Star Trek: The Next Fornication

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Star Trek: The Next Fornication

"Captain's Log, stardate 4569.69 -- Personal note: There's nothing to report really. I just love saying '69' whenever I can."

"The starship Enterprise (affectionately known as the 'Spreadlegs' to its crew) is making its way through the dark void, penetrating farther than any ship has before. Exploring virgin territory excited the crew. Tensions are high, but the well-trained crew keeps gently massaging their consoles, coaxing the fine-tuned instruments to do the job. Nothing can be heard but the pounding of their hearts, their breathing, and the throbbing and pulsing of the massive column in central Engineering.

The bridge crew were are at their positions. Despite years of training and experience, their eyes are nonetheless lust-filled inserting their ship into this unexplored space. There was some slight apprehension, but it soon vanished, almost as the popping of a balloon as a confident voice spoke. End log."

"Tit's about time for a scanner report," said William Riker, the hunky first officer.

"I agree, Number One," said Jean-Luc Picard, captain of the vessel.

Balding, Picard was not quite as hunky as Riker, but he had more class. Besides, rumour had it that if one were to drop the soap around Riker, it would be better to leave it lay. But actually he would fuck male and female alike. He and Deanna Troi once had a fling, but she dumped him for growing a beard.

"When you eat my cunt, I can't tell where I end and you begin," she had offered as a reason, but now working so close to him had rekindled the flame.

"Make it so, Mr. Worf," said Picard.

"I'm sorry, sir. A male Klingon does not sew. Neither do we skip or prance around. I do not press flowers, though I occasionally wear women's clothes. But you must remember that the clothes of a Klingon female have huge spikes. In addition, certain other garments have devices of a rather personal nature which just happen to be near the orifices of the body."

"He meant," Riker said, "you fucking idiot, to do the scanner report. SO, not SEW!"

Worf blushed (if it were possible for a Klingon) and made a thoroughly probing scan of the dark area ahead, reporting negative.

"Ensign Crusher, give us heading 324 point 7, mark 83. Warp 6."

"Twat's that you say? I cunt hair you. I have got an ear infucktion, SIR!" the boy said, laughing and almost falling out of his chair onto his cute, tight ass.

"I'll paddle that cute, tight ass -- later, when it's quiet," Riker thought to himseslf.

Big-titted nympho Deanna Troi, an empathic half-Trapezoid, looked at Riker with wide eyes. Her feelings were suddenly distracted from the lust-filled daydreams of Tasha Yar, and she turned her attention to her ex-lover as she felt his thoughts of young male sex.

Seeing that he had aroused Deanna, and thinking quickly, Riker said out loud, "I'll paddle that cute, tight ass, Mr. Crusher -- later when it's quiet."

Rising and throwing out his chest and pelvic region, Wesley said, "SIR! YES SIR! VERY GOOD, SIR!"

The whole bridge crew could see the bulge in Wesley's crotch. Riker's bisexual exploits were legendary -- the topic of discussion in Ten Forward. Wesley, however, due to his inexperience, would poke his cock into anything that was wet -- if he ever came across anything that was wet, and if it would let him. His previous experience had been limited to jacking off and fooling around with a tent-mate on a holodeck camping trip.

As his seams were on the point of ripping, Wesley could feel the eyes of the female crewmembers zeroing in on his zipper. Or where his zipper would be if this wasn't the 24th century. His hard-on pounded, saluting the gaze of Deanna, Tasha, and even his red-headed mom. He about passed out with the thought of fucking any one of them.

He had peeked on his mom fingering herself, but had done nothing more than jack off while watching her. Of course his mom didn't know, and she would be embarassed to death if anyone found out that the upright Beverly Crusher finger-fucked her cunt to relieve her sexual frustrations.

How long had it been since she had even sucked a cock? The last was a "quickie" blow in Sickbay -- a triple-headed, 14-inch alien whanger. She would be mortified if she knew that her son had watched her relieve her sexual tensions in her own bed.

"Head for the showers at shift change, Ensign," said Picard, acting before things got out of hand.

"Ding-a-ling," said Riker, grinning broadly as the bridge crew convulsed with laughter at the punchline to the centuries-old joke about the three monks.

But three of the crew weren't laughing with any conviction -- the three horny women who would love to let a hard-on slide in and out of their steamy cunts: Tasha, Deanna, and an increasingly-horny Beverly, whose horniness was so intense that the thought of ANY male erection aroused her.

Straightening her uniform and breathing deeply, Beverly prepared to give her medical report. While Tasha could pick up any young stud on the ship and Deanna could finger and dildo her cunt to the feelings of the fuck lust of everyone on the ship at night, Beverly had to take sex where she could get it. Or more accurately, where she couldn't get it. For she hadn't had her brains fucked out in years. The last time was -- well, modesty forbids, but his initials are JLP. She wasn't even sure her pussy would lube up to a cock any more. The "where she could get it" most oftened turned out to be the fingers of her right hand roaming around inside her panties.

"Captain, I'm don't think we should be so COCKsure and STIFF as we RAM into this sector. Readings inDICKate there might be lifeforms aHEAD," the doctor said.

"Beverly, why don't you go to the holodeck and get laid before you explode?" Picard said.

Gulping and whimpering like Kirstie Alley, Beverly lowered her head in embarassment. She stood, straightened her jacket to cover the protruding nipples of her braless tits, and headed for the turbolift.

"Captain, you and mom are pretty close," Wesley said after she had gone. "Maybe it's time for a little Dicky Dunkin'. . ."

"Yes, Captain. I can feel the lust and the distraction she is feeling in her horniness," Deanna said. "She is in definite need of a good porking."

Little did they all know that he had spent several nights between the lovely redhead's thighs at the Academy reunion, screwing her to screaming orgasms, but that's another text file altogether.

"Thank you all for your input, but I have a lover, and she's called 'Enterprise'," said the captain.

Riker spoke up.

"Sir, isn't that a line from 'Mudd's Women'?" he said, apparently questioning the authority and judgment of a superior, just as he did every week.

"Commander, there are approximately 600,000 words in the English language, and they can be used in only limited combinations. In that limited list, there are only a few combinations of words that will be appropriate for any given situation. Therefore, out of necessity, some combinations of words can be expected to be repeated in similar situations, as the minds of humans tend to work similarly, and they would react similarly in identical or similar situations," said Data.

"I didn't expect a sort of Altarian Inquisition!" Riker responded.

The crew looked around sharply and expectantly for a few seconds, but nothing happened.

"Damn," said Lieutenant Michael Palin.

Picard stood to go to his ready room. He straightened his jacket.

"Damn, I hate these things. I'm glad we're getting new ones for the next season," he said.

"You're getting a new jacket?" Riker said.

"And a captain's hat," Picard added.

"WHERE IS MY FUCKING HAT AND JACKET?!?!?!?" Riker exclaimed.

Suddenly a chime sounded: shift change. The crew worked on staggered shifts, so it was possible to work for three or four days before the same roster worked together again. This made for better training, as the crew found the best attributes of the entire range of crew, rather than just growing comfortable with a few people.

Tasha, Wesley, and Data entered the lift. After a few seconds, Wesley noticed that Tasha had moved close to him and was pressing her cunt into his thigh, rubbing her crotch up and down, breathing heavily in his ear. His cock rose to full length, straining the material of his slacks.

"Stop," Tasha commanded the turbolift.

Dropping to her knees, she faced Wesley and moved so that his zipper (or where it would be, if this weren't the 24th century) was near the level of her mouth.

"Have you ever had a blowjob before, Wesley?" she asked.

"Well, a friend and I went camping on the holodeck and we kind of felt each other up and stuff. It was fun, but we don't do it that much. Of course, we jack off all the time. But I've never been sucked by a woman."

"Query, Lieutenant Yar. . .blowjob?" said Data.

Although he watched as Tasha pulled out the young cock and began sucking, Data felt no arousal, for not only did another cock not turn him on, but neither did a pussy. He is an fucking android, for Pete's sake!

"Accessing. . .blowjob. Ah! A term used to describe the oral stimulation of the male sex organ, hopefully by a female. Going down, swallowing the salami, tube steak boogie, slurping the sausage, giving head, tooting the flesh tuba, playing the skin flute, playing the furry harmonica. . ."

"ENOUGH, Data," said Tasha between slurps of Wesley's cock.

Wes couldn't believe his luck. Here was that sexy Tasha (she of the tight pants) going down on him. Shit! This was a million times better than jacking off! But it wasn't going to last too long, because Tasha had a very talented mouth.

"Ungggh, hunnnhhh," Wes grunted, squirting his load into a woman for the first time.

Tasha swallowed and stood up. Wesley fixed his pants, then looked up at Tasha. She put her arms around his neck and French kissed him. Although not as good as the blowjob, her kissing was very arousing. If he hadn't just cum, he would be getting hard as a rock.

"Continue," Tasha said to the turbolift. "Wesley, not a word of this to anyone -- if you ever want to do anything like it again. Data, I want you to forget this ever happened."

Wesley grinned and nodded his head. Data's eyes rolled around as he erased the previous 5 minutes from his memory banks. The turbolift halted and the doors opened. The three stepped out and went in different directions.

Entering his room, Wesley got into his pajamas and lay down. He couldn't get his mind off the sight of Tasha's lips wrapped around his boner. Suddenly realizing his mom left the bridge before he had, he flipped on his viewscreen and entered the password to activate the hidden camera in her quarters.

She was there, and she had stripped down to her panties. She had nice tits (her whole body was slurpable), and fit nicely into her panties. She sat on the edge of the bed and began rubbing lotion on her arms. Her huge tits were full and swelling, and the nipples were stiff and erect. After a while she began massaging them and rubbing lotion on them as well. She would rub from underneath, then grab and pinch the nipples before releasing the tit to let it drop back.

This soon got her horny, and she began rubbing her pussy through her panties. She lay back on the bed and pulled her knees up so that her feet were flat on the bed. Then she spread her thighs as widely as she could and began rubbing her pussy through her panties even more vigorously.

Suddenly she said, "Oh, this is useless!"

Expecting her to quit, Wes was pleasantly surprised to watch her pull her panties down. Although he had watched her finger-fuck before, he had never seen her naked cunt before. Her previous finger-fuck sessions were limited to feeling down inside her panties. Now here it was, wide open, hot and wet, and surrounded by hot red hair! What a hole it was, too!

She gently inserted a finger into the hot hole and began slowly pumping it in and out, and round and round. Wesley's hand had found his hard cock and was stroking it. She was really going at it, but slow and deep, rather than fast. No wonder, Wes thought to himself. She hadn't made herself cum in almost three months and must be very horny.

Beverly wasn't even fantasizing this time. She was just enjoying the explosions of pleasure emanating from her stiff, throbbing clit as she thumbed it in time to her plunging fingers, slowly sliding in and out of her wet, ignored pussy.

"Ohhhh, sssssss, ahhhhhh," she moaned and groaned, as her mini-orgasms exploded like Romulan photon torpedoes against an unshielded ship.

If the small ones were this good, she couldn't wait for the big one to hit. But she didn't rush it. She wanted this to last for hours and hours if possible. She could always grab a couple of hours in a sleep chamber, and that would give her the effect of a full night's sleep. Right now, taking care of her pussy was more important.

Wesley wasn't going to last as long as his mom. From the comfort of his room he pounded his boner as he watched his mom on the viewscreen. His cock surged and spurted just a couple of minutes after seeing his mom's panties peel down and her cunt come into view.

His cum shot up in the air, then splashed back down on him. He pumped for a few more seconds until he was drained and spent, then headed for the shower to wash off.

"Man, that was a good one! That's the first time I've ever cum so good twice that close together," he said to himself.

He stepped into the shower and turned it to a steamy warm. A nice cum followed by a nice shower. Well, two nice cums, actually.

In her cabin, Beverly was still fingering. Suddenly her intercom buzzed.

"Shit!" she said, whipping her finger out of her cunt and sitting up on the edge of the bed. "Shit, shit, shit! Fuck, piss, shit! Fuck! Piss! Shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Piss, piss, piss! Shit, shit, shit! FUCK!"

She brushed her hair from out of her face where it had whipped around and pushed the button to answer the viewscreen.

"Crusher here. What is it now, someone with a hangnail?" she said sarcastically, and somewhat out of breath.

Despite the fingering, she hadn't yet had a good cum. She was out of breath and panting, and had almost reached the peak of a mind-blowing orgasm when the intercom had buzzed.

It was Ship's Counselor Deanna Troi. Smiling smugly and knowingly, she chuckled in a thick accent.

"Why, Beverly, I hope I'm not interrupting anything, ahhhh, important," she said, her eyes locked on Beverly's magnificent breasts.

Gritting her teeth with sexual unfulfillment and tilting the camera up, Beverly responded, "What is it. . .Counselor?"

"You are needed on the bridge, Doctor Beverly. Mr. Worf cracked a joke, only he didn't think it was a joke. But everyone else did, and Mr. O'Brien was laughing so hard he slapped Worf on the back and it broke his hand."

"Tell Mr. O'Brien I'll meet him in Sickbay. Crusher out."

She slapped off the intercom and stormed out of her room towards Sickbay. Her tits were rolling and bouncing when she realized that, in her anger, she had forgotten to get dressed. Her voluptuous naked body was greeted by a whistle, but mostly by open-mouthed, lust-filled stares from both men and women.

"Just seeing if anyone is paying attention around this fucking place," she said, whirling around and heading back into her cabin to get covered up, her ass and tits jiggling invitingly.

Back on the bridge, Chief O'Brien headed for Sickbay. Troi was still smiling smugly. She had felt Beverly's sexual frustration, and she knew that the good doctor was ready to drop trou for the first entity to look at her twice. Maybe she could be that entity. After all, it had been almost 48 hours since she last had a good mouthful of pussy. She glanced lovingly at Tasha Yar's station.

"Permission to leave the bridge, SAH!" Riker said to Picard. "I have some, ah, disciplinary actions to take."

"Permission granted, Number One," Picard said. "And speaking of Number One, I have to go to the Little Captain's Room for a minute. Lieutenant LaForge, you have the bridge."

"Aye, sir," LaForge said.

Geordi LaForge was blind. However, he wore a VISOR, which stands for Visual Infrared Something Or otheR (VISOR). Little did anyone suspect that it also contained a wicked laser disintegrator ray to vaporize ignorant types who couldn't spell "Geordi" -- spelling it Jordi or Gordy instead. He always thought it was simple: like George, only with a "di" instead of a "ge". How many people would spell it Jorge or Gorge Washington? Why were the idiots so FUCKING STUPID that they couldn't spell "Geordi"????? Geordi, Geordi, Geordi!

"Okay, let's see what this baby can really do. Helm, keep us going in our current direction, but point us nose down."

"Aye, sir," came the reply, and Geordi smiled to himself.

"When the cat's away, the mice will play," he said with a grin.

Back in Wesley's cabin, the boy was beginning to lather up and wash off the cum. He didn't hear the cabin door swish open and shut, nor did he see the shadowy figure outside the shower cubicle.

Commander Riker massaged his growing boner through his pants. The young ass was as tender as any he had ever seen, and he had poked his rod up many tight buttholes on females and males. Part of "Academy training and initiation" he would tell them.

He stripped and waited, his cock arching upwards, throbbing in horny anticipation. Wesley began soaping. He soaped his arms and chest. Then he soaped his cock and reached around to soap his ass. Then he reached down to soap up his legs. That was the moment Will had been waiting for, and he entered the shower.

"Surprise!" Riker said as he boned young Wesley up the ass.

"Geez! Hey! Hey, fuck! Ow! What the fuck is going on?!?!" Wesley yelled.

"Just relax. You'll get used to it and enjoy it!" Riker commanded.

Because any movement was a bit painful, Wesley complied. The huge cock was going in and out, and he bent over to make entry easier. But he was beginning to enjoy the stimulation of the huge column of meat rubbing against his prostate.

"Unnggghhh! Such a big cock!" Wesley grunted.

"Yeah, it's 9 1/2 inches long. Just bend over farther and I'll get deeper penetration," Riker said. "If you think that's big, you should see Picard's. Of course he goes only for women, but if he ever changes his mind, don't let him show you what he calls the 'Captain's Log'."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ho ho ho ho ho he he he he he! Captain's Log! That's pretty funny! Not only are you a good fuck, but you have a sense of humor. I find that rare in a man," Wesley said.

Grabbing Wesley's hips, Riker thrust hard and deep, squirting his cum up Wesley's ass.

"Arrrgghhhhh!" Riker grunted as he pushed in to the limit.

After the cum subsided, Riker showered off and left Wesley collapsed on the floor. Wes's dick was hard again, but he was too exhausted to do anything about it at the moment. Slowly he got up and hobbled out of the shower. He put his pajamas back on and got into bed. His dick was sticking up, and he 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.

11/5/94 -- PARTS 1, 2, and 10 ARE MISSING

From: jwarner@hookup.net (John Warner) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: REPOST TNG 3 Date: 1 Nov 1994 12:06:41 -0500

Tasha, Wesley, and Data entered the lift. After a few seconds, Wesley noticed that Tasha had moved close to him and was pressing her cunt into his thigh, rubbing her crotch up and down, breathing heavily in his ear. His cock rose to full length, straining the material of his slacks.

"Stop," Tasha commanded the turbolift.

Dropping to her knees, she faced Wesley and moved so that his zipper (or where it would be, if this weren't the 24th century) was near the level of her mouth.

"Have you ever had a blowjob before, Wesley?" she asked.

"Well, a friend and I went camping on the holodeck and we kind of felt each other up and stuff. It was fun, but we don't do it that much. Of course, we jack off all the time. But I've never been sucked by a woman."

"Query, Lieutenant Yar. . .blowjob?" said Data.

Although he watched as Tasha pulled out the young cock and began sucking, Data felt no arousal, for not only did another cock not turn him on, but neither did a pussy. He is an fucking android, for Pete's sake!

"Accessing. . .blowjob. Ah! A term used to describe the oral stimulation of the male sex organ, hopefully by a female. Going down, swallowing the salami, tube steak boogie, slurping the sausage, giving head, tooting the flesh tuba, playing the skin flute, playing the furry harmonica. . ."

"ENOUGH, Data," said Tasha between slurps of Wesley's cock.

Wes couldn't believe his luck. Here was that sexy Tasha (she of the tight pants) going down on him. Shit! This was a million times better than jacking off! But it wasn't going to last too long, because Tasha had a very talented mouth.

"Ungggh, hunnnhhh," Wes grunted, squirting his load into a woman for the first time.

Tasha swallowed and stood up. Wesley fixed his pants, then looked up at Tasha. She put her arms around his neck and French kissed him. Although not as good as the blowjob, her kissing was very arousing. If he hadn't just cum, he would be getting hard as a rock.

"Continue," Tasha said to the turbolift. "Wesley, not a word of this to anyone -- if you ever want to do anything like it again. Data, I want you to forget this ever happened."

Wesley grinned and nodded his head. Data's eyes rolled around as he erased the previous 5 minutes from his memory banks. The turbolift halted and the doors opened. The three stepped out and went in different directions.

Entering his room, Wesley got into his pajamas and lay down. He couldn't get his mind off the sight of Tasha's lips wrapped around his boner. Suddenly realizing his mom left the bridge before he had, he flipped on his viewscreen and entered the password to activate the hidden camera in her quarters.

She was there, and she had stripped down to her panties. She had nice tits (her whole body was slurpable), and fit nicely into her panties. She sat on the edge of the bed and began rubbing lotion on her arms. Her huge tits were full and swelling, and the nipples were stiff and erect. After a while she began massaging them and rubbing lotion on them as well. She would rub from underneath, then grab and pinch the nipples before releasing the tit to let it drop back.

This soon got her horny, and she began rubbing her pussy through her panties. She lay back on the bed and pulled her knees up so that her feet were flat on the bed. Then she spread her thighs as widely as she could and began rubbing her pussy through her panties even more vigorously.

Suddenly she said, "Oh, this is useless!"

Expecting her to quit, Wes was pleasantly surprised to watch her pull her panties down. Although he had watched her finger-fuck before, he had never seen her naked cunt before. Her previous finger-fuck sessions were limited to feeling down inside her panties. Now here it was, wide open, hot and wet, and surrounded by hot red hair! What a hole it was, too!

She gently inserted a finger into the hot hole and began slowly pumping it in and out, and round and round. Wesley's hand had found his hard cock and was stroking it. She was really going at it, but slow and deep, rather than fast. No wonder, Wes thought to himself. She hadn't made herself cum in almost three months and must be very horny.

Beverly wasn't even fantasizing this time. She was just enjoying the explosions of pleasure emanating from her stiff, throbbing clit as she thumbed it in time to her plunging fingers, slowly sliding in and out of her wet, ignored pussy.

"Ohhhh, sssssss, ahhhhhh," she moaned and groaned, as her mini-orgasms exploded like Romulan photon torpedoes against an unshielded ship.

If the small ones were this good, she couldn't wait for the big one to hit. But she didn't rush it. She wanted this to last for hours and hours if possible. She could always grab a couple of hours in a sleep chamber, and that would give her the effect of a full night's sleep. Right now, taking care of her pussy was more important.

Wesley wasn't going to last as long as his mom. From the comfort of his room he pounded his boner as he watched his mom on the viewscreen. His cock surged and spurted just a couple of minutes after seeing his mom's panties peel down and her cunt come into view.

His cum shot up in the air, then splashed back down on him. He pumped for a few more seconds until he was drained and spent, then headed for the shower to wash off.

"Man, that was a good one! That's the first time I've ever cum so good twice that close together," he said to himself.

<End of Part 3>

He stepped into the shower and turned it to a steamy warm. A nice cum followed by a nice shower. Well, two nice cums, actually.

In her cabin, Beverly was still fingering. Suddenly her intercom buzzed.

"Shit!" she said, whipping her finger out of her cunt and sitting up on the edge of the bed. "Shit, shit, shit! Fuck, piss, shit! Fuck! Piss! Shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Piss, piss, piss! Shit, shit, shit! FUCK!"

She brushed her hair from out of her face where it had whipped around and pushed the button to answer the viewscreen.

"Crusher here. What is it now, someone with a hangnail?" she said sarcastically, and somewhat out of breath.

Despite the fingering, she hadn't yet had a good cum. She was out of breath and panting, and had almost reached the peak of a mind-blowing orgasm when the intercom had buzzed.

It was Ship's Counselor Deanna Troi. Smiling smugly and knowingly, she chuckled in a thick accent.

"Why, Beverly, I hope I'm not interrupting anything, ahhhh, important," she said, her eyes locked on Beverly's magnificent breasts.

Gritting her teeth with sexual unfulfillment and tilting the camera up, Beverly responded, "What is it. . .Counselor?"

"You are needed on the bridge, Doctor Beverly. Mr. Worf cracked a joke, only he didn't think it was a joke. But everyone else did, and Mr. O'Brien was laughing so hard he slapped Worf on the back and it broke his hand."

"Tell Mr. O'Brien I'll meet him in Sickbay. Crusher out."

She slapped off the intercom and stormed out of her room towards Sickbay. Her tits were rolling and bouncing when she realized that, in her anger, she had forgotten to get dressed. Her voluptuous naked body was greeted by a whistle, but mostly by open-mouthed, lust-filled stares from both men and women.

"Just seeing if anyone is paying attention around this fucking place," she said, whirling around and heading back into her cabin to get covered up, her ass and tits jiggling invitingly.

Back on the bridge, Chief O'Brien headed for Sickbay. Troi was still smiling smugly. She had felt Beverly's sexual frustration, and she knew that the good doctor was ready to drop trou for the first entity to look at her twice. Maybe she could be that entity. After all, it had been almost 48 hours since she last had a good mouthful of pussy. She glanced lovingly at Tasha Yar's station.

"Permission to leave the bridge, SAH!" Riker said to Picard. "I have some, ah, disciplinary actions to take."

"Permission granted, Number One," Picard said. "And speaking of Number One, I have to go to the Little Captain's Room for a minute. Lieutenant LaForge, you have the bridge."

"Aye, sir," LaForge said.

Geordi LaForge was blind. However, he wore a VISOR, which stands for Visual Infrared Something Or otheR (VISOR). Little did anyone suspect that it also contained a wicked laser disintegrator ray to vaporize ignorant types who couldn't spell "Geordi" -- spelling it Jordi or Gordy instead. He always thought it was simple: like George, only with a "di" instead of a "ge". How many people would spell it Jorge or Gorge Washington? Why were the idiots so FUCKING STUPID that they couldn't spell "Geordi"????? Geordi, Geordi, Geordi!

"Okay, let's see what this baby can really do. Helm, keep us going in our current direction, but point us nose down."

"Aye, sir," came the reply, and Geordi smiled to himself.

"When the cat's away, the mice will play," he said with a grin.

Back in Wesley's cabin, the boy was beginning to lather up and wash off the cum. He didn't hear the cabin door swish open and shut, nor did he see the shadowy figure outside the shower cubicle.

Commander Riker massaged his growing boner through his pants. The young ass was as tender as any he had ever seen, and he had poked his rod up many tight buttholes on females and males. Part of "Academy training and initiation" he would tell them.

He stripped and waited, his cock arching upwards, throbbing in horny anticipation. Wesley began soaping. He soaped his arms and chest. Then he soaped his cock and reached around to soap his ass. Then he reached down to soap up his legs. That was the moment Will had been waiting for, and he entered the shower.

"Surprise!" Riker said as he boned young Wesley up the ass.

"Geez! Hey! Hey, fuck! Ow! What the fuck is going on?!?!" Wesley yelled.

"Just relax. You'll get used to it and enjoy it!" Riker commanded.

Because any movement was a bit painful, Wesley complied. The huge cock was going in and out, and he bent over to make entry easier. But he was beginning to enjoy the stimulation of the huge column of meat rubbing against his prostate.

"Unnggghhh! Such a big cock!" Wesley grunted.

<End of Part 4>

"Yeah, it's 9 1/2 inches long. Just bend over farther and I'll get deeper penetration," Riker said. "If you think that's big, you should see Picard's. Of course he goes only for women, but if he ever changes his mind, don't let him show you what he calls the 'Captain's Log'."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ho ho ho ho ho he he he he he! Captain's Log! That's pretty funny! Not only are you a good fuck, but you have a sense of humor. I find that rare in a man," Wesley said.

Grabbing Wesley's hips, Riker thrust hard and deep, squirting his cum up Wesley's ass.

"Arrrgghhhhh!" Riker grunted as he pushed in to the limit.

After the cum subsided, Riker showered off and left Wesley collapsed on the floor. Wes's dick was hard again, but he was too exhausted to do anything about it at the moment. Slowly he got up and hobbled out of the shower. He put his pajamas back on and got into bed. His dick was sticking up, and he 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.

<End of Part 5>

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.

<End of Part 6>

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.

<End of Part 7>

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.

<End of Part 8>

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.

<End of Part 9>

"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.

<End of Part 11>

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.

<End of Part 12>

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.

• • • • • • • • • • <End of Part 13>

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, she wanted to have the filled feeling, but wanted a cock to do it -- Wesley Crusher's cock.

She wasn't certain how he'd react to her shaved pussy, but if he was an average horny teenage boy, he'd jump at the chance to fuck a girl. She wanted to be that girl. Even if he had already fucked -- or was currently fucking -- she wanted his cock to take her cherry cunt.

"Ahhhhhhuuuuuuuuhhh," she breathed, her fingertip gently circling around her throbbing, exposed clit and fantasizing about a young male ensign. "Ohhh, that's so nice, Wesley."

She fantasized about the young man, imagining him giving her the most explosive cums imaginable. She pinched her naked nipples and her clit, giving 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 nipples would stand out like the tip of her little finger. She imagined Wesley's prick sliding in and out of her wet hole.

"Mggmgmhhhhhhhmmmmghhh!" she wailed as her orgasm climbed in her body.

Her finger was a blur going around her clit now. Her ass was sliding on the chair and her leg muscles were taut. She began waving her legs in the air, and they tensed into steel as her cum approached. Her clitty was pulsing and throbbing.

"Ahhhhhh, shit!!!!"" she panted, and her orgasm hit her in one tremendous blast. "Ohhhhhh, whew! That was nice," she whispered to herself, slumping back in the chair and breathing heavily for a few moments before rising, her cute, pert little tits heaving and her heart pounding.

She showered quickly, and as she dressed, she spritzed little dabs of an Arcturian cologne in strategic spots such as behind her ears, on her wrists, and her cleavage -- or what little there was of it, for her tits were still developing.

"And this one's for you, Wesley Crusher," she said as she dabbed some of the perfume on her upper thighs.

Smiling to herself, she zipped up her tunic and exited the cabin.

"Hello, Wesley," she said, entering Engineering.

You may remember from another story that he was barred from Engineering. 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.

<end of Part 14>

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.

<End of Part 15>

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. . .

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