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NOTICE -- the following contains suggestive, lewd, outrageous, filthy,
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embarassing, and downright PORNOGRAPHIC language. There are
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scenes of single sex, couples sex, bisexual sex, trisexual sex,
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group sex, alien sex, mild incest, and even --- gasp! HUMOR with
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NO sexual overtones!
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I don't want to read any damn messages about how you are outraged
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by this text, or how you find it disgusting, or how you are
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offended.
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!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!
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This story is copyright 1991 by JRDIV.
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It was written by J, R, D, I, and V.
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Copyright 1992 by FYDITM Productions
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bah-bah-bahhhhh bah bah-bah bah-bahhhh bah-BAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
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Star Trek: The Next Fornication
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"Captain's Log, stardate 4569.69 -- Personal note: There's nothing to
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report really. I just love saying '69' whenever I can."
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"The starship Enterprise (affectionately known as the 'Spreadlegs' to its
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crew) is making its way through the dark void, penetrating farther than any
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ship has before. Exploring virgin territory excited the crew. Tensions are
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high, but the well-trained crew keeps gently massaging their consoles, coaxing
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the fine-tuned instruments to do the job. Nothing can be heard but the
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pounding of their hearts, their breathing, and the throbbing and pulsing of
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the massive column in central Engineering.
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The bridge crew were are at their positions. Despite years of training
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and experience, their eyes are nonetheless lust-filled inserting their ship
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into this unexplored space. There was some slight apprehension, but it soon
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vanished, almost as the popping of a balloon as a confident voice spoke. End
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log."
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"Tit's about time for a scanner report," said William Riker, the hunky
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first officer.
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"I agree, Number One," said Jean-Luc Picard, captain of the vessel.
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Balding, Picard was not quite as hunky as Riker, but he had more class.
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Besides, rumour had it that if one were to drop the soap around Riker, it
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would be better to leave it lay. But actually he would fuck male and female
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alike. He and Deanna Troi once had a fling, but she dumped him for growing a
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beard.
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"When you eat my cunt, I can't tell where I end and you begin," she had
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offered as a reason, but now working so close to him had rekindled the flame.
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"Make it so, Mr. Worf," said Picard.
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"I'm sorry, sir. A male Klingon does not sew. Neither do we skip or
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prance around. I do not press flowers, though I occasionally wear women's
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clothes. But you must remember that the clothes of a Klingon female have huge
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spikes. In addition, certain other garments have devices of a rather personal
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nature which just happen to be near the orifices of the body."
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"He meant," Riker said, "you fucking idiot, to do the scanner report. SO,
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not SEW!"
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Worf blushed (if it were possible for a Klingon) and made a thoroughly
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probing scan of the dark area ahead, reporting negative.
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"Ensign Crusher, give us heading 324 point 7, mark 83. Warp 6."
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"Twat's that you say? I cunt hair you. I have got an ear infucktion,
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SIR!" the boy said, laughing and almost falling out of his chair onto his
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cute, tight ass.
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"I'll paddle that cute, tight ass -- later, when it's quiet," Riker
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thought to himseslf.
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Big-titted nympho Deanna Troi, an empathic half-Trapezoid, looked at Riker
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with wide eyes. Her feelings were suddenly distracted from the lust-filled
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daydreams of Tasha Yar, and she turned her attention to her ex-lover as she
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felt his thoughts of young male sex.
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Seeing that he had aroused Deanna, and thinking quickly, Riker said out
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loud, "I'll paddle that cute, tight ass, Mr. Crusher -- later when it's
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quiet."
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Rising and throwing out his chest and pelvic region, Wesley said, "SIR!
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YES SIR! VERY GOOD, SIR!"
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The whole bridge crew could see the bulge in Wesley's crotch. Riker's
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bisexual exploits were legendary -- the topic of discussion in Ten Forward.
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Wesley, however, due to his inexperience, would poke his cock into anything
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that was wet -- if he ever came across anything that was wet, and if it would
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let him. His previous experience had been limited to jacking off and fooling
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around with a tent-mate on a holodeck camping trip.
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As his seams were on the point of ripping, Wesley could feel the eyes of
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the female crewmembers zeroing in on his zipper. Or where his zipper would be
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if this wasn't the 24th century. His hard-on pounded, saluting the gaze of
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Deanna, Tasha, and even his red-headed mom. He about passed out with the
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thought of fucking any one of them.
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He had peeked on his mom fingering herself, but had done nothing more than
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jack off while watching her. Of course his mom didn't know, and she would be
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embarassed to death if anyone found out that the upright Beverly Crusher
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finger-fucked her cunt to relieve her sexual frustrations.
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How long had it been since she had even sucked a cock? The last was a
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"quickie" blow in Sickbay -- a triple-headed, 14-inch alien whanger. She
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would be mortified if she knew that her son had watched her relieve her sexual
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tensions in her own bed.
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"Head for the showers at shift change, Ensign," said Picard, acting before
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things got out of hand.
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"Ding-a-ling," said Riker, grinning broadly as the bridge crew convulsed
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with laughter at the punchline to the centuries-old joke about the three
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monks.
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But three of the crew weren't laughing with any conviction -- the three
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horny women who would love to let a hard-on slide in and out of their steamy
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cunts: Tasha, Deanna, and an increasingly-horny Beverly, whose horniness was
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so intense that the thought of ANY male erection aroused her.
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Straightening her uniform and breathing deeply, Beverly prepared to give
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her medical report. While Tasha could pick up any young stud on the ship and
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Deanna could finger and dildo her cunt to the feelings of the fuck lust of
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everyone on the ship at night, Beverly had to take sex where she could get it.
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Or more accurately, where she couldn't get it. For she hadn't had her brains
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fucked out in years. The last time was -- well, modesty forbids, but his
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initials are JLP. She wasn't even sure her pussy would lube up to a cock any
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more. The "where she could get it" most oftened turned out to be the fingers
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of her right hand roaming around inside her panties.
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"Captain, I'm don't think we should be so COCKsure and STIFF as we RAM
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into this sector. Readings inDICKate there might be lifeforms aHEAD," the
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doctor said.
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"Beverly, why don't you go to the holodeck and get laid before you
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explode?" Picard said.
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Gulping and whimpering like Kirstie Alley, Beverly lowered her head in
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embarassment. She stood, straightened her jacket to cover the protruding
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nipples of her braless tits, and headed for the turbolift.
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"Captain, you and mom are pretty close," Wesley said after she had gone.
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"Maybe it's time for a little Dicky Dunkin'. . ."
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"Yes, Captain. I can feel the lust and the distraction she is feeling in
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her horniness," Deanna said. "She is in definite need of a good porking."
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Little did they all know that he had spent several nights between the
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lovely redhead's thighs at the Academy reunion, screwing her to screaming
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orgasms, but that's another text file altogether.
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"Thank you all for your input, but I have a lover, and she's called
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'Enterprise'," said the captain.
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Riker spoke up.
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"Sir, isn't that a line from 'Mudd's Women'?" he said, apparently
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questioning the authority and judgment of a superior, just as he did every
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week.
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"Commander, there are approximately 600,000 words in the English language,
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and they can be used in only limited combinations. In that limited list,
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there are only a few combinations of words that will be appropriate for any
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given situation. Therefore, out of necessity, some combinations of words can
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be expected to be repeated in similar situations, as the minds of humans tend
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to work similarly, and they would react similarly in identical or similar
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situations," said Data.
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"I didn't expect a sort of Altarian Inquisition!" Riker responded.
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The crew looked around sharply and expectantly for a few seconds, but
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nothing happened.
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"Damn," said Lieutenant Michael Palin.
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Picard stood to go to his ready room. He straightened his jacket.
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"Damn, I hate these things. I'm glad we're getting new ones for the
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next season," he said.
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"You're getting a new jacket?" Riker said.
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"And a captain's hat," Picard added.
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"WHERE IS MY FUCKING HAT AND JACKET?!?!?!?" Riker exclaimed.
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Suddenly a chime sounded: shift change. The crew worked on staggered
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shifts, so it was possible to work for three or four days before the same
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roster worked together again. This made for better training, as the crew
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found the best attributes of the entire range of crew, rather than just
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growing comfortable with a few people.
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Tasha, Wesley, and Data entered the lift. After a few seconds, Wesley
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noticed that Tasha had moved close to him and was pressing her cunt into his
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thigh, rubbing her crotch up and down, breathing heavily in his ear. His cock
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rose to full length, straining the material of his slacks.
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"Stop," Tasha commanded the turbolift.
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Dropping to her knees, she faced Wesley and moved so that his zipper (or
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where it would be, if this weren't the 24th century) was near the level of her
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mouth.
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"Have you ever had a blowjob before, Wesley?" she asked.
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"Well, a friend and I went camping on the holodeck and we kind of felt
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each other up and stuff. It was fun, but we don't do it that much. Of
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course, we jack off all the time. But I've never been sucked by a woman."
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"Query, Lieutenant Yar. . .blowjob?" said Data.
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Although he watched as Tasha pulled out the young cock and began sucking,
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Data felt no arousal, for not only did another cock not turn him on, but
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neither did a pussy. He is an fucking android, for Pete's sake!
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"Accessing. . .blowjob. Ah! A term used to describe the oral stimulation
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of the male sex organ, hopefully by a female. Going down, swallowing the
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salami, tube steak boogie, slurping the sausage, giving head, tooting the
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flesh tuba, playing the skin flute, playing the furry harmonica. . ."
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"ENOUGH, Data," said Tasha between slurps of Wesley's cock.
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Wes couldn't believe his luck. Here was that sexy Tasha (she of the tight
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pants) going down on him. Shit! This was a million times better than jacking
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off! But it wasn't going to last too long, because Tasha had a very talented
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mouth.
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"Ungggh, hunnnhhh," Wes grunted, squirting his load into a woman for the
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first time.
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Tasha swallowed and stood up. Wesley fixed his pants, then looked up at
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Tasha. She put her arms around his neck and French kissed him. Although not
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as good as the blowjob, her kissing was very arousing. If he hadn't just cum,
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he would be getting hard as a rock.
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"Continue," Tasha said to the turbolift. "Wesley, not a word of this to
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anyone -- if you ever want to do anything like it again. Data, I want you to
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forget this ever happened."
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Wesley grinned and nodded his head. Data's eyes rolled around as he
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erased the previous 5 minutes from his memory banks. The turbolift halted and
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the doors opened. The three stepped out and went in different directions.
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Entering his room, Wesley got into his pajamas and lay down. He couldn't
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get his mind off the sight of Tasha's lips wrapped around his boner. Suddenly
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realizing his mom left the bridge before he had, he flipped on his viewscreen
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and entered the password to activate the hidden camera in her quarters.
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She was there, and she had stripped down to her panties. She had nice
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tits (her whole body was slurpable), and fit nicely into her panties. She sat
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on the edge of the bed and began rubbing lotion on her arms. Her huge tits
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were full and swelling, and the nipples were stiff and erect. After a while
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she began massaging them and rubbing lotion on them as well. She would rub
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from underneath, then grab and pinch the nipples before releasing the tit to
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let it drop back.
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This soon got her horny, and she began rubbing her pussy through her
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panties. She lay back on the bed and pulled her knees up so that her feet
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were flat on the bed. Then she spread her thighs as widely as she could and
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began rubbing her pussy through her panties even more vigorously.
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Suddenly she said, "Oh, this is useless!"
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Expecting her to quit, Wes was pleasantly surprised to watch her pull her
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panties down. Although he had watched her finger-fuck before, he had never
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seen her naked cunt before. Her previous finger-fuck sessions were limited to
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feeling down inside her panties. Now here it was, wide open, hot and wet, and
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surrounded by hot red hair! What a hole it was, too!
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She gently inserted a finger into the hot hole and began slowly pumping it
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in and out, and round and round. Wesley's hand had found his hard cock and
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was stroking it. She was really going at it, but slow and deep, rather than
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fast. No wonder, Wes thought to himself. She hadn't made herself cum in
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almost three months and must be very horny.
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Beverly wasn't even fantasizing this time. She was just enjoying the
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explosions of pleasure emanating from her stiff, throbbing clit as she thumbed
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it in time to her plunging fingers, slowly sliding in and out of her wet,
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ignored pussy.
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"Ohhhh, sssssss, ahhhhhh," she moaned and groaned, as her mini-orgasms
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exploded like Romulan photon torpedoes against an unshielded ship.
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If the small ones were this good, she couldn't wait for the big one to
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hit. But she didn't rush it. She wanted this to last for hours and hours if
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possible. She could always grab a couple of hours in a sleep chamber, and
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that would give her the effect of a full night's sleep. Right now, taking
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care of her pussy was more important.
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Wesley wasn't going to last as long as his mom. From the comfort of his
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room he pounded his boner as he watched his mom on the viewscreen. His cock
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surged and spurted just a couple of minutes after seeing his mom's panties
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peel down and her cunt come into view.
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His cum shot up in the air, then splashed back down on him. He pumped for
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a few more seconds until he was drained and spent, then headed for the shower
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to wash off.
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"Man, that was a good one! That's the first time I've ever cum so good
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twice that close together," he said to himself.
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He stepped into the shower and turned it to a steamy warm. A nice cum
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followed by a nice shower. Well, two nice cums, actually.
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In her cabin, Beverly was still fingering. Suddenly her intercom buzzed.
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"Shit!" she said, whipping her finger out of her cunt and sitting up on
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the edge of the bed. "Shit, shit, shit! Fuck, piss, shit! Fuck! Piss!
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Shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Piss, piss, piss! Shit, shit, shit! FUCK!"
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She brushed her hair from out of her face where it had whipped around and
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pushed the button to answer the viewscreen.
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"Crusher here. What is it now, someone with a hangnail?" she said
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sarcastically, and somewhat out of breath.
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Despite the fingering, she hadn't yet had a good cum. She was out of
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breath and panting, and had almost reached the peak of a mind-blowing orgasm
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when the intercom had buzzed.
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It was Ship's Counselor Deanna Troi. Smiling smugly and knowingly, she
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chuckled in a thick accent.
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"Why, Beverly, I hope I'm not interrupting anything, ahhhh, important,"
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she said, her eyes locked on Beverly's magnificent breasts.
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Gritting her teeth with sexual unfulfillment and tilting the camera up,
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Beverly responded, "What is it. . .Counselor?"
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"You are needed on the bridge, Doctor Beverly. Mr. Worf cracked a joke,
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only he didn't think it was a joke. But everyone else did, and Mr. O'Brien
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was laughing so hard he slapped Worf on the back and it broke his hand."
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"Tell Mr. O'Brien I'll meet him in Sickbay. Crusher out."
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She slapped off the intercom and stormed out of her room towards Sickbay.
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Her tits were rolling and bouncing when she realized that, in her anger, she
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had forgotten to get dressed. Her voluptuous naked body was greeted by a
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whistle, but mostly by open-mouthed, lust-filled stares from both men and
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women.
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"Just seeing if anyone is paying attention around this fucking place," she
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said, whirling around and heading back into her cabin to get covered up, her
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ass and tits jiggling invitingly.
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Back on the bridge, Chief O'Brien headed for Sickbay. Troi was still
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smiling smugly. She had felt Beverly's sexual frustration, and she knew that
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the good doctor was ready to drop trou for the first entity to look at her
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twice. Maybe she could be that entity. After all, it had been almost 48
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hours since she last had a good mouthful of pussy. She glanced lovingly at
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Tasha Yar's station.
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"Permission to leave the bridge, SAH!" Riker said to Picard. "I have
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some, ah, disciplinary actions to take."
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"Permission granted, Number One," Picard said. "And speaking of Number
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One, I have to go to the Little Captain's Room for a minute. Lieutenant
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LaForge, you have the bridge."
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"Aye, sir," LaForge said.
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Geordi LaForge was blind. However, he wore a VISOR, which stands for
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Visual Infrared Something Or otheR (VISOR). Little did anyone suspect that it
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also contained a wicked laser disintegrator ray to vaporize ignorant types who
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couldn't spell "Geordi" -- spelling it Jordi or Gordy instead. He always
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thought it was simple: like George, only with a "di" instead of a "ge". How
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many people would spell it Jorge or Gorge Washington? Why were the idiots so
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FUCKING STUPID that they couldn't spell "Geordi"????? Geordi, Geordi, Geordi!
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"Okay, let's see what this baby can really do. Helm, keep us going in our
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current direction, but point us nose down."
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"Aye, sir," came the reply, and Geordi smiled to himself.
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"When the cat's away, the mice will play," he said with a grin.
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Back in Wesley's cabin, the boy was beginning to lather up and wash off
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the cum. He didn't hear the cabin door swish open and shut, nor did he see
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the shadowy figure outside the shower cubicle.
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Commander Riker massaged his growing boner through his pants. The young
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ass was as tender as any he had ever seen, and he had poked his rod up many
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tight buttholes on females and males. Part of "Academy training and
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initiation" he would tell them.
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He stripped and waited, his cock arching upwards, throbbing in horny
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anticipation. Wesley began soaping. He soaped his arms and chest. Then he
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soaped his cock and reached around to soap his ass. Then he reached down to
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soap up his legs. That was the moment Will had been waiting for, and he
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entered the shower.
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"Surprise!" Riker said as he boned young Wesley up the ass.
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"Geez! Hey! Hey, fuck! Ow! What the fuck is going on?!?!" Wesley
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yelled.
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"Just relax. You'll get used to it and enjoy it!" Riker commanded.
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Because any movement was a bit painful, Wesley complied. The huge cock
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was going in and out, and he bent over to make entry easier. But he was
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beginning to enjoy the stimulation of the huge column of meat rubbing against
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his prostate.
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"Unnggghhh! Such a big cock!" Wesley grunted.
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"Yeah, it's 9 1/2 inches long. Just bend over farther and I'll get deeper
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penetration," Riker said. "If you think that's big, you should see Picard's.
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Of course he goes only for women, but if he ever changes his mind, don't let
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him show you what he calls the 'Captain's Log'."
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"Ha ha ha ha ha ho ho ho ho ho he he he he he! Captain's Log! That's
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pretty funny! Not only are you a good fuck, but you have a sense of humor. I
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find that rare in a man," Wesley said.
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Grabbing Wesley's hips, Riker thrust hard and deep, squirting his cum up
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Wesley's ass.
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"Arrrgghhhhh!" Riker grunted as he pushed in to the limit.
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After the cum subsided, Riker showered off and left Wesley collapsed on
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the floor. Wes's dick was hard again, but he was too exhausted to do anything
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about it at the moment. Slowly he got up and hobbled out of the shower. He
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put his pajamas back on and got into bed. His dick was sticking up, and he
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wished for Tasha or his friend to suck it, but he didn't want to cum too much
|
||
today.
|
||
|
||
"I'll let it build up for a day or two, then get it sucked," he thought to
|
||
himself. "But who will do it?"
|
||
|
||
- - - - - - - - - -
|
||
|
||
Doctor Crusher and Chief O'Brien arrived at Sickbay at the same time. She
|
||
told him to lay on the examination table so she could repair his hand. He
|
||
complied, and she began to repair the bones using the ultrasonic bone-knitting
|
||
device. What a mess his hand was, but it was easily repairable.
|
||
|
||
Glancing over at the doctor, O'Brien noticed that her crotch was just
|
||
about eye level. Quite convenient, he thought to himself. As she moved, her
|
||
robe flashed open for just a moment and O'Brien caught a glimpse of her cunt
|
||
hair. He moved his hand slightly so that it would pinch her robe against the
|
||
table. Beverly moved just a bit, and her robe opened up, revealing her entire
|
||
pussy.
|
||
|
||
O'Brien reached up and slowly stroked the slit with the finger of his good
|
||
hand. Beverly jumped slightly, but concentrated on her work. Her pussy was
|
||
juicing, and the chief's finger was now pumping in and out of her sopping
|
||
hole.
|
||
|
||
"Unnnnggg, ahhhh, oh! Chief O'Brien, you really shouldn't be doing that
|
||
to me. . ." she said.
|
||
|
||
But he kept fingering her. She liked the feeling, but she really wanted
|
||
him to stop. She wanted it to be a long, slow orgasm, not a quickie on the
|
||
exam table. Regretfully, she reached for the neural stimulator and held it
|
||
over O'Brien's crotch, which was now bulging with his hard-on. She flipped
|
||
the switch.
|
||
|
||
"Arrrgh! What the fuck?!" he exclaimed as his load shot in his pants.
|
||
|
||
"A handy modification of the neural stimulator, Chief," she said, grinning
|
||
widely. "Quite handy for obstreperous or horny patients. You may leave now.
|
||
Your hand is quite well."
|
||
|
||
Clapping his hands and clenching his fist, O'Brien tested his hand. Then,
|
||
suddenly, Beverly slapped the memory alteration unit on his head.
|
||
|
||
"No need in him or anyone else knowing he fingered my cunt," she thought.
|
||
|
||
In a second the incident was forgotten, and he left Sickbay, thanking the
|
||
doctor. But he never did figure out why his shorts were full of cum.
|
||
|
||
Beverly went back to her cabin. The lights were out, and there was a soft
|
||
glow of distant starlight. Beverly marveled at how the planets they visited
|
||
almost never seemed to have nearby stars from which to receive sunlight, but
|
||
they were generally warm and comfortable anyway. Bazillions of stars in the
|
||
galaxy, and they always seemed to be distant points of light. She dropped her
|
||
robe onto the back of a chair and walked over to the bed.
|
||
|
||
"Hello, Beverly," a soft voice said.
|
||
|
||
It was Deanna.
|
||
|
||
"Hello, Deanna," Beverly replied, her voice dry and nervous.
|
||
|
||
"Please, sit down. I would like to talk to you."
|
||
|
||
Deanna pulled the blanket down and sat cross-legged on the bed. Although
|
||
the light was dim, there was still enough light for Beverly to see that Deanna
|
||
was naked.
|
||
|
||
"What can I help you with?" Beverly asked.
|
||
|
||
"I know what your problem is, honey," Deanna said, putting an arm around
|
||
Beverly's shoulder and cupping a breast.
|
||
|
||
Beverly made no move to stop her. She was horny, and this was totally
|
||
different from getting fucked by a man. It was softer -- more erotic. She
|
||
was receptive as Deanna kissed her, and their tongues battled.
|
||
|
||
"Come here, sweetheart," Deanna said, pulling her down on the bed.
|
||
|
||
The two women fell back on the bed, locked in an embrace, their pendulous
|
||
tits and nipples rubbing together. Deanna's arms were locked around Beverly's
|
||
neck, and Beverly was cupping and massaging Deanna's tits.
|
||
|
||
"Ummmmmmm, you've got a nice soft touch, Beverly."
|
||
|
||
They reached down and began to feel each other's wet slit. Moaning
|
||
lustfully into each other's open mouth, they kissed and fingered and squeezed
|
||
and felt. Beverly hadn't fooled around with another female for 20 years --
|
||
back in the Academy on a girls' camping trip.
|
||
|
||
The memories came flooding back to her. Since it was an all-girl trip,
|
||
they had not taken as much care about covering their bodies. After all, they
|
||
had often seen each other naked in the locker room. The six of them had
|
||
shared one tent. They piled their sleeping bags next to each other and slept
|
||
under blankets.
|
||
|
||
One night was particularly warm, and they were all nude. There was no
|
||
need to phaser-heat rocks for warmth. One of the girls brought a selection of
|
||
sex toys, and showed the others how they worked. In their excitement, the
|
||
girls not only used the toys, but used them on each other, in addition to
|
||
their fingers and mouths.
|
||
|
||
Deanna flipped around so the two women were in the sixty-nine position, a
|
||
position Beverly liked quite a bit. The memory of all those nights of steamy
|
||
lesbian slurping came flooding back to Beverly, and she turned to Deanna's
|
||
pussy, which was now hovering just inches above her face. Deanna's tongue
|
||
worked at her clit, and her fingers were stretching and massaging Beverly's
|
||
sopping cunt hole.
|
||
|
||
The two women began moaning, and Deanna reached over to flip on the sonic
|
||
dampeners so that the noise could not be heard outside the cabin. Then she
|
||
resumed eating the doctor's pussy. Beverly was slurping on Deanna's juices,
|
||
tonguing the counselor's clit. As her tongue progressed, the slit opened up
|
||
into a beautiful set of pussy lips, and they were pulsing with excitement.
|
||
|
||
"Mmmmmmm, the ecstacy!" Deanna moaned, pleasing Beverly, who thought she
|
||
was out of practice. "Give me one of those two dildos underneath the pillow,
|
||
Beverly."
|
||
|
||
Beverly handed one down to her waist, and felt it enter her pussy. She
|
||
put the other one up Deanna's pussy and began pumping as she licked. Then she
|
||
felt Deanna withdraw the dildo. She started to register a complaint, but the
|
||
pussy-juice lubricated dildo gently entered her puckered asshole. She jumped
|
||
slightly, but was pleased with the feeling.
|
||
|
||
"Oh, Beverly, do my ass, too! DO MY ASS!!!!" Deanna was moaning loudly
|
||
into Beverly's wet cunt.
|
||
|
||
Beverly removed the dildo from Deanna's pussy hole and slowly inserted it
|
||
up her asshole. Instantly she remembered doing this on the camping trip. In
|
||
fact, there was nothing the girls hadn't done. They had fucked and sucked in
|
||
every combination and position. The only thing they hadn't done was get male
|
||
cum inside them.
|
||
|
||
But even after fucking cocks and loving the feeling of having her pussy
|
||
pounded and stretched, she thought there was nothing quite like the gentle
|
||
knowledge of a woman's touch on her cunt.
|
||
|
||
"Ohhhh, Deanna, this is so nice!" Beverly said, pausing just a moment from
|
||
lapping Deanna's tasty pussy.
|
||
|
||
"Yesssss! YESSSSSS! I can FEEL it! Oh, I can feel our orgasms with
|
||
every fiber of my body!" Deanna said, moaning.
|
||
|
||
Their orgasms washed over them like the wave front of a supernova, and
|
||
they arched and intertwined, lustfully giving and getting the most luxurious
|
||
feelings from their heads to their toes. Beverly was enraptured with the
|
||
feelings in her pussy and asshole. Deanna was cumming, too, but she was
|
||
enjoying the feelings from Beverly as well as her own cunt. The ecstasy
|
||
peaked, and the two women collapsed, exhausted.
|
||
|
||
Deanna moved back up, and the two naked women lay in each other's arms,
|
||
kissing each other on the lips, the face, the hair, the ears. . .
|
||
|
||
"That was very, very nice, Deanna," Beverly said softly. "I had forgotten
|
||
how enjoyable it could be with a woman."
|
||
|
||
"You needed that to satisfy your mind," Deanna said. "I have been worried
|
||
about you, Beverly. Your increasing sexual tension was becoming obvious even
|
||
to those with no cognizance of the outside world, much less to to those like
|
||
me who are empathic."
|
||
|
||
She kissed Beverly on the lips, then rose and got dressed. Beverly
|
||
remained on the bed, now snuggled up under a blanket.
|
||
|
||
"I wish you would stay, Deanna."
|
||
|
||
"I wish I could to, dear sweet Beverly. But it would be unseemly for me
|
||
to be caught leaving your cabin in the morning. Don't worry. This is not a
|
||
one-time fling. We shall fuck each other again. And soon, my dear Beverly,
|
||
very soon. Your pussy is the sweetest and juciest on the ship, and I relish
|
||
the idea of licking it again. Please show it to me once more before I leave."
|
||
|
||
Beverly switched on a low light and threw back the blanket. She spread
|
||
her legs, then reached down to pull her pussy lips apart, revealing the
|
||
still-pulsing hole for Deanna.
|
||
|
||
"Good night, Beverly," said Deanna, and she left.
|
||
|
||
"Good night, Deanna."
|
||
|
||
The door fwipped. Beverly closed her legs, set the door lock, and turned
|
||
off the light. Then she snuggled back down under the blanket and went to
|
||
sleep, more comfortable and rested than she had been in a long time.
|
||
|
||
As Deanna entered the turbolift, she encountered Tasha.
|
||
|
||
"Well, well? What happened? Did you fuck her?" Tasha asked.
|
||
|
||
Deanna smiled broadly.
|
||
|
||
"Yes. She was more than receptive to my advances. She enjoyed the
|
||
encounter very much. I think we shall have no problems encouraging her to
|
||
join both of us the next time."
|
||
|
||
"Mmmmmmmmm, sounds yummy," said Tasha, who spooned up behind Deanna, then
|
||
put her arms around Deanna's waist and kissed her cheek, turning Deanna around
|
||
to face her.
|
||
|
||
The two women kissed deeply and quickly, for the turbolift was moving.
|
||
|
||
"We must be careful, Tasha. Even though no one cares about our sexual
|
||
practices, we must be careful not to display it openly. It would still be
|
||
somewhat embarassing to be caught," Deanna said, completing the kiss.
|
||
|
||
"Oh, don't worry too much. I'm pretty careful. In fact, right where
|
||
you're standing I sucked off Wesley, and that was less than two hours ago."
|
||
|
||
Deanna's eyes widened, and she kissed Tasha again. Running her hand up
|
||
and down Tasha's body, she got a quick feel of the security chief's body.
|
||
|
||
"Mmmmm, oooooooooooooooooh, how could you still be horny?" Tasha asked.
|
||
|
||
Deanna started to answer, but the hum of the turbolift died, and the doors
|
||
opened when it stopped. Tasha left for her cabin, and Deanna commanded the
|
||
turbolift to go to the deck her cabin was on. She was very tired, but almost
|
||
completely satisfied. She had been somewhat surprised at the revelation of
|
||
Tasha blowing Wesley, but it excited her, too. She felt amused knowing that
|
||
the lithe, blonde security chief would soon be fucking both the boy and his
|
||
mother. Of course, Deanna herself realized that she would be doing the same
|
||
thing. She had noticed the bulge in the boy's crotch, and pictured her lips
|
||
and cunt wrapped around his cock. She smiled to herself.
|
||
|
||
The turbolift doors swished open, and leaning against the opposite wall
|
||
was Commander Riker.
|
||
|
||
"Just coincidence," Deanna thought, as she said, "Will, hello."
|
||
|
||
"Hello, Deanna. May I walk with you?"
|
||
|
||
"If that's all you're going to do, you horny macho stud, you can just
|
||
forget it. If you want to take me to my cabin and fuck my brains out, well,
|
||
that's a different matter."
|
||
|
||
Riker grinned and offered his arm for Deanna. Sometimes this meant that
|
||
Deanna had been fucked, but was not completely satisfied and wanted his 9<>
|
||
inch throbber. He was more than happy to give it to her in all her holes.
|
||
What really turned him on was the fact that Trapezoid women had five holes to
|
||
fuck instead of the three sported by human women. They entered her cabin, and
|
||
Riker grinned and winked over his shoulder at a crewman who was staring at
|
||
them. He returned the smile and gave a "thumbs up" sign.
|
||
|
||
- - - - - - - - - -
|
||
|
||
Back on the bridge, Picard was staring intently at the viewscreen. In
|
||
the center of it was a pulsing black hole. Picard started to say something,
|
||
but realized only Geordi was left. Everyone else had left at shift change.
|
||
How can you run a damn starship like that?
|
||
|
||
"Well, Mr. LaForge. What does your VISOR make of that?"
|
||
|
||
"Looks kind of like Tasha Yar's pussy seen from six inches," Geordi said,
|
||
grinning from ear to ear. "But actually, I wouldn't worry about it. Wesley
|
||
was the last one at that position, and he left the viewscreen on Magnification
|
||
Ten Billion and Two. What you are seeing is the view of a location that would
|
||
take us 40,000 years to get to -- at Warp 3,956."
|
||
|
||
"Well, suffice it to say we won't be going there," Picard replied.
|
||
|
||
He was amazed at the clarity and detail they were seeing, even though the
|
||
object was incredibly -- INCREDIBLY -- distant (I mean _INCREDIBLY_), and they
|
||
often had trouble using the viewscreen to see objects just a few thousand feet
|
||
away. Then Picard remembered Murphy's First Law of Dramatic Tension: "The
|
||
equipment on board a starship works in a direct proportional ratio to the
|
||
amount of danger or whether Kirk is about to be swallowed by the giant space
|
||
amoeba."
|
||
|
||
"Now if you want to get close to a hole, I believe Tasha is in her cabin
|
||
right about now," Geordi said, grinning.
|
||
|
||
"Thank you. I think I may just take her up on your offer," Picard said,
|
||
entering the turbolift.
|
||
|
||
Already he was aroused, and his huge porkstick pushed out his trousers and
|
||
was nearly caught in the closing doors. Yes, Tasha and Picard were destined
|
||
to "meat" again that evening. Her cunt, mouth, and asshole were familar and
|
||
well-stretched by his cock, and they would eagerly open up for his invading
|
||
fuckstick once again.
|
||
|
||
"Come in, Jean-Luc," she said, after he buzzed her door. "Come on in and
|
||
give me that throbbing thing up my ass," she said after he had entered and the
|
||
doors were closed behind him.
|
||
|
||
She was on her hands and knees, looking back at him. Her naked ass was
|
||
waving in the air, and her hand was suggestively moving up and down the crack,
|
||
teasing her butthole and greasing it up. The other hand was gently massaging
|
||
her pussy.
|
||
|
||
Picard stripped, greased up his cock, and mounted her, pushing his hard-on
|
||
full-length into her tight asshole. She groaned with pleasure as the 14"
|
||
column of flesh plunged balls-deep in her ass. How she loved butt-fucking!
|
||
Shit, she just loved fucking, no matter where it was.
|
||
|
||
Picard was pumping his boner into Tasha's receptive ass with abandon. The
|
||
tightness of her hole was stimulating, and she made the sexiest grunts and
|
||
groans as his dick was either all the way in or all the way out. As it was
|
||
sliding, she moaned or wailed in ecstasy. She sounded like a rusty see-saw.
|
||
|
||
"Ohhhh, fuck my ass, fuck my ass! I need your cock up my ass and pussy,
|
||
Jean-Luc!" she screamed.
|
||
|
||
And Picard was more than happy to give her what she wanted. Being a prim,
|
||
proper ship's captain was fine most of the time, but when someone who looked
|
||
as good in tight pants as Tasha did walked by, his all-too-human emotions and
|
||
reactions took over.
|
||
|
||
He began pumping harder and faster. Despite the huge size of his cock,
|
||
Tasha's tiny, tight ass handled him quite easily. She was furiously fingering
|
||
her pussy, and they both attempted to reach their orgasms together. Most
|
||
women wewre not able to swallow his cock or take it up their pussy, but here
|
||
was someone who could even take it up her smaller ass as well as her pussy.
|
||
And when she sucked him, she could take about 8 inches down, so he wasn't
|
||
complaining.
|
||
|
||
"Arrrrrrgh!" he roared, feeling his jism squirting up her ass.
|
||
|
||
"Hunnnnhhhhhhh!" she moaned, feeling the cum and cock squirting and
|
||
pistoning in her ass as her fingers brought her sopping pussy to orgasm.
|
||
|
||
Tasha enjoyed sex. Her home planet was overrun with rape gangs, and after
|
||
that experience she felt she would never enjoy a cock again. Her sex life was
|
||
made up of at least half women, but she discovered that when she could say
|
||
when and where to having a cock in her that she loved it. She had all but
|
||
forgotten the forced sex, and enjoyed fucking to the utmost. When sex was
|
||
desired, it was exhilarating for her.
|
||
|
||
Picard's cock was still hard, and it was still in her ass. Tasha had
|
||
collapsed on the bed, and Picard was on top of her. Both were breathing hard,
|
||
panting, and wheezing from the exertion. Picard rolled off, pulling his cock
|
||
from her ass with a soft plop. Tasha sat up on the edge of the bed.
|
||
|
||
"How about a shower, Jean-Luc?" she said coyly.
|
||
|
||
"Now that sounds like a first rate idea, Lieutenant," he said, smiling at
|
||
her.
|
||
|
||
Picard and Tasha entered the shower and set the water flow to a comfortable
|
||
warmth. They soaped, scrubbed, and rinsed each other. In their excitement,
|
||
Tasha raised one foot up on a raised ledge, giving Picard's cock access to her
|
||
cunt from behind. He was up to the challenge and speared her pussy on his
|
||
erection.
|
||
|
||
This time he didn't fuck her, but remained still. She contracted and
|
||
relaxed her cunt muscles around his cock as she fingered her clit. Tasha was
|
||
a wild fuck, and could make the fuck session last for hours -- or make
|
||
everyone involved cum in just a couple of minutes.
|
||
|
||
"Ohhh, my cunt feels so stretched and full, Jean-Luc," she said.
|
||
|
||
"Yes, Natasha. Your cunt is as deep as I've ever seen, yet it is so
|
||
tight, hot, and wet," Picard replied.
|
||
|
||
"Ooooooh, you get me off even when you don't move your dick," she hissed,
|
||
nuzzling his ear over her shoulder. "I can hardly stand it when you pump it
|
||
in and out."
|
||
|
||
She squeezed and released, squeezed and released. His cock felt like a
|
||
Theresian exercise club when it was shoved inside her. Actually that was not
|
||
quite true, because his cock was considerably larger than a Theresian exercise
|
||
club. But she and Deanna had fucked each other several times with Theresian
|
||
exercise clubs, and that was the nearest comparison she could make.
|
||
|
||
The thought of Deanna's body tangled with hers combined with the animal
|
||
heat of Picard behind her caused flashes of orgasm to shoot through her body.
|
||
Vaguely she was aware of Picard dumping his load into her pussy. The sheer
|
||
heat inside her body combined with the hot water striking her naked body took
|
||
her over the top.
|
||
|
||
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed, squeezing her
|
||
eyes shut and stiffening in pleasure.
|
||
|
||
Picard's cock shot a last squirt, then he was spent. He gently pulled it
|
||
out of Tasha and let her down. She was so weak she couldn't stand, and slid
|
||
down to the floor, her ass plopping on the shower floor.
|
||
|
||
"Oh, Jean-Luc, that was marvelous," she said, smiling up at him.
|
||
|
||
"Correct, Lieutenant. I also enjoyed it very much. I hate to run -- oh,
|
||
how I do hate to run -- but duty calls."
|
||
|
||
He dressed and left as Tasha finished showering. She put on a t-shirt and
|
||
climbed in bed, dropping off to sleep almost immediately. Her sleep was
|
||
pleasant, unmarred by the nightmares of her home planet. She felt safe and
|
||
satisfied here.
|
||
|
||
- - - - - - - - - -
|
||
|
||
Back in Deanna's cabin, she and Riker were relaxing after a thorough
|
||
pussy-pounding. She felt like she had a gallon of cum up her hole. It wasn't
|
||
a very good orgasm, though. She couldn't compare it to the one she had
|
||
received with Beverly, because they were different somehow. She enjoyed them
|
||
both. She loved having a cock plunging in and out of her pussy, but there was
|
||
nothing like the gentle touch of a woman, particularly one as sensual as
|
||
Beverly Crusher.
|
||
|
||
She snuggled with Will for a few minutes, then he got up to leave. When
|
||
she got up from Beverly's bed, she was genuinely disappointed to leave the
|
||
warmth of Beverly's arms. She had somewhat the same feeling after fucking a
|
||
man, but the regret wasn't quite the same. She enjoyed holding and being held
|
||
by a strong man and waking up next to him, but she truly regretted leaving the
|
||
sexual company of a woman. He walked through the door, which swished open for
|
||
him.
|
||
|
||
"Just coincidence," she thought.
|
||
|
||
She was exhausted. Will was good for that filled feeling, and she enjoyed
|
||
spreading wide for him. She also looked forward to another visit to Tasha's
|
||
cabin. Maybe the two of them would drop in on Beverly just when she needed
|
||
it. She would enjoy that, she decided.
|
||
|
||
But she needed something else. Her mind flashed back to the bridge and
|
||
Wesley's hard-on. Her thoughts jelled and she made her plans. She went to
|
||
her closet and slipped on a see-through lace outfit and noticed in the mirror
|
||
that her cunt hair and tits were easily visible. Then she slipped into a robe
|
||
and left the cabin.
|
||
|
||
Just down the corridor was Wesley's cabin. She had used command voice
|
||
override to enter his mother's cabin, but since Wesley was already in his
|
||
cabin, she activated the visitor notifier.
|
||
|
||
"Come," said Wesley's voice from inside.
|
||
|
||
"If you only knew," Deanna thought to herself as the doors fwipped open
|
||
and she entered.
|
||
|
||
"Oh, hello, Counselor Troi," Wesley said, rising to his feet. "How may I
|
||
help you?"
|
||
|
||
"It concerns your mother, Wes. I don't know if you've noticed or not, but
|
||
she has really been on edge lately," Deanna replied, sitting in a chair as Wes
|
||
sat on the edge of his bed.
|
||
|
||
"Yeah, I don't know what the problem is," Wes said, shaking his head.
|
||
|
||
"Little liar," Deanna thought, but saying, "Perhaps we can find out."
|
||
|
||
Wes sat staring out the porthole, then glanced over at Deanna. Her robe
|
||
was open slightly, and he saw the gentle bulge of one of her tits. It wasn't
|
||
blatant, so he didn't think anything about it. Suddenly, Deanna leaned
|
||
forward and patted him on the leg.
|
||
|
||
"I'm sure it's nothing serious, Wes. Has she told you anything?"
|
||
|
||
She sat back and the robe opened a bit more. This time Wes was treated to
|
||
a view of her full cleavage. Wes was somewhat distracted by this and had a
|
||
hard time concentrating on what Deanna was saying.
|
||
|
||
"N-n-no, she hasn't said anything. Sometimes her temper is a bit short,
|
||
but she hasn't mentioned anything that might be bothering her."
|
||
|
||
Deanna stood to look out the porthole. They were quiet for a moment. She
|
||
turned to face him and he saw that the robe had drifted open a bit more. He
|
||
saw the top of her pubic region and got a flash of hair. His eyes widened and
|
||
his dick began hardening.
|
||
|
||
"Wes!" Deanna exclaimed. "You should know that you can't hide feelings
|
||
like that from me. . ."
|
||
|
||
"It's just that. . .I mean. . .well. . ." he stammered.
|
||
|
||
Deanna sighed and dropped the robe. She was naked except for a very
|
||
see-through outfit, and Wes was seeing everything. His dick was tenting the
|
||
crotch of his pajamas, and he adjusted it for comfort. She sat on the edge of
|
||
the bed next to him and kissed him deeply. She placed his hand on her tit and
|
||
he began squeezing and kneading it.
|
||
|
||
They became blind with lust. She reached into his pajamas and pulled out
|
||
his cock. He moaned, even though his mouth was filled with tit. She pushed
|
||
him back on the bed, stripped off the outfit, and straddled his waist.
|
||
Raising up, she positioned his cock at the opening of her cunt. Then she
|
||
lowered her ass down, letting the young boner slide up her wet tunnel.
|
||
|
||
She threw her head back and wailed as she fingered her clit and felt the
|
||
young stiff boner in her pussy. She was just seconds from an orgasm and
|
||
needed another fuck in the worst way. Riker's cock was great, but he had cum
|
||
too soon, almost as if he had fucked someone just a few minutes before
|
||
plunging into her. She had no idea that the "someone" was Wesley's ass. So
|
||
much for her fucking Trapezoid intuition. . .
|
||
|
||
Wes looked up at her in awe. Her pussy was wrapped around his dick, and
|
||
it was miles beyond the feeling he got from Tasha's blowjob, and he thought
|
||
that the blowjob was as good as it could get. He thought Deanna looked very
|
||
excited, because her nipples were stiff. He reached up and tweaked them, and
|
||
Deanna yelped in pleasure. Wes had just about brought her off when he pinched
|
||
the nipples of the horny woman's heaving tits.
|
||
|
||
His cock surged into her cunt and he began squirting. Deanna sensed it
|
||
and tightened her cunt muscles. She massaged his dick with her pussy, coaxing
|
||
load after load of cum from his balls. They both came for several minutes,
|
||
then Deanna gently lay down next to him and kissed him. She was impressed and
|
||
surprised that they both reached an orgasm so quickly.
|
||
|
||
"That was very nice, Wesley," she said.
|
||
|
||
"Thanks, but it was my first time. I don't really know what I'm doing."
|
||
|
||
"I'm sure you'll learn. And I know just who you should practice with --
|
||
someone who would enjoy fucking you. . ."
|
||
|
||
Wesley looked at her anxiously and with great interest. He imagined that
|
||
she would be the volunteer to train him. Or Tasha.
|
||
|
||
"Your mother."
|
||
|
||
"Mom?!" Wes gulped.
|
||
|
||
"Yes. Beverly is a very horny woman, but she is afraid of men. You could
|
||
be the man to dissolve her male-oriented anxiety."
|
||
|
||
"But fucking my own mom! I mean. . ." he protested.
|
||
|
||
"I don't think you're as opposed to the idea as you would have me
|
||
believe."
|
||
|
||
She grinned and pointed to his crotch. His hard-on was raging at the
|
||
thought of slipping up his mother's hot red-haired pussy. He blushed and
|
||
tried to hide his boner.
|
||
|
||
"You shouldn't be ashamed of your prick, Wesley. And you shouldn't be
|
||
afraid of reacting that way toward sticking it into your mother. There are
|
||
many species which reproduce by fucking related beings."
|
||
|
||
"Yes, but they're not humanoid," Wes protested.
|
||
|
||
His protests weren't vigorous, and they soon died down as Deanna slid down
|
||
and engulfed his boner in her moist mouth. Her talented lips worked wonders
|
||
on his sore, throbbing penis.
|
||
|
||
"Two blowjobs, a fuck, and an assfuck in one evening. And I jacked off
|
||
twice, too," he muttered.
|
||
|
||
"Mmmmmmmm, you jacked off? But Wesley!" she said, reading his thoughts.
|
||
"You were spying on your mother while she was naked! You jacked off over her
|
||
body!"
|
||
|
||
"I guess you're right. It gives me something to think about, anyway,"
|
||
he said.
|
||
|
||
"And here's something else to think about," Deanna said as she swallowed
|
||
his dick.
|
||
|
||
She was soon rewarded with a spurt of warm, sticky cum. It flooded her
|
||
mouth, and she was surprised at the amount, considering how many times his
|
||
balls had erupted already that evening. She swallowed and licked her lips.
|
||
She stood, donned her lace outfit, then slipped into the robe. She tied the
|
||
sash and headed for the door, but first she paused and rubbed her fingers
|
||
through Wes's hair.
|
||
|
||
"That was very nice, Wesley. I hope we get the chance to do it again.
|
||
Tasha told me what she did in the turbolift, and I think you would really
|
||
enjoy the attention of two women at once. Tasha and I enjoy pleasing each
|
||
other."
|
||
|
||
Wes blushed, mainly with pride, but also with embarassment at finding out
|
||
the lesbian relationship between Deanna and Tasha and that Tasha had mentioned
|
||
to Deanna that she had blown him in the turbolift. But it was exciting
|
||
thinking about being close up to two women who were licking each other. If
|
||
Deanna was serious about the offer, he might even get to fuck both of them.
|
||
|
||
He liked Deanna's humid pussy, and he closed his eyes, fantasizing about
|
||
Tasha's cunt. He wondered if it was loose and hairy or tight with little or
|
||
no hair. He never suspected that Deanna had already fucked his mother, and she
|
||
wasn't going to mention it. . .just yet.
|
||
|
||
Then his thoughts went back to his mom's cunt. Now that he had fucked a
|
||
pussy, he could fantasize about it easier, and he imagined his mom's cunt
|
||
sucking on his boner, taking him all the way in as she spread her thighs wide,
|
||
urging him to fuck her hard. He found his hand stroking his boner again, and
|
||
speeded up. Seconds later, with the thought of Beverly's pussy filling his
|
||
mind, he squirted and squirted. He couldn't possibly imagine that his balls
|
||
would have this much cum in them after shooting so much this evening. But
|
||
finally his hand dropped to his side and he fell asleep, exhausted.
|
||
|
||
- - - - - - - - - -
|
||
|
||
The following shift, Beverly entered the turbolift. Tasha and Deanna were
|
||
already on it. Beverly avoided their eyes. She wasn't exactly ashamed of the
|
||
lesbian fuck she and Deanna had the night before, but she didn't want to bring
|
||
it up, either. The door opened onto the bridge and as she exited with the two
|
||
women, Beverly could have sworn one of them pinched her ass lightly. She
|
||
blushed and moved to her station.
|
||
|
||
"Chief Medical Officer's report, captain," Beverly said, presenting
|
||
herself to Picard.
|
||
|
||
"Proceed, doctor," he replied.
|
||
|
||
"I repaired damage to Chief O'Brien's hand. That was the only incident
|
||
which was reported to Sickbay."
|
||
|
||
"But it wasn't the only thing fixed," Deanna thought to herself. "We took
|
||
care of your horny pussy as well."
|
||
|
||
The turbolift doors swished open, and Riker sashayed onto the bridge.
|
||
|
||
"Just coincidence," thought the entire bridge crew in the same instant.
|
||
|
||
Seconds later the doors fwipped open, disgorging Worf, Wesley, and Geordi.
|
||
|
||
They all took their positions, and the previous shift left. Picard looked
|
||
over some reports, and the other members reviewed the reports for their
|
||
stations. Wesley turned and smiled at Deanna and his mother. Deanna winked at
|
||
him, but Beverly just gave him a motherly smile. She was aware that he was
|
||
interested in the female form, but didn't realize that he had fucked the sexy
|
||
woman sitting next to her.
|
||
|
||
Wes was glad for the console which covered his lap. From out of the
|
||
corner of his eye he could see Deanna sitting. She was wearing slacks, but
|
||
her legs were suggestively spread, and she was secretly rubbing her pussy,
|
||
though she was positioned so that he was the only one who could see her.
|
||
|
||
Wes wasn't the only one receiving this type of overt sexual action.
|
||
Beverly kept glancing at Tasha, and the blonde would make kissy lips and
|
||
suggestive tongue gestures. It was turning Beverly on, but she didn't want to
|
||
admit it, even to herself.
|
||
|
||
"Report, Number One," Picard said.
|
||
|
||
"Supernova in sector 186, quadrant two; black hole in sector 1035-A,
|
||
quadrant two. Romulan weapons test on Romulan side of the neutral zone,
|
||
sector 4, quadrant 3."
|
||
|
||
"I meant the other Number One, MRS. RODDENBERRY," Picard snorted at the
|
||
computer. "You haven't been Number One for many years."
|
||
|
||
"Sorry," clicked the computer.
|
||
|
||
"Now, report. . .Number One."
|
||
|
||
"Supernova in sector 186, quadrant two; black hole in sector 1035-A,
|
||
quadrant two. Romulan weapons test on Romulan side of the neutral zone,
|
||
sector 4, quadrant 3."
|
||
|
||
"Sigh," Picard sighed.
|
||
|
||
"You see what happens when you fuck a Vulcan, sir," LaForge quipped.
|
||
|
||
"Who was the brain that gave our computer HER voice?" Worf snorted.
|
||
|
||
"Shall I set auto-destruct, sir?" asked Yar, eager to destroy something.
|
||
|
||
"If you want to blow up something, come blow THIS," Wesley muttered under
|
||
his breath and chuckled at his own joke until he saw his mother glaring at
|
||
him.
|
||
|
||
They continued on course. It was a dark and stormy night. A planet
|
||
appeared on the screen. The lights went out. A woman screamed. A dog sat on
|
||
top of a doghouse, typing on a typewriter and producing a terrible screenplay.
|
||
|
||
"What the damn fucking shit hell was that?" cursed Riker gratuitously.
|
||
|
||
"ACTING!" said Q, appearing in a flash, dressed as Jon Lovitz.
|
||
|
||
"Oh, no. Not you, Q," said Picard with a sigh.
|
||
|
||
"Oh yes, Jean-Luc! It is I!" remarked Q with a flourish.
|
||
|
||
"Q, get off my bridge. We're very busy," Picard replied.
|
||
|
||
"Doing what?"
|
||
|
||
Silence.
|
||
|
||
"Well, Jean-Luc?"
|
||
|
||
More silence.
|
||
|
||
"Oh, come now, Jean-Luc. You're not even on a mission. Surely it is time
|
||
for some levity to break the tedium. Oh, I know. . ." Q said, waving his
|
||
hand.
|
||
|
||
And the clothes came off Deanna, Tasha, and Beverly. Everyone was
|
||
shocked, but a massive ripping sound was heard as 18 boners ripped through
|
||
restraining Velcro in one simultaneous salute to the lovely women. Hurriedly,
|
||
but not panicking, the women covered their tits and pussies with their arms
|
||
and backed toward the turbolift.
|
||
|
||
"Oh, tut-tut, ladies," Q said as the turbolift doors fwipped open. "Can't
|
||
we have a little fun?"
|
||
|
||
"Q!" Picard said.
|
||
|
||
"Oh, very well, Jean Luc," Q muttered, and waved his hand.
|
||
|
||
Instantly the three women were back in their uniforms. Almost. As they
|
||
walked back to their positions, it became clear that the seat was cut out of
|
||
their pants, revealing three lovely asses. Throats were dry, and eyes were
|
||
staring and glazed at the beautiful cheeks protruding from the pants.
|
||
|
||
"Q!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Picard roared, as the women felt the breeze, the
|
||
gazes, and heard the snickers and low whistles.
|
||
|
||
Quickly the women started to cover up, but the tricky Q flashed them into
|
||
new pants. They blushed deeply, but wouldn't give Q the satisfaction of
|
||
letting their anger at him boil over.
|
||
|
||
"Pants back in a flash for the flashers," Q grinned. "Nice asses,
|
||
ladies!"
|
||
|
||
"Speaking of asses, up yours," Tasha said in a low voice.
|
||
|
||
"Tut-tut, Lieutenant Yar. The way you waggle your behind around when
|
||
you're wearing pants leads me to believe you want to waggle it around without
|
||
pants," Q said, and waggled a finger and made a tch-tch sound at her.
|
||
|
||
Unnoticed, Worf sneaked up behind Q and rendered him unconscious with a
|
||
neck pinch. Q collapsed to the floor, unconscious, partly from the nerve
|
||
pinch, but mainly from surprise that a Klingon would know a Vulcan pinch.
|
||
|
||
"Quick, help me get him to security," Tasha said.
|
||
|
||
Worf, Deanna, and Beverly helped Tasha lift the limp body, and they took
|
||
him to the brig. After Worf left, Tasha set the energy screen for her voice
|
||
override, and the three women went into the cell. Tasha pulled Q's clothes
|
||
off.
|
||
|
||
"Tasha, what are you doing?" Beverly exclaimed.
|
||
|
||
"Deanna, activate the log recorder, please," Tasha said, ignoring
|
||
Beverly's panic.
|
||
|
||
Deanna smiled at Tasha's plan.
|
||
|
||
"Don't worry, Doctor Beverly, I think I know what she has in mind," Deanna
|
||
said, patting Beverly on the ass.
|
||
|
||
Tasha began licking and sucking Q's cock, and even though he was out cold,
|
||
it began rising. The women snickered when it rose to its full height of four
|
||
inches. Tasha went down deep on it. Then she stood up and stripped. Then,
|
||
straddling Q's waist, she inserted the cock into her cunt and began humping
|
||
it.
|
||
|
||
"You see, Beverly," Tasha grunted and wheezed, "we will have this visual
|
||
record with which to blackmail Q. Maybe that will make him leave us alone."
|
||
|
||
Beverly was aghast. She was horrified, yet turned on immensely. She
|
||
unconsciously reached inside her slacks and pressed a finger against her
|
||
engorged clit. Deanna reached over and stopped her.
|
||
|
||
"Hang on to that idea for a few minutes, dear Beverly," Deanna said,
|
||
looking into her eyes.
|
||
|
||
The women looked at Tasha and Q, then saw Q flex. They knew he was
|
||
squirting into Tasha's pussy, even though it had only been about twenty
|
||
seconds.
|
||
|
||
"Some omnipotence he's got there," Tasha snorted, then laughed.
|
||
|
||
Tasha got off Q and dressed. The women took Beverly by the hands and led
|
||
her out of the cell. Tasha closed the force field and they led her to Tasha's
|
||
cabin. Beverly's mind was reeling. They stripped her down to her panties,
|
||
then each of them took one of the doctor's tits and began sucking. They
|
||
stripped, pausing only long enough to pull their tunics over their heads.
|
||
|
||
"Mmmmmmmm," Beverly moaned, turned on in spite of her embarassment.
|
||
|
||
Then she lost all track of her conscious movement. The next hours were a
|
||
blur of tits, cunts, clits, dildos, fingers, and tongues. They kissed,
|
||
licked, poked, prodded, sucked, touched, caressed. . .
|
||
|
||
She dimly saw, through her fuck lust, Deanna and Troi laying back on the
|
||
bed, fondling each other's tits and deeply kissing as she alternated between
|
||
their sweet pussies. As she licked, she gently pushed a dildo into each of
|
||
them. They went around and around in this manner, each woman taking a turn at
|
||
licking and using the dildos while the other two kissed and fondled.
|
||
|
||
Beverly lost count at twenty orgasms. She was certain that Deanna had had
|
||
just as many, but Tasha seemed to cum every thirty seconds. Tasha had a hot
|
||
cunt and a hot mouth. Beverly would be shocked if she knew that the same
|
||
mouth which was now lapping furiously at her pussy had also sucked her son's
|
||
cock. She would be even more surprised to know that she herself was sucking
|
||
the very cunt which took her son's virginity. She was fucking the same women
|
||
who had given her son his first sexual experience with a female.
|
||
|
||
The women sucked, licked, and fucked for hours. They rubbed their pussies
|
||
together while the third fingered their clits and assholes, then switched
|
||
partners. Tasha brought out a double-headed dildo. Telling Deanna and
|
||
Beverly to get on their hands and knees, then turn ass to ass, she inserted
|
||
the dildo in their cunts. They began rocking back and forth, pumping the huge
|
||
cock in and out of their wet holes. The two women were soon cumming.
|
||
|
||
"Aaaannnggghhh!" Beverly cried, biting on her arm.
|
||
|
||
"Ohhhhh, shit! Oh, pleeeeeease! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck meeeeeee! This is so
|
||
niiiiccee!" Deanna moaned, whipping her hair around and enjoying her orgasm.
|
||
|
||
"Okay, ladies, now for the interesting part," Tasha said, giggling.
|
||
|
||
She slipped the dildo out of their cunts and squirted some Joy Jelly on
|
||
it. Then she handed it to Deanna, and the two switched places. She winked at
|
||
Deanna, who suddenly grinned.
|
||
|
||
"I see! Okay, Tasha," Deanna said.
|
||
|
||
She slipped one end of the huge dildo up Tasha's asshole, then pushed the
|
||
other end up Beverly's puckered ring. Beverly gasped at the sensation. She
|
||
was still on her hands and knees, and had been fingering her pussy after the
|
||
dildo was removed, lost to the outside world.
|
||
|
||
"Unnnghhhh!" Beverly wheezed. "Ohhhhh, how nice, how very nice!"
|
||
|
||
Tasha pushed backwards, and the dildo pushed up her ass. Deanna was
|
||
holding it in the middle, and pulled Beverly's shoulder to get her to start
|
||
moving. Soon the two sexy women were pumping the dildo in and out of their
|
||
asses, and Deanna let go. Moving around in front of Tasha, she spread her
|
||
thighs, and the blonde began slurping her pussy.
|
||
|
||
"Ooooooooh! Such a good tongue!" Deanna whispered.
|
||
|
||
Tasha and Beverly were still butt-fucking, and had reached between their
|
||
legs to play with their engorged clits. It had been years since Beverly had
|
||
had anything up her ass. It had been almost as long since she had had
|
||
anything up her pussy, too, not counting the previous evening's experience
|
||
with Deanna. Jean-Luc was the last one. . .
|
||
|
||
She left Tasha's cabin with Deanna several hours later. The women had
|
||
taken a sensual warm shower together, and had soaped and washed the cum from
|
||
each other's body. Beverly was intensely satisfied, and Deanna felt it.
|
||
|
||
"Deanna, I want to thank you for tonight. . .and last night," she said.
|
||
"I have needed that for so long."
|
||
|
||
"I know, Doctor Beverly, I know. It won't be the last time, either."
|
||
|
||
Bidding goodnight to a drowsy, satisfied Tasha, they walked out into the
|
||
corridor. The doors fwipped shut behind them and and the lock clicked to
|
||
Tasha's voice. After walking silently for a few moments, Beverly took the
|
||
Counselor's hand and pulled her into an alcove, where she deeply kissed her,
|
||
her tongue probing the counselor's receptive mouth.
|
||
|
||
"Until we meet again, Deanna," Beverly said, breaking the kiss reluctantly.
|
||
|
||
"Dear, sweet Beverly," whispered Deanna. "Nothing would give Tasha and me
|
||
more pleasure than fucking you."
|
||
|
||
Deanna was breathless from the kiss, and extremely aroused, even though
|
||
she had just had some of the best cums of her life. The women parted and went
|
||
to their cabins to sleep -- after another fingerfuck. Or two.
|
||
|
||
- - - - - - - - - -
|
||
|
||
Ensign Robin Leffler stripped off her pants and spread her legs. She
|
||
looked at the thin patch of pubic hair covering her pussy. Then she got the
|
||
scissors and began to trim it. There wasn't much there to begin with, because
|
||
she had just started growing in thick a couple of years before. After
|
||
getting down to stubble, she produced a container of shaving cream and
|
||
an old-style Earth "double-edge safety razor". Spreading the warm cream
|
||
over her cunt, she began shaving.
|
||
|
||
"Ahhhhh," she hissed as she inserted two fingers in the hole to pull the
|
||
skin taut so she could get a close shave.
|
||
|
||
Robin was aware that she could use a sonic shaver, but this old fashioned
|
||
way was much more erotic and sensational. She wasn't against pussy hair --
|
||
some of her Academy friends had very nice pussy hair, from what she had seen
|
||
in the locker room. Nor was she against the hair surrounding a cock, for she
|
||
liked it to tickle her nose. She just liked the look of her bare pussy, and
|
||
the fact that she could feel herself better without all that hair in the way.
|
||
A lot of her friends had shaved pussies, and she had engaged in some
|
||
reciprocal shaving rituals.
|
||
|
||
She felt her cunt twitch as she wondered if a cock would feel better with
|
||
no cunt hair. Shit, she would like to feel a cock in her virgin pussy whether
|
||
or not she had hair. She washed off the remnants of the shaving cream and
|
||
inspected her pussy, gently flicking the engorged clit. Robin decided she
|
||
would have to get laid soon. Giving blowjobs just wasn't good enough.
|
||
|
||
Sitting back in the plush chair, Robin raised her feet and put one foot on
|
||
each leg of the chair. Her pussy was wide open, and she pushed a fingertip
|
||
in, feeling the obstruction in the way. Many times she had the opportunity to
|
||
push her finger all the way in or to ram a dildo deep inside her. But lately,
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she wanted to have the filled feeling, but wanted a cock to do it -- Wesley
|
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Crusher's cock.
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She wasn't certain how he'd react to her shaved pussy, but if he was an
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average horny teenage boy, he'd jump at the chance to fuck a girl. She wanted
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to be that girl. Even if he had already fucked -- or was currently fucking --
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she wanted his cock to take her cherry cunt.
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|
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"Ahhhhhhuuuuuuuuhhh," she breathed, her fingertip gently circling around
|
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her throbbing, exposed clit and fantasizing about a young male ensign. "Ohhh,
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that's so nice, Wesley."
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|
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She fantasized about the young man, imagining him giving her the most
|
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explosive cums imaginable. She pinched her naked nipples and her clit, giving
|
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sharp bursts of pleasure to her writhing body. Her tits weren't large, and
|
||
didn't hang down, but they were nice bulges, and when she was aroused, the
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nipples would stand out like the tip of her little finger. She imagined
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Wesley's prick sliding in and out of her wet hole.
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||
|
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"Mggmgmhhhhhhhmmmmghhh!" she wailed as her orgasm climbed in her body.
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|
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Her finger was a blur going around her clit now. Her ass was sliding on
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the chair and her leg muscles were taut. She began waving her legs in the
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||
air, and they tensed into steel as her cum approached. Her clitty was pulsing
|
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and throbbing.
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|
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"Ahhhhhh, shit!!!!"" she panted, and her orgasm hit her in one tremendous
|
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blast. "Ohhhhhh, whew! That was nice," she whispered to herself, slumping
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back in the chair and breathing heavily for a few moments before rising, her
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cute, pert little tits heaving and her heart pounding.
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||
|
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She showered quickly, and as she dressed, she spritzed little dabs of an
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Arcturian cologne in strategic spots such as behind her ears, on her wrists,
|
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and her cleavage -- or what little there was of it, for her tits were still
|
||
developing.
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||
|
||
"And this one's for you, Wesley Crusher," she said as she dabbed some of
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the perfume on her upper thighs.
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|
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Smiling to herself, she zipped up her tunic and exited the cabin.
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"Hello, Wesley," she said, entering Engineering.
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|
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You may remember from another story that he was barred from Engineering.
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Well, that's our first YATI. Wes has to be in Engineering. It's a critical
|
||
part of the next ninety lines or so, so you're just supposed to pretend that
|
||
everything is hunky-dory. Or else this is a "prequel" and he hasn't been
|
||
barred yet. Anyway (said the Viking), read the next few lines and then you
|
||
decide for yourself whether this occurs before or after his banning.
|
||
|
||
Wes was performing an experiment which could result in instant galactical
|
||
annihilation if done properly, and he jumped nervously as she came up behind
|
||
him and put her hand on his shoulder. Fortunately, the distraction was enough
|
||
so that he missed a critical moment in the experiment. Thus the galaxy would
|
||
remain safe for another week at least, barring any reruns.
|
||
|
||
"Uh, hi, uh, uh, Robin," Wes stuttered, and turned quickly, knocking over
|
||
a beaker of something or other.
|
||
|
||
"What'cha doin?" she said cheerily.
|
||
|
||
"Oh, nothing much," he replied, but thought, "Gee, she smells nice. I'd
|
||
like to jump her bones."
|
||
|
||
On the bridge, Deanna smiled to herself.
|
||
|
||
"Well, whatever it was, you spilled it," she said, giggling.
|
||
|
||
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Wes said in his best
|
||
impression of Graham Chapman.
|
||
|
||
Activating one of those little force fields which just happen to be
|
||
conveniently placed anyplace there's a "boo boo", Wesley quickly dumped the
|
||
mess into deep space. It floated for a few days until a passing asteroid went
|
||
through it. The floating gunk reacted with the universe's only deposit of a
|
||
yet-undiscovered element which would enrich the lives of all living things,
|
||
destroying it and causing a hyper-mold to begin growing. The change in mass
|
||
caused the asteroid to change course, and it moved toward a planet.
|
||
|
||
"Ahhh!" said a tadpole, climbing out of the water and rising up on its
|
||
hind legs. It took a deep breath and said, "I think I'll start a brand new
|
||
civilization on this. . .this. . .gee, if I'm going to start a brand new
|
||
civilization, I'd better start naming things. I'll call this thing under my
|
||
feet -- a nice name is needed. I can see for miles all around. Around.
|
||
Arrrrrrounnnnnd. Ah! I'll call it the ground! Grrrrrounnnnnnnd! I like
|
||
that! There's a lot of it, though. I'd better categorize. . .what the fuck
|
||
is THAT?"
|
||
|
||
The tadpole never got a chance to begin categorizing things. A shadow
|
||
passed over the sun. A shreiking whistle went through the atmosphere,
|
||
followed by a sonic boom which literally shook the planet -- which what the
|
||
tadpole was about to call the sum total of all the ground around -- a planet.
|
||
The asteroid whizzed through the atmosphere, and landed right on Tad's head.
|
||
Oh yeah, the tadpole's name was Tad. So much happened so quickly -- Darwin
|
||
apologists back on Earth would call them "evolutionary spurts" in an attempt
|
||
to ignore theoretical flaws -- that we never got around to introducing Tad.
|
||
|
||
The asteroid tumbled for hundreds of miles, leaving microbits of Tad all
|
||
over, and raising clouds of dust, water vapor, and debris. The atmosphere was
|
||
filled with a cloud of life-choking gunk. Just as the inhabitants were
|
||
beginning to wonder how the fuck they were ever going to clean up the mess and
|
||
continue with starting a new civilization, the planet -- which had been
|
||
knocked off its orbit by the asteroid -- fell into the sun.
|
||
|
||
"Burp," said the sun, whose name was Douglas Adams. "Pardon me."
|
||
|
||
"Uh, heh heh heh," said Wesley. "Glad that was nothing important. I was
|
||
just. . .well, never mind. No big loss. I can recreate it later."
|
||
|
||
"I was going to go to Ten Forward and have something chocolate with
|
||
Counselor Troi. Yuh wanna come?" she said.
|
||
|
||
"In your mouth," he thought.
|
||
|
||
On the bridge, Deanna smiled to herself as she walked to the turbolift.
|
||
|
||
"Sure! Sounds like it'd be fun," Wes said.
|
||
|
||
"Well, let's go then," she said, and walked towards the door, which
|
||
opened, then fwipped closed behind her.
|
||
|
||
"Right behind you!" he shouted.
|
||
|
||
"Easy, Wes, she can't hear you through the doors!" Geordi said, grinning
|
||
broadly. "You gonna get into her pants?"
|
||
|
||
"Me? Oh. . .I hadn't even thought about it," Wes said, blushing.
|
||
|
||
"Right!" Geordi said. "I can see your temperature rising, don't forget!"
|
||
|
||
The doors swished open and Riker entered.
|
||
|
||
"Just coincidence," thought Wes and Geordi.
|
||
|
||
Riker stood in the doorway, admiring Robin's ass and smiling.
|
||
|
||
"Excuse me, Commander," Wes said as he exited and caught up with Robin.
|
||
|
||
Riker stood in the doorway, admiring Wesley's ass and smiling.
|
||
|
||
The two young Ensigns entered the turbolift and the doors fwipped closed.
|
||
Riker entered Engineering, and the doors swished behind him.
|
||
|
||
"Just coincidence," thought Geordi and Chief O'Brien, who had come up next
|
||
to Geordi to check on some transporter circuits.
|
||
|
||
"Deck Ten," said Robin.
|
||
|
||
The silence was embarassing. Robin's perfume (or "parfum" as it's known
|
||
to certain snotty, elitist fragrance importers -- the same ones who make
|
||
cosmetic "creme") filled Wesley's nostrils. It was a special blend which
|
||
reacted with the male hormones, causing such blind passion and lust that it
|
||
would make any whore moan. Wesley slowly reached his hand up to put it around
|
||
Robin's waist, but the turbolift wheezed to a stop.
|
||
|
||
"I've never heard a turbolift wheeze," said Wesley.
|
||
|
||
"Oh, I have," said Guinan, who was conveniently standing there as the
|
||
doors fwipped open. "I've heard lots of strange things, interesting stories,
|
||
secrets of the universe, and the solutions to the problems of all creation."
|
||
|
||
"Gee, Guinan, that sounds fascinating!" said Robin, as she sat down.
|
||
|
||
"Yeah, Guinan, please tell us!" said Wesley, taking his seat at the table
|
||
with Robin.
|
||
|
||
"I'd love to, kids, but I'm just a bartender. I'm supposed to listen
|
||
while YOU do the talking," she replied.
|
||
|
||
Wesley took the drink she handed him and threw it against the mirror
|
||
behind the bar.
|
||
|
||
"Fuck you! You do this to us EVERY TIME!!!!! Just when you're about to
|
||
add some REAL INTEREST to a mundane story line, you go and wimp out with that
|
||
'I'm just the bartender' routine! What's your fucking prob. . ."
|
||
|
||
Guinan slapped Wesley hard across the face, and the assembled crew in Ten
|
||
Forward broke into cheers. They even did "The Warp" -- a movement where one
|
||
person stands up, raises his arms, lowers them, and sits down, then the person
|
||
next to him does the same thing, then the next, then the next, and so on until
|
||
it has gone around the room. Then the first person does it again and it
|
||
repeats until people are bored.
|
||
|
||
Wesley stared open-mouthed, then began crying.
|
||
|
||
"W. . .what did you have to do that for? I wasn't going to hurt you!" the
|
||
wuss blubbered.
|
||
|
||
"Oh, stop doing your Cowardly Lion impression and drrrrrrrink yourrrrrr
|
||
drrrrrrrrink," Guinan said in her best "Scotty" impression from the "Tribbles"
|
||
episode and sliding another drink onto the table in front of him.
|
||
|
||
Robin winked at Guinan. The distraction allowed the young bitch to slip
|
||
some Vegan Fly into Wesley's drink. This would make him horny and give him
|
||
staying power.
|
||
|
||
Ha! Like Wesley really needed "staying power." Too bad Robin didn't come
|
||
into the story until line 1280 -- then she might have known about Wesley's
|
||
exploits of the previous two nights.
|
||
|
||
Still blubbering, Wesley sipped at his drrrrrrrrink. I mean his drink.
|
||
He whimpered and sniffed and boo-hooed his first few sips, tears occasionally
|
||
welling up in his eyes and rolling down his cheeks. Robin looked at Guinan
|
||
and rolled her eyes. Guinan just shook her head and turned away to conceal a
|
||
chuckle.
|
||
|
||
Troi entered, and walked over to the bar. Guinan handed her two quadruple
|
||
chocolate fudge brownie delights. She went to the table and sat with Robin
|
||
and Wesley.
|
||
|
||
"Hi, Counselor," said Robin.
|
||
|
||
"Hello, Ensign," she said, smiling at Robin. "Hello, Wesley," she said,
|
||
turning to look at Wesley and rubbing her foot up to Wesley's crotch.
|
||
|
||
He took a big gulp of his drink.
|
||
|
||
"Mmmmmmm, I just love these chocolate things," Robin said.
|
||
|
||
"Yes, they're almost better than sex," said Deanna, pressing on Wesley's
|
||
crotch with her foot.
|
||
|
||
"I wouldn't know about that. Yet. . ." Robin said, putting a spoonful
|
||
quickly into her mouth and putting on an oh-so-innocent face. Deadpan all the
|
||
way.
|
||
|
||
"Trust me, Robin. They're both very nice. Right, Wes?" she said,
|
||
squeezing his cock with her toes.
|
||
|
||
Wesley took a big gulp just as Robin spoke again.
|
||
|
||
"So, like, Wesley, you wanna go back to my cabin and fuck?" she said.
|
||
|
||
The drink spewed. At least the part of it that didn't choke. Wesley
|
||
quickly set the glass down on the counter and used his sleeve to wipe away the
|
||
bourbon and snot which was dripping out of his nose.
|
||
|
||
"Ewwwwwwwwww! Oh, ewwwwwwww! Yuck! Barf! Gag me with a dringle!" said
|
||
Guinan, throwing a bar towel at Wesley and hitting him in the face with it.
|
||
|
||
A big, long, drippy drool of mucous was stringing from Wesley's left
|
||
nostril, and he quickly wiped it away with the bar towel.
|
||
|
||
"W. . .w. . .what did you say?" he whispered.
|
||
|
||
"She said, 'So, like, Wesley, you wanna go back to my cabin and fuck?'!"
|
||
shouted the assembled multitude in Ten Forward -- in perfect unison.
|
||
|
||
Glaring at them with that "Be-careful-or-I'll-save-the-ship-AGAIN" look,
|
||
Wesley turned back to Robin.
|
||
|
||
"What about sensitivity? What about friendship? What about foreplay?" he
|
||
asked.
|
||
|
||
"We can do all that shit later," she said, eating the last bite of her
|
||
quadruple chocolate fudge brownie delight. "Let's go. Thanks for the
|
||
excellent quadruple chocolate fudge brownie delight, Counselor!"
|
||
|
||
"You're quite welcome, Ensign," Deanna said as Robin left the table.
|
||
|
||
"Go get her, Wesley," Deanna whispered.
|
||
|
||
Robin walked toward those nice wood-grain doors with the excellent etched
|
||
glass windows.
|
||
|
||
The doors swished open and Riker entered.
|
||
|
||
"Just coincidence," thought the crew.
|
||
|
||
"Excuse me, Commander," Robin said, exiting the room.
|
||
|
||
Riker stood in the doorway, admiring Robin's ass and smiling.
|
||
|
||
"Excuse me, Commander," Wes said as he exited and caught up with Robin.
|
||
|
||
Riker stood in the doorway, admiring Wesley's ass and smiling.
|
||
|
||
"Can I get you something, Commander?" Guinan said in that peculiar way she
|
||
has of smiling and talking at the same time without opening her mouth.
|
||
|
||
"Sure, Guinan. A glass of synthehol," he said, still looking down the
|
||
corridor after Robin and Wesley.
|
||
|
||
The doors swished shut as he came into the room.
|
||
|
||
Robin and Wesley turned and looked at the door. Then they turned to each
|
||
other.
|
||
|
||
"Probably just coincidence," they said at the same time.
|
||
|
||
They burst into laughter and went into the turbolift.
|
||
|
||
"Deck twelve," Robin said.
|
||
|
||
They entered her cabin, and Robin dimmed the lights. She slowly and
|
||
sensuously stripped, dancing nude in front of Wesley, rubbing her cunt against
|
||
his crotch, which throbbed out to meet her. Then she knelt and began removing
|
||
his pants.
|
||
|
||
"This mission is going to be very interesting, I do believe," Wesley said,
|
||
laughing.
|
||
|
||
In Ten Forward, Deanna just smiled to herself and finished her quadruple
|
||
chocolate fudge brownie delight, rolling her tongue so sensuously around the
|
||
spoon that every male in the room nearly shot a wad in his pants. She smiled
|
||
at Will, who was trying (unsuccessfully, as Deanna read Guinan's thoughts) to
|
||
hit on Guinan. She winked at Guinan and left Ten Forward.
|
||
|
||
Stopping by Robin's cabin and "eavesdropping", she could sense the passion
|
||
of the two ensigns. Deanna realized that the addition of Ensign Leffler would
|
||
provide some very interesting combinations, and she couldn't wait to try them
|
||
out.
|
||
|
||
"Another fine job by the Ship's Counselor," she said to herself, and left
|
||
to go find Tasha and Beverly.
|
||
|
||
Back in the cabin, Wesley and Robin were leaning back against the head of
|
||
the bed.
|
||
|
||
"So that was your first time, huh?" he said.
|
||
|
||
"Yeah. It was super. I'm glad I waited for you," Robin replied.
|
||
|
||
"So you've never done a group grope?" Wesley asked, his eyebrows rising.
|
||
|
||
"Nuh-uh. I fooled around with my roommate at the academy, but other than
|
||
her, you're the only one I've ever done anything with. . . Why do you ask?"
|
||
|
||
"Oh, no particular reason," he said, grinning.
|
||
|
||
Wes lay back, smiling and imagining himself entwined in a mass of female
|
||
bodies consisting of the four sexiest women on the ship. Pussy licking, cock
|
||
sucking, ass poking. . .
|
||
|
||
It was going to be a very interesting mission indeed!
|
||
|
||
[ THE END? To be continued.]
|
||
|
||
Starring the usual cast of usuals: Patrick Picard, William T. Riker, Deanna
|
||
Troi, Geordi LeFarrrrrrrge, Data, Tasha, Wesley, O'Brien, Dr. Hot-to-Trot,
|
||
Q, Whoopi Guinan, and one of those Judd babes.
|