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Star Trek: The Next Fornication 3/6
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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 1/2
inch throbber. He was more than happy to give it to her in all her holes.
What really turned him on was the fact that Trapezoid women had five holes to
fuck instead of the three sported by human women. They entered her cabin, and
Riker grinned and winked over his shoulder at a crewman who was staring at
them. He returned the smile and gave a "thumbs up" sign.
- - - - - - - - - -
Back on the bridge, Picard was staring intently at the viewscreen. In
the center of it was a pulsing black hole. Picard started to say something,
but realized only Geordi was left. Everyone else had left at shift change.
How can you run a damn starship like that?
"Well, Mr. LaForge. What does your VISOR make of that?"
"Looks kind of like Tasha Yar's pussy seen from six inches," Geordi said,
grinning from ear to ear. "But actually, I wouldn't worry about it. Wesley
was the last one at that position, and he left the viewscreen on Magnification
Ten Billion and Two. What you are seeing is the view of a location that would
take us 40,000 years to get to -- at Warp 3,956."
"Well, suffice it to say we won't be going there," Picard replied.
He was amazed at the clarity and detail they were seeing, even though the
object was incredibly -- INCREDIBLY -- distant (I mean _INCREDIBLY_), and they
often had trouble using the viewscreen to see objects just a few thousand feet
away. Then Picard remembered Murphy's First Law of Dramatic Tension: "The
equipment on board a starship works in a direct proportional ratio to the
amount of danger or whether Kirk is about to be swallowed by the giant space
amoeba."
"Now if you want to get close to a hole, I believe Tasha is in her cabin
right about now," Geordi said, grinning.
"Thank you. I think I may just take her up on your offer," Picard said,
entering the turbolift.
Already he was aroused, and his huge porkstick pushed out his trousers and
was nearly caught in the closing doors. Yes, Tasha and Picard were destined
to "meat" again that evening. Her cunt, mouth, and asshole were familar and
well-stretched by his cock, and they would eagerly open up for his invading
fuckstick once again.
"Come in, Jean-Luc," she said, after he buzzed her door. "Come on in and
give me that throbbing thing up my ass," she said after he had entered and the
doors were closed behind him.
She was on her hands and knees, looking back at him. Her naked ass was
waving in the air, and her hand was suggestively moving up and down the crack,
teasing her butthole and greasing it up. The other hand was gently massaging
her pussy.
Picard stripped, greased up his cock, and mounted her, pushing his hard-on
full-length into her tight asshole. She groaned with pleasure as the 14"
column of flesh plunged balls-deep in her ass. How she loved butt-fucking!
Shit, she just loved fucking, no matter where it was.
Picard was pumping his boner into Tasha's receptive ass with abandon. The
tightness of her hole was stimulating, and she made the sexiest grunts and
groans as his dick was either all the way in or all the way out. As it was
sliding, she moaned or wailed in ecstasy. She sounded like a rusty see-saw.
"Ohhhh, fuck my ass, fuck my ass! I need your cock up my ass and pussy,
Jean-Luc!" she screamed.
And Picard was more than happy to give her what she wanted. Being a prim,
proper ship's captain was fine most of the time, but when someone who looked
as good in tight pants as Tasha did walked by, his all-too-human emotions and
reactions took over.
He began pumping harder and faster. Despite the huge size of his cock,
Tasha's tiny, tight ass handled him quite easily. She was furiously fingering
her pussy, and they both attempted to reach their orgasms together. Most
women wewre not able to swallow his cock or take it up their pussy, but here
was someone who could even take it up her smaller ass as well as her pussy.
And when she sucked him, she could take about 8 inches down, so he wasn't
complaining.
"Arrrrrrgh!" he roared, feeling his jism squirting up her ass.
"Hunnnnhhhhhhh!" she moaned, feeling the cum and cock squirting and
pistoning in her ass as her fingers brought her sopping pussy to orgasm.
Tasha enjoyed sex. Her home planet was overrun with rape gangs, and after
that experience she felt she would never enjoy a cock again. Her sex life was
made up of at least half women, but she discovered that when she could say
when and where to having a cock in her that she loved it. She had all but
forgotten the forced sex, and enjoyed fucking to the utmost. When sex was
desired, it was exhilarating for her.
Picard's cock was still hard, and it was still in her ass. Tasha had
collapsed on the bed, and Picard was on top of her. Both were breathing hard,
panting, and wheezing from the exertion. Picard rolled off, pulling his cock
from her ass with a soft plop. Tasha sat up on the edge of the bed.
"How about a shower, Jean-Luc?" she said coyly.
"Now that sounds like a first rate idea, Lieutenant," he said, smiling at
her.
Picard and Tasha entered the shower and set the water flow to a comfortable
warmth. They soaped, scrubbed, and rinsed each other. In their excitement,
Tasha raised one foot up on a raised ledge, giving Picard's cock access to her
cunt from behind. He was up to the challenge and speared her pussy on his
erection.
This time he didn't fuck her, but remained still. She contracted and
relaxed her cunt muscles around his cock as she fingered her clit. Tasha was
a wild fuck, and could make the fuck session last for hours -- or make
everyone involved cum in just a couple of minutes.
"Ohhh, my cunt feels so stretched and full, Jean-Luc," she said.
"Yes, Natasha. Your cunt is as deep as I've ever seen, yet it is so
tight, hot, and wet," Picard replied.
"Ooooooh, you get me off even when you don't move your dick," she hissed,
nuzzling his ear over her shoulder. "I can hardly stand it when you pump it
in and out."
She squeezed and released, squeezed and released. His cock felt like a
Theresian exercise club when it was shoved inside her. Actually that was not
quite true, because his cock was considerably larger than a Theresian exercise
club. But she and Deanna had fucked each other several times with Theresian
exercise clubs, and that was the nearest comparison she could make.
The thought of Deanna's body tangled with hers combined with the animal
heat of Picard behind her caused flashes of orgasm to shoot through her body.
Vaguely she was aware of Picard dumping his load into her pussy. The sheer
heat inside her body combined with the hot water striking her naked body took
her over the top.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed, squeezing her
eyes shut and stiffening in pleasure.
Picard's cock shot a last squirt, then he was spent. He gently pulled it
out of Tasha and let her down. She was so weak she couldn't stand, and slid
down to the floor, her ass plopping on the shower floor.
"Oh, Jean-Luc, that was marvelous," she said, smiling up at him.
"Correct, Lieutenant. I also enjoyed it very much. I hate to run -- oh,
how I do hate to run -- but duty calls."
He dressed and left as Tasha finished showering. She put on a t-shirt and
climbed in bed, dropping off to sleep almost immediately. Her sleep was
pleasant, unmarred by the nightmares of her home planet. She felt safe and
satisfied here.
- - - - - - - - - -
Back in Deanna's cabin, she and Riker were relaxing after a thorough
pussy-pounding. She felt like she had a gallon of cum up her hole. It wasn't
a very good orgasm, though. She couldn't compare it to the one she had
received with Beverly, because they were different somehow. She enjoyed them
both. She loved having a cock plunging in and out of her pussy, but there was
nothing like the gentle touch of a woman, particularly one as sensual as
Beverly Crusher.
She snuggled with Will for a few minutes, then he got up to leave. When
she got up from Beverly's bed, she was genuinely disappointed to leave the
warmth of Beverly's arms. She had somewhat the same feeling after fucking a
man, but the regret wasn't quite the same. She enjoyed holding and being held
by a strong man and waking up next to him, but she truly regretted leaving the
sexual company of a woman. He walked through the door, which swished open for
him.
"Just coincidence," she thought.
She was exhausted. Will was good for that filled feeling, and she enjoyed
spreading wide for him. She also looked forward to another visit to Tasha's
cabin. Maybe the two of them would drop in on Beverly just when she needed
it. She would enjoy that, she decided.
But she needed something else. Her mind flashed back to the bridge and
Wesley's hard-on. Her thoughts jelled and she made her plans. She went to
her closet and slipped on a see-through lace outfit and noticed in the mirror
that her cunt hair and tits were easily visible. Then she slipped into a robe
and left the cabin.
Just down the corridor was Wesley's cabin. She had used command voice
override to enter his mother's cabin, but since Wesley was already in his
cabin, she activated the visitor notifier.
"Come," said Wesley's voice from inside.
"If you only knew," Deanna thought to herself as the doors fwipped open
and she entered.
"Oh, hello, Counselor Troi," Wesley said, rising to his feet. "How may I
help you?"
"It concerns your mother, Wes. I don't know if you've noticed or not, but
she has really been on edge lately," Deanna replied, sitting in a chair as Wes
sat on the edge of his bed.
"Yeah, I don't know what the problem is," Wes said, shaking his head.
"Little liar," Deanna thought, but saying, "Perhaps we can find out."
Wes sat staring out the porthole, then glanced over at Deanna. Her robe
was open slightly, and he saw the gentle bulge of one of her tits. It wasn't
blatant, so he didn't think anything about it. Suddenly, Deanna leaned
forward and patted him on the leg.
"I'm sure it's nothing serious, Wes. Has she told you anything?"
She sat back and the robe opened a bit more. This time Wes was treated to
a view of her full cleavage. Wes was somewhat distracted by this and had a
hard time concentrating on what Deanna was saying.
"N-n-no, she hasn't said anything. Sometimes her temper is a bit short,
but she hasn't mentioned anything that might be bothering her."
Deanna stood to look out the porthole. They were quiet for a moment. She
turned to face him and he saw that the robe had drifted open a bit more. He
saw the top of her pubic region and got a flash of hair. His eyes widened and
his dick began hardening.
"Wes!" Deanna exclaimed. "You should know that you can't hide feelings
like that from me. . ."
"It's just that. . .I mean. . .well. . ." he stammered.
Deanna sighed and dropped the robe. She was naked except for a very
see-through outfit, and Wes was seeing everything. His dick was tenting the
crotch of his pajamas, and he adjusted it for comfort. She sat on the edge of
the bed next to him and kissed him deeply. She placed his hand on her tit and
he began squeezing and kneading it.
They became blind with lust. She reached into his pajamas and pulled out
his cock. He moaned, even though his mouth was filled with tit. She pushed
him back on the bed, stripped off the outfit, and straddled his waist.
Raising up, she positioned his cock at the opening of her cunt. Then she
lowered her ass down, letting the young boner slide up her wet tunnel.
She threw her head back and wailed as she fingered her clit and felt the
young stiff boner in her pussy. She was just seconds from an orgasm and
needed another fuck in the worst way. Riker's cock was great, but he had cum
too soon, almost as if he had fucked someone just a few minutes before
plunging into her. She had no idea that the "someone" was Wesley's ass. So
much for her fucking Trapezoid intuition. . .
[End of Part 3]
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