Sighing deeply, she stretched out. He fell on top of her, where he lay panting, her smooth buttocks warm and soft against his loins. After awhile she turned and looked into his eyes, searching. “What’s got into us?” she whispered.
“I don’t know,” he answered and kissed her gently. “But I like it. I feel like a sex-starved teenager.” He lay on his side and studied her face. He’d never seen her this radiant, never before did she completely abandoned herself to her desires, the way she did just now. Sex to her had been something a wife did with her husband in the dark of the night, not necessarily something to be enjoyed. She had never been frigid, and he knew she enjoyed it most of the time, but she never had an orgasm like the one she just experienced.
“Did you like it, too?” he asked.
She put her finger on his nose, let it trail over his lips, his chin. Smiling dreamily, she said, “I didn’t know it could be like this. Did you?”
“No,” he said, thinking again of Orona and felt guilty. Had it been a dream or had he really been with her? He wasn’t sure. The image of Anina kneeling in front of Stephan Tilus popped into his mind. Had that been a dream?
“We better get dressed,” he said. “I have to check out the power generator at the lab. It’s been acting up lately.”
Before he could get out of bed, there was a knock on the door. “Thomas,” someone called. “Are you in there?” Tom recognized Ted Cameron, the botanist.
“A minute,” Tom answered. “I’ve slept in.” He slipped into his pants, didn’t bother with a shirt. There was another knock, and then the door opened. Ted Cameron stepped through, glanced first at Tom, and then at Anina, who was sitting up in the bed.
He stared at her exposed breasts. “I’m sorry,” he stammered, “I didn’t know,” but he kept staring at her.
Anina smiled, pulled the covers up to her neck. “It’s all right, Teddy,” she said. “I’m sure you’ve seen me naked before, down by the lake, where the women are bathing. The bushes aren’t that thick.”
Ted blushed. “I only got a glimpse, honest.”
“Adam and Eve walked around naked. It says so in the Good Book.” Anina stretched, she didn’t seem to notice the cover slipping off again.
“What’s on your mind?” Tom asked, stirring Ted out of the door. “And I don’t mean right at this very moment,” he added, grinning.
The other man walked out backward, his eyes glued to Anina’s naked body, when she slipped out of bed. She stood for a moment, inhaled deeply, thrusting out her ample breasts, a mischievous smile on her face, her green eyes large. They locked with his.
Tom closed the door behind him. “What’s up?”
Ted was still staring at the closed door. “She’s a beautiful woman,” he said.
“Who?”
“Anina.”
“You didn’t come to tell me that.” Tom eyed the other man. Ted Cameron was a big guy, beefy, with a round, friendly face. It appeared obvious by the dark shadow covering his chin and cheeks that he didn’t shave this morning. That was not like him, he was usually clean-shaven.
Ted closed his eyes, shook his head. Then he fixed the gaze of his blue eyes on Tom. “Something weird is going on,” he said with a haunted look on his face.
“What do you mean by weird?”
“I had sex with Nurse Mabel last night.”
Tom smiled and then he laughed. “You are talking about Mabel, the Ice cube?”
“That’s right, and she is no ice cube, let me tell you.”
“It may be surprising news, but not weird.” Tom chuckled. “Count yourself lucky, Teddy. I guess we can put the rumors to rest that she doesn’t like men.”
Ted came closer and whispered, “This morning, when I saw her, I gave her a wink. She just ignored me, acted as if nothing happened.”
“Maybe nothing did happen.” Tom said, flashes of young Orona coming unbidden. He remembered the feeling of her creamy vagina squeezing his rigid pole, remembered her soft breasts warm against his chest, her solid round buttocks in his groin. These memories seemed real, but were they?
“You think I’m making it up?” Ted stared at Tom. “I admit I’ve had fantasies about making out with her, but this was no fantasy. It happened!”
“Did you talk to her about it?”
“No, she ignores me.”
“Why not ask her.” Tom shrugged. “You know, Teddy, I can’t give you an answer.” He hesitated, wasn’t quite sure if he should confide in the other man, after all, they weren’t really close friends. “I’ve had a strange dream last night, and so did Anina.”
“Really?” Ted seemed hopeful. “Tell me about it.”
“Nah, it was just a stupid dream. It’s already fading,” he lied. The memory of Orona’s pumping soft buttocks in his hands stayed quite strong. “By the way, did you notice a strange smell in the air last night?” he asked.
“Come to think of it, I did. But don’t ask me where it came from.”
“It was stronger by the pond,” Tom said. “Maybe you should check it out. You’re the botanist.”
“Maybe I will.” Ted turned to leave.
Tom watched him walk away and then went back into the shelter. Anina was up, dressed. He remembered how she just behaved with Ted. “You shouldn’t display yourself like that to other men,” he chided her.
She just smiled, looked at him, and then she lowered her long lashes over her green eyes in a demure gesture. “I believe you’re jealous, Thomas McClary.” She laughed. “That makes me feel good.”
“I guess I am jealous,” he said. “That’s just because I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she said in a low throaty voice and gave him a sidelong glance, it made her look incredibly sexy and Tom felt a sudden, strong urge.
“You’re still so beautiful and attractive.” He stared at her, at the swell of her breasts. He reached for the belt around her waist.
Gently, she pushed his hands away. “We’re already late for our chores. I hope they left us something to eat. Those berry-pancakes are usually the first to go.”
Together they walked toward the blue-striped building that served as the mess hall. Ho Ling, the cook, proved a real artist in the kitchen; creating palate-pleasing dishes from the local plants and fruit as soon as the biologists deemed them safe to eat.
The pancakes were gone, but there were plenty of small cakes made from the seeds of the local pine trees and many different kinds of fresh fruit. The herbal tea tasted somewhat bitter, but Ho Ling assured them it was safe and quite healthy.
“You’ll feel like a young tiger tonight,” he said, winking at Tom.
“I heard that.” Anina laughed and shook a finger at the little man. “You are nasty.”
Ho Ling smiled. “It’ll turn you into a blooming flower that will attract every bee in the neighborhood.”
“I’ve seen the local bees.” Anina shook herself. “How about a female tiger?” There was a mischievous light in her green eyes.
“Too dangerous,” the little cook said. “Besides, it is more fun to be a flower. Everyone will want to taste your sweet nectar.” He walked away, chuckling to himself.
“He seems awfully good spirited this morning.” Tom commented.
“Maybe he had a beautiful dream last night,” Anina mused. “I feel very good today.”
They got up. “I’ll go have a look at that generator,” he said. He touched his wife’s hand. “See you later.”
Before he reached the small shed that housed the generator, someone calling his name stopped him. Turning, he watched a figure dressed in a black and white robe rush toward him. Sister Angela.
She was a little out of breath when she reached him. Tom looked at her and fleetingly wondered why a beautiful woman like Sister Angela would choose a way of life dedicated to spiritual experiences instead of enjoying more earthly pleasures.
Like Sex!
He stopped himself before his mind could tread on dangerous grounds. What is the matter wit
h me, he thought, I’ve never looked at her this way before.
“Brother Thomas.” Sister Angela looked into his eyes, her face seemed flushed. Tom didn’t think it came from running. “There is a matter I’d like to discuss with you.”
“What is it, Sister?” Tom asked, noticing her uneasiness.
“It is of a somewhat delicate matter. I don’t know how to say it. I feel deeply disturbed.” Lowering her eyelashes, she blurted out, “I’ve entertained thoughts of a carnal nature lately.”
Tom smiled, touched her arm. She pulled away, as if experiencing an electric shock. She looked at him, again. He noticed that her eyes were a beautiful deep blue color. “Why tell me, Sister?” he asked gently.
“Because you’re the oldest down here.” She smiled a little. “And I don’t mean that in a derogatory way. In addition, you’re a man who believes in the scriptures. Besides, you are married, happily, I believe, and the chance of you taking advantage of a certain situation is quite small. I have to show you something, but it has to be done at night, you will understand when you see it. I’ll meet you after dark down by the women’s bathing place.”
Before he could answer her, she turned and walked away. Shaking his head, Tom looked after her retreating slim figure.
Chapter Six
Beta Colony
A brisk breeze blew from the Mountain Lake, leaving small ripples on the clear water. Rosanha slipped out of her plain cotton dress and stood naked at the edge of the lake. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and inhaled the heady scent that clung to the breeze.
It was a beautiful place. Life proved harsh now, but it would be better some day. Sometimes she felt homesick for her home planet, Earth, but when she remembered the over-crowded conditions she once lived in, the pangs of pain evaporated quickly.
She ran into the water, dove in and swam toward one of the large floating plants. Something touched her thigh, something cool and slippery. There was a tickling sensation on her belly, then her pubic area. She felt suddenly aroused. A splashing sound behind her made her turn around. “You startled me,” she said in a breathless voice, her face flushed.
“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to.” He was young, handsome, his voice pleasant.
She studied him. “I’ve never seen you before,” she said, backing away from him. In the clear water she could see that he was naked, like her. The tingling between her legs became almost overwhelming.
“I’m from Alpha-Colony,” he said, smiling.
“But that’s far away from here.” She held on to one of the giant leafs of the plant, covering her breasts with one arm.
He laughed. “Are you shy? I’ve seen naked girls before.”
She blushed. “I don’t know you. You are a stranger.” Her thighs tingled, her loins throbbed softly, and she found herself drawn to this young man.
“You don’t have to be afraid of me,” he said. “Come, let’s go ashore and out of the sun. There is shade and soft grass underneath that tree over there.”
“I like the sun, and it’s almost gone anyway,” she said, “besides, I am naked.”
“So am I,” he laughed. “Are you ashamed of your body? Are you ugly?”
She smiled. “No.”
“No to what? Ashamed or ugly?”
“No to both.” She let go of the plant, swam toward shore. “Catch me, if you can,” she called over her shoulder, suddenly feeling reckless and playful.
He caught up with her easily, swam beside her, and then he disappeared under the surface. She saw a distorted image of him, and then he was gone. He surfaced close to shore, way ahead of her, waiting for her.
“You are fast,” she said, trying to catch her breath.
“I love the water.” He laughed. “I was born in it.” He reached for her hand, pulled her up from her crouching position. When her naked breasts grazed his muscular chest, it sent a tingling sensation through her nipples. He picked her up, carried her onto dry land and put her down gently underneath the big tree.
He stood above her, muscles rippling on his youthful body. His penis was large and half-erect. She’d never seen a man’s penis from this close, and it looked almost intimidating.
“You are very handsome,” she said, blushing again.
He laughed, showing white teeth, and shook his shoulder-length hair. Then he dropped down beside her and kissed her gently. She didn’t struggle; her vagina burned with an unfamiliar desire, her insides felt hot. When he moved on top of her, her thighs parted willingly. Something hard and hot touched her belly, slid between her thighs. His fingers massaged her pubic area. She reached down between them, found his hardness.
“This is my first time,” she whispered, “please, be gentle.”
She lifted up, felt him enter her partially. There was a sudden sharp pain, but only for a moment, then he was inside her. He moved slowly in and out of her. Soon she began to experience pleasure beyond anything she ever experienced before. When he kissed her, his saliva mingled with hers, it tasted sweet and pleasant. Boys kissed her before, but they never tasted like this.
She swallowed eagerly, sucked on his tongue. She experienced her first orgasm. Trying to stifle her cries of pleasure, she failed.
He pulled out of her, told her to turn around and kneel. She could hardly wait for him to enter her again and cried out when she felt his hard penis slide back into her dripping young vagina. She arched her back, pushed up her buttocks, bucked beneath him. His hands cupped her small breasts, his fingers played with her stiff nipples.
Then she felt his penis growing inside her, hot liquid gushed forcefully into her young womb. She whimpered and clawed the ground with her fingers as another powerful climax sent a series of spasms through her body.
“You are killing me,” she cried out, “I can’t take much more.”
He kissed her neck. “You’d be amazed how much you can take,” he whispered into her ear. “This is just the beginning.”
Rosanha had never been with a man before, not sexually, but she watched other couples. There were not many secrets in the small settlement. “Let me be on top,” she said, when he pulled out to turn her around again. He nodded, smiled and stretched out on his back. His penis stood like a stiff mast. She straddled him, lowered herself down. When she felt the swollen head touch her labia, she closed her eyes, rubbed her clitoris gently across his slippery glans.
As the pleasure built her movements became more furious. Crying out, she doused him with her discharge, and then she sank into his lap, took the hard organ deep inside her. Opening her eyes, she saw him watching her.
The sun disappeared, but the two moons were bright in the sky. Their silvery light bathed his face. A strange glow appeared in his dark eyes, as if they were illuminated from within.
He lifted his upper torso, put his arms around her slim body, then, without uncoupling, he put her onto her back. Her young sex-canal was stretched to its limits by his hard, throbbing organ. He moved with forceful strokes on top of her. She pulled up her knees until they touched her shoulders to give him deeper access.
“Accept my gift,” he whispered into her ear and then his mouth closed over hers. His penis pumped inside her, filling her young vessel, his mouth fed her his sweet nectar. She milked his penis, sucked on his tongue, her body shook in the throes of a tremendous orgasm.
It proved too much for her system. Blackness engulfed her as she lost consciousness. When she awoke, he was gone.
She stared into the star-speckled sky above, the two moons met and were parting again. If it hadn’t been for the dull throbbing in her womb, she would have thought this to be a dream. She had daydreamed before. She touched her belly, then her thighs. Closing her eyes, she tried to recall the sensation of a man’s penis sliding into her. What an ecstatic experience that had been! She needed to tell someone, maybe Mandy, her girl friend. Mandy was half a year older, and she was also still a virgin.
Rosanha giggled suddenly. “I am not a virgin anymore,” she whispered. “M
andy will be so envious.” She became aware of someone approaching. When she looked up, she saw two people running toward the tree she lay under. A man and woman, both naked. They were giggling and laughing, the man grabbed the woman from the back, cupped her breasts. They never made it to the tree. The woman fell to her knees, pushed up her rump. The man knelt behind her, fumbled between his legs.
Rosanha got a quick glimpse of his rigid penis before it disappeared between the woman’s buttocks. Arching her back, the woman cried out softly when the man’s pelvis snapped forward.
“Am I too big for you?” the man asked, moving slowly behind the woman.
“No,” gasped the woman, “you fill me up just right.”
“I hope your husband didn’t see us.”
The woman laughed, began rotating her hips in his lap. “Don’t worry about Franco. He’s too busy dipping his nose into those two young honey-cups. He thinks I don’t know what’s going on.”
The man grabbed her hips, increased his tempo. “You mean young Mandy and Lillith?” His breath started coming a little faster now. The woman’s fleshy buttocks clenched and unclenched as she milked him furiously.
“Mandy and Lillith,” breathed the woman. “Those two little stream-nymphets. They could be his daughters. He’s been fogging both of them for the last couple of nights.”
Rosanha gasped silently. So much for surprising Mandy with the big news. Sounds like she’s been busy. And Lillith! Who would have thought? Lillith, who wouldn’t look twice at any of the eligible young bachelors. So, she liked older men!
Rosanha rolled onto her belly, propped herself up on her elbows. Who were these two people? The voices sounded familiar, but she didn’t recognize them, their faces lay in the shadows. The woman had big breasts, they swung like a pair of pendulums beneath her every time the man thrust into her.
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