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[ASSM] Star Trek/The Sexed Generation (Sexual parody)
The following is a work of erotic fiction, and may involve sex with
minors. If you are under eighteen years of age, or have any qualms
toward viewing subject matter of this nature, please stop right here
and read no further. Otherwise, it is presented for your pleasure and
enjoyment, and any comments you may have will be welcome.
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Star Trek(R)is a trademark of Paramount Pictures registered in the
United States Patent and Trademark Office.
STAR TREK: THE SEXED GENERATION
By Garvin Gray
Aboard the Federation Starship, USS Enterprise, Captain's
quarters:
"Captain's log, stardate 24169.2," the Captain intones.
Jean Luc Picard sits casually at his desk. "The crew has not had
shore leave in nearly six months and the strain is beginning to show."
His right hand slides idly down. He begins slowly rubbing his crotch.
"If the crew doesn't get leave soon, something is going to
explode." Pause. "My balls!" Suddenly sitting up straight Picard
says, "Computer, belay that last reference."
"Do you mean the one to the captain's testicles?" the female
voice responds in its crisp, businesslike manner.
"Yes--yes. That's the one."
Just then there door chimes. "Come," says Picard, sitting up
very erect and straightening his tunic, while trying to ignore the
erection in his trousers.
In walks First Officer, Commander William Riker. "Something I
can do for you, Number One?" the captain asks. Riker's face brightens,
and his cock strives to come to attention as he stares at the Captain's
open mouth. Then he catches himself and covers his crotch with both
hands.
"Well," Riker swallows, "er...not exactly for me, Sir. I've
noticed that Chief O'Brien's wife has been acting strangely lately."
"Yes. Cute little Nip, isn't she?"
"That's just the trouble, Jean Luc. Every time I pass by her,
she grabs a hunk of my ass."
"Okay, Will, I'll take care of it. You just leave everything to
me." Tapping his communicator, Picard says, "Chief O'Brien to the
Captain's quarters." Riker exits.
Another chime of the door bell. "Come," says the Captain.
In walks O'Brien. "You sent for me, sir?"
"Yes. How are you?" asks the Captain casually.
"Fine, sir," O'Brien lies.
"How is that lovely wife of yours? Are you treating her well?"
"Oh yes, sir," O'Brien lies again.
"What I mean is--to put it bluntly--are you taking care of
her..ah...sexual needs?"
"Well...ah...no, Sir," O'Brien says sheepishly, casting his eyes
to the floor.
"Why not?" Picard raises his voice. "She appears to be a very
sexy little...er...desirable young woman." And desire is exactly what
the Captain is feeling at this moment.
"Well...ah...er...sir," O'Brien stammers. "That's true. It's
just that I've...er...lost interest in women, Captain."
Picard's eyes light up. "Well," he says in an official sounding
voice, "I suggest that you see Commander Riker with your problem.
Right now I have a pressing engagement. Er...why don't you send your
cute...er...efficient little spouse around to my quarters. Maybe I
can...ah...counsel her on the matter."
"Sure, Captain. I'll send her right along. You can even fuck
her for all I care."
Picard's eyes almost pop out of his head at O'Brien's words. He
swallows loudly as the chief exits.
A short time later there is a chime at the Captain's door.
"Come."
The door slides open revealing Lieutenant Keiko O'Brien.
"You wanted to see me, Captain?" There is something different in
Keiko's demeanor. Absent is her usual efficient manner. Instead, her
voice is very feminine--almost seductive--and there is a discernable
wiggle to her slim hips as she steps through the door.
"Ah, yes, Lieutenant." Captain Picard rises from his desk, moves
to Keiko's side and puts his arm around her shoulder. "It's come to my
attention that..." Picard's voice trails off as he guides the young
woman toward his bed. As he does, his arm slips lower and he grabs a
healthy helping of her firm buttock. Keiko looks at the Captain and
smiles.
The pair undress quickly and jump into bed. Keiko throws her
legs wide open, baring her hot pussy. Picard's dick is rock hard. He
shoves it into Keiko's hot cunt and begins thrusting his hips like a
wild animal.
Yes...yes...oh, yes." cries Keiko.
* * *
Meanwhile, Counselor Deanna Troi lies on her bed in a long,
flowing see-through nightgown. She is as horny as she is beautiful.
"I'm tired of having to use my vibrator every night," she says
angrily to herself aloud. Then her eyes light up as if she has just
had a bright idea. "I know where there is a big strong man, where I
can get some real cock." She jumps up and sweeps out the door.
Moments later there is a chime at Commander Riker's door. "Come
in."
Counselor Troi glides into the room, looking very sexy. She
sidles up to Riker.
"Will," she says seductively, rubbing her voluptuous body up
against him. Her deep breathing expands her already ample boobies even
further under his watchful gaze. She begins to undo his tunic. Riker
tries to resist, but it is futile. Soon he is down to his skivvies.
With a flourish, he whips them off, revealing his manhood.
Deanna looks astonished. Then she covers her mouth and begins to
laugh.
"What's so funny?" says Riker frowning.
Troi is nearly doubled-up with uncontrollable laughter. She
takes one hand from her mouth and points.
"What's that?" she cries, tears of laughter streaming from her
eyes. Riker looks down at his pencil-thin, three-inch hardon, unable
to comprehend the Counselor's behavior. "Oh, Will," she manages. "I
have to go. I just remembered that I have a date with my vibrator."
She turns and hurries out the door.
* * *
Meanwhile, Captain Picard and Keiko are beginning to rock and
roll. There is a chime at the door.
"Come," says the captain automatically, without thinking.
"Captain," cries Keiko in dismay. "We've just started. I'm not
ready to come just yet."
"Not you. There's someone at the door," says Picard flustered.
He rises and attempts to make himself presentable. Doctor
Beverly Crusher has entered his quarters and followed his voice to the
bedroom.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Jean Luc. I didn't know you were engaged."
"I'm not engaged. I was a moment ago, but I'm not just now."
"Well, it's not important," lies Beverly, her horny pussy almost
burning a hole in her pants. "I'll see you later...when you're not so
busy."
Crusher turns on her heel and departs. Picard looks after her
retreating figure, frowning in frustration, but not for long.
"Captain," Keiko coos.
He turns to see her legs spread wide, her hot, wet pussy
glistening invitingly.
"Engage," he shouts, and dives in, ramming his horny cock at warp
speed into Keiko's equally horny pussy. Moments later they have left
the galaxy.
* * *
Meanwhile, we have left Commander Riker standing with his mouth
open and his dinky dick hanging out. There is a chime at his door.
"Come in," he says absently lost in the task of trying to fathom
Counselor Troi's strange behavior. In walks Chief O'Brien. He stares
for a moment at the nude form of First Officer Riker.
"What am I going to do?" says Riker. "It happens every time I'm
about to score. When a chick gets a look at my dick, she practically
falls on the floor laughing, then runs the other way. Is there
something wrong with me?"
O'Brien suppresses a laugh of his own. "Well, Commander, you are
kind of small. But not to worry," he brightens. "I've got enough for
both of us." O'Brien proceeds to strip, unleashing a massive boner.
"Wow!" says Riker, eyes gleaming. "I just remembered. I don't
even like women." He reaches down, grasps O'Brien's huge member and
begins to stroke it, a big grin on his face.
* * *
Picard and Keiko have just finished dressing. "Thank you very
much for your help, Captain," she says sweetly.
"You're quite welcome, Lieutenant. Anything I can do to assist
my crew." Keiko exits and Picard slaps his communicator. "Doctor
Crusher, I'm free now if you'd still like to see me."
Crusher, who has been lying on her bed and has been frantically
and furiously finger-fucking herself, leaps from her bed.
"I'll be right there, Jean Luc."
Moments later she enters the captain's quarters.
"Jean Luc, I see that you are now disengaged."
"Ah yes, Beverly. Now what can I do for you?"
"The same thing that you did for Lieutenant O'Brien, if you've
got anything left, you horny bastard."
"Ah, yes. Shall we retire to the bedchamber?"
Crusher undresses and leaps onto the bed. She flings her legs up
and out. Picard undresses and dives in between her legs, burying his
face in her torrid cunt.
* * *
Meanwhile, Riker is bent over taking O'Brien's giant cock. It is
about eight inches long by two inches in diameter. Riker is moaning
with pleasure. Finally, O'Brien comes.
"Thanks," says Riker as O'Brien's cock slips from his well-used
ass.
"Oh, don't mention it, Sir. In the years I've been in Starfleet,
I've been fucked over so many times by officers. It's a pleasure to
finally be able to return the favor."
* * *
Meanwhile, Data is minding the bridge.
"Lieutenant Yar, I have noticed an odd phenomenon aboard the
Enterprise lately. The crew members have been spending an inordinate
amount of time in their quarters. Do you know of any reason for this
unusual behavior?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do, Data." Yar comes around to stand
beside him, swiveling her hips as she does. Yar always swivels her
hips when she walks. "Do you want to get it on?"
"Get what on, Lieutenant? I am already fully clothed."
"Well, we'll take care of that. I mean, do you want to fuck?"
"Oh, I see. I am frequently troubled by the human idiom. What
you mean to say is, 'Do you want to get your clothes off?'"
"Whatever you say," says Yar. "Let's do it." They undress--
Data methodically, Yar feverishly.
"Although I have no need of genital organs for the purpose of
procreation, my creator designed me to be anatomically correct in every
way. I have the exact facsimile of a human phallus with the ability to
tumesce at will. I therefore do believe that I have the capacity to
satisfy you sexually. I have also been programmed for stimulating
foreplay--"
Yar, who has been running her hands all over Data's naked body,
cuts him off.
"Fuck the foreplay. I was born stimulated. Just get your
android ass in gear and sock it to me."
She grabs him by the ass with both hands and falls back against
the railing. Data's technologically advanced dick homes in on her hot
pussy of it's own volition and begins churning her insides. Yar
thrusts hers ass wildly and moans loudly. The pair at the helm--one
male and one female--glance at each other, but say nothing.
* * *
Ten-forward is empty except for Worf and Guinan. Worf sits
nursing his drink, staring morosely into space. Lieutenant Worf, being
a Klingon, does everything morosely.
"So what say, Worf? Do you want to get it on?" asks Guinan.
Worf scowls. "Do you mean would I care to engage in a sexual
encounter?"
"Whatever. I just wanted to know if you wanted a good fuck."
Worf scowls.
"Klingon women are extremely aggressive sex partners. I've found
that the females of most other species are too delicate by nature to
engage in really stimulating sexual activity." Then he eyes Guinan
critically. Rising from his seat he says, "Yes, Guinan. I do believe
you could be a true test of sexual prowess."
Moments later they are both naked.
"Now that's what I call a cock," exclaims Guinan eyeing Worf's
foot-long tool. "I always wondered if what they said about Kingon men
was true."
Worf hoists her up on the bar and rams his massive Klingon prick
home into Guinan's hot cunt. They begin wailing away.
* * *
Meanwhile, back on the bridge.
"I'm sorry if you were not entirely satisfied," Data is saying.
"I thought I performed admirably. It was in accordance with the
function for which I have been programmed. Do you think my creator may
have made a miscalculation as to the requirements of the female
orgasm?"
"No, Data. It's not your fault. It's just that you are only
average size. I need something bigger."
"Ah, then I believe that the reason for your lack of erotic
satisfaction is that you have had so many sexual encounters that your
genital passage has been stretched beyond its limits." Yar throws him
an if-looks-could-kill glance. Data goes on unperturbed. "However, I
do believe that I have a solution to your problem. My memory banks
describe the ultimate in female sexual satisfaction as an animal known
as the Dick-Dick. And there is one aboard the Enterprise at this time.
It is the companion of the Cerrulian Ambassador."
"Hmm. Maybe she could be persuaded to share her companion."
Tasha Yar exits. She is passed by two crewmembers who relieve
the pair now on duty. They exit quickly, each with a hand on the
other's ass. Data opens his mouth to say something to the retreating
Yar, but she has already gone.
* * *
Meanwhile, the session in ten-forward is fast becoming a test of
strength and stamina, of skill and of will. Guinan throws her educated
ass this way and that, trying to throw Worf off his game plan, but Worf
holds fast like a mighty tick and just keeps feeding her more Klingon
dick. He varies the intensity and tempo of his pelvic thrusts, trying
to catch his partner in a misstep, but Guinan hangs in there matching
him stroke for stroke. They are both grunting and groaning loudly as
the contest heats up.
"Fuck me, you Klingon son-of-a-bitch...grunt. Make it come out
my...grunt...throat."
"That I cannot do...grunt...but if you will hold...grunt...still
...grunt...for a moment...I will accommodate you in another area."
Finally, Guinan tires. Worf senses her failing energy level. He
catches her coming when she should be going, and plunges the full
length of his massive rod up to his Klingon balls in Guinan's pussy.
She screams like a banshee and her body sprawls limply across the bar,
several inches of Worf's Klingon cannon protruding from her ass.
(end of part 1)
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+[ASSM] Star Trek/The Sexed Generation (Sexual parody)
(Second of two parts.
The following is a work of erotic fiction, and may involve sex with
minors. If you are under eighteen years of age, or have any qualms
toward viewing subject matter of this nature, please stop right here
and read no further. Otherwise, it is presented for your pleasure and
enjoyment, and any comments you may have will be welcome.
All rights reserved. Protected under copywrite laws of the USA.
Star Trek(R)is a trademark of Paramount Pictures registered in the
United States Patent and Trademark Office.
STAR TREK: THE SEXED GENERATION
By Garvin Gray
(Part 2 of 2)
Back in the captain's quarters, Picard has his face buried in
Doctor Crusher's red-haired box. A call comes over the communicator.
"Sir, the Ferrengi ambassador is due to arrive in five minutes."
"Ah, fuck," says Picard to Crusher's cunt.
"Jean Luc, you know I'm always ready," says Crusher sweetly to
the top of the captain's head.
"I'm tied up at the moment," Picard directs to the communicator.
"Have Commander Riker meet the ambassador and escort her to her
quarters. Tell her that I'll call on her as soon as I'm free."
"Captain, your voice sounds a bit odd--like you're eating. Did I
disturb you at your meal?" queries Data.
"Never mind, Data. Picard out."
The captain returns to eating out Crusher's hot cunt. He soon
has her going out of her mind. As she begins to orgasm, she squeezes
her legs tightly together, trying to engulf the cock that only seems to
be there. A wild cry escapes her lips.
* * *
Luxwanna Troi is visiting her daughter in Deanna's quarters. The
younger woman in speaking.
"You've been on this cruise for as long as we all have, Mother.
Why is it you don't seem to be bothered by a lack of sex?"
"Because I always carry my sex with me."
Deanna looks puzzled. Mr. Homm enters. "You called?" he says to
Luxwanna.
She gives Deanna a now-do-you-get-my-meaning look. "Not right
now. Maybe later," she says. He exits.
"But is that enough?" says Deanna. "I recall the time when you
and Aunt Fuxlotta took on a whole starship of Borgs. You must be
getting old."
"Don't talk to your mother like that. My pussy can still fuck
rings around any human female on this ship."
"And you often have," says Deanna drily.
* * *
Picard and Dr. Crusher, having completed their engagement, are
getting dressed.
"Beverly, you gave me a turn. For a moment, I thought you were
going to crack my skull like an egg."
"Wrong story, Jean Luc. It's that shrimpy Belgian sleuth that
has a head shaped like an egg. Yours is more like a-- Hmm, if my
pussy were just a little bigger."
"Quite so. At any rate you are aptly named...Crusher."
Just then there is a call over the intercom.
"Doctor Crusher to the infirmary. Emergency!"
Crusher kisses Picard atop his bald head and exits hurriedly.
There is a chime at the door. Captain Picard has yet another
visitor. It is Ensign Ro.
"I can tell by the look on your face that you have a bug up your
ass--as usual. So what is it, Ensign?" he says.
"For the past several days there has been an outrageous display
of rampant sexual activity among the crew," Ro complains. "Officers
and enlisted personal are coupling shamelessly in the passageways all
over the ship."
"The trouble with you, Ensign, is that you have never had a real
good fuck. And I have just the man for the job. Report to
engineering."
"Yes, sir," replies Ro dutifully, then turns and leaves.
Picard taps his communicator. "Mr. La Forge. I'm sending you
Ensign Ro. She needs a good...ah...overhaul, if you get my meaning."
Geordi whistles softly. "Ensign Ro. That's a tall order,
Captain. I'll have to--"
"Make it so."
"Yes, Captain, I'll see what I can do."
Just then Ro appears in the engineering department.
"Ensign Ro reporting for duty."
"There's a short in the wiring leading to the matter/anti-matter
containment field, Ensign."
"Commander La Forge, is that possible?"
"Ensign, when you've been with us long enough, you'll come to
realize that anything is possible on this program. We'll have to
access the problem through this crawlspace. We'll both have to strip."
"Strip? You mean get naked? But, Commander, why in space for."
"Ah...er." Geordi struggles for a reason. "Because," he says
with sudden brightness, "the area must be kept dust free. The
slightest bit of dust or lint from our clothing may contaminate the
delicate circuitry."
At Geordi's explanation, Ensign Ro frowns but begins to remove
her uniform. Finally, she stands there completely nude. Geordi has
removed his tunic. Suddenly enrapt by Ro's naked body, her well-
proportioned tits and black pubic hair contrasted against her stark
white belly and thighs, he stops and gawks at her, his rod making a
noticeable bulge in his trousers.
Ro eyes Geordi's hardon with disapproval, but ignores it in the
face of duty.
"Commander La Forge," she says. "Are you coming?"
"Not yet, Ensign. Not quite yet. But soon I think," says Geordi
dreamily. Then, "Oh. Yes, of course. Go right ahead, Ensign. I'll
be right behind you."
"That's what I'm afraid of," says Ro, still eyeing the bulge in
Geordi's crotch warily.
Nevertheless, she enters the crawlspace. As she does, her ass
bobs within inches of Geordi's sightless eyes, her pussy lips displayed
provocatively. Geordi licks his lips and follows her in. They move
through the narrow passage on hands and knees, Geordi pursuing Ro's
sexy ass and poontang like a hound dog after a fox.
"Ensign Ro," Geordi cries suddenly. "I have a feeling that the
core has been breached."
"Yes, I feel it too," responds Ro, as Geordi's massive black
boner rips through her hymen. "You do have a big cock. Don't you,
Commander La Forge?"
"No, not you. The matter/anti-matter core of the Enterprise.
We're in serious danger. I'll have to go back."
"You do and you'll be in serious danger all right. This whole
ship can go to hell for all I care, but you're not going anywhere until
you finish what you've started."
Ro begins to thrust her yearning pussy back along the invading
shaft.
La Forge pauses, as if trying to make a decision. "What the
hell," he says, grabbing Ro's hips and plunging his huge cock the rest
of the way into her hot cunt. "What's one spaceship more or less
versus a luscious piece of virgin ass?"
Ro howls like a she wolf and begins humping her butt like a bitch
in heat as she feels Geordi's massive hog ramming her virgin cunthole.
* * *
We move to the infirmary, where Dr. Crusher is administering to
Guinan. The mixologist is lying on an operating table with her cunt
clamped wide open. Dr. Crusher reaches inside with a suturing
instrument, applying the finishing touches. In a matter of seconds the
job is completed.
"Now you're as good as new," the doctor says. "It's a good
thing your pussy is so big. It made the suturing a lot easier."
"Save the wisecracks, Doctor," says Guinan. "Just let me get
hold of that son-of-a-bitch, Worf. I'll have his Klingon dick for
lunch."
* * *
Meanwhile, Luxwanna has taken advantage of Dr. Crusher's absence
from her quarters.
"I know just how a young man like you must feel," she is saying
to Wesley, seated on the couch next to him. "I can almost read your
mind."
"But Betazoids can only sense feelings, Mrs. Troi," returns
Wesley. "They can't really read minds," he adds doubtfully.
"I can read yours, Wesley. And call me Luxwanna. For instance,
I know that you are frustrated because none of the females on this ship
in your age bracket is a match for a highly intelligent boy like you.
You require a more mature woman for your needs." Luxwanna moves up
close and begins to undo his tunic.
Wesley starts perspiring and breathing heavily. Luxwanna detects
the stirrings of arousal emanating from the boy. That and the obvious
bulge in his lap is all she needs. She pushes him back on the couch
and tears of the remainder of his clothing feverishly as he lies there
wide-eyed and panting. Then she stands and flicks a button near her
shoulder. The diaphanous affair she is wearing falls from her slim
frame to lie in a heap at her feet. She is wearing nothing else.
They are both now entirely naked except for Wesley's socks. He
is lying there with a man sized hardon sticking up from his belly. The
Betazoid female straddles his hips and lowers her wet box down onto the
young man's upthrust pole.
"Let's fuck," she cries.
"Yes, ma'am," gulps Wesley as the older woman begins to ride his
rod like a pogo stick.
* * *
Meanwhile, Captain Picard has met with the Ferrengi ambassador in
her quarters. His insatiable prick is rock hard once more.
"There is a scent of something in the air," the ambassador is
saying. She eyes the Captain, a grin spreading over her face. "Why,
Captain. You dirty old man, you," she teases.
"Really, Ambassador, I'm not that old."
They become locked in a passionate embrace. The Ferrengi begins
to undress Picard, stripping him bare and exposing his throbbing cock
within seconds. Panting, he reaches between her legs, feeling for her
crotch.
"What are you looking for, Captain," she asks sweetly.
"I'm searching for you cunt," Picard answers, groping futilely,
but not finding that for which he is searching.
"What do you think I am--human?"
"Then wha--?"
"In here." The Ferrengi points to the side of her large head.
"You put it in my ear."
* * *
Back in Engineering, Geordi and Ensign Ro, fresh from the
aftermath of their fuck session, are making last minute adjustments to
their redonned uniforms.
"Well, Commander La Forge, the Enterprise seems to have survived
the ordeal," says Ro.
"Yes, Ensign, it did at that."
"Be sure and call me the next time you have another emergency."
"You know the Enterprise, Ensign," says Geordi smiling brightly.
"It's always one emergency after another."
"I know that, Commander. That's what I'm counting on," Ro says
with a coquettish grin. She turns and walks away, swinging her ass as
she departs.
* * *
Meanwhile, we find Crusher and Troi in Counselor Troi's quarters,
engaged in a discussion of sex toys.
"And what model do you prefer, Deanna," Crusher asks.
"The Pulsating Penis," says Troi.
"A good choice. Superior thrusting action. Although the straps
make me a bit uncomfortable. I always feel like I'm wearing a man's
jock strap with the Pulsating P. I prefer the Phabulous Phallus. It's
built into the crotch of heavy panties. You put it on as easy as
putting on your own drawers. But any one of them is better than most
of the guys on this ship."
"Yes. None of those cock-suckers knows how to treat a woman,"
agrees Troi.
"It seems that only a woman really knows what a woman wants."
Troi's eyes light up.
"Yes, Beverly," she says slowly and softly. "And being a
Betazoid, I especially know what some women want."
Just then Tasha Yar enters, a big, euphoric smile on her face.
"What do you think, Tasha?" says Troi.
"Huh?" Yar's face screws up in a puzzled frown.
"We're comparing the merits of mechanical cocks. Troi likes the
Pulsating P. I prefer the Phabulous phallus." says Crusher.
"They're both all right, but for heavy duty action you can't beat
Fuck-Me-Forever. The heavy straps can be a nuisance but, once you've
got that mechanical cock in your horny cunt, you can just turn it on
and let it pound away at your pussy to your heart's content. It just
keeps going...and going...and going..."
"What size do you use?" says Troi.
"The biggest one they make of course," says Yar, thrusting out
her hip. "But I found something even better." Both women's eyes light
up.
"What is it?" says Crusher.
"Yes, tell us," says Troi.
"It's a Dick-Dick."
"You mean one of those cute little things from Earth that look
like deer with tiny little horns?" asks Troi.
"No, that's a Dik-Dik."
Troi frowns. She doesn't see the difference.
"I'm talking about a Cerrulian Dick-Dick," Yar continues. "It
doesn't have any horns. It has a long, perfectly smooth head. Sort of
like a giant cucumber on four legs."
"Oooo," chorus the other two women.
"And just where do we find this Dick-Dick?" says Troi. Now she
sees the difference.
"It'll be along with the Cerrulian Ambassador any minute. Why
don't we warm up our pussies?"
"Yes, let's do," says Troi.
"Of course," says Crusher. They all start to undress.
* * *
Back in the Crushers' quarters, Luxwanna and Wesley have finished
their fuck. Luxwanna has introduced her young partner to cunt sucking,
and he is deeply engaged in her Betazoid pussy. Wesley raises his
head, a wrinkled frown on his face from tasting his own cum, then dives
back down for more.
* * *
We return to Counselor Troi's quarters where Deanna, Beverly and
Tasha Yar are in total naked loveliness, their three voluptuous bodies
entwined together. They are kissing and fondling each others tits and
pussies, sighing and moaning. There is a knock at the door. The trio
of horny, oversexed females rise and try to appear presentable.
"Who is it?" asks Troi.
"The Cerrulian Ambassador," returns a voice. The ambassador
enters leading the Dick-Dick.
"Here it is, girls. Did I lie?" cries Yar.
"Not one bit," says Crusher.
"And it's stamina is unbelievable," says Yar.
"It's enormous," cries Troi. "I'm not sure if I can take it."
"Neither am I," adds Crusher.
Troi gives her a narrow look. "Beverly," she says, mild
chastisement in her voice. "Come on. You're among friends. We all
know you have a pussy the size of a wormhole."
"Wel-l-l," says Beverly.
"Anyway, we all know who has the biggest," says Yar boastfully,
thrusting her hip out as if to punctuate her statement.
"Don't let my mother hear you say that," says Troi.
"Well, shall we get on with it?" says the Cerrulian Ambassador.
The three shipmates look at the newcomer.
"You didn't tell us that the Cerrulian Ambassador was a man,"
says Troi. "I'm not sure I want to go through with this with a man in
the room."
"Yes," says Beverly. "And what use would a man have for a pet of
the...ah...er...qualities you've described?"
"You have yours your way, and I'll have mine my way," lisps the
ambassador with a flick of a limp wrist.
"Ah," says Troi.
"Ah," echos Crusher.
"Now who wants to be first?" sings the ambassador gaily.
"Me."
"No, me."
"No, me first."
* * *
"That's what I love so much about young boys," says Luxwanna,
stroking Wesley's rejuvenated hardon. "They can get it up so easily at
that age." She bends down and places the tip of his cockhead to her
lips. "Ahh," she says and engulfs his tender young meat.
* * *
Sometime later, back in Counselor Troi's quarters, we find the
three females stretched out on their backs at various places around the
room. Their legs are spread and their cunts are splayed jauntily. All
three have dreamy expressions on their smiling faces. The Cerrulian
ambassador is draped over an easy chair, his well-used butt still
sticking high in the air. The Dick-Dick is cuddled up in a corner,
sleeping peacefully.
* * *
The bridge is empty save for Captain Picard and the two helmsmen,
one male and one female. The pair have stripped off their clothes and
are totally naked, lying on the deck in front of Picard and fucking
each other's brains out. The Captain appears to be oblivious to their
unmilitary behavior. He is humming to himself as the Enterprise
careens through space at warp speed.
"In the ear. Put it in the ear," he is saying quietly to himself
as the scene fades and the theme music swells.
--THE END--
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