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Star Trek: The Next Fornication 2/6
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"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 too, 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 2]
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