grand tour of all the old, mythical places in Europe. The trip had started and ended in the British Isles.

Legend told that a doorway to another world lay hidden in a cave deep in the dungeons of an old castle. I persuaded the old caretaker to take me to the legendary cave. As he turned the key in the lock of an old, iron-bound door, he said: "This is a bad place, lassie -- there's some who've gone mad here -- it does something to a person."

I smiled at what I thought was quaint tradition. He opened the door and handed me his flashlight.

"There ain't room fer more than one to have a look. You go ahead."

I took the light and stepped forward. Inside the door was a cave barely large enough for one person to stand in. The light caught at something on the wall and scattered in rainbow streaks. I saw that the walls were crystalline and caught the light. The patterns in the crystals were eerie and magical. The blinded me, piercing my head. The next thing I remembered was waking naked in that field.

As I sat up I noticed something else. I had changed. Blonde hair cascaded around my shoulders. I felt a lock with my fingers -- it was silky and had a reddish-gold tinge. I looked down at myself.

The body I knew was short and a little thick around the middle, with brown hair, and nearly flat breasts. As I looked down at myself, I saw firm, round breasts, a flat stomach, and long legs -- and every inch, tanned brown as if I'd lain in the sun for weeks. The familiar dark thatch of pubic hair between my legs was also gone. Instead, my mons was naked. I ran my hand down that firm triangle of flesh and found no trace of stubble. It was strange to see the pink nubbin of my clitoris unprotected.

I looked about. I lay in a field of three-foot high grass. I seemed to be in a sort of horseshoe valley, with gentle hills ringing three sides. The mouth of the valley opened onto a line of sapphire blue, which emerged from behind one hill and disappeared behind another.

"This is a dream," I thought to myself. My heart slowed. "Yes. It must be a dream." I lay back and stretched out in the warm grass.

I smiled. Perhaps the crystal cavern had some hypnotic effect. Whatever it was, I liked it. I cupped my new, dream breasts in both hands and tweaked the nipples. the lips of my cunt flushed. I gasped, then giggled. I slipped a hand over my hairless mons and pulled at my clit with two fingers. Again, my body responded. I groaned, thrusting my cunt upwards. My fingers slipped down my slit, into hot, moistness. I spread the slippery fluid over my cunt and began to stroke myself into ecstasy. Every so often, I ran a hand over a firm breast, or up the length of my leg. I soon had three fingers deep in my slippery vagina, twisting and reaming, while I worked my clit with my thumb.

Just as I shuddered into orgasm, a strange thing floated overhead: a ship. Twenty-feet up and maybe twenty feet long, it was rigged like a small sailing ship. The hull was flat on the bottom, and instead of a single keel it had three shorter ones, one under the bow, and two on either side of the stern.

And, over the side, a man grinned down at me.

I shrieked, jumped to my feet, and ran. I bounded over the grass, heading for the nearest hill. Behind me I heard hearty laughter and a deep, mellow voice call, "Shira viru, Frena?"

I looked back as I ran. And tripped on something. I fell face forward to the ground, my palms and one knee driving into the ground. Something hard scraped my knee. I climbed to my feet, brushing grass from the barked skin. It hurt an awful lot for a dream.

As I got to my feet, I looked back. The airship had landed, settling on its tripod of keels. Halfway between, the ship and I, a young man -- naked skin as bronze as my own now was -- bounded after me. "Toso, Frena?" he called with a note of concern.

I suppose my mind froze for a second. Here I was standing naked before a stranger, with no hope of hiding or covering myself. So I stood up, flaunting my body in defiance of my modesty, and raised a hand. "I'm alright," I said.

The man stopped just out of arm's reach. He was clothed only in a leather harness which crossed his chest, and a flowing red cloak. A saber hung at his side. The muscles in his arms, chest and stomach were well defined, but not bulging. I noticed he, too, had no pubic hair, and his cock -- I'd only ever seen two close up before -- seemed huge, even though it hung limp.

He raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Seyu toso," he said.

I shook my head. "I don't understand."

He frowned. Then he touched his chest. "Shodu," he said. "Shodu."

I started to shake my head again, then a thought occurred to me.

"Tarzan!" I laughed. "Me, Tarzan. You, Jane. Right?"

He smiled with eyes frowning and tapped his chest again. "Shodu."

I placed a hand between my breasts. "Joan."

He reached out and touched the back of my hand. "Tone," he said.

I shook my head. "Joan." I exaggerated the 'J.' "Joan."

"Jone?"

I smiled and he did, too. I touched his chest with my other hand. It was hot from the sun. "Shodu."

He grinned at me again. A hot flush of desire ran through my body. I'm sure he could see my nipples harden. I blushed pink from belly to forehead.

Then he knelt before me. I stepped back, pulling my hands to my chest. He smiled gently, pulled something from his belt, and gestured towards my blooded knee. I understood. With one strong hand he gripped the back of my leg. The thing he held in the other hand looked like a salt-shaker without holes. He swabbed it over my scraped knee. It stung and I jerked back, but he held tight and finished the job.

After a few seconds the pain disappeared. I could see that the scrape had already healed. "Magic," I thought dreamily. I smiled and said, "Thank you."

Shodu looked up at me, his eyes traveling the length of my body. He slid his hand up the back of my leg until it cupped my buttock and said in a breathy voice, "Seru komina, frena!"

I blushed again, but did not pull away. "What a wonderful dream!" I thought. I put my hands on his hard, tanned shoulders and stroked them. My body flushed, my nipples burned, and my cunt became slippery. He kissed the inside of my thigh. I groaned and pushed my body against him. His tongue played up my thigh into the fold at the edge of my crotch. Then he sucked my clit between his lips and began to work it in and out.

"Oh, God!" I moaned. "No one's ever done that." He smiled up at me. His hand clutched my buttock. Wetness started to flow from my cunt. He gripped my other buttock and pulled my crotch tighter to his face. His tongue flicked down my slit. I threw my head back. "Mmmm! Only in a dream!"

Shodu stood up, his chest pressing against my jutting breasts. I pulled his mouth to mine. His tongue thrust between my lips. I opened my mouth wider. My heart pounded, my body melted against his. I could feel his cock brushing my thigh.

I broke the kiss and looked down between our flushed bodies. His cock hung half-erect to one side. I touched it with one hand. It jerked a little, hardening.

"Fulyu trin!" Shodu's voice rumbled in his chest.

I grabbed his cock full in my hand and stroked it. It swelled, the foreskin sliding back. Shodu groaned. His hands gripped my waist and pulled down. "Sukru!" he said in a commanding voice.

I frowned at him. "I don't understand."

He bobbed his head forward and enveloped one of my hard nipples in his mouth. He sucked hard on it. I groaned.

"Sukru!" he said. Then he nodded his head downwards.

"Oh!" I went down on one knee and thrust a tentative tongue onto the head of his cock. I had never tasted cock before. It was salty and a little bitter.

Shodu grabbed my head and pulled me closer. I slipped my lips around his glans, then slid my mouth down his shaft. He groaned. I sucked my cheeks hollow and he began to thrust.

I had never had a man's cock in my mouth. Joan Carter the librarian had always been a 'proper' woman, afraid of being labeled a slut. The two men I had had experience with never saw the inner me -- I kept my fantasies to myself and only took my nightie off under the sheets in the dark. Sex on those terms never lived up to my dreams. But when I first met Shodu the situation was so impossible, I could only believe it was a dream. And that belief gave me courage to play out my fantasies.

I sucked hard, engulfing as much of Shodu's hard cock as I could. He groaned and stroked my hair. Then he pulled my mouth from his rod. "Hiru," he said. He gently pushed me back. I smiled and lay back in the golden grass. "Nodru Kopri vos," he said as he knelt beside me. He stroked my breast, then ran his hand down my belly to my crotch.

"Touch me," I groaned. I pushed my cunt upwards. His fingers stroked the inflamed lips, fingertips just slipping into my wet hole. "Oh, yes!" I spread my knees wide and grabbed his cock. "Make love to me." He grinned as I pulled him between my legs. I smelled the clean, musky sweat on his chest. Gently he peeled my hand off his organ and took hold of it himself. He rubbed the head over my clit, then slid it down and in.

He speared into me with a brief tearing pain -- it was the same feeling I'd had when I lost my virginity. I cried out, but he stroked my blonde hair and began slow strokes. The pain passed. Soon I was gasping under his thrusts, my cunt hot and slippery, my hands clutched on his back.

His rod slid in to the hilt, the head pushing deep inside me, the shaft stretching my cunt-lips. I moaned fragmented sounds, pushing my feet against the ground. My buttocks rose to meet his thrusts, then thumped against the flattened grass.

I threw my head to one side. "Oh, god!"

"Coru dat!" He laughed and pounded faster.

"Oh, god!" I squirmed under his sweating body. A rhythm built in my clit, a throbbing that kept time with our fucking. Pleasure swelled in my pulsing cunt.

Suddenly, Shodu looked up.

"Shodu!" a female voice called. "Torod ro Kiru!"

Shodu pulled away. I clung to him, trying to keep his body pressed against mine. "Shodu!" I said. "Shodu, Stay with me." His cock slid out of my slit, leaving me inflamed and wanting.

"Surud, frena," he said. He stood, his cock glistening with my pussy juice, and held a hand out to me. I took it and stood up, pressing my hot cunt against his thigh.

"Koro, Shodu!" the woman called again. She stood on the deck of the airship, wearing a cloak and harness like Shodu. Her body was more generous even than my new one -- her breasts were the size of cantaloupes held in golden cups which did not cover her large brown nipples, her waist thin, and her hips ample. A band of gold filigree held her raven black hair above her forehead.

Shodu pulled away from me and walked toward her. I stood unmoving.

"Shodu." She stomped her foot. Her breasts jiggled.

My lover ran to the airship, bounded aboard, and knelt before her. He said something in an apologetic tone. The raven-haired woman spun on her heel and walked away from him.

He stood up and lowered his head for a moment. Then he turned and called to me. "Como surud, frena?" He held out his hand and gestured me towards the ship. I took a few steps forward. Shodu gestured again, and rolled his eyes towards raven-hair. "Tolo pussa!" he whispered.

I grabbed the rail and began to pull myself up. Shodu lent a hand.

Raven-hair stood in the prow of the airship, the wind blowing her cloak tight against her magnificent body. As I thumped to the deck she whirled.

"Scota orocot kronum!" she said. She sneered and pulled a dagger from her harness. Shodu moved between us.

"Tukoh ree koron!" he said. He gripped his sword-handle.

Tona stomped her foot again, but whirled and returned to the prow. Shodu stroked my arm.

"Kuru aht," he said, pointing at the deck. He moved away. I started to follow, but he pointed again. "Kuru aht!" I nodded. He obviously meant 'stay here.'

He walked aft and bounded onto the pilot's deck. On that deck two shafts stuck out of the deck, each topped with a three-foot diameter wheel. One was red, the other white. Shodu spun the red wheel a quarter turn. Something below the deck clicked like a ratchet. The ship jerked. I cried out and grabbed the railing. The airship rose like a balloon.

Continued in Chapter 2

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