Chapter 8

Amber snuggled up against Roland as she slowly woke up. Almost automatically, she ran her fingers down his muscular, if no longer young, stomach searching for his morning hard-on.

As she gently awakened her darling husband's cock, she thought back on the years since they had crash landed in the Colorado Mountains. Roland had driven that under-powered sports flitter while she and her twin sister, Ember, huddled together in the trailer, clinging to each other in terror for their very lives. Now, she was the Bridge Officer and Ember was the Chief Engineer of Earth's first interplanetary spaceship.

Roland sighed in his sleep and his cock seemed to grow with each loving stroke of Amber's experienced fingers. She had to be careful with Roland, who was now pushing seventy. Even in this light gravity, she could easily injure him with her exuberant bouncing up and down on his cock. A couple of years ago, she'd broken two of his ribs collapsing down on him just a little too hard after an incredible orgasm. Although that had been on old heavy-gravity Earth, she was still more careful, now.

Curling her lithe body down toward her favorite suck toy, she touched her lips to the end of it and swirled her tongue around its tip several times. Still asleep, Roland groaned in pleasure and shoved his pelvis up further, hoping in his dreams to get a better connection with that warm, wet sensation.

Chuckling to herself, Amber sucked the whole thing into her mouth and moistened it quite thoroughly. Then, careful not to use Roland's stomach for a springboard, she mounted him, holding his cock in one hand while guiding her landing down and skewering herself squarely and right on target. Well, almost, anyway. Rising up a bit, she reached between her legs and pulled one of her pussy lips out that had folded the wrong way when she landed on him.

Now, she was ready. Amber began a gentle back and forth motion – one that moved Roland's cock deeper inside her on the forward stroke, then pressed her clit against the root of his cock on the back stroke. All in all, it was a pleasant way to wake up your very favorite person in the whole world ... well, the whole spaceship, anyway.

As her legs and stomach began to burn from her morning exercise, Amber leaned forward, carefully placing her hands one on each side of Roland's chest, and began a more up-and-down motion. Roland was awake, now, and put his hands on her waist to help hold her up. He also began matching her movements, stroke for stroke and the crude, loud sounds of their bellies slapping together made them both laugh.

In another couple of moments, Amber was ready to come, and lay down on her loving husband; her entire body lying straight as a board on top of his. She even straightened her legs out behind her, closing them together and resting them on his so that even their feet touched. Now, even the tiniest motion went right through her clit as it pressed against Roland's hard cock buried inside her.

"You know I can't move when you lay like that, Darlin'," Roland whispered into her ear as she gently rocked on top of him.

Amber kissed his hair on the side of his head and squeezed her pussy against his cock. "I can ... but not much..."

Spreading her legs and sliding them up alongside his hips and underneath her again, she began her earlier gentle fucking motion, still pressing her clit against his cock as best she could.

"Umm, much better," Roland whispered, then held her tightly against him as she shuddered in orgasm.

Roland let Amber lie on top of him for another moment while she relaxed and recovered from her morning play, then gave her a gentle push.

"Up, Baby," he chuckled. "Your replacement should be here soon."

As if on queue, the hatch swung open and Ember climbed into their sleeping quarters. She was already naked, and soaking wet. Amber wasn't surprised at her sudden entrance. She'd felt her sister's mental greeting as she strode daringly naked up the passageway a moment earlier.

"Didn't miss your morning swim, I see," Amber teased her twin sister.

"And you didn't miss your morning cock," Ember teased back. "Hope you left some for me..."

"That's for you to guess and my pussy to hold in until I can find a bathroom," Amber laughed.

"Gross!" Ember replied, although she laughed, too. "Just make sure to wash before you go swimming in our drinking water!"

She grabbed a small carton of juice out of the cooler and guzzled it down in two gulps, then demanded, "Come on! Get off! You're hogging the goodies!"

"You're soaking wet!" Amber complained. "You'll drip all over the bed! And Roland!"

"He likes me wet!" Ember responded. "Now, scat!"

Amber climbed off the bed and kissed her sister as they passed each other. Ember climbed up on the bed and checked to make sure Roland was still hard and willing, then, without any preamble at all, climbed on and began fucking him.

Amber watched them fuck, grinning as her sister shook her wet hair out all over Roland's chest and stomach and making him laugh and cry out in mock protest. The stark contrast between the youthful looking, buxom blonde and the long, thin, older man beneath her was not lost as she gazed at them.

Years ago, both twins had been exposed to a lethal dose of radiation when the Phoenix III (before it was coated with a layer of clear liquid lead) was caught in a solar flare. The Femme Lisa had sponsored them during their admission to Solar City and was unwilling to see their natural empathic abilities become lost simply because they were going to die, so she supplied them with samples of her blood so they could inject each other if they so chose.

Amber's earthbound husband Roland, however, wasn't interested in extending his life beyond what 'The Good Lord' had granted him, although he was excited and quite happy to have a pair of hot, twenty-year-old twin blondes at his beck and call whenever they were rotated down to the surface.

Amber wasn't too upset about her husband's decision, knowing she probably had quite a few years, believing that when the 'Agues of Age' began to make themselves known, he would change his mind. So far, he was sticking to his original decision, and both Ember and Amber were beginning to realize that they might one day have to console each other without him.

With that depressing thought, she turned away and pulled her slacks and blouse out of their tiny, shared wardrobe. Climbing through the still-open hatch, she closed it behind her and dressed in the narrow, still-deserted passageway.

She carried her shoes down to the mess hall and, once there, sat down to put them on. Quickly checking over what was available, Amber settled for coffee and a roll with some orange lumps in it, then carried them to the bridge to eat when she started her shift.

Alicia was almost to the shore. She had swum the entire length of the tiny lake underwater and was feeling exuberant. It had taken her almost four minutes to cross it, which meant that her stamina was getting really good. As her hands struck the muddy shallows next to the shore, she pushed upward and took a great gasp of air, greedily replenishing what she had gradually let bubble out on her way across the lake as it turned to carbon dioxide.

Shaking her golden blond hair out of her face, she flopped backwards into the water, causing a long, shallow, slow motion splash in the one-quarter gravity. She floated happily, taking deep breaths to satisfy her oxygen starved cells while she mentally checked over the area. There had been an odd flash of light moments earlier when she was about halfway across the lake, so Alicia made sure to check over Tabatha's special 'wormholes' twice with her mind.

The displacement fields were firmly in place – sunlight and water were flowing normally. Air was coming in through a portal that connected to some mountain in Asia. All was well in the Grotto.

'Lisa's Grotto, ' Alicia thought, her mood darkening just a little at the thought of her favorite pest of a stepdaughter not being around to pester her any more.

'That flash was probably my imagination, ' she thought to herself. 'Oxygen deprivation can do funny things to your senses, after all, and I was really feeling it about then.'

With a deep sigh, Alicia rolled over and dove to the bottom of the lake, then swam through the clear water along the shoreline, her breasts just inches from scraping the bottom. As she swam past a tree rooted near the edge of the bank, it moved, seeming to follow her. Completely startled, Alicia back-paddled to a quick stop and darted straight up to take a look.

As she broke the surface, the tree leaned down toward her. Alicia flinched and looked up at it. All she could see was an enormous mouthful of teeth, and they were closing around her head! She shrieked, radiating terror throughout the entire ship as she was pulled right out of the water.

Long, dagger-like teeth sliced into her stomach and back, nearly biting her in half as she was swung high into the air by the monstrous beast. Holding her almost straight up over its head, it opened its mouth again to let the rest of her fall headfirst into its gullet. It growled in annoyance as it realized she was stuck on its teeth, then squashed her face and chest with its rough, muscular tongue, pushing her against the roof of its enormous mouth in an effort to dislodge her. It worked, and her belly and back tore loose as her mashed body slid farther down its throat.