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From: "Stephen Gray" <sgray113@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Voyages of the USS Intercourse 09 {S Gray} (MF cheat preg)
Date: Sat, 23 Nov 2002 17:10:05 -0500
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Chapter Nine:  A Stolen Moment

 Dawson listened anxiously as the sounds of footsteps in the corridor
outside began to fade.  Soon they were gone, and he heard a soft sigh of
relief from his companion.

 After eluding his pursuers at the armory, Dawson had spent the last thirty
minutes trying to return to sick bay.  It hadn't been easy; more than once,
he had been forced to find a detour in order to avoid an encounter with
members of the contaminated crew.  Some of them had been moving from room to
room, diligently searching for any men or women who had not yet participated
in the contagious lust that had infected most of the ship.  As he passed by
one chamber, he heard a woman groaning in the way that women groan when
their bodies are being manipulated toward orgasm.  Although he didn't look,
he assumed that there had been a man in that room with her - a handsome,
muscular man who had forced his way insider her room and then inside her
pussy.  There had probably been screams and struggles at first, but now
there were only those desperate, agonized groans - audible evidence that
something irresistibly pleasant was going on between her legs.

 Of course, it could have been the other way around.  One of the
ever-growing number of perpetually horny women could have worked her way
into that room, catching its lone male occupant by surprise.  The poor man
would wake up to find a naked woman crawling on top of him.  His stammered
questions would be answered by a sudden kiss from her soft lips, a kiss
sweeter than any he had ever tasted.  That kiss would eventually move from
her mouth to her nipple, where he would soon discover a squirting fountain
of warm, delicious milk.  The more he drank from her, the more excited he
would get - until it finally got to the point where he just had to fuck her.
He would happily allow the lascivious stranger to impale herself upon his
upright dick.  Bouncing wildly up and down, she would satisfy both her lust
and his.  She would keep grinding her pussy against his groin, eagerly
screwing him into a lustful oblivion from which he would never return.

 It didn't really matter who had seduced whom.  Either way, someone in there
was being corrupted, forced into a mind-warping orgasm that would destroy
his or her willpower and replace it with an insatiable hunger for sex.
Dawson could have tried to stop it, but he would have risked becoming a
victim himself.  No, he could not afford to lose any time; he had to get to
sick bay.   As he continued to sneak through the ship's corridors, a
desperate fear began to gnaw at him: what if he couldn't get there in time?
Christine had been taken prisoner, and he had no doubt that a stiff cock was
sliding inside her at this very moment.  It would not take long for them to
seduce the young woman, and she would happily tell them all about the cure
that Vicky was developing - a cure that they would want to destroy.  And to
do that, they would try to corrupt Vicky.  Horrific images began to flicker
through his mind: doors being forced open, lab coat being forced open, legs
being forced open.  Vicky, valiantly resisting them.  Vicky, gradually
succumbing.  Vicky, moaning feverishly as a tongue snaked into her wet
pussy.  Vicky, thrashing wildly as a thick cock fucked her deep and hard.
Vicky, smiling lewdly as the orgasm stole her morals and replaced them with
obscene desires.

 "Tim?  Are you all right?"

 He nodded, though she couldn't see it in the darkness of the small service
closet.  "Yeah.  I was just thinking how glad I am that I got to you in
time."

 He felt a hand on his arm.  "That makes two of us.  But what are we doing
to do now?"

 "I don't know.  We have to find a way to cure some more of the crew, get
some people on our side.  Did you finish those other vaccine injectors?"

 "Yes, I have three of them."  He heard her rummage through the pockets of
her lab coat.  "Six doses on each."  She handed one of the devices to him.

 "Okay, so we can treat eighteen people.  We'll have to be careful, though.
These injectors can only be used up close, and that means there's a good
chance we might get infected again and need another dose."

 "And we'll have to watch out for weapons.  You said a lot of the crew
members are armed, now."

 "Yeah."  He sighed.  "This isn't going to be easy."

 "How many crew members do you think there are...I mean, how many have been
infected?"

 He frowned.  "I'm guessing pretty much the whole ship."

 There was a quiet moment as the unspoken conclusion hung in the air: they
were the only ones left.

 "Tim...I'm scared."  Her voice was on the verge of breaking.

 "Don't be."  He reached for her in the shadows and pulled her toward him,
holding her close.  "We'll get through this."

 He felt her arms around him, her hands touching his bare back.  "I don't
want to become one of them," she said, almost sobbing.

 "You won't," he said, gently squeezing her body against his to reassure
her.  "I won't let them."

 She gave a short, quiet laugh and then sniffled.  "You'd better not.  If
you do, I'll have to report you to Starfleet Command."

 He snorted.  "Join the club.  I've already got a lot to answer for."

 "Yeah, I can believe that.  I seem to recall that you were about to engage
in inappropriate conduct with a young blonde woman before I came to your
rescue."

 "I protest.  I was forced into it."  He chuckled quietly.

 "Forced?  She was strapped to the bed, for crying out loud.  How could she
have forced you?"

 "There's no way I could have resisted a beautiful, naked woman.  My
biological programming forced me to behave as I did.  Besides...who was it
that tied her down there in the first place?  I believe that Command might
want to know why you used an innocent young girl as sexual bait."

 "Hey, it worked, didn't it?"  She laughed, as did Dawson.  The two of them
chuckled and giggled as quietly as they could.  "I can't believe we're
joking at a time like this," she said.

 A moment passed in silence.  Neither of them made a move to end their
shadowy embrace.

 "Would you have come after me next?" she asked.  Dawson could feel her
hands sliding down his back, descending toward the bare curves of his
buttocks.

 "Probably," he said.  "My mind wasn't my own."

 "What would you have done to me?" she asked.  Her hands were now groping
his ass, squeezing and caressing the firm flesh of his nether cheeks.

 "Hey, wait a minute, Vicky."  He put his hands on her shoulders, but didn't
push her away.  "What are you doing?"

 "Oh, nothing."  One of her hands left his ass, and he soon felt it rubbing
the tip of his penis.  "Just doing a little exploration, that's all."

 Her hand felt small and warm as she encircled his cock and gave it a gentle
squeeze.  "Vicky...you're married."

 "I know."  She continued to fondle his growing erection.  His heart began
to beat faster.

 "Vicky..."

 "Shhhhh."  He felt hot breath upon his neck.  "Do you know how long it's
been since I've touched a man's penis?"  His cock was now fully hard, and
she began to rub her hand up and down its rigid length.  "For the last three
months, I've been wanting to feel something like this slipping inside me."

 Dawson had dreamed of hearing her say these words.  In the darkness, his
lips found their way to her mouth.  And then they began to kiss - a wild,
passionate kiss that had been building up inside of them for a long time.
He had always wanted her.  And now, to hear her say that she wanted him as
well - it was too good to be true.  Their arms wrapped tighter around each
other as they frantically kissed and gasped for breath.

 "But what...what about...Roger?" asked Dawson, speaking between kisses.

 "I love Roger," she said, breathing heavily as Dawson began to kiss her
neck.  "But he isn't here right now."

 "So you want me to be your temporary husband, is that it?"

 "Tim, that's not...I mean..."  She sighed.  "It's wrong, I know.  But if
something does happen to us...I just wanted to make love one last
time...with someone I care about.  Before I forget what love is."  There was
a moment of silence.  "You're right...I guess we shouldn't."

 "Oh, no you don't."  Keeping one arm around her back to prevent her from
retreating, Dawson sent his other hand down into her skirt.  "You're not
getting out of this that easily."  He felt his way down her waist until his
fingers found the hem of her panties.  "I love you, Vicky.  Always have."
He worked his hand inside her panties, feeling the fur of her crotch against
his palm as his fingers curled down and began to tickle her pussy.  She
gasped.  "I never wanted to come between you and Roger, but I can't help the
way I feel about you."  He gently rubbed his fingers along the slit between
her legs.  "If you want me, then I'm yours."

 He could feel the first traces of moisture from her groin.  She said
nothing, but her heavy breathing told him everything he needed to know.

 "I want to make you come," he said, whispering the words into her ear.
"I've dreamed about it, hearing you moan in helpless ecstasy."  As he began
to lick her ear, he felt more fluid oozing out of her distended vulva.
"Forbidden love," he murmured, rubbing his fingers against her clit.
"Having the woman I cannot have..."

 She began to moan - soft little whimpers of approval as his fingers glided
up and down her sensitive twat, smearing her groin with its own thick juice.
"Do you like this?" he asked, kissing her ear as he rubbed her groin.
"You're so wet, I love it."  Her moans grew louder when he slid a finger
inside her moist crack and began wiggling it inside her.  "Yeah, that's
it...moan for me, Vicky."  His finger squirmed around just inside her
buttery vagina, and he could feel her body trembling as she groaned with
erotic delight.  He slid a second finger into her sopping twat and began to
give her a nice little finger-fuck.

 It took only a minute or two to bring her to the verge.  He could hear her
panting with excitement, and her cries were becoming more and more
desperate.  "Shhhh...not too loud, or they'll hear us in here."  He
diligently pumped his fingers in and out of her wet pussy, making her moan
even louder.  "Oh, you're a noisy girl, Vicky.  You're going to get us in
trouble."  While his fingers wormed their way into her juicy snatch, he
began to massage her clit with his thumb.  "You'd better come soon, or we're
done for."

 It was a wonder the whole ship didn't hear her shrill orgasmic cry.  Her
knees grew weak, and she would have collapsed if Dawson hadn't been holding
her.  He could feel her body convulsing, and a warm flow of liquid poured
out onto his fingers as he continued his work on her pussy.  She whimpered
and groaned as he patiently rubbed her and probed her, making her groin
pulse with pleasure.  He wished that he could see her face, to watch her
expression as the climax coursed through her.  As it was, he could only
imagine her smile when he asked her if she was ready for more.

 "Yes!" she hissed, her hands wandering down to his erect manhood.

 "No, not yet," he said, smiling.  "Take off your clothes."

 He heard the rustle of fabric in the darkness as she complied with his
request.  Sparks of static crackled; was she taking off her shirt?  Was that
the sound of her skirt falling to the floor?  She was undressing for him;
she was going to allow him to do things to her that only her husband had the
right to do.  His cock swelled with lust at the thought of what was about to
happen.

 "I'm naked," she said.

 His hands spent the next few minutes confirming that fact.  They glided
around the equator of her waist, feeling her hips, her ass.  Then they moved
slowly upward to stroke her soft belly and rub lazy circles around her
navel.  Then up and down the sides of her bare torso, exploring her sensuous
shape not with his eyes, but with his hands.  She was breathing heavily
again, and he kissed her lips as his hands moved upward again.  She knew
where they were heading, and moaned into his mouth as he caressed her
breasts, cradling her smooth, supple bulges with gentle, loving touches.
His fingers soon discovered her nipples, and he began to rub them while his
tongue slid into her mouth.  He could feel her tits getting harder, swelling
in response to his fingertip massage.  When they nice and stiff, his mouth
left her lips and moved down to her breast, hungrily sucking her nipples.
She moaned as he nibbled and licked her swollen tit stalks, and he sent his
right hand down to get a reading on her pussy.  It was quite wet.

 After a few minutes of suckling her breasts and rubbing her groin, he could
sense that she was heading toward another climax.  Her legs were getting
weak again, so he carefully lowered her to the floor.  Gently prying her
legs open, he leaned down and navigated his head between her thighs.  His
mouth found its way to her crotch, and he enjoyed his first taste of the
pussy he had wanted for so long.  With long, deep licks, he began to eat
her.  His tongue swirled against her labia, rubbing wetly against her fleshy
sex lips while she sighed and whimpered.  She was getting what she wanted -
getting it from him, not her husband.  He eagerly lapped at her juicy vulva,
intent on giving her another dose of orgasmic joy.  He wanted her to
remember this moment, here in this dark closet.  He wanted her to remember
the ecstasy he had given her, in the hope that she would want it again.  And
again, and again - until finally, she would forget all about Roger.  With
this goal in mind, he avidly licked her wet slit and nibbled her clit,
listening in delight to her fervent gasps and moans.

 Her pussy soon became a fountain of cum as she squealed and writhed.  While
her naked body twisted and heaved, Dawson kept his hands on her hips and his
mouth on her groin, tasting her hot love cream as he licked her, flicking
her clit with the tip of his tongue.  She groaned madly as her hips bucked
against his face, trying to grind her pussy against his mouth.  He just kept
eating her, and drinking her, until she couldn't stand it anymore.  With a
final spurt of pungent sex juice, she collapsed on the floor, completely
spent.

 But Dawson wasn't through with her yet.  He spent the next half hour
holding her in his arms, laying soft kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, her
mouth.  His hands wandered up and down her back, massaging her all the way
from her shoulders down to her tailbone.  The more he touched her, the
harder his cock grew.  She must have felt it, poking against her lower belly
like a stranger at the door, wanting to be let inside.  She touched it, her
fingertips grazing its rigid length with curious, exploratory strokes.  Her
hand wandered lower, cupping the loose flesh of his scrotum, gently
squeezing it to feel the testicles inside.  Her kisses became more
passionate as she continued to fondle his genitals, and it was his turn to
moan when she began to rub the tip of his swollen penis.

 After teasing him into maximum erection, she moved on top of him.  His dick
throbbed with anticipation as he felt her crotch nudging against the tip of
his swollen organ.  Then she descended, and his cock was gradually enveloped
by warm, wet, delicious pussy.  He heard her whimper as she slowly impaled
herself, sinking lower and lower onto his hard pole.

 "How do you like my cock?" he asked, grinning.

 She didn't say anything, but began to move up and down, sighing softly as
his cock grazed against her inner walls.

 "I guess you like it," he said, stroking her thighs as she slowly fucked
him.  "In fact, I think you love it."  She moaned, her pussy coming down
again.  "Go on, say it."  He slid his hands up her thighs until he felt the
smooth curves of her ass as she bobbed up and down.  "Say you love it," he
said, squeezing her ass.

 "I...I love it," said Vicky, her breath coming in ragged gasps.  She was
moving faster now, bouncing herself up and down upon his rigid cock.

 "I don't think Roger would approve of this," said Dawson, whose own
breathing was growing irregular.  "I think he might get upset...if he knew
his beautiful wife...was screwing herself silly...in a closet somewhere."
She groaned with pleasure as her wet vagina covered his cock.  "But you
don't care...about him right now...do you?"  His hand moved to her crotch,
and he began to rub that sensitive place of hers.  "This feels...too
good...for you to resist..."

 Vicky was bouncing wildly up and down now, moaning with unbridled lust.
"You shouldn't...be doing this, Vicky..."  He could feel her sex juice
trickling down from her groin to his.  "You promised...you were going to
love...only Roger..."  She kept slamming her pussy down hard, fucking him as
fast as she could.  "You're being...unfaithful..."  She groaned like an
animal, grinding her wet crotch against his, desperately generating the
friction that she needed to have another sexual explosion.  "How does it
feel, Vicky?" he asked, diddling her clit while she twisted and writhed.
"How do you like being an adulteress?"

 She whimpered as the orgasm consumed her.  It sounded as though she had
been holding her breath for a long time and was just now letting it out.  He
could feel her warm fluid pouring down onto his stiff cock, which was still
buried inside her.  Her hips squirmed, her pussy undulating against him in a
dance of erotic bliss.  He just kept tickling her groin, spurring her on,
and on, and on - until she finally collapsed on top of him.  And again, he
just held her, sliding reassuring caresses up and down her spine as the
aftershocks of her excitement coursed through her.  He loved holding her
like this, savoring the sensation of her naked body against his, knowing
that he had helped to give her this pleasure.

 And when it finally came time for him to fuck her, she did not resist.  His
cock traveled deep inside her, then slid back out again.  With slow, patient
thrusts, he plowed her pussy with his thick organ, amazed at how incredible
it felt.  Her vagina was warm, wet and slippery - a perfect home for his
rigid penis.  He pumped it in and out of her steamy twat, knowing that he
wouldn't be able to last for very much longer.

 "I can't tell you how good this feels," he said, working his cock inside
her again.  "We'll have to do this again sometime."  He groaned as he gave
her pussy another deep thrust.  "Would you like that?"

 The lust-dazed doctor gave an affirmative whimper.

 He smiled.  "I'm glad to hear it."  He began to fuck her faster, and the
wet sound of their lovemaking started to increase in volume.  "I'm going to
make you forget about Roger," he said, plunging his penis into the depths of
her soaked cunt, making her moan.  "I'm going to give you so many orgasms,
you won't be able to think straight anymore."  His hands stroked her thighs
as he rocked his hips between them.  "You'll only want me from now on," he
said, stuffing her full of hard cock meat.  "You'll want me to..."

 They heard voices in the corridor outside.

 "Tim..."  Vicky sounded frightened.

 He didn't stop fucking her.  He couldn't stop, not now.

 "Tim...ohhhh...Tim...come on...*ungh*...we have to stop..."

 He put his hands on her hips, holding her down while his penis slid in and
out of her juicy groin.

 "They...ohhh...they're going to...*ungh*...hear us..."

 "I don't care," he whispered, pumping her pussy with deep, rapid thrusts.

 "Tim...you're crazy...oooohhh...what are you doing?  You're...*ungh*...you
can't...do this...*ungh*...I'm not...protected..."  She put her hands
against his stomach, but stopped short of pushing him away.

 "I know," he said, his hard cock squirming down into her wet sex hole.
"I'm going to cum soon."  He sank his penis inside her again, wringing
another moan from her.  "And when I do...I'm not going to pull out."  She
began to protest again, but another thrust from his rigid dick turned her
words into whimpers.  "I'm going to pump you...full of sperm," he growled,
sending his cock deep inside her, again and again.  "I'm going to put...a
baby...in your belly..."  She moaned loudly, despite the voices in the
hallway outside.  "You'll have to...tell Roger...you're pregnant...with
another man's child..."  He could feel his penis swelling even larger; his
orgasm was almost upon him.  "You'll divorce him...then marry me...and we'll
raise...our child...together..."  He pumped her as hard and as fast as he
could, and she mewled deliriously.  "How...does...that...sound...?"

 "Tim...I...ohhhh!"  Her pussy started to convulse.  She was about to erupt
again.

 And she did, just as the first batch of semen spurted deep inside her
vagina.  Dawson groaned as his cock slid all the way inside her, unleashing
a barrage of semen upon her unprotected womb.  While his penis disgorged its
impregnating cream inside her, Vicky howled with helpless lust as her own
orgasm poured through her mind.  She writhed and moaned, forgetting all
about the dangerous people outside their door.   Dawson forgot about them,
too; the only thing that mattered right now was his orgasm.  He just kept on
fucking her gooey twat, his engorged cock spewing hot wads of spermy fluid
into her receptive cunt.  She had told him that there might be after-effects
from his exposure to the virus, but he never imagined that his cock would
stay this hard, or that he would produce so much cum.  Vicky was going to be
pregnant for sure!

 Their orgasms were still going when the closet door slid open, spilling
light onto the pair of lovers.  Their groins were still locked together,
thoroughly wet with the results of their lust.

 "Well, what have we here?" said a beautiful, dark-haired woman with a
tricorder in her hand.  "Commander Dawson and Doctor Gina - the very two
people I've been looking for."  She exchanged a triumphant smile with the
four men who  accompanied her, each of them armed with phasers.  "If you're
almost done in there, I have some urgent matters to discuss with you."

 Tim looked at Vicky, and he could see his thoughts mirrored in her
expression.  They might have been the last two people on the ship who could
have saved it, and now they had been captured.  Both of them knew that their
moment of passion might very well have doomed the galaxy - but neither of
them would have taken that moment back.


to be continued...


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