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Star Trek: The Next Fornication 1/6
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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.
[End of Part 1]
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