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Cruzing (ff/fff/mf/nc/bd/ds/alien/startrek)
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non-consentual depictions of sexual interaction, both hetero and
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CRUZING
Chapter Seven: Bound for Glory (part7 b)
Much later that same evening, the heavy, sensually cloying tang of musky,
cinnamony semen hung in the air of the warm bedroom, clinging to each,
deep breath that Vas took as she recovered from her orgasm. She lay on
her back on her bed, propped on her elbows, her muscular legs comfortably
spread, watching as Beverly Crusher slowly spread thin, hot Cruzer semen
all over Vas' hard, muscle-ridged stomach. Vas felt her heartbeat
gradually returning to normal, after what had been a sweet, delicious,
90-second long orgasm, relatively mild by Vas' own high standards.
Bev wore a look of otherworldly fascination, and she allowed her slippery
fingers to trace each of Vas' washboard ridges of abdominal musculature,
and Vas kept them tense half involuntarily, and half because the good
doctor seemed to be getting off on Vas' powerful, butch body.
"I don't think I'll *ever* get tired of, or used to, seeing you climax,
Juanita," Bev said in a slow, soft voice tense with arousal. To be sure,
this was difficult for the older woman, to admit, much less indulge, such
wild desires, to satisfy curiosities about xenosexuality that were only
*part* clinical. "It's the most amazing thing I've ever seen; if Dr. Cruz
weren't such a perverted bastard, I'd have to commend him." Bev looked up
at Vas from her current position, lying between Vas' legs on her stomach.
Vas was totally, comfortably naked, while Bev still wore her slip and bra.
Vas' bed was randomly moistened with her orgasmic fluids, which had arced
several feet high during initial ejaculation. The little scream that Bev
had given when Vas finally come was one the Security Chief would treasure.
"I hope that you're not insulted. . ."
Vas smiled gently, looking down at the woman between her legs. "No,
lover, I'm flattered." As before, those months ago when Doctor Crusher
had first seen to Vas' triprostate injury, Bev was intimately shocked by
being referred to as Vas' lover. Vas kept her mindfucking of the blushing
doctor to a minimum, not wanting to overload her. Indeed, Vas had been
more than content to keep up a string of benign chatter earlier while Bev
had masturbated her. The evening had started on a professional level,
with Bev hesitantly having chimed at Vas' door rather late, at 22:00. Vas
had been wearing a cropped, sleeveless "Property of Starfleet Marine
Corps" tank top and authentic denim cutoffs, while Bev had, of course,
been in her uniform. Vas had been working out with her own grav-weights,
and had been bathed in a light sheen of sweat when Bev had arrived.
And so, they had chatted about the importance of proper stretching
exercises for the security squad to minimize injuries, made arrangements
for Richards to get the time off to study with Bev in Sickbay, joked
lightly about Barclay (who had made an excellent recovery). Vas had
continued to work out with the weights while Bev made entries in her
datapad, and had watched Bev subtly but carefully, looking for signs of
arousal. Finally, with Vas showing off a little for Bev, applying a bit
more weight than she usually worked out with, a working herself up into a
drenching sweat (and partially, and involuntarily, extending her penis in
her cutoffs, as often happened when Vas treated herself to a really hard
workout session), losing herself a little in the sweet, hot burn of her
muscles, she had suddenly felt Beverly's hands on her shoulders, gently
wiping away the small rivulets of sweat, tracing the cleaves between her
anterior and posterior deltoids, feeling the thick, hard swell of each
muscle, gently caressing the tense, rigid bulges of her powerful biceps
and triceps, lightly running her fingers over the striated muscle fibers
startlingly evident on Vas' powerful physique.
"I don't know how to do this, Juanita, I. . ." the doctor had tried to
say, but Vas had just turned her head and lightly kissed Bev, sharing the
salt of her perspiration with the woman, gently caressing Bev's lips with
the nimble, dagger-like tip of her tongue. Vas' totally black eyes had
held Bev's fast. When Vas broke the kiss, she had held a finger to her
lips, indicating that words were unnecessary at that point.
Vas had led the older woman by the hand into her bathroom, and had sat Bev
down near the tub. Then, Vas had silently peeled the wet, clinging tank
top and shorts off of her sweaty body, turning around to show Bev her the
hanging length of her partially extended penis. She'd run a bath for
herself, just warm water, no soap, and had eased gently into it, all for
Beverly's benefit. Vas had enjoyed showing the doctor the thin cleaning
wand that she used to gently probe deep into her penile sheath, carefully
removing the small accumulated paste of urine, semen, and dead skin that
tended to collect there; the Cruzer was extremely fastidious in that
regard. She'd spread her hips and legs right in front of the doctor,
balancing on the edge of the tub, as she'd slid the probe gently back and
forth deep inside her sheath, gasping softly as she did so, feeling more
of her red cock slip out under the weird, probing caress. And, by god,
Beverly had slipped to her knees in front of Vas' spread loins, to better
observe the process, watching as Vas had begun to occasionally fondle her
penis as she probed. Finally, when Vas had finished, she'd left herself
with a semi-firm, ten inch erection.
Vas had led the unresisting doctor back into her bedroom, and had lain on
the bed, dimming the lights simultaneously. "Explore me," Vas had said
simply, and then closed her eyes. It had been a long, silent minute
before Vas had felt the thrill of Beverly's gentle, graceful hands
intimately touch her penis (it had been the very first thing she'd
touched). And then, that long, sweet, unbelievably sexy cock-massage by
the doctor, who'd finally found the courage to comment softly on Vas'
now-shaved condition. Vas had found it necessary to continue to keep
herself shaved totally bare in the aftermath of her shore leave with Hicks
on Starbase 63, for the regrowth of her pubic hair was a scratchy, bristly
nightmare that Vas had no desire to subject herself to. Daily
applications of growth retardant lotion had become a ritual for Vas,
necessary to keep her dense pubic thatches at bay. Occasionally, to
torment herself, Vas used the razor. Bev had rather self-consciously told
Vas that she preferred her smooth, unlike Deanna, who, the doctor told
her, preferred Vas as animal-like as possible, the more pubic hair, the
better.
So, the beautiful, sweetly hesitant redhead had slowly, carefully, lightly
tortured Vas in the most pleasurable way with her patient masturbation,
while Vas continued to chat (in a voice that grew steadily more feverish
and breathy) about various small-talk items regarding the ship and its
crew. At the end, Beverly, to her fledgling arousal, had masturbated Vas
right over the brink, and watched as the Cruzer had squirted all over the
place.
Now, Vas eased her elbows out from under her and lay down fully onto her
back, enjoying immensely the feeling of Bev's warm, slippery,
semen-drenched hand rubbing her wet belly. Her thick, vibrant-red penis
lay draped over her left thigh, still dripping small, frequent drops of
thin, clear fluid from the tip of its fleshy red bevel. It was now a
swollen, foot-long, two-inch thick snake of supple, semi-erect flesh,
twitching lazily with anti-climactic arousal. Vas knew that it probably
wouldn't stay semi-erect for long; she felt very potent this evening, and
had found her first orgasm with surprising ease, simply enjoying the
rising pleasure of the doctor's masturbation until she'd been nearly
surprised by the sudden, forceful ejaculation of semen all over herself.
The doctor's hands now wandered up Vas' muscular, smooth-skinned torso.
Her left hand paused to lightly caress the circular, irregular outlines of
the whitish scar decorating Vas upper abdomen. "Oh, Juanita, this must
have been terrible!" Beverly breathed softly, the tender, motherly concern
once again lightly mindfucking Vas.
"Yeah," Vas said simply. "The corpsman had to gather about six yards of
my intestines onto the stretcher with me when they finally evac'd me.
Pretty disgusting. I never saw the bastard who fired that fucking
grenade." One of the doctor's hands now openly caressed the scar, while
her other hand had slipped up Vas naked, sweaty chest to fondle the
Cruzer's right breast. Bev's thumb rubbed sensually back and forth over
the large, dead-black nipple, spreading the first tiny drops of sweet,
syrupy lactation over the aureole.
"You've been through so much . . . been so abused," Beverly breathed,
bending her head closer to more fully examine the scar. The irregular,
faint laceration lines radiated from the central two-inch wide, gray-white
oval, several extending a further two inches away from the scar's slightly
rough center. The grenade had truly ripped the Cruzer wide open; if it
had exploded inside her, rather than passing completely through, Vas would
have been killed. "Let me take care of you," Bev told Vas in a deeper,
more intimate voice."
"There's nobody's hands I'd rather be in, baby," Vas murmured, and gasped
softly as Bev began to lick the scar clean of the sweat and semen clinging
to it. It was an astoundingly intimate feeling, to have Bev's tongue
slipping back and forth over her taut abdomen, to feel her lips kissing
the hot, light-brown skin. Vas lay back and slipped a pillow under her
head, so that she could watch Bev hesitantly at first, and then more
boldly, explore her alien body.
For a long while, the only sound was the soft slither of Beverly's tongue
over Vas' body, and the occasional soft grunt or moan from Vas. The
doctor treated Vas to a thorough, intimate tongue-bath, which began at her
belly, and soon expanded its coverage to include her stomach, arms and
shoulders. For a long, full minute, Beverly gently licked at the
bullet-hole pucker over Vas' left breast, cooing "Poor, sweet baby," in a
soft, sexy murmur. The doctor seemed to really be getting off on all of
Vas' previous injuries. Doctors!
Beverly spent a long time tonguing and sucking at Vas' big, black nipples,
thoroughly licking the wide, ebony aureoles and entertaining each of the
stiff, erect, bright red teats with her patient, sucking lips. To her
delight, Vas found Beverly very responsive to suggestions about how to
best pleasure her. She asked the attentive redhead to suck at the teats
more strongly, and was gratified by the long "mmmmmmm" which the doctor
issued as her suction pulled more of the thick, sweet lactation from the
nipples. when Vas then asked Bev to start tenderly biting the nipples,
she complied with careful enthusiasm, and sensually tortured the gasping
Cruzer with the most erotic, lovely nips and nibbles imaginable.
"Ohh, Jesus, Bev!" Vas moaned. "That is *so* fucking good, you really
know what makes me tick." It was a statement designed both to honestly
congratulate Bev for her fine oral skills, and also to build her
confidence, let her know that she really was driving Vas slowly, lovingly,
sensually insane.
"That's it Bev, lick it all over," Vas coached Bev in a soft voice, almost
a whisper, watching as Bev licked slowly, repeatedly at each thick nipple.
"God, you're really getting to me." Vas slid one of her hands behind
Bev's head and softly stroked the red hair. "Computer, dim lights another
half. . ." Satisfied with the soft, low lighting, Vas stretched out and
let Bev indulge herself.
Bev did just that, sniffing, licking, and times sucking, and generally
leaving no portion of Vas' hot anatomy unattended with her tongue.
*Except* for her pubic area. That, Bev bypassed entirely, perhaps teasing
herself for the moment, or perhaps still a little too intimidated. At any
rate, the beautiful older woman's tongue journeyed to Vas' head after its
indulgences at her nipples, and almost immediately descended to Vas' own
lips, there to engage Vas in one of the sweetest, mellowest, most mature
kisses Vas had ever had. The kiss started gently, with Bev just lightly
touching her cherry lips to Vas' darker, slightly thicker ones. But
gradually, with Vas opening her mouth to the woman, Beverly began to
explore hesitantly between Vas sharp, perfect white teeth, to finally make
loving contact with Vas' own serpentine tongue. Their tongues dance slow
and close together for long minutes as the two women breathed through
their noses. Vas made soft, and quite genuine noises of arousal at being
kissed so sensually, which seemed to beckon Beverly to explore more deeply
in Vas' mouth, until, finally, the doctor's mouth was open *wide*,
covering Vas' completely. In that position, Beverly *completely* licked
every surface inside Vas' mouth, tasting the light hint of cinnamon
implicit in all of Vas' bodily secretions; however, here, in Vas' saliva,
the light, sweet spice was uncut by other, more animal tastes and scents.
Vas, for her part, enjoyed tremendously the enticing sensation of
Beverly's own saliva dripping freely and liberally from the woman's mouth
and into Vas'. Vas found herself swallowing occasionally. At the end of
the kiss, Beverly gently explored Vas' gums and teeth with her tongue's
tip, and lingered particularly on the exaggerated points of Vas' canine
teeth.
With tender passion, Bev slipped her tongue from Vas' mouth and broke the
kiss at last, breathing a little heavy. She laughed a little self
consciously, and Vas laughed gently with her. "God, Bev!" Vas breathed,
"That was, without a doubt, the hottest, most intense kiss I have ever
been given." This caused the doctor Bev to blush lightly. Vas reached up
to stroke her face. "Do you have any idea how much you're turning me on?"
With a secret, mischievous little smile, Bev looked down over Vas'
reclined, glistening body, and issued a very small, "Ohh!" as she saw the
magnitude of Vas' erection. The kiss alone had brought it to another
lush, fully swollen state of arousal, and both urethras were leaking clear
fluid. It's vibrant red length lay wet, throbbing, and *huge* on her
belly, and drooled onto Vas' stomach, *well* above her belly button. It
was comfortably between twelve and thirteen inches, and two and a half
inches thick. The knot had not yet emerged. "Well," Bev said in that
soft, sexy, motherly, common-sense tone she affected whenever she examined
something that piqued her curiosity, "I'd have to say yes, I do have some
idea."
For having displayed herself so virily, Vas was rewarded with another,
even more passion open-mouthed kiss, as Bev slipped her tongue in and out
of Vas' mouth, and also licked at her lips, kissed her nose, cheeks, and
chin, all of which conspired to bring Vas to a full, even more firmly
erect state. As Beverly turned Vas' head gently to the side and kissed
and licked at her ears, biting them gently at Vas' urging, Vas felt
herself squirt lightly from both her upper and lower clefts, dotting her
chest with runny drops of clear ejaculate. --Now *this* is going to be a
nice big *wet* one-- Vas thought to herself with wicked amusement,
referring to her next orgasm.
As Bev tenderly chewed Vas' neck, Vas breathed, "This next orgasm is going
to be really, really big, I can tell, and very wet. Is that gonna be O.K.
with you?" Vas didn't want to break her new sex partner.
Bev moved her head back into Vas field of view. "Of course, Juanita!" she
assured the Cruzer. "I think your orgasm cycle is one of the twelve
wonders of the galaxy!" She kissed Vas lightly before continuing.
"Besides, I'd really like to see it again; from what I know about your
reproductive physiology, I get the impression that your last ejaculation
was pretty mild. . ."
"Maybe," Vas conceded, "but it was still pretty fucking delicious." She
grunted softly as Beverly's tongue went to work on the broad muscles of
Vas right shoulder, tracing the long, semi-circular scar winding from back
to front. She smiled wickedly as Beverly somewhat shyly asked the
security officer to describe the circumstances surrounding the scar.
"Oh, that. . ." Vas began. "Cardassian disruptor, just last year. I got
Fleet care for that one, because the Marine docs decided that they
couldn't fix my arm sufficiently for me to have full use of it." As Vas
talked, Bev licked and chewed gently the swelled muscles, gently extending
the arm out to Vas' side. "The blast blew the shoulder joint out of the
socket, and half ripped it off. I was wearing a phase-shielded headband,
but its capacitors must have been nearly maxed, because that fucking
disruptor just *blew* it down and ripped me up good." Vas was amused by
how much these little war stories aroused Beverly. "Does my telling you
this stuff turn you on, Bev?" she asked honestly, an honest curiosity
which Bev could see in the Cruzer's face, despite her coal-black eyes
Beverly blushed sweetly yet again. "Yes, I guess it must. I'm not sure
why." The redheaded doctor thought about it for a moment, gently licking
along the beautiful swell of Vas' right bicep (which the Cruzer flexed for
her). "I think. . ." she began almost reluctantly, "I think I'm attracted
to your strength, your ruggedness. . ."
"You mean, you like that I'm really butch," Vas teased the doctor lightly.
"That's all right," she continued, letting the doctor smoothly off the
hook, "Deanna and Ro both think the same way. They were both a little
upset that I'd let Hicks shave me, Deanna in particular. That Betazoid is
one fucking *kinky* bitch. She likes me *really* beasty." Vas and Bev
laughed lightly over that. Vas lifted her right arm and put it smoothly
behind her head, exposing her right armpit and revealing its smooth
texture and somewhat kinky dark skin color. "I have to admit, it's taken
some getting used to, being so smooth like this.
Vas was quite surprised, and deeply aroused, when Bev rather suddenly bent
down to lick out the dark, sweaty hollow under her arm, her tongue running
all over the smooth, wet, musky skin, cleaning her intimately. Bev
inhaled deeply the Cruzer's intimate, rather masculine scent. She then
leaned up to kiss Vas yet again, sharing the salty, animal tang of the
Cruzer's own body with her. Bev then intimately, erotically cleaned the
other armpit with her tongue, sensually servicing the Cruzer's intimate
needs.
At that point, Beverly slid slowly down Vas hot, moist, fragrant body,
pausing only to lick her dusky nipples clean of a fresh accumulation of
sticky sap, and also to pause over Vas' loins, inhaling the thick,
powerful, tangy smell of the Cruzer's exotic sexual equipment. Given the
moist, membrane-like quality of the Cruzer's penis, Bev found that it
exuded a heavy, musky, dank smell, quite feral and uncivilized, and yet
deliciously ripe and tangy. It made Beverly's mouth water at the same
time that it assaulted her nose.
Beverly did not touch the massive organ, however, instead slipping down
all the way to the foot of Vas' bed. There, she lovingly, tenderly licked
Vas' small, sensitive feet. As Vas gasped at the sensation, Beverly took
each of Vas' toes into her mouth and sucked softly, and lingeringly, on
each, digging delicately between them and cleaning them but *good*. By
the time she was finish, Vas was moaning openly.
As Bev looked up at the gasping Cruzer, she was comprehensively shocked by
the appearance of Vas' enormous penis. It had now stood *straight* up, an
absolutely vertical tower of naked, deep-scarlet flesh, a full thirteen
inches long and monstrously, ferociously hard. The veins had sprung into
vivid, distended definition, squiggling around the thick shaft like
bluish/purple worms. The difference in diameters between the massive
flare of the foreshaft and the slimmer midshaft was particularly
astonishing, nearly a half an inch contradiction in shaft thickness, which
gave Vas' huge penis a wholly alien appearance that cut like a knife right
through Beverly Crusher's calm, clinical demeanor and firmly stabbed the
juicy, liquid center of her brain that controlled her deepest, darkest
desires. The tapered, beveled tip of the mighty weapon was *tossing*
small, rapid spits of semen proudly, almost nonchalantly into the air,
from both tubes. Beverly saw that the monumental girth of Vas' erection
had spread her vulva open quite widely, to the point where Bev could
easily see directly into Vas' vaginal channel. The pink, wet inner flesh
twitched fitfully, and a slick trail of vaginal juices drained from the
open orifice, wetting Vas' perineum.
"OH, JUANITA!" came the doctor's voice, sharing equal parts horror and
fascination. She could see that Vas was panting lightly, her smooth belly
rippling sensually. "My *god*, that's so unbelievably. . . amazingly. .
. MY GOD!"
Vas had to smile at Bev's search for words. Looking down, even the Cruzer
had to admit that she had been *powerfully* aroused by the doctor's sweet,
almost unknowing sexual torture of Vas. It showed. Vas could feel the
seminal fluids slipping fitfully through her sexual plumbing and up the
long shaft, and the half that wasn't ejected into the air slid down the
already-slippery shaft in runny rivulets, to drip into her own vagina or
into the split of her buttocks.
"Oh, ah, I-I-I'm almost. . . uhhn. . . afraid to tell you. . . Uhhhnn!
how much fucking come I'm *fucking* g-g-gonna cream." Vas forgot how to
speak as Bev suddenly gathered her courage and slid her hand up to
tenderly take the massive penis into her right hand. She gently held it
just behind the foreshaft, although her hand still did not reach but
halfway around the huge, crimson snake. Vas gave a hard, lusty grunt of
pleasure as she accustomed herself to having the doctor's hand around her
tumescent, dripping penis.
"It's O.K., Juanita, just relax and let it happen," the doctor soothed.
"I'm right here." Then, as if it were suddenly the most natural thing in
the world, that odd, highly intoxicating mix of sweet, motherly concern
and clinical understanding came to the fore, as the redhead began to slide
her hand up and down Vas' wet, potent cock, allowing the huge foreshaft to
expand her hand, rubbing her fingertip in gentle circles over the fleshy,
wedgy tip, even lightly running the tip of her little finger first into
the wide upper cleft, and then into the similarly dilated lower cleft,
gently cleaning out each slitted orifice.
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