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Star Trek: The Next Fornication 5/6
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.
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.
- - - - - - - - - -
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.
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.
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 1290 -- 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.
[End of Part 5]
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