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Star Trek: The Next Fornication 4/6
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Wes looked up at her in awe. Her pussy was wrapped around his dick, and
it was miles beyond the feeling he got from Tasha's blowjob, and he thought
that the blowjob was as good as it could get. He thought Deanna looked very
excited, because her nipples were stiff. He reached up and tweaked them, and
Deanna yelped in pleasure. Wes had just about brought her off when he pinched
the nipples of the horny woman's heaving tits.
His cock surged into her cunt and he began squirting. Deanna sensed it
and tightened her cunt muscles. She massaged his dick with her pussy, coaxing
load after load of cum from his balls. They both came for several minutes,
then Deanna gently lay down next to him and kissed him. She was impressed and
surprised that they both reached an orgasm so quickly.
"That was very nice, Wesley," she said.
"Thanks, but it was my first time. I don't really know what I'm doing."
"I'm sure you'll learn. And I know just who you should practice with --
someone who would enjoy fucking you. . ."
Wesley looked at her anxiously and with great interest. He imagined that
she would be the volunteer to train him. Or Tasha.
"Your mother."
"Mom?!" Wes gulped.
"Yes. Beverly is a very horny woman, but she is afraid of men. You could
be the man to dissolve her male-oriented anxiety."
"But fucking my own mom! I mean. . ." he protested.
"I don't think you're as opposed to the idea as you would have me
believe."
She grinned and pointed to his crotch. His hard-on was raging at the
thought of slipping up his mother's hot red-haired pussy. He blushed and
tried to hide his boner.
"You shouldn't be ashamed of your prick, Wesley. And you shouldn't be
afraid of reacting that way toward sticking it into your mother. There are
many species which reproduce by fucking related beings."
"Yes, but they're not humanoid," Wes protested.
His protests weren't vigorous, and they soon died down as Deanna slid down
and engulfed his boner in her moist mouth. Her talented lips worked wonders
on his sore, throbbing penis.
"Two blowjobs, a fuck, and an assfuck in one evening. And I jacked off
twice, too," he muttered.
"Mmmmmmmm, you jacked off? But Wesley!" she said, reading his thoughts.
"You were spying on your mother while she was naked! You jacked off over her
body!"
"I guess you're right. It gives me something to think about, anyway,"
he said.
"And here's something else to think about," Deanna said as she swallowed
his dick.
She was soon rewarded with a spurt of warm, sticky cum. It flooded her
mouth, and she was surprised at the amount, considering how many times his
balls had erupted already that evening. She swallowed and licked her lips.
She stood, donned her lace outfit, then slipped into the robe. She tied the
sash and headed for the door, but first she paused and rubbed her fingers
through Wes's hair.
"That was very nice, Wesley. I hope we get the chance to do it again.
Tasha told me what she did in the turbolift, and I think you would really
enjoy the attention of two women at once. Tasha and I enjoy pleasing each
other."
Wes blushed, mainly with pride, but also with embarassment at finding out
the lesbian relationship between Deanna and Tasha and that Tasha had mentioned
to Deanna that she had blown him in the turbolift. But it was exciting
thinking about being close up to two women who were licking each other. If
Deanna was serious about the offer, he might even get to fuck both of them.
He liked Deanna's humid pussy, and he closed his eyes, fantasizing about
Tasha's cunt. He wondered if it was loose and hairy or tight with little or
no hair. He never suspected that Deanna had already fucked his mother, and she
wasn't going to mention it. . .just yet.
Then his thoughts went back to his mom's cunt. Now that he had fucked a
pussy, he could fantasize about it easier, and he imagined his mom's cunt
sucking on his boner, taking him all the way in as she spread her thighs wide,
urging him to fuck her hard. He found his hand stroking his boner again, and
speeded up. Seconds later, with the thought of Beverly's pussy filling his
mind, he squirted and squirted. He couldn't possibly imagine that his balls
would have this much cum in them after shooting so much this evening. But
finally his hand dropped to his side and he fell asleep, exhausted.
- - - - - - - - - -
The following shift, Beverly entered the turbolift. Tasha and Deanna were
already on it. Beverly avoided their eyes. She wasn't exactly ashamed of the
lesbian fuck she and Deanna had the night before, but she didn't want to bring
it up, either. The door opened onto the bridge and as she exited with the two
women, Beverly could have sworn one of them pinched her ass lightly. She
blushed and moved to her station.
"Chief Medical Officer's report, captain," Beverly said, presenting
herself to Picard.
"Proceed, doctor," he replied.
"I repaired damage to Chief O'Brien's hand. That was the only incident
which was reported to Sickbay."
"But it wasn't the only thing fixed," Deanna thought to herself. "We took
care of your horny pussy as well."
The turbolift doors swished open, and Riker sashayed onto the bridge.
"Just coincidence," thought the entire bridge crew in the same instant.
Seconds later the doors fwipped open, disgorging Worf, Wesley, and Geordi.
They all took their positions, and the previous shift left. Picard looked
over some reports, and the other members reviewed the reports for their
stations. Wesley turned and smiled at Deanna and his mother. Deanna winked at
him, but Beverly just gave him a motherly smile. She was aware that he was
interested in the female form, but didn't realize that he had fucked the sexy
woman sitting next to her.
Wes was glad for the console which covered his lap. From out of the
corner of his eye he could see Deanna sitting. She was wearing slacks, but
her legs were suggestively spread, and she was secretly rubbing her pussy,
though she was positioned so that he was the only one who could see her.
Wes wasn't the only one receiving this type of overt sexual action.
Beverly kept glancing at Tasha, and the blonde would make kissy lips and
suggestive tongue gestures. It was turning Beverly on, but she didn't want to
admit it, even to herself.
"Report, Number One," Picard said.
"Supernova in sector 186, quadrant two; black hole in sector 1035-A,
quadrant two. Romulan weapons test on Romulan side of the neutral zone,
sector 4, quadrant 3."
"I meant the other Number One, MRS. RODDENBERRY," Picard snorted at the
computer. "You haven't been Number One for many years."
"Sorry," clicked the computer.
"Now, report. . .Number One."
"Supernova in sector 186, quadrant two; black hole in sector 1035-A,
quadrant two. Romulan weapons test on Romulan side of the neutral zone,
sector 4, quadrant 3."
"Sigh," Picard sighed.
"You see what happens when you fuck a Vulcan, sir," LaForge quipped.
"Who was the brain that gave our computer HER voice?" Worf snorted.
"Shall I set auto-destruct, sir?" asked Yar, eager to destroy something.
"If you want to blow up something, come blow THIS," Wesley muttered under
his breath and chuckled at his own joke until he saw his mother glaring at
him.
They continued on course. It was a dark and stormy night. A planet
appeared on the screen. The lights went out. A woman screamed. A dog sat on
top of a doghouse, typing on a typewriter and producing a terrible screenplay.
"What the damn fucking shit hell was that?" cursed Riker gratuitously.
"ACTING!" said Q, appearing in a flash, dressed as Jon Lovitz.
"Oh, no. Not you, Q," said Picard with a sigh.
"Oh yes, Jean-Luc! It is I!" remarked Q with a flourish.
"Q, get off my bridge. We're very busy," Picard replied.
"Doing what?"
Silence.
"Well, Jean-Luc?"
More silence.
"Oh, come now, Jean-Luc. You're not even on a mission. Surely it is time
for some levity to break the tedium. Oh, I know. . ." Q said, waving his
hand.
And the clothes came off Deanna, Tasha, and Beverly. Everyone was
shocked, but a massive ripping sound was heard as 18 boners ripped through
restraining Velcro in one simultaneous salute to the lovely women. Hurriedly,
but not panicking, the women covered their tits and pussies with their arms
and backed toward the turbolift.
"Oh, tut-tut, ladies," Q said as the turbolift doors fwipped open.
"Can't we have a little fun?"
"Q!" Picard said.
"Oh, very well, Jean Luc," Q muttered, and waved his hand.
Instantly the three women were back in their uniforms. Almost. As they
walked back to their positions, it became clear that the seat was cut out of
their pants, revealing three lovely asses. Throats were dry, and eyes were
staring and glazed at the beautiful cheeks protruding from the pants.
"Q!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Picard roared, as the women felt the breeze, the
gazes, and heard the snickers and low whistles.
Quickly the women started to cover up, but the tricky Q flashed them into
new pants. They blushed deeply, but wouldn't give Q the satisfaction of
letting their anger at him boil over.
"Pants back in a flash for the flashers," Q grinned. "Nice asses,
ladies!"
"Speaking of asses, up yours," Tasha said in a low voice.
"Tut-tut, Lieutenant Yar. The way you waggle your behind around when
you're wearing pants leads me to believe you want to waggle it around without
pants," Q said, and waggled a finger and made a tch-tch sound at her.
Unnoticed, Worf sneaked up behind Q and rendered him unconscious with a
neck pinch. Q collapsed to the floor, unconscious, partly from the nerve
pinch, but mainly from surprise that a Klingon would know a Vulcan pinch.
"Quick, help me get him to security," Tasha said.
Worf, Deanna, and Beverly helped Tasha lift the limp body, and they took
him to the brig. After Worf left, Tasha set the energy screen for her voice
override, and the three women went into the cell. Tasha pulled Q's clothes
off.
"Tasha, what are you doing?" Beverly exclaimed.
"Deanna, activate the log recorder, please," Tasha said, ignoring
Beverly's panic.
Deanna smiled at Tasha's plan.
"Don't worry, Doctor Beverly, I think I know what she has in mind," Deanna
said, patting Beverly on the ass.
Tasha began licking and sucking Q's cock, and even though he was out cold,
it began rising. The women snickered when it rose to its full height of four
inches. Tasha went down deep on it. Then she stood up and stripped. Then,
straddling Q's waist, she inserted the cock into her cunt and began humping
it.
"You see, Beverly," Tasha grunted and wheezed, "we will have this visual
record with which to blackmail Q. Maybe that will make him leave us alone."
Beverly was aghast. She was horrified, yet turned on immensely. She
unconsciously reached inside her slacks and pressed a finger against her
engorged clit. Deanna reached over and stopped her.
"Hang on to that idea for a few minutes, dear Beverly," Deanna said,
looking into her eyes.
The women looked at Tasha and Q, then saw Q flex. They knew he was
squirting into Tasha's pussy, even though it had only been about twenty
seconds.
"Some omnipotence he's got there," Tasha snorted, then laughed.
Tasha got off Q and dressed. The women took Beverly by the hands and led
her out of the cell. Tasha closed the force field and they led her to Tasha's
cabin. Beverly's mind was reeling. They stripped her down to her panties,
then each of them took one of the doctor's tits and began sucking. They
stripped, pausing only long enough to pull their tunics over their heads.
"Mmmmmmmm," Beverly moaned, turned on in spite of her embarassment.
Then she lost all track of her conscious movement. The next hours were a
blur of tits, cunts, clits, dildos, fingers, and tongues. They kissed,
licked, poked, prodded, sucked, touched, caressed. . .
She dimly saw, through her fuck lust, Deanna and Troi laying back on the
bed, fondling each other's tits and deeply kissing as she alternated between
their sweet pussies. As she licked, she gently pushed a dildo into each of
them. They went around and around in this manner, each woman taking a turn at
licking and using the dildos while the other two kissed and fondled.
Beverly lost count at twenty orgasms. She was certain that Deanna had had
just as many, but Tasha seemed to cum every thirty seconds. Tasha had a hot
cunt and a hot mouth. Beverly would be shocked if she knew that the same
mouth which was now lapping furiously at her pussy had also sucked her son's
cock. She would be even more surprised to know that she herself was sucking
the very cunt which took her son's virginity. She was fucking the same women
who had given her son his first sexual experience with a female.
[End of Part 4]
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