Star Trek: The Next Fornication 6/6
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Troi entered, and walked over to the bar. Guinan handed her two quadruple
chocolate fudge brownie delights. She went to the table and sat with Robin
"Hi, Counselor," said Robin.
"Hello, Ensign," she said, smiling at Robin. "Hello, Wesley," she said,
turning to look at Wesley and rubbing her foot up to Wesley's crotch.
He took a big gulp of his drink.
"Mmmmmmm, I just love these chocolate things," Robin said.
"Yes, they're almost better than sex," said Deanna, pressing on Wesley's
crotch with her foot.
"I wouldn't know about that. Yet. . ." Robin said, putting a spoonful
quickly into her mouth and putting on an oh-so-innocent face. Deadpan all the
"Trust me, Robin. They're both very nice. Right, Wes?" she said,
squeezing his cock with her toes.
Wesley took a big gulp just as Robin spoke again.
"So, like, Wesley, you wanna go back to my cabin and fuck?" she said.
The drink spewed. At least the part of it that didn't choke. Wesley
quickly set the glass down on the table and used his sleeve to wipe away the
bourbon and snot which was dripping out of his nose.
"Ewwwwwwwwww! Oh, ewwwwwwww! Yuck! Barf! Gag me with a dringle!" said
Guinan, throwing a bar towel at Wesley and hitting him in the face with it.
A big, long, drippy drool of mucous was stringing from Wesley's left
nostril, and he quickly wiped it away with the bar towel.
"W. . .w. . .what did you say?" he whispered.
"She said, 'So, like, Wesley, you wanna go back to my cabin and fuck?'!"
shouted the assembled multitude in Ten Forward -- in perfect unison.
Glaring at them with that "Be-careful-or-I'll-save-the-ship-AGAIN" look,
Wesley turned back to Robin.
"What about sensitivity? What about friendship? What about foreplay?" he
"We can do all that shit later," she said, eating the last bite of her
quadruple chocolate fudge brownie delight. "Let's go. Thanks for the
excellent quadruple chocolate fudge brownie delight, Counselor!"
"You're quite welcome, Ensign," Deanna said as Robin left the table.
"Go get her, Wesley," Deanna whispered.
Robin walked toward those nice wood-grain doors with the excellent etched
The doors swished open and Riker entered.
"Just coincidence," thought the crew.
"Excuse me, Commander," Robin said, exiting the room.
Riker stood in the doorway, admiring Robin's ass and smiling.
"Excuse me, Commander," Wes said as he exited and caught up with Robin.
Riker stood in the doorway, admiring Wesley's ass and smiling.
"Can I get you something, Commander?" Guinan said in that peculiar way she
has of smiling and talking at the same time without opening her mouth.
"Sure, Guinan. A glass of synthehol," he said, still looking down the
corridor after Robin and Wesley.
The doors swished shut as he came into the room.
Robin and Wesley turned and looked at the door. Then they turned to each
"Probably just coincidence," they said at the same time.
They burst into laughter and went into the turbolift.
"Deck twelve," Robin said.
They entered her cabin, and Robin dimmed the lights. She slowly and
sensuously stripped, dancing nude in front of Wesley, rubbing her cunt against
his crotch, which throbbed out to meet her. Then she knelt and began removing
"This mission is going to be very interesting, I do believe," Wesley said,
In Ten Forward, Deanna just smiled to herself and finished her quadruple
chocolate fudge brownie delight, rolling her tongue so sensuously around the
spoon that every male in the room nearly shot a wad in his pants. She smiled
at Will, who was trying (unsuccessfully, as Deanna read Guinan's thoughts) to
hit on Guinan. She winked at Guinan and left Ten Forward.
Stopping by Robin's cabin and "eavesdropping", she could sense the passion
of the two ensigns. Deanna realized that the addition of Ensign Leffler would
provide some very interesting combinations, and she couldn't wait to try them
"Another fine job by the Ship's Counselor," she said to herself, and left
to go find Tasha and Beverly.
Back in the cabin, Wesley and Robin were leaning back against the head of
"So that was your first time, huh?" he said.
"Yeah. It was super. I'm glad I waited for you," Robin replied.
"So you've never done a group grope?" Wesley asked, his eyebrows rising.
"Nuh-uh. I fooled around with my roommate at the academy, but other than
her, you're the only one I've ever done anything with. . . Why do you ask?"
"Oh, no particular reason," he said, grinning.
Wes lay back, smiling and imagining himself entwined in a mass of female
bodies consisting of the four sexiest women on the ship. Pussy licking, cock
sucking, ass poking. . .
It was going to be a very interesting mission indeed!
[ THE END? ]