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Cruzing (ff/fff/mf/nc/bd/ds/alien/startrek)
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CRUZING
Chapter Three: Friends Come Together (part 3g)
"Ohh, ohhhh, shit Ro," Vas hissed, "It's starting to h-h-happen, man."
Ro looked up into her friend's huge, deep eyes. "Finish it, baby."
By now, Vas was deep into the act with her sexy girlfriend and giving the
hot Bajoran one hell of a thorough assfuck. Sweat ran down the middle of
Vas' chiseled back as she worked, fucking like the not-quite-tamed beast
that she was. Moaning deliriously, Vas slowly slid almost ten inches of
her massive, animal penis all the way up her friend's asshole, sheathing
herself all the way until just the huge, obscenely-swollen knot remained
exposed, pressed up against Ro's moist perineum. Vas was so excited that
her knot had begun to swell even larger with pre-orgasmic response. It
was now just a shade over four inches in diameter, and Vas knew that there
was no way she was going to be able to tie with Ro; she was simply too
big. On the other hand, tying with Ro would prevent her from slipping in
and out so deeply, as Vas was presently doing to her girlfriend. Vas
could tell that having her hot, slippery cock sliding up and down her
girlfriend's asshole was driving Ro out of her mind. Ro's eyes were
locked to Vas', her nipples were erect, her clit was protruding, and a
lovely flush was spreading on her chest. She was climaxing!
Vas began to growl involuntarily, as she always did when she fucked. She
began to pull out a little more forcefully, making Ro's anus spread more
fully to accommodate the thick, extra swell of her foreshaft. Ro went
with it, crying out softly while she orgasmed again, trusting her friend
not to hurt her. Vas now entirely set the pace and tone for the fuck,
actually withdrawing her penis almost entirely from the tight grip of Ro's
asshole, before sliding it all the way back up the Bajoran's ass. She
began to do this over and over. Ro marveled at the kinky feel of the act,
how Vas fucked her with violence and care at the same time, how her cock
could be so incredibly large and yet slip so *smoothly* in and out of her
anus.
"*Fuck!*" Vas barked in a soft but harsh voice, "You're tail is *so*
fucking sweet, man!" Ro watched Vas do what she'd been made for, and
watch her do it to perfection. Covered with sweat and come, her gleaming
muscles taut and standing out in rigid definition, like she'd just crawled
from the womb (Ro half-expected to see a umbilical still attached to Vas'
navel), Vas showed her teeth as she growled her lusty song of bestial
passion. Then, abruptly, Vas knew that the battle was over, and that she
was going to climax. Abruptly, Vas could not breath, such was the
violence of her climax. The ejaculatory inevitability was like a gift of
the gods and a cruel torture at once. Ro could feel the whole luscious
length of Vas' throbbing erection begin to vibrate and twitch, and the
iron-hard shaft grew incredibly warm. Suddenly, Vas gave a peculiar,
shuddering moan, and both women could feel the long, copious streams of
semen begin to shoot from the deeply buried tip of Vas' huge dick. The
Cruzer grunted forcefully, sounding distinctly male as she did so, as each
virile, successive spurt of clear, slippery fuck-juice boiled up from
deep, bifurcated reservoirs in her tight belly to burst from her tapered
cockhead. Still cumming hard and fucking her big cockshaft all the way up
her friend's ass, Vas reached down to Ro's stomach and gently stroked her
sensitive clit-bud. Vas started slipping fingers in and out of Ro's cunt
while she continued her torrid sodomy of the Bajoran's spread asshole.
Having Vas' big shaft up her ass, stroking deeply in and out, and getting
her clit rubbed and stroked was all too much for Ro, and she screamed as
she came, sharp and hot.
"Jesus, Vas!" Ro groaned, marveling at how her hot, kinky Cruzer
girlfriend could induce such fantastic orgasms. Ro looked up at her
partner, watching Vas' sweaty, muscular body working, moving, smoothly
slipping her big penis in and out of Ro's now very cum-wet asshole. "You
are such a stud. . ." she murmured, and saw Vas smile, even as she
continued to enjoy her typically epic orgasm. Truly, if ever there was a
woman born to fuck, it was Vas. She appeared every inch to be some sort
of primordial sex-creature, her muscular bronze frame glossy and slippery
with sweat and cum, thrusting gently, rhythmically against her
girlfriend's ass. Vas grunted softly as she did so, filling her
girlfriend's anus with her hot, kinky seed, now sounding *distinctly*
masculine. The Cruzer's orgasm lasted several minutes, and Vas became
tender with Ro as she squirted endlessly up the Bajoran's ass, leaning
over her, kissing her deeply as she felt her taut body slowly wind down.
Finally, sated at last, Vas eased her huge, softening prick out of Ro's
asshole.
"What a ride," Vas breathed, and meant it. She was dripping with sweat,
clearly exhausted by the experience of assfucking her girlfriend. She
rolled over onto her back, breathing heavily. "We have got to get
together more often, man. . ."
"Second that, putita " Ro breathed, herself a little out of breath after
her own string of orgasms. Her ass felt warm and heavy with the huge
amount of semen that Vas had deposited there. She rolled onto her
stomach, her nude body covering Vas' leg, her head gently resting on Vas'
hip. Ro looked up at her xenolover, watching the beads of sweat roll down
Vas' magnificent tits. Her huge nipples were now very stiff and erect,
and stained with wet, sticky lactation. Ro was always very pleased with
herself for being able to tire Vas, considering the Cruzer's phenomenal
strength and stamina. Vas' eyes were closed. Her long, pink tongue
slipped out to lick a drop of her own cum from the tip of her finely
chiseled nose. Her hair was matted with cum and sweat, and several
strings of cum were visible against the glossy black thatch. God, that
third orgasm had been so fucking huge!
Ro turned her head. Vas' huge organ lay right next to her face. Now
softened, it was still quite huge, ten inches long at least, and so
amazingly thick! It lay to the side, draped over Vas' dark, muscular
thigh, the dark, subtle, earthy scent of Ro's rectum clinging to it. The
knot had already retreated into its tight, slitted sheath. Warm, wet,
glistening with her cum, Vas huge penis still dripped sexual fluids down
the side of her thigh. Ro began to gently tongue the woman's swollen,
bright-red cock clean, listening appreciatively as Vas moaned and softly
grunted with pleasure.
"Jesus," Vas breathed. "That was so fucking good!" The Cruzer woman was
now watching her thick, kinky, cherry-red cock get lightly tongued by her
girlfriend. Exhausted by her sexual ordeal, she enjoyed the selfish
pleasure of Ro's oral attentions. It was almost like having a paid whore
of her own, getting serviced like some stud thoroughbred after an intense
mating session. --Very decadent-- Vas decided, as she felt Ro's lips
descend her swollen cock and over her wet pussy. Vas growled softly as Ro
gently held Vas' huge dick aloft, so as to better access the woman's
dripping cunt. And access it she did, licking and nuzzling all around and
up into Vas' tight, moist cunt. Gently, with one hand holding up the
softened bulk of Vas' massive erection, Ro slid her nimble tongue in and
out of the Cruzer's vagina.
Absolutely exhausted, a jizz-soaked Vas slid into a deep, lasting sleep.
When she awoke, many hours later, she found Ro laying on her chest, her
dark-haired head nestled against Vas left breast, sound asleep.
"Computer, Zulu time please?" the Enterprise's Security Chief called
softly to the data terminal next to Ro's bed, "And respond at bare human
auditory level. . ." For Vas of course, that presented no problem.
"Zulu time 03:15.54," the computer replied with obedient, barely-audible
hush.
Vas lifted her hand to Ro's naked back, surprised to find it still
semen-sticky; Ro hadn't taken a sonic. Oddly, this made Vas feel very
pleased, that her friend had wanted to stay with her, that she didn't mind
being covered with Vas' issue.
Softly stroking her sleeping friend, Vas turned to the computer.
"Computer," she began, "Notify Dr. Crusher in the morning that I'll be in
to see her at 08:00, and that she may have me for three hours."
"Request completed," the computer intoned.
"Next, hail Lieutenant Hicks' quarters." Hicks was Vas' second in command
in security, a man who she had great plans for. He was *quality*
material.
After a gratifyingly brief delay, Hicks' scruffy blond head appeared on
the data terminal's monitor. He was absently running his hand through his
hair, as if trying to stimulate his brain into functioning correctly.
--Good-- Vas thought idly, --he can jump from zero to at least conscious
in a relatively short time period.-- Vas slept very lightly, and only
needed about three to four hours of sleep per night; she could kill
instantly from the moment of awakening.
"What's the op, Major?" he asked in his breathy, sexy voice. --Nice--
Vas found herself thinking again. --Already he's picked up my command
style-- Vas had given the security team, or the "squad" as she now called
it, a brief intro into Marine Corps lingo, telling them that she had no
intention of learning Starfleet-ese just for their sakes. Obviously, she
didn't need to tell Hicks anything twice. Her penis gave a painful
twitch, reminding her of how she'd abused it last night, but also
informing her that *it*, at least, found Hicks very appetizing. --I
wonder how cool he'd be about fucking with a Cruzer?-- Vas found herself
thinking briefly.
She tore herself away from her thoughts, to address Hicks. "I just wanted
to let you know that I won't be in to Security until 11:30 today; I've got
a medical exam with Dr. Crusher." Vas smiled ruefully. "I guess she
can't wait to get her hands on me. . ." she laughed softly, trying out a
little Marine-style humor on Hicks.
"Sounds like *love* at first sight," he replied without hesitation.
--Damn!-- Vas thought, --I *like* him--
Both officers realized, of course, that the sleeping form of Ensign Ro was
fully exposed to the monitor's vid-pickup, thus giving Hicks a hell of a
view. Hicks had been speaking a purposefully low tones, so as not to
awaken Ro. Vas had planned it that way; she had wanted to give Hicks a
nice, long look, to see what his reaction would be. Vas was gratified in
the extreme that while Hicks had taken a deliberate look at the naked
Bajoran draped across his superior officer's similarly-naked chest, he had
*not* said *anything* about it, exactly as Vas had hoped he'd react. Vas
had a dim view of a great many Starfleet officers, for this reason:
sexual tension *had* to be acknowledged aboard ship. If such tension was
ignored, or subordinated, it *always* came back at you in other, less
desirable forms (anger, jealousy, envy, intolerance, etc. . .). So many
Starfleet commanders failed to even consider the sexual tension on their
ships. Marines knew how to *use* sexual tension, turning it into
camaraderie, friendship, and, when necessary, violence. Right now, Vas
was building a duralloy-strong command relationship with Hicks, based on
sexual tension. Later, after Hicks had proved himself worthy, Vas would
take him to her bed and fuck his brains out, as *only* a Cruzer could.
Suddenly, Vas caught a strange look in Hicks' eye. Something about the
way he'd said "love". She took a guess, deciding to test Hicks to the
full, right here and now.
"Darryl," Vas said softly, "Have you fucked Crusher?" She saw the
blushing, sweet smile spread across his face as he looked down at his
feet, and knew that Hicks was going to make an *awesome* second officer.
"Yeah. . ." he replied simply, his face telling the story.
Vas considered him for a moment. "Does she swing both ways?"
Darryl's eyes slid back up to Vas', and the sexual power she saw there
momentarily surprised Vas. --What a find!-- Guessing again, Vas asked
softly, "You've shared her with another woman?"
Darryl now laughed softly, blushing even more brightly. "Outstanding. .
." he replied softly, complementing his superior officer.
"Who?"
With no hesitation this time, he replied, "Counselor Troi."
--Well, shit!-- Vas thought. "O.K. Hicks, here's how it is. I'm asking
you these questions for a reason. . ."
"I know. . ." he responded immediately. "You can tell me later. But you
look like you could use some sleep just now. I suggest you get some,
ma'am."
Vas knew that if she listened to this man much longer, she was going to
have to come down to his quarters and do something about it. She closed
her mouth.
And then opened it again. Hicks had moved slightly to the side, allowing
Vas to see his bed.
Geordi LaForge was in it, as sound asleep as was Ro, and just as obviously
recovering from post-sex exhaustion.
"I will *never* underestimate you again, soldier," Vas told her
subordinate simply, calling him by the highest term of respect she could
think of. "Keep the squad on that physical fitness regimen I gave you
yesterday; you're in charge until I get back."
"Yes, ma'am," he replied.
Vas closed the connection, musing on her new life aboard the USS
Enterprise.
She'd found home.
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