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Authors name: PJ
Story Title: Star Trek "The Next Generation"
PART 3 OF 3
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-=Startrek TNG - Doctor Brahms Encounter 3=-
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Ms. Lwuxana Troi was streaming down the hall. Coming the other way
almost as fast was Westly Crusher whose bridge duty had recently
finished. He had stopped by his mother's cabin and was on his way to
the holodeck when... BAM! Lwuxana Troi fell to the floor in a daze.
Opposite her, the young Mr. Crusher was shaking his head as he sat up
to see what he had run into. Lwuxana shuffled over to see if he was
alright when she slipped on a magazine. Westly tried to grab it away
but it was too late.
A short silence ensued as Lwuxana perused the magazine. It seemed
like eternity to Westly who was trying to think up excuses. Lwuxana
didn't give him the chance to speak. "Hmmm, over 40, you have very
good taste my young friend." She was now looking at Westly in a whole
new way. Westly opened his mouth but before he could say anything, Ms.
Troi was on her feet and had pulled him up as well. "It is obvious,
young man" Lwuxana's tone was authoritative, "that you have a serious
problem..." then she whispered into his ear, "and I intend to help."
Before he could ponder her meaning she yanked his arm jolting his body
down the hall like a small boat in tow.
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"aaaaahhhhhHHHHHHHH, UH!" Captain Pickard looked at his hand in
relief after he finally managed to free himself from bondage. A few
minutes later he was dressed in his standard uniform and on his way
to the bridge, his step was brisk, his attitude dignified.
The turbolift doors opened. Captain Pickard stepped onto an empty
bridge. His brisk steps came to an instant halt as the reality sunk
in. His eyes darted around the room a few times attempting to locate
anyone else. He slowly walked down the ramp to the center of the room.
"Computer," the familiar electronic trickle followed, "current
location of Commander Riker".
The near monotonic response was immediate "Commander Rideher is in
Ten-Forward".
Pickard continued the queries, "Current location of Mister Data".
"Mister Data is in Ten-Forward".
"Current location of Counselor Troi".
"Counselor Troi is in Ten-Forward".
"What the hell...?" the Captain whispered to himself. The pace
returned to his step as he proceeded to the turbolift.
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The guest quarters of Lwuxana Troi were filled with the sounds of
animal passion. Two figures embraced naked on the bed. Westly was
thrusting his penis into Ms. Troi over and over. His movement was so
filled with pent-up frustration that the bed threatened to detach from
the wall. Lwuxana's hands held on to Westly's soft boyish, hips as he
moved back and forth. His expressions continually changed, the look of
surprise washing over his face with each re-entry.
Westly moved his hands onto Lwuxana's well developed, heaving
breasts. The feeling was so good he came immediately. Despite what
most would consider a sexual conclusion, he didn't miss a beat. Ms.
Troi was well preserved for a woman of her age, and Westly knew it.
His eyes swept over her curves, the signs of age just beginning to set
in excited him even more. He tilted his head down and watched as his
red slick cock, fully covered with twat juice, glided in and out of
what had been his ultimate fantasy. The sight of her vaginal hairs
parting for his intruder caused him to whip his head up and let out
a loud moan. He could feel his cum streaming into her again. Lwuxana
too, became excited at the sight of the young, undeveloped boy. But
more enticing was the reactions she was producing from him.
Now, with bodies pressed against each other, the pace had slowed,
but the pleasure intensified. Lwuxanna felt every part of Westly
on her, and in her, "Ohhh, it feels sooo gooood" she whispered softly.
She moved her hands from his hips to his ass, "God it is so young and
tight" she thought to herself. Her mouth began to kiss his neck. The
young Ensign was learning the subtle touches that produced massive
reactions as he came again. All Betazoids had orgasms each time her
partners did, and Ms. Troi was no exception. She was being drained
with each excretion, but she was loving every minute of it...
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The hallway was quiet except for the scuffing sound of Captain
Pickard's shoes against the rug. The large doors of Ten-Forward slid
open as the Captain prepared to discover the attraction of this part
of his ship. Jean-Luc stopped dead in his tracks as a naked couple
fell out onto the floor, the support of the doors now gone.
Jean-Luc's eyes glided over the couple into the room. The dark
lighting made it difficult to make out detail, but it was the sounds
emminating from the bar that gave away the nature of the festivities.
A blending of voices, all moaning in orchestral harmony echoed into
the hall.
"Ohhhhhh...Ahhhhhhh..YesssUmmmmmmOhekkkAAAAhuhuhuh,Uh,UH!..."
the sounds streamed on as the Captain finally collected his thoughts.
"My God!" was all he could say at first, but at least in his usual
'Captainly' tone. He was about to venture into the room when Guinan
appeared at the door facing him. She was completely naked except for
her cosmic hat. Her expression was calm and peaceful as usual. "Damn,
why doesn't anything unnerve her?" the Captain thought to himself.
"Hello, Captain", she said as if everything was normal.
"Guinan," Jean-Luc began with a controlled tone, "Would you explain
why my entire bridge crew is lost in a sea of flesh in Ten-Forward"?
"I think you'd better ask Q about that." was the reply as she
gestured into the room by the corner window. Jean-Luc could see a lone
figure lounging by the window on a table surrounded by two voluptuous
women feeding him some fruit. Instantly he knew the omnipotent menace
had returned to reek havoc on his ship.
While Jean-Luc was pondering the problem of traversing the con-
glomeration of bodies to confront the menace, he was transported right
next to Q by the entity. He was about to berate Q when he realized
he was nude. His angry face turned to a wordless look saying 'why did
you do that?'. "Q", Jean-Luc's tone was harsh, "I want you to leave my
ship immediately!"
"Oh come now Captain," Q paused a moment to consider the pun he had
just made, "I am providing your crew with a much needed social event.
And what thanks do I get? I mean look out there. Everyone seems to be
enjoying themselves... and enjoying some others as well!"
Jean-Luc was looking out into the center of the room when he turned
back to Q with a puzzled look, "Why is that support beam swaying"?
Q squinted, "That's not a support beam, it's just the Captured Borg
showing off".
Q raised both his hands in the air, "Is everybody happy!?" At that
instant the entire room convulsed into a massive orgasm. Screams of
pleasure shattered the air. Jean-Luc had to duck to avoid the liquid
results of the group event. It seemed like a shoot-out as the Captain
watched from the floor.
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"How do you feel?" Riker said cautiously as he and Counsellor Troi
strolled down the hall. She replied, "Actually quite good. I really
didn't mind". Riker continued, "Yes I agree, but he still shouldn't
have done it. I just hope the Captain understands". They arrived at
Lwuxana Troi's quarters. Before Deanna could touch the bell, the doors
opened. A dazed Westly was stepping out, when he halted at the sight
of Commander Riker and Counsellor Troi. His hair was slightly messed,
there was lipstick on his cheek, and a smirk on his face. Sensing what
had happened, Deanna's expression turned to angry shock. She darted
her eyes right at her mother who had a larger smirk on her face than
Westly.
"Mother! How could you?!" Deanna shouted. "Really little one, you
should know 'how' by this time. But if you don't we made a visual
record of our escapade". Riker noticed they each had a visual disk in
their hands.
Westly produced his 'Girls Over 40' magazine and promptly handed it
to him, "Here Sir, I won't be needing this anymore". He then slipped
by the pair and proceeded casually down the hall.
Deanna and Will turned their heads towards each other. Her face
still filled with shock, he simply raised an eyebrow.
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The Captain sat alone in his ready room. Turning to his terminal
he began to speak. "Captain's Log - star date 42207.5. We are 1 hour
away from Star Base 69. The crew seems to have suffered no ill effects
from the ordeal Q caused in 10-Forward two days ago. I, myself will be
looking forward to..." he never got to finish the sentence.
Captain Pickard re-materialized in Dr. Crusher's quarters. Before
he realize what had happened, Beverly spoke. "Site to site transport
Jean-Luc". She smiled and moved towards him, "We have unfinished busi-
ness", her smile widened as she landed the hypo on the Captain's arm.
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The Enterprize moved through space with her usual grace. And
although space inherently had an absence of light, the glow from each
of the ships light sources sliced into the darkness. And even though
space inherently had an absence of sound, a single sound had managed
to escape the airtight seals of the ships space-aged materials, "Oh no,
wait, Beverly! aaaaahhhhhHHHHHHH, OWWWW!" (sound of leather cracking
as the ship glides off into the distance).
T H E E N D
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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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