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Authors name: PJ
Story Title: Star Trek "The Next Generation"
PART 1 OF 3
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-=Startrek TNG - Doctor Brahms Encounter chapter 1=-
"Captain's Log - star date 42193.2. We are currently en-route to
the Smegma system where we have a scheduled rendezvous with the Star
Cruiser Cozek. There, we will be taking aboard Mrs. Lwuxana Troi and
Dr. Leah Brahms who are both returning to Star Base 69."
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Meanwhile, Westly Crusher is alone in his mother's quarters
browsing through the latest issue of 'Girls Over 40'. "Oooooh", he
moans as his self service intensifies. His stroking becomes faster,
his grip tighter, his member rock hard. Suddenly an intense rush of
pleasure sweeps over him... as does a stream of his cum. "Yuk! Damn!
I can't believe I did that again". Wiping himself off with his mother's
towel he stowes the magazine under his bed. He finds himself exhausted
and lays down to rest.
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Ten-Forward is relatively quiet. Guinan is behind the bar having
a philosophical conversation with Whorf. "What I'm saying, Whoref, is
that I just don't feel attracted to men". He moves back slightly on his
stool, "I don't understand. That is unnatural. There must be something
wrong with you". Guynone recognizes the emphasis placed on "Wrong".
"Listen, Whorf, don't be so quick to judge what you don't understand.
I realize you Klingons consider yourselves the 'Studs' of the galaxy,
but some species prefer a soft touch to the hard, barbaric pounding you
have to offer".
"You wouldn't know anything about what I have to offer!" Whoref snaps
back. During his rebuttal Whoref pulls down the lower portion of his
uniform revealing the extent of his Klingon heritige. Guinan's eyes
bulge out of their sockets. "Damn!", she says, "Seeing that reminds
me of 'The Color Purple'!".
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"Hot Chocolate", Deanna's voice coos at the replicator in her
cabin. Her patient, a newly acquired Ensign, sits nervously.
Deanna slides back into her chair, cupping the warmth of her
drink. "Now, Ensign Onya, I sense a great need inside you", she begins.
The young girl lifts her head. She is shy and quite beautiful. "Oh no,
Deanna, there is nothing inside me now. I took it out before our
appointment".
Deanna smiles at the girls nievtae. "What I meant was that I
get the feeling you desire something you've never had before". The
Ensign's eyes immediately break contact from Doyouwanna's. "Oh God, she
knows!" Onya thought to herself.
Without another word Deanna slips out of her chair moving
towards the Ensign. Before Onya can blink Deanna is kneeling in
front of her. Her body feels charged with energy as Counselor Troi
strokes her creamy thighs. "You're very beautiful" Deanna's voice
causes a shiver up Onya's back. "Relax, I won't hurt you."
Without thinking, Ensign Onya begins to disrobe. Her innocent blue
eyes sparkle off her milk white skin. Her breasts break free of the
snug Starfleet uniform and into Deanna's mouth causing an instant
moan from the young Ensign.
Ensign Onya sprawls back onto the couch, now completely naked. The
Counselor begins the Betazoid tounge taste test between Onya's legs.
Her love box is completely wet and ready, but Deanna is making her
wait. The inexperienced Ensign begins to buck in anticipation as
Deanna's fingers move up and down her inner thighs, each time as
if they might make contact with her Vagina, but veering away at the
last moment.
Finally the Counselor's fingers make contact with Onya's clitoris.
At first the Ensign is thrusting wildly, but she soon engages a rythmic
motion like a well oiled machine. Onya's shy, timid nature is unap-
parent as her moans turn to screams of pleasure. "Oh, YES!, YES!,
HARDER!, MORE!" The ships computer responds, "Please restate request".
"FUCK ME YOU HOT BITCH!, AHHH OHHHHHhhhhh!". The computer continues,
"That function is unavailable".
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The turbolift was pungent with the smell of forbidden lust. Captain
Picard and Commander Riker stepped in. Riker took a deep breath.
He did everything deep. Pickard was mildly upset at the odor. "When
are these people going to stop using the turbolift for quick encounters.
This ship is the size of a country and yet people still want to 'do it'
in the elevator!". "I think, sir", Riker interjects, "that they all
want to join the 'Billion Mile High' club". Pickard's brow rises,
"That's no excuse". The doors opened onto the bridge and the two step
out.
"Status, Mister Data." Pickard becons. Mister Data responds
instantly with a clear, pleasant tone. "I am equiped with a 12 inch
penis designed for maximum pleasure and penetration. My testicles are
modeled after..." "Enough Data! I was referring to the status on board
this ship". Pickard was even more aggrivated now. Mister Data
twitched his head in thought and began again. "Sorry, sir. The status
on board the ship is normal. A breakdown of recent activity reveals
1024 persons aboard ship. 893 were participating in some sort of
sexual encounter. 501 involved vaginal penetration, 356 were oral, 28
were anal, 7 were masturbation, 1 was with a house pet. Of the human-
oid encounters, 445 were with members of the opposite sex and 125 homo-
sexual..." "DATA! Please!" Pickard was now beyond aggrivated, he was
downright horny!
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"What's this?" Cheif O'Brien looks up at his new wife serving
breakfast for the first time. "Sushi" was the innocent reply. "Oh,
God Keiko, if I wanted to smell raw fish in the morning I'd stick my
head between your legs!". "Miles!", her tone rose slightly. "OK, OK",
Miles calmed down, "I'll eat it". Before Keiko could blink in apology
her pants came ripping off and she was tossed backwards onto their
dining table. O'Brien's tounge 'fished' it's way in and out of the
oriental love slit sending Keiko into a blinding ecstacy. So intense
was the feeling that she knocked over her bowl of rice. The sensation
emminating from her pussy sent shivers up her entire body like waves of
electricity. She grabbed her husband's head as it bobed up and down,
making sure he wouldn't stop. She began to moan softly, "oooooh". The
pleasure intensified her voice steadily until it reached a feverish
pitch, "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH, UH, UH, UH, UH" her orgasm jolted her
body in spasms. Her hands, now gripping tight around her husbands head
sent it up and down with her pumping hips. Unfortunately for Chief
O'Brien, this meant his face was smashing into the edge of their table.
"OW, OW, OW, OW" he grunted. It was over as quickly as it started.
Keiko relaxed and a calm swept over her body as she sighed in
satisfaction. Cheif O'Brien was holding his chin looking in the medi-
cine cabinet. "Keiko?..." Miles waited for a response. "Ummmm" was
the only sound she could mutter. "I've got to get to my post. I'll
see you later, darling." He kissed her forehead. As he was almost out
the door he turned, "You know I've always wondered why I'm hungry an
hour after I eat you?".
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Holodeck 3 looked like an engineering lab. Lieutenant Geordi
LaForge was conversing with his female generated image. "Dr. Brahms,
we are in a crisis situation, I need your help." "No Geordi", the
voice was soft and inviting, "What you mean is that I'm a tramp meant
to serve as your personal sex slave. To perform whatever discusting,
perverted act your filthy mind can dream up. To submit my young, per-
fect body to your need for flesh... Right!". Geordi responded inno-
cently, "Well, that's another way to put it." The holodeck creation
then blinked her lashes over her beautiful round, dark eyes. Her lips
revealed a smile. The kind that causes and instant hard-on, and it did.
"God", he said out loud to himself, "to think I'm actually going to
meat... I mean meet you. Exit!". The holodeck door revealed itself
like reality cutting into a dream. Geordi walked out hoping the bulge
between his legs would subside quickly.
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"We have reached our destination, Captain." Data's voice was neu-
tral as usual. "Thank you Mister Data, hold position." Pickard
touched his communicator located directly over his heart. "Bridge to
transporter room, are we ready to beam the passengers over?".
"Uh, Ow! stop trying to pull, it's stuck!" came the reply to a
bewildered Captain Pickard. "Is everything alright, Chief O'Brien?".
"Uh, sorry..." a grunting sound accompanyed the words. "We are
ready, sir. AHHHHHHHH!".
Riker interrupts "What the hell is going on down there!?".
"Sorry Commander. My wife was just visiting me. Keiko dear, please
take the anal intruder kit back to our room, I've got work to do.
Don't worry, we'll get it out later."
Captain Pickard was feeling unusually frustrated as he turned to
Commander Riker. "Not only do I have to put up with Mrs. Troi being
aboard", he spoke softly, "but my transporter officer is on duty with
a dildo up his ass! My God Will, I feel like I'm losing respect."
"Oh don't worry, sir", Riker comforted, "we'll still respect you
in the morning".
Continued in part 2....
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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But
it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!! You only
have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it.
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