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Star Trek TNG: Close Encounters of the Sexual Kind
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Subj : REPOST Sextrek 7
Meanwhile, down in his cabin, Ensign Wesley Crusher was lying
naked on his bed, listening to the sounds of hot, energetic
fucking emanating from the bridge. He could hear
everything... every word... every moan... every wet slap
of flesh against flesh, and it was driving him crazy. He
had heard Counselor Troi urging Commander Data to fuck her in
no uncertain terms, and it had excited him immensely. But it was
his mother's cries of shameless, wanton lust that seemed to
effect him the strongest.
He imagined the Captain's cock pumping in and out of
his mother's cunt. He had his own cock clenched tightly in
his fist, jerking it slowly up and down the rigid shaft
as he visualized them fucking. He had to go slowly, because
he was extremely excited. His young prick was rock-hard
and had grown to gigantic proportions. With a groan, he
slowed down the strokes on his dick even further. He was
close to orgasm, but he didn't want to come yet. Wesley
wanted to shoot when his mother came, and by the sound of her
increasingly loud squeals and moans of pleasure, he
suspected his mother was equally as close.
All his friends on the ship said his mother was
beautiful. Lately, some of them had even started making lewd
cracks about her. He had become angry at first, but
once he thought about it, he couldn't blame them. His mother
was a sexy woman, and he was proud of her. A guy had to be
proud to have a mother like that.
Wesley had never seen her without clothes, but right now
he'd give a year's pay to see his mother as she was at this
very moment... bare-ass naked and spread over the ship's main
console... her horny ass stuck up in the air, and her long
shapely legs wide apart as Picard slammed his big, fat cock
in and out of her drooling snatch. He was jealous of
course. He wished he was up there in the Captain's place,
fucking his beautiful, naked, horny mother, instead of lying
on his bunk alone, jerking off.
Wesley was surprisingly well hung for his age, and he
knew it. He took pride in the fact that his cock was much
bigger than any of his young friend's boyish members,
and he knew if his mother could see it right now, she'd be
proud too. He couldn't wait to show her!
Over the speaker, he heard Counselor Troi, cry out in
ecstasy as Commander Data reamed out her horny little
cunt. He'd fuck that sexy bitch, Deanna too... he thought,
picturing the beautiful Counselor bucking up and down on
his hard cock. Ohhhh yeah... and suck her tits and pussy...
uhhhhhh, yeah... and ram his cock up her hot little ass!
He'd fuck 'em both, he thought... in the mouth... up the
cunt... in the ass... yeahhhhh... every woman on the damn
ship... fuck them ALL....Ohhhhh, yeahhhhhh, fuck 'em all
till they dropped!
His mind filled with wanton pictures of women and girls
in various poses... all naked and spread and willing, their
hot squirming flesh wrapped tightly around the thick
shaft of his prick as he slammed it deep into their horny
cunts. Their lust-contorted faces flashed before his
tightly closed eyes... Deanna Troi... Sherri...
Lieutenant Yarr... even Guinan... but especially his mother!
He imagined himself fucking her. His hard, virile young
prick pumping in and out of her wet, hairy cunthole.
Wesley opened his mouth and moaned aloud, his fist almost a
blur as it moved rapidly up and down the length of his
man-sized cock.
"Ohhh, Mom! I wanna fuck you!", he moaned. "I wanna
fuck you so bad!"
On the bridge, the real fucking was reaching a
climax. Wesley's mother was crying out louder now, urging
Captain Picard to fuck her harder. Troi was whimpering
incessantly, her moans of ecstasy almost drowned out by the
loud slurping sound of Data's impossibly-huge appendage
slamming in and out of her sopping wet cunt. Within seconds
of each other both women screamed loudly, writhing in the
throes of orgasm.
Troi, clung to her android lover and hunched her
hips upwards, repeatedly mashing her cuntlips and clit
against the hard knobs which now surrounded the base of
Data's metamorphic prick. She screamed and screamed as her
orgasm ripped through her. Beverly Crusher rammed her
creaming cunt back against Picard's powerful reaming thrusts and
arched her back as she came. Her loud squeals of pleasure
echoed throughout the ship.
His mother's climactic screams were the signal young
Wesley had been waiting for. Taking his purple,
blood-engorged cock in both hands the boy squeezed hard, and
began fucking into his tightly clenched fists. It was his
favorite way of jerking off, and always had him over the
edge in no time. This time though, young Wesley was so
aroused, that hearing his mother come made him climax
immediately. He groaned and began to pump on his swollen
dick real hard. His eyes wide open, he stared at the
head of his cock, listening to his mother's screams of
pleasure. His prick jerked suddenly in his hands as streams
of hot, creamy spunk shot out of the tip of his cock and
into the air.
Wesley came all over the place. Great gobs of
thick, sperm squirting out of his dilated pisshole like water
out of a fountain. It splattered over his thighs and up onto
his chest, a couple of drops even landed on his face and
dribbled down onto his lips. He closed his eyes and grimaced,
and continued squeezing the last of the juice from his
spurting prick. He fondled his balls and milked his
still-throbbing shaft with both hands until the
contractions died and his orgasm finally faded.
On the bridge as well, all was still. Captain Picard and
Dr. Crusher were slumped in each other's arms. Picard's
softening prick had slithered from her quivering cunt and
they lay together on the floor, gasping for breath. Nearby,
Data still had his synthetic cock firmly imbedded inside
Counselor Troi's gooey twat. Her clinging cuntlips bulged
around the undiminished thickness of the androids plastic prick.
Her hairless crotch, and even her thighs and ass were
saturated with cum, but the sticky juices were entirely
her own, since Data did not have the capability of
ejaculation.
"Ooohhhhhh, Data!", she murmured with regret, as
the android removed his still-hard cock from her swampy
fuckhole.
The removal of his large member left a disappointing
emptiness inside her, but the hot itch in her cunt seemed to
be satisfied for now and the unbearable urges she felt
before were gone, as if the strange force had all but left
the ship or at least was very much weaker. Deanna felt
suddenly happy and fulfilled, yet deep down she knew if the
force returned, she would gladly do again all the lewd and
deliciously depraved things she had done tonight, and
more! Standing up, Data donned his uniform and helped
Deanna to her feet.
"Thank you, Data..." she said, picking up her clothes.
"... for everything!"
"Glad to be of service, Counselor."
"Oh, don't worry Data...", replied Deanna with a
grin. "....you serviced me just fine!"
Blissfully unaware of the humor in Counselor Troi's
remark, Data turned to the Captain and Dr. Crusher who
were also struggling to their feet.
"Are you okay, Captain?", asked Data.
"Yes, Mister Data", answered Picard, handing Dr.
Crusher her clothes. "The force seems to be gone for
now...", then turning to Troi, "Do you still feel it, Dea..
er Counselor Troi?"
"Only faintly Captain, but I have a feeling it may
return, at any time... even stronger."
Picard tried to stop staring at Troi's gorgeous tits and
cunt as she got dressed.
"Um... yes... quite. In that case, I want
everybody in the conference room at 1300hrs tomorrow to
discuss methods of analyzing and counteracting this thing.
Much as I enjoyed it..." he flashed a grin at Dr. Crusher who
grinned sheepishly, "...we can't keep this sort of thing
up and still keep the ship functioning properly.
Any questions...?"
The others shook their heads.
"Alright then, I think we should all get some rest,"
suggested Captain Picard, "... oh, and Data...."
"Yes, Captain?"
"Pick Commander Riker up, and deposit him in his
quarters please. Not only is he out of uniform, he's making
the bridge look untidy"
"Yes, Captain!"
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