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From: "Stephen Gray" <sgray113@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Voyages of the USS Intercourse 06 {S Gray} (MF mc reluc preg)
Date: Sat, 21 Sep 2002 07:10:05 -0400
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Chapter Six:  Epidemic

 Commander Timothy Dawson sat up in his bed and yawned as he stretched his
arms.  "Computer, what is our ETA to the Enron system?" he asked, rubbing
his eyes.

 "Working," replied the monotone female voice.  There was a brief pause
before the answer came.  "Ninety-six point two hours."

 Dawson dropped his hands from his eyes and frowned.  "That can't be right."

 The computer's reply was delayed, as if it wasn't quite sure how to respond
to a human who had the audacity to challenge its calculations.  It decided
to prove Dawson wrong by spouting off data.  "Current distance to Enron
system is two hundred and twelve point five three light years..."

 "That's impossible," said Dawson, causing the computer's multi-colored
lights to blink furiously.  "That would mean we were still in orbit around
Faslekh."

 "That is correct."

 Dawson got up and tapped a button on his terminal.  "Dawson to Bridge."

 The sound of female giggling came through the terminal's speakers.

 "Dawson to Bridge," he repeated.  "Come in please."

 "Oh...hi, Commander."  It was a woman's voice, low and sultry.  Dawson
couldn't place it at first.

 "Who is this?"

 "It's...Amanda," she said, breathing heavily.  "What...*ungh*...what can I
do for you?"

 "Amanda?"  It certainly didn't sound like the stern science officer's usual
voice.  "Why haven't we left orbit?"

 "Ooooh...*ungh*...well, I'm about to..."

 "What's going on up there?  Where's the captain?"

 "The captain?  *ungh*  He's...uh...he's not here.  I think he...ohhhh...I
think he went off somewhere with...*ungh*...that girl, Stacey..."

 "Well who's in charge up there?" shouted Dawson.

 "I guess I am," said Amanda.  "Or at least...oooohh...I'm on top right
now."  She giggled.

 "What do you...oh, never mind.  Let me talk to Mr. Harden."

 She giggled again.  "Um, I don't think he's...*ungh*...able to talk right
now."

 "Why not?  Where is he?"

 "I'm sitting on him...*ungh*...sitting on his cock, anyway."  She grunted
again, evidently enjoying herself.

 "What?!"

 "Yeah, he's got a nice one...oooohh...big and hard and...*ungh*...so full
of cum.  It just keeps...bursting..."  A loud male groan came through the
speaker, accompanied by Amanda's laughter.  "There he goes again!  I swear
he pumps more and more cream with every orgasm.  What was that, seven?"

 "Amanda, you're relieved."  He grimaced at his choice of words.  "Let me
talk to someone else."

 "Who do you want to talk to, Commander?  Everyone is having sex."  There
was a brief pause.  "You should be having sex, too.  Why don't you come up
here and..."

 Dawson punched a button, terminating the conversation.  He sat there for a
moment, a scowl on his face.  What was going on up there?  How could Amanda,
who usually acted colder than a Vulcan, be screwing the helmsman right in
the middle of the bridge?  It was impossible...someone must be playing a
joke on him.

 But when he entered a command to bring up the bridge camera, he realized
that this was no joke.  There was Amanda, completely naked, lifting herself
off of Mr. Harden's glistening penis.  She left him sitting there in the
captain's chair, with a dazed and vacant look on his face.  All over the
bridge, men and women were busily fucking each other, their bodies writhing
together in erotic repetition.  It was alarming to him - and yet he felt his
own cock growing hard as he watched the orgy unfold.

 At one point, the bridge doors opened to admit a male technician.  The man
stopped in his tracks when he saw what was happening, and he gaped in
surprise as Amanda strolled toward him.  She looked magnificent without her
clothes on, and the technician couldn't help but stare at her gorgeous
breasts.  She whispered something into his ear and smiled at him.  It took
only seconds for the man to drop his toolkit and grab hold of her plump
mammaries.  Then he was sucking her, ardently kissing her nipples while his
hands slid down to explore the lower half of her body.  A moment later, he
was hurriedly taking his clothes off - and a moment after that, he was
shoving his dick in and out of Amanda's pussy, just another participant in
the lustful madness that had seized the bridge.

 "Dawson to Fallick.  Come in, please."  He waited for a response from the
chief of security, but none came.  "Computer, get me Chief Fallick's
location.  On screen."

 It seemed that Fallick had fallen, too.  He and a handful of security
guards were standing naked in the transporter room, holding a trio of women
at gunpoint with their phasers.  The women were in the process of slowly
undressing, reluctantly removing even their bras and panties until their
bodies were completely exposed.  Then the three women dissolved in a haze of
static, and vanished.  Fallick and his men went back out into the corridor,
probably in search of more females.

 "Why are they beaming women down to the planet?" murmured Dawson, frowning.
"What the hell is going on?"  He chewed on his fingernail for a moment.
"Computer, what percentage of the crew is not wearing any clothing?"

 "Working," said the computer, without bothering to question such a bizarre
inquiry.  "Eighty-two point three percent."

 "Show me the captain's current position."

 The captain was lying on his back in an elevator shaft, while a naked
blonde girl bounced up and down on his dick.

 Dawson shook his head.  "Show me sick bay."  The screen came up, and he
breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a woman in a white medical coat,
carefully examining some computer readouts.  "Dawson to Doctor Gina."

 The woman tapped her console.  "Vicki here.  What is it, Tim?"

 "Vicki, something strange is going on.  The whole crew..."

 "Yeah, I know," she said wearily.  "I'm trying to figure out a cure."

 "Any luck?"

 She shook her head.  "Not yet.  I've managed to capture one of the infected
women, though.  I just need time to run some tests.  Can you get down here?"

 "I'll try my best," said Dawson.

 "Tim...be careful.  Whatever this is, it's highly contagious.  Don't let
them..."

 Dawson smiled.  "Don't worry about me, Vicki.  Just keep your door locked,
and don't open it for anyone except me.  I'll be there as soon as I can."

 * * * * * * * * * *

 The doors opened, and Dawson peered out into the corridor.  Seeing no one,
he cautiously moved out into the hall.  He needed a phaser, and the nearest
armory station was two decks below.  He would have to chance the turbolift.

 As he approached an intersection, he heard a female voice.  "Stop it!  Let
go of me!"  He peeked around the corner and saw that a group of naked men
had trapped a young woman between them.  While two of them grabbed her arms,
another kneeled in front of her, his head at the level of her crotch.  He
had just managed to force her legs apart, and it was clear that he was about
to make a meal out of her.

 "Don't you dare!" she growled, but the man's face leaned forward and buried
itself in her furry groin.  Although Dawson couldn't see his tongue, he knew
that the young woman was getting her pussy licked.  He tried to think of a
way to help her, but he knew that he was hopelessly outnumbered.  He could
only watch as the girl struggled defiantly, helpless to prevent the wet
tongue from slithering against her sensitive slit.

 Her angry shouts soon turned to frantic pleading.  "Please...don't do
this...I can't...I have a...ooooohh...I have a boyfriend..."  She might as
well have been talking to herself.  The man kneeling in front of her simply
grabbed the backs of her thighs and pulled them further open as his tongue
began to scoop through her moist labia.  He wasn't going to stop eating her
until she came -- and the girl eventually seemed to realize this, because
her protests grew more and more feeble as she gradually succumbed to the wet
stimulation of her sex.  Soon she was just standing there, silently allowing
her pussy to be licked and sucked by these lustful, predatory men.

 Dawson realized that his own cock had grown quite stiff, as had the cocks
of the other men who stood nearby, eagerly watching the young girl's forced
seduction.  A few of them began to stroke their erections when she tilted
her head back and started to moan.  Her soft, feminine cries filled the
corridor, accompanied by the rhythm of urgent masturbation.  Her moans
slowly grew louder and more desperate as the pussy licking ensued, and soon
there was no need for the men to pin her arms anymore.  She had reached the
point where she craved an orgasm, and she wasn't going anywhere until she
had one.  She made no protests as they lowered her to the floor and began to
massage her naked body.  All she seemed to care about was the mouth between
her thighs, furtively swirling and digging into her wet snatch while she
gasped and groaned.

 Dawson assumed that they found her clit, because she suddenly began to
writhe and buck her hips.  The young man grabbed hold of her thighs and kept
preying upon her stiff little rosebud until she finally let out a long,
animalistic groan.  Her climax lasted for quite some time, spurred and
sustained by the continuous manipulation of her oozing pussy.  At last she
couldn't take any more, and the man removed his cum-covered face from her
crotch.  He nodded to the other men, who crouched down at the girl's side,
vigorously stroking their dicks while staring at her sexy young body.  One
of them leaned over her head, nudging his swollen cock head against her lips
and groaning as he pumped warm semen into her mouth.  The girl was too
delirious to protest, and she simply drank his cum as he squirted it into
her.  She seemed to enjoy the taste, and smiled when the next penis
approached her lips.  This time she accepted it into her mouth, happily
sucking on the stiff cock as it swelled and pulsed with thick, sticky cream.
She was getting more and more horny with every swallow, and by the time the
third cock finished pumping its load into her mouth, she glanced around at
the naked men with unabashed hunger.  "Okay, now who wants to fuck me?" she
asked, spreading her legs wide open.

 There were several volunteers - and Dawson was half-tempted to be one of
them.  But as he watched a meaty phallus slide into the young woman's groin,
he knew that he was watching the spread of a contagious plague.  These men
had caught it, and now they were passing it on to this poor girl, who
squealed with delight as the cock sank deep into her horny little twat.
They were feeding her with lust - a depraved, insatiable lust that would
utterly consume her.

 It was terrible to watch - and yet, why was his cock so stiff?  Why did he
find it exciting, seeing this innocent young woman squirm and moan as the
thick penis surged inside her?  These men were monsters; they crowded around
the girl, sucking her breasts and kissing her body as if to devour it.  It
was clear that they wanted to get her hot enough to come - but why?  Why not
just fuck her and get it over with?  But no, they kept rubbing her legs,
stroking her belly, kissing her mouth, doing everything they could to push
her toward a second orgasm.

 And it was working.  She moaned and whimpered as they played with her naked
body, and Dawson knew it wouldn't be long before her mind gave way to
ecstasy.  He could hear her being fucked - a rhythmic wet slapping sound, as
the cock repeatedly drilled her drooling pussy.  Faster, harder, he just
kept rocking his hips, thrusting his thick tool into her sweet sex flesh,
over and over and over again, while her moans grew steadily louder.

 Then she screamed - a short, high-pitched wail that announced her surrender
to these men, to the cock that had done this to her.  Her beautiful body
quivered a few times, and then her head fell back, her eyelids closed, and a
satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

 "Did you enjoy the show?" came a female voice from behind him.

 Dawson's heart went cold.  He glanced behind him, and his gaze fell upon a
pair of bulging blue breasts.  He knew only one woman on board who had blue
skin, and a glance at her face confirmed that it was Lieutenant Pamela
Stakt, the beautiful Andorian communications officer.  He suspected that
many of the male crew members wondered what she would look like without her
clothes, and now he was able to get a good look.

 He liked what he saw.  Her skin was a soft shade of blue, similar to the
color of Earth's sky on a cloudless day.  Her hair was pure white; she
usually wore it tied back in a ponytail, but now it hung freely down around
her shoulders, almost touching the dark blue nipples that poked out from her
ample breasts.  Her lips were also dark blue, and she smiled seductively,
patiently waiting for a response to her question.

 Thinking quickly, he decided to try a gambit.  He pushed aside the fear
that was making his heart thump, and forced himself to smile.  "Yes, I
enjoyed it very much."

 She smirked and nodded, and he saw mischief in her eyes.  "I think you
should get out of those clothes," she said, stroking his sleeve.

 He managed a chuckle.  "I wish I could, but I can't.  I'm on a mission."
He resisted the urge to stare at her succulent nipples, or any of the other
tantalizing parts of her body.

 "Oh, really?" she said, moving her hand up his arm.

 "Yeah, it seems that a couple of women have locked themselves in the
science lab.  I'm going to see if they'll let me in..."

 "Oh, I see...a disguise."

 Dawson nodded, relieved that his bluff seemed to be working.  "But maybe
after I'm done with them, you and I could get together, have a little fun."

 She smiled.  "I would like that."  She suddenly took a step closer, poking
her breasts against his chest.  "In fact, I would like that right now."
Before he could react, she pressed her lips against his.

 He didn't mean to kiss her.  But somehow, his mouth had opened, and her
tongue was now swirling against his.  At first he thought he would simply
play along, because he didn't want to risk the chance that she would realize
he had been lying to her.  But that didn't mean he had to kiss her back with
such passion.  Nor did it require him to slide his hands down her side and
stroke her ass - but somehow, that's what he was doing.  Her kiss was
delicious, and as he closed his eyes and sank his tongue into her waiting
mouth, he became aware of a subtle, sweet scent.  She must have been wearing
perfume, but the smell was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
It was intoxicating, and the more he breathed, the more he liked it.

 But he knew where this would lead, and he had to stop himself.  With
reluctance, he ended the kiss and pulled away from her, shaking his head.
"I can't...not right now."

 "But why not?"

 "I...uh...I have to...you know, save it for those women in the lab."

 She squinted her eyes suspiciously.  "You're not one of us, are you?"

 "Of course I am," said Dawson, getting nervous.  "Why do you say that?"

 "Because if you were, you'd know that your cock won't get tired anymore."
She took a step closer to him.  "You'd know that you can stay hard much
longer, recover much quicker after you finish fucking."  She advanced again,
forcing him to retreat a step.  "You'd know that you can pump cum into as
many women as you want, as often as you want."  She stopped.  "And you
certainly wouldn't refuse an offer to have sex with me."

 Dawson didn't bother to argue with her.  He simply turned and ran down the
hall, as fast as he could.  Behind him, he heard Pamela calling out to the
men, and soon he heard the sound of multiple footsteps behind him.  He had
almost reached the turbolift, and he desperately hoped that the doors would
open in time.

 He stabbed the button with his finger, summoning the elevator.  Nothing
happened.  The footsteps grew louder.  He punched the button
again...nothing.  He fumbled with the manual release hatch, pulling it open.
His pursuers would be upon him in seconds.  He yanked the release lever,
forcing the doors to open.

 Lying on the floor of the elevator was a naked young blonde woman, moaning
in response to the cock that shoved into her pussy.  The cock belonged to
none other than Captain Cochrane, who looked up from his young lover and
scowled at his first officer.  "What are you doing here, Number One?  Can't
you see I'm busy?"

 Dawson ignored him and jumped into the turbolift.  "Deck 5," he said.

 The elevator did not move.  "Deck 5," he shouted.

 The girl on the floor giggled.  "I disabled it.  You're not going
anywhere."

 Dawson cursed and ran back out into the hallway, but the men had caught up
to him.  There were about six of them, and he was trapped.  He lunged at the
nearest of them and tried to throw a punch.

 The next few minutes were a chaotic nightmare.  The men surrounded him,
grabbing his arms and pinning him to the floor.  He tried his best to
struggle against them, but there were simply too many of them.  While he
kicked and squirmed, they began to remove his clothing, one article at a
time.  Shoes, shirt, pants, underpants - they even took off his socks.  Now
he was completely naked, just like they were.

 "Hold him still," a female voice commanded.  The crowd of males parted, and
he saw Pamela standing at his feet, looking down at him like some beautiful
azure goddess.  She smiled triumphantly, and took a few steps forward until
she stood directly over his head.  Then she slowly squatted down.  Dawson
watched as her pussy descended toward him, her blue slit capped by a
triangle of fuzzy white pubic hair.  He could see that her groin was already
moist, and he idly wondered what she would taste like.

 She kneeled on the floor, spreading her thighs open as she lowered her
crotch onto his face.  Her musky sex smell filled his senses, and there was
no way he could avoid breathing the erotic scent.  She began to grind her
groin against his face, and he could feel her pussy juice smearing against
his cheeks, his nose...his lips.  He felt a growing urge to open his mouth
and suckle her groin, but he knew that would lead to madness.  No, he had to
keep his mouth closed.  He had to try not to breathe that enticing twat
aroma.  He had to resist the temptation to lick the pussy that she was
offering him, to send his tongue into its fleshy folds, like a bee searching
a beautiful flower for pollen.

 Pamela just kept rubbing her groin against his face, patiently suffocating
him with her warm female flesh.  She must have been getting more and more
excited, because her pussy was practically oozing now with preparatory sex
cream.  He could feel it coating his face, and the pungent aroma kept
wafting into his nose and into his mind, steadily eroding his willpower.  He
knew he was in danger, but there was no way to avoid it.  He wanted to taste
her.  It was a terrible, insane desire - and it was getting stronger with
each passing second, with each erotic rub of her creamy slit against his
lips.  He couldn't help himself.  He opened his mouth, and his tongue took a
tentative swipe at her juicy groin.

 The taste was even better than he imagined, as if someone had transferred
the sweetest floral fragrance into liquid form.  He took another lick...then
another...then another.  And then it was all over.  His mouth opened wide
and latched onto her pussy, eagerly sucking her sexual nectar.  He heard her
laugh in delight as his tongue dove repeatedly into her glistening twat,
spooning through her sensitive labia with helpless hunger.  Part of his mind
cried out for him to stop, but he didn't listen.  He was eating her pussy -
and he was going to keep eating her pussy until it became a fountain of cum.
He was going to drink as much as she could give him...and then he was going
to fuck her.  He knew that now, just as knew he would lose himself in the
process.  But that didn't matter anymore; all that mattered right now was
the woman on top of him.  His face was buried in her tantalizing crotch, and
he just had to eat her.

 Pamela was really getting excited now.  She moaned softly as her hips
rocked back and forth, undulating against the tongue that swirled into her
groin.  "Ooooh...yes, that's it," she cooed.  "Mmmmm...suck my
pussy...ohhhh...eat me...drink me..."  Dawson did as he was told, fervently
licking her swollen vulva and wiggling his tongue up inside her.
"Ohhhh...you're doing great..."  She groaned and began to move her hips a
little faster.  "You'll be my pussy slave in no time."  She was panting now,
and her words came in breathless gasps.  "Would you...ohhhh...would
you...like that?"  She moaned.  "Would you...like...to be my...pussy slave?"

 Dawson managed to nod, but he didn't stop tickling her twat with his
tongue.

 "Good," she gasped.  "Then...suck my clit."  She helpfully placed it right
over his mouth and stopped grinding her hips.

 His tongue squirmed into the upper part of her wet slit, searching for her
stiff little pleasure button.  He knew he'd found the right place when she
suddenly gasped.  His lips made a circle on her pussy, and he began to suck
her flesh, his wet tongue prodding her sexual epicenter.  Pamela sat on his
face and groaned.  "Yessss...ohhhh...suck...suck...suck..."  She chanted the
word over and over, each syllable pronounced with greater urgency than the
last, until she was no longer capable of speech.  She tilted her head back,
closed her eyes and bellowed a long, loud, lust-filled moan that filled the
corridor.  Her pussy convulsed, and each contraction caused a wave of hot
sex cream to leak from her slit and down into the commander's waiting mouth.
She just kept moaning and gushing, and he eagerly drank her cum with a
thirst greater than he had ever known.

 By the time her orgasm ended, Dawson's mind was no longer his own.
Thoughts of saving the ship had been replaced by an obscene urge to ravage
its women.  He lay on the floor and tried to retrace his steps back toward
sanity, but it was already too late.  Pamela's cum was now swimming through
his system like a powerful drug, steadily seeping into his mind and filling
it with wild, uncontrollable lust.  And his cock -- he glanced down to see
it towering up from his crotch like a monument of flesh, harder and thicker
than it had ever been before.

 Pamela was looking at it, too.  She was lying at his side, with her head
against his shoulder, staring down at his throbbing erection.  "Is that for
me?" she asked, whispering the question into his ear.

 Of course it was for her.  He had to fuck her, had to shove his itching
cock into her wet pussy, had to keep shoving and shoving until he blasted
his own cream inside her.  But wait...wasn't there something wrong with
that?  A nagging doubt flashed like lightning through his lust-clouded mind.
He struggled to think, but Pamela's lips were now brushing against his, and
he just had to kiss her.  And kiss her.  And...fuck her!

 She gasped in surprise as he pushed her to the floor and rolled on top of
her.  Then her lips curled into a smile of anticipation as he nudged his
cock against her moist vulva.  He began to push inside her, his thick knob
parting her sweating labia and working its way into her groin.  She moaned
as the swollen penis slid inside her, filling her vagina with its hot, rigid
flesh.  Then began the rhythm, the slow back-and-forth mating dance as
Dawson patiently drilled the young woman's pussy.  Each wet plunge rewarded
him with delicious, erotic sensations, and he would have been happy to screw
her for days.  Judging from her soft whimpers of delight, he doubted that
she would mind that very much.

 But Dawson's lust soon grew stronger, as if the act of feeding only
increased his hunger instead of satisfying it.  He grabbed hold of her hips
and began to fuck her harder, faster.  Pamela moaned as his cock pulsed in
and out of her juicy snatch, driving her wild with its forceful friction.
She was enjoying this; he could see it in her blue eyes, the way she smiled
up at him in between waves of blissful agony.  She had conquered him, and
she loved the fact that she had seduced him into betraying everything - even
his own thoughts.  She had transformed him into this horny, sweaty, grunting
creature, helplessly caught in the joy of her pussy.  He just kept shoving
his hard shaft inside her, repeatedly burying his sex tool in her hot, gooey
tunnel.  He pumped her over and over and over again, her creamy cunt
squeezing his rigid cock as if to welcome it home.

 Although he was losing his mind, Pamela also seemed to be losing hers.
Every time his cock dove into her steamy twat, she made a noise - a gasp, a
moan, a whimper, a groan - something to signal her approval with what he was
doing to her.  She had lost the power to speak, and could only respond with
inarticulate sounds as he relentlessly filled her pussy with his thick meat.
It was the language of lust, and Dawson had no trouble understanding it.
She wanted him, she needed him - just as he wanted and needed her.  He
looked down at her beautiful blue body and marveled at its tantalizing
shape.  Her plump breasts heaved and wobbled, their dark nipples poking up
hard with excitement.  Her naked belly rose and fell as she panted
breathlessly, and thighs were soft and smooth as he stroked them.  Her
lovely face was damp with perspiration as she turned it from side to side,
her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open in a series of frantic cries.
What could be more beautiful than seeing a female lost in pleasure?  He
relished the thought that he had brought her to this point, and he plunged
his cock into her sopping twat with renewed vigor, anxious to please her
some more.

 When her orgasmic wail eventually came, Dawson was very close to his own
precipice.  While the lovely Andorian writhed and groaned, he held her down
and continued to shove his raging erection into her dripping pussy.  He
could feel her hot cream flooding inside her, making her vagina very
slippery and easy to fuck.  He pumped her fast and hard, his cock audibly
slurping in and out of her frothy cunt as she continued to moan deliriously.
He was so close...he had to come...just a few more strokes...plunging deep
inside her pussy...so hot, so wet...almost there, almost there...he glanced
at her breasts...so beautiful...he saw her smile...he fucked her...he fucked
her...he fucked her...

 An explosion of cream.  His engorged cock squirted loads of cum into her
vagina, thick bursts of semen that would send a horde of wriggling sperm
toward her womb.  One of them might even make a baby, perhaps a little blue
baby with soft white hair like hers.

 Then he collapsed next to his semi-conscious lover, holding her in his arms
and stroking her skin.  When he finally fell asleep, he dreamed of all the
other female crew members he would soon be fucking.  He would plant his seed
in their wombs, and in nine months' time there would not be a single woman
on board whose belly wasn't bulging with child.  And he knew who his first
partner would be.  He could see her, pacing around the room in her white lab
coat, searching for a cure to the lustful plague that had consumed most of
the ship's crew.  It was a pursuit that she would probably abandon once he
got his cock inside her.


to be continued...


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