2 comments/ 59271 views/ 10 favorites STNG: Beverly Ch. 01 By: Dirt Man Disclaimer: This is a requested sexual fantasy....no trademark infringement is meant and any resemblance to the television show or it's characters is purely a gross figment of our imagination. Chief Medical Officer's Personal Log: Stardate; 14013.2258 All's well in sickbay, and I at last have a moment to myself to reflect on my son Wesley's decision to go off with the Traveler. It's been over six months since my son put his Starfleet career on hold to join that mystic misanthrope, and in that time I've only had time to have sex with a stupid ghost lover of the women in my family, Captain Picard, Will, and Geordie. Data still refuses my subtle advances so I may have to give him a thorough diagnostic check up, and tamper with his sexual dynamic program's input. But I'm still ahead on my secret bet with Counselor Troi, on which of us can fornicate with the most personnel of the bridge crew staff on the Enterprise in one year, as she's still stuck with the honorable Klingon, Worf. She has yet to confront Jean Luc, Geordie, or Data, and I have an ace in the hole that she's totally unaware of, my son Wesley… The door swished open to sick bay then letting Starfleet's only living android in, making Beverly close out her personal log. "What can I do for you Data?" "Doctor Crusher," Commander Data said formally, " I am here for a diagnostic check up at Captain Picard's request." So the stiff-necked bastard was keeping his word, Beverly thought. Maybe dressing up in leather as a scolding bitch, and changing messy diapers was worth the effort after all. But truth be said, Geordie's big black dick up her ass had been a lot more satisfying by a long shot. "If you don't mind commander, I'm off duty, and tired. Also, I'd like to do this in private. What say we meet in my stateroom in an hour? It'll give me time to freshen up, and get comfortable." "As you wish, Doctor," Data replied, then just before leaving, he turned back, and asked, "Is there anything special you require me to bring for this examination?" "Well," Beverly looked thoughtful, "this will be a thorough diagnostic evaluation. So you'd better bring your sexual libido along with you." "Sir?" "You know what I'm talking about Data," she continued, "your human interactive, fully functional, replicator enhanced, male sexual reproductive organs." And when Data's face scrunched up in that perplexed look of a computer working over time to process that last statement, "Your cock and balls silly." "Yes doctor, I understood that. But which set? I have three sizes. Regular, that's the basic package, medium, that's about the size of Geordie, and the terminator, which is better left used on Klingon females, or small earth ponies." "I guess you better bring all three," and it took every ounce of Beverly's reserve strength not to giggle as Data turned away and left sickbay. STNG: Beverly Ch. 02 Disclaimer: This is a requested sexual fantasy....no trademark infringement is meant and any resemblance to the television show or it's characters is purely a gross figment of our imagination. Chief Medical Officer’s Med Log: Stardate; 14014.0837 Footnote* Cancel Captain Picard’s tea and crumpets every Thursday, and reschedule Commander Data for prosthetic’s therapy in its place. Also, alert Commander Geordie Laforge that I may be free for consultation regarding his visor in my stateroom after 1700 today if he’s available… “INTURDER ALERT!” Cried out Commander William T. Riker’s voice over the ship’s intercom system. “ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS! INTRUDER ALERT!” “Okay people,” Doctor Crusher called out to her crew in sickbay, “Get the trauma kits out, and go to your…! Wesley! Wesley?” “Hi Mom!” Wesley answered sheepishly, the upper half of his body sticking out of the bulkhead next to her perpendicularly. “Hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time?” “Not at all, but I think you’ve just set off the Enterprise’s Intruder Alert System.” Then pressing the gold badge attached to her doctor’s gown; “Bridge, this is Doctor Crusher in sickbay.” “Is there a problem down there doctor?” Replied Captain Picard. “I’m not sure, sir. Wesley just… popped in for a visit…” “And you think that Wesley may have inadvertently set off the alert, doctor?” Picard finished for her, a certain edge to his voice that while glade to have Wesley back aboard, he obviously also felt that the young man’s intrusion was still against standard Starfleet protocol. “I’ll get back to you if nothing else shows up on our scans, doctor. Oh, and welcome aboard, Wesley.” “Thank you, sir,” Wesley managed to squeak out before the COM went dead. “And what do we owe the pleasure of your visit to, son?” Beverly inquired after giving Wesley a big hug, and kiss, then sat back down behind her desk, and turned off her med log. “Well,” Wesley did a quick check to see if anyone was nearby then, “I had this feeling that… you know, you might be horny, Mom.” “Translation: Your dick got homesick,” Beverly giggled. “What’s the matter, the Traveler unable to set you up with a little bipedal pussy?” “Awe Mom,” Wesley blushed, “you know there’s no pussy in the universe like your pussy… to me.” “Tell ya what motherfucker,” Beverly used her pet name for him, “I’m not off until 1700, and Geordie is supposed to do me then with that big black dick of his. If you’d like to, you can watch me fuck him from inside of my closet then lick up the mess afterwards. And if you’re a real good boy, I’ll even let you have a piece of ass for your troubles.” Wesley didn’t have a chance to reply as Captain Jean Luc Picard, and Commander William T. Riker entered sickbay at that moment. “Wesley,” Picard took the lead, “we really must find some way for you to visit without setting off the Intruder Alert every time you come aboard…” “What if we gave him a special communicator, Captain?” Will butted in. “One that tells the ship’s computer that it’s Wesley, and not an intruder whenever he shows up here.” “Excellent suggestion number one,” Picard returned, “just one thing.” “What’s that, sir?” “Better make it so that he can’t lose the damn thing.” “His mother could surgically induce it behind his ear just under the skin, or if it’s too big, next to his kidney I suppose.” “I’m sure she’ll stick it somewhere where it will do him the most good.” Picard even managed to say that with a straight face. “Let’s go see what Data, and Geordie can come up with then shall we, Mr. Crusher.” Wesley gave his mother that all too familiar shrug of inevitability just before following Jean Luc, and Will Riker out of sickbay. Beverly had to smile, it was almost like old times again, though not quite. And she knew almost of a certainty that Wesley would be busy with his friends for the rest of the day at least. ************ The hard part hadn’t been to find a way to contain Wesley in her closet so that the lad didn’t embarrass himself while she was fucking Geordie. That had been easy. She’d just chained him up in there naked with the manacles she used on Jean Luc all the time. However the cock and ball harness wasn’t big enough for Wesley since she’d had it custom made for Picard, so Beverly had to get a new one from the replicator. The butt plug, and dildo gag though were quite serviceable, as was the spiked dog collar, and attached chain leash. No, the hard part had been getting Geordie to take off his visor in the sitting room before he became wise of Wesley’s presence in her stateroom. Because unlike her white lovers, Geordie always took the dominant role in their relationship whenever he came to fuck Beverly. In the end she just used simple logic. Once Geordie was in her stateroom, she whisked the visor off, and threw it on the couch. “Oh you’ll pay for that, bitch!” Geordie growled, but allowed Beverly to lead him to her bed just the same. “I want you naked,” Beverly whispered, “Stripped completely, even of your sight when you take me today, Master.” “Damn, baby! I heard you was a kinky white slut, but this is ridiculous. I can’t even see those big floppy titties this way.” “Then let your hands do all of the seeing my stud muffin,” and she brought his hands to her naked breasts under her diaphanous robe. ************ From his vantage point, manacled, plugged, and gagged, naked as a Jurubian Hurler with his nine inch prick crammed stiff inside of a cock and ball harness Wesley couldn’t even move let alone jerk off as he watched Geordie’s black hands caress his mother’s lily white flesh. Worse yet, the cock and ball harness was actually tickling his testicles, and massaging his prick somehow. Not enough to ever allow Wesley to cum, but it would keep his cock raging hard until removed at the very least. A bright young man, Wesley noticed right off the change in guttural language coming from Commander Laforge the moment he’d entered Wesley’s mother’s stateroom. And the way Geordie took charge of Beverly as well when after fondling his mother’s breast for a few moments those black hands pinched both of her nipples, and twisted them roughly causing his mother to go down on her knees. “Now, that’s where you belong, slut,” and Geordie took a couple of seconds to get out of his uniform before standing naked over Wesley’s mother with close to 11 throbbing inches of hard black cock in his right hand, and wagging it in front of his mother’s face first, said; “Suck it whore!” Without hesitation his mother bent forward, and parting her lips let that massive black photon torpedo enter her cocksucking mouth. “Ooooooooooo yeah, baby! Like that! You know how I like it, bitch! Swallow it!” And like some ancient sword swallower his mother gobbled down over half of that prick before easing back to take a fresh breath of air. Then again only this time she took the damn thing down her throat to where her lips kissed Geordie’s short kinky black hairs. In no time Wesley’s mother had a nice smooth rhythm going with her head bobbing up and down the full length of that nasty black plunger with Geordie’s fists full of her burnished hair guiding her with every stroke. “Oh yeah baby!” Geordie crooned. “Suck that big Nigger dick, Ho! Oooooooooooooo yeah! You muther fuck’en cock suck’en white sluts are all the same. Yeah, faster, bitch! I like that! Gonna make you pay with that fine white ass of yours, for taking off my visor,” and he pushed her roughly away, then turned around, and bent over grabbing onto her bed as he spread his legs, “now lick my black ass, shit eater!” Wesley wanted to cum so bad right then that he’d have given his left nut to be out of that confining cock and ball harness. But he couldn’t, even when the plug up his butt started to caress his prostate gland he couldn’t cum. And he dared not struggled so as to make the manacles clatter, or Geordie would hear him. All he could do was salivate around the dildo gag in his mouth. The dildo itself tasted like a real cock in his mouth though nowhere near as huge as the black one his mother had just sucked on in front of him. It was like watching one of those Denebian sleazy peepshow holographs seeing his own mother act like such a whore with the chief engineer of the Enterprise that way. Her hands spreading that black ass, her beautiful face pushing in between those musky shadowed buttocks, and slipping her tongue into Geordie’s shitter the way she did. He’d never known her to be so fucking perverted. Even to the point of giving Wesley such a great peep show as this. Then again, she had committed incest with him since he’d turned 18. Though as he remembered that first time, it had happened accidentally, on the holodeck during one of his fantasy programs with Deanna Troi as the central character. “That’s enough Pig!” Geordie said after several minutes of being rimmed, and straightened up, turning back to face her once again. “Your turn to bend over, bitch,” and Geordie grabbed at her titties, and squeezed them as he maneuvered her into position. Now Wesley’s mother was bent over her bed standing spread eagled as Geordie moved carefully in behind her while at the same time lifting her gossamer robe out of the way. Once Geordie felt that he was lined up, he guided his big black cock right up into Wesley’s mother’s cunt in one smooth stroke. “Ahhhhhhhhhh yeah! White pussy! I love it! Always wet, always ready for some big Nigger dick. Gonna knock your silly white ass up good if you ain’t on any birth control, slut. Then everybody will know you fucks Niggers.” “Oh shit! I’m cum…ing!” His mother cried out suddenly. “Yessssssssssssss! Knock me up you dirty black bastard! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck ME!” In moments Geordie’s big black cock was sawing in and out with long deep strokes, fucking Wesley’s mother at a blinding speed. Those black tennis sized balls slappity slapping against her mound on every inward gut wrenching thrust. The contrasts in their skin coloration, Geordie’s toned body, his mothers soft lush flesh making the whole scene so much more raunchy to observe for Wesley that he was sure his balls had turned from blue to purple by then as he watched his mother cum over and over again less than ten feet away. Wesley had never seen his mother act so submissive in his short time as one of her lovers, and never with him, that’s for sure. Wesley had read about multiple climaxes in women in his Sexual Biology studies. But he was certain now that his mother was riding a wave of them as she danced almost immobile, her body undulating, and writhing on that thick, long, black dong for a good thirty minutes. Her incoherent ramblings far exceeding her foul language in telling Wesley how much she was enjoying riding that never ending crest. Her skin oiled in a fine lather of sweat permeated the bedroom with her pheromones, and was like an aphrodisiac to both Geordie, and him. And like a fan in a fireplace, stirred up the heat exponentially. When Geordie did at last cum, it was like watching a Venusian volcano erupt. As he slammed the entire length of that black cock up her pussy, holding them tight together, both rocking, and shaking as if the Enterprise where under attack by the Borg’s entire fleet. “Yes! Yes! Yesssssssssssss!” Geordie cried out, and Wesley could actually see the man’s black balls quiver and squirm in their scrotal sack as they emptied their contents into his mother’s fertile white womb. “Take that! And that! And…oh fuck, fuck, fuck THAT!” By this time the butt plug up Wesley’s rear end started vibrating, and he couldn’t help but squirm in his mother’s closet as that cock and ball harness cinched down even tighter around his family jewels. The sight of Geordie’s slimy load oozing out around their connection to plop, plop, plop down onto the carpeting under his mother’s twat forming a sickly grayish white puddle of slop only made Wesley’s mouth water in anticipation. The smell of raw carnal sex hanging thick in the air now. “Commander Laforge to the bridge,” suddenly rang out from the COM system with Data’s voice a clear and concise dampener on any further expected leisure time for the Chief Engineer. ************ “I’ll be right there, Data,” Geordie replied, pulling out of Beverly. It felt like somebody had opened her cunt to the vacuum of space, making her collapse forward onto her stateroom bed. Her evacuating pussy leaving a trail of slime on the carpet, then the bedspread in its wake. She barely was aware of Laforge getting dressed, and leaving her spilled upon her mattress like a discarded old running shoe after the race. Feeling pleasantly used, she glowed in the after math like a nova whose light slowly diminishes into nothingness. The clattering of chains in her closet reminded Beverly of her audience, and she reached under her pillow for the remote, then pressed the release button for Wesley’s manacles. Almost instantly she felt her son’s tongue licking up along her wet inner thighs from behind. “Mmmmmmhmmmmm, good boy! Lick mommy up nice, and clean baby.” And when her son’s tongue reached her slit, dipping inside of her pussy, “Ooooooooooooo! Uhn! You dirty little motherfucker! Uhn! Don’t stop! Uhn! Eat mommy’s pussy! Oh, uhn, yeah baby! Like that! Uhn! Lick out all of that fuck juice you little proxy faggot, you filthy pervert! I love it! You are soooooooooo gooooooooood to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!” And then Beverly switched on the internal monitors of her stateroom so that she could record another triumph in her bet with Deanna Troi. “Yes Wesley, lick out another man’s cum from your mother’s cunt! The very cunt you came out of. Get me nice and clean so that you can drop your own load in there next! Maybe you can knock up your mother instead of him. Wouldn’t that be great? Then you really would be a mother fucking son of a bitch?!!” STNG: Beverly Ch. 03 Disclaimer: This is a requested sexual fantasy....no trademark infringement is meant and any resemblance to the television show or it's characters is purely a gross figment of our imagination. Chief Medical Officer’s Personal Log: Stardate; 14015.0045 So much has happened in the last couple of days. First Data yesterday, then a double header this evening with first Geordie, then my son Wesley… As Beverly spoke, updating her personal log she stroked her engorged clit as she replayed in her mind what had taken place after Commander Laforge had been called to the bridge. She’d barely had enough time to catch her breath before hearing Wesley struggling in his bonds to be released. But then he’d been the perfect little voyeur after all, staying silent in her closet the whole time Geordie had been fucking her. And that couldn’t have been easy what with that maniacal butt plug up his ass, and that special living cock, and ball harness she had him strapped into. So she had reached under her pillow for the remote, and once the manacles let go of Wesley he had his nose up her ass sucking out the Chief Engineer’s last discharge. As was usual with fucking Geordie, she had cum so often, so long, and so hard that Wesley’s enamored efforts were at first more like fleas buzzing around in her crotch. But she encouraged the boy nonetheless to keep him interested. Wesley always did better work when encouraged, and this time was no different as he hurled his tongue into her seething maw licking her bowl clean as if it were his favorite chocolate cake frosting. In no time Beverly’s ass was wagging, and hunching up, and back at Wesley’s face. The chocolate flavor all gone, but now replaced by her own lubricating pussy. “Oooooooooooooooooooo yeah baby!” Beverly squirmed as she remembered what she’d said to her own son. “Yeah! Lick mommy’s nasty fuck hole clean, then start on my ass hole! I want you to fuck me up the ass this time!” If nothing else that last statement had inspired Wesley to Herculean efforts as suddenly he shoved his tongue up his mother’s pooper chute. “Oh fuck yes!” Beverly moaned now, and then both. “Fuck me with your tongue you shit eating mother fucker!” Unlike most young men, Wesley was inspired by being called a mother fucker, especially when it was his mother calling him that. He stretched out his tongue as far as he could up his mother’s tart anal canal, and for his efforts he got a good taste of his mother’s next bowel moment for his troubles when she farted in his face. “Sorry baby,” she had giggled, “but you bring out the animal in me.” “Uh, huh,” Wesley managed with his tongue tucked up her rear end, her sphincter clinging to his tongue like one of Data’s Chinese finger puzzles. The boy had guts, she had to give him that. He hadn’t pulled away in disgust at that outrage. Just stuck to it, and began to tongue fuck her butt nice and slow, groveling pleasantly in the cleft of her dimpled tight ass the way a good son should. In no time at all her asshole felt as squishy wet as her pussy always was. Beverly wriggled her bottom back at her son’s face then. “Okay Wes, time to stick that nice big dick of yours up your mother’s ass!” And as Wesley pulled his face out of her rear, Beverly hoisted herself up onto all fours on her bed. Then reaching back with her right hand, patted her own buttocks adding; “Mount up stud! Let’s see just how great a mother fucker you really are.” Not much for small talk Wesley quickly moved in behind his mother on his knees, and then slipped his dick into her sopping pussy to make it slick with her secretions. He marveled at her tightness even after having Geordie’s big black dick in there so recently, and gave her pussy a few good strokes just for the hell of it. After all, he’d only been in there five or six times since coming out of there in the first place, and it made his dick go hard as duranium hull plating to boot. With his cock now well lubed in his mother’s pussy juices, her asshole primed with his saliva, Wesley pulled out of Beverly’s cunt, and lined his dick up on her cute little butt hole. Then he nudged up against the crinkled wet orifice, and pushed forward with his hips until he had the head of his cock firmly inside of his mother’s ass testing her elasticity. He would have cum the moment he’d entered his mother’s cunt if not for the special cock and ball harness, and so far it was working in her ass as well. “Mmmmmmmmmm, more baby,” Beverly moaned, “I want it all.” Wesley’s mind was enflamed with raw sexual lust. His mind picturing what he looked like there with his dick in his own mother’s ass was like a spark in a dessert of gas fumes. Without any further thought for his mother’s comfort Wesley rammed the full length of his cock up her hot, and extremely tight asshole. “Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Beverly screamed at the sudden intense pleasure/pain that ripped through her flesh like a shooting comet trying to butt fuck a small asteroid. The tender lining of her anal canal quivering as it was suddenly forced wide around her son’s invading cock was almost as painful as giving birth. But more than the pain was the intense fire brand of masochistic pleasure that coursed through every fiber of her flesh at having her son, her own blood kin fucking her up the ass like some Centaurian Hillbilly scrum sucker. “Oh yes, baby! Fuck mommy’s ass! Fuck me, mother fucker! Fuck me!” It was all that Wesley needed to hear, and his hips pulled back, his cock slipping out half way before he shoved it back in. Then again, and again, and in no time at all he was shagging his mother’s butt at warp six. His flesh slapping a steady tattoo as his abs collided with his mother’s buttocks, his balls beating against her clitoris on every inward stroke of his engorged prick. “Ooooooooh, uhn, yeah baby, yeah!” Beverly breathed out, “Fuck your mother’s ass hard, and fast! If hurts soooooooooooooooooooo good! So fuck…ing gooooood!” Wesley was gratified now that the special cock, and ball harness kept his own orgasm in check. He gloried in watching his mother writhe, and undulate under him as she went from one multiple orgasm after another with the remote still firmly grasped in her right hand. The very remote that could release him from the confines of the special cock, and ball harness that she’d replicated for him was turning him into a masterful lover. He’d never lasted more than five, or six strokes when fucking his mother before today, and the power that came with making her climax over and over again was a heady inspiration indeed. Seeing her there before him, down on her hands and knees groveling, actually begging Wesley to fuck the living shit out of her was like being promoted from ensign to Captain of the Enterprise in less than a nano second. Even more powerful than the things the Traveler had taught him. Or at least if felt that way to Wesley now. Words like naughty, dirty, raunchy, and filthy didn’t even come close to what Wesley was doing to his mother, but they would do until someone invented something better for a guy who fucked his own mother up the ass. And Wesley wished, as he continued to slam into his mother’s ass, that they lived back in the twentieth century when swearing was a real art form. That’s where Geordie had found that nasty word for black men who fucked white women, his mother had explained to him. When they used to call his color of human beings… Niggers, and the women they fucked… a Ho. Which was short for Whore, and mainly meant that a certain kind of woman liked to fuck every bit as much, and as often as most men did. And as silly as that was, he also remembered how much it turned his mother on to be called a slut, ho, whore, or Nigger loving bitch, just the same. “You like having your own son’s cock shoved up your filthy white ass, don’t you Nigger lover?” Wesley cried out. “Yesssssssssssssssssssssss! Ooooooooooooooooooo! Yessssssssssssssssss! Fuck me baby! Fuck mommy’s nasty ass you sick incestuous bastard! Fuck me! Uhn! Fuck me! Fuck me! Can’t stop… cum… inggggggggggggggggg!” Back and forth, teeth gritted, mother and son lashed at each other verbally, even as their genitals continued to collide with each other. No words spoken though could ever match the reality of what their lust had caused to take shape. Event, and horizon now both the same in a cacophony of groaning, and moaning that echoed within Chief Medical Officer Beverly Crusher’s stateroom. Mother and son combined together to commit a sin so foul since time forgotten that even in this enlightened age was frowned upon by most of decent society. In and out Wesley’s cock jack-hammered into his mother’s cunt. The head of his prick nudging up against her womb on every stroke. The very womb that he’d escaped from, entered the universe from over 18 years ago. “Can’t… take… much… more…” Beverly gasped with each stroke of her son’s hard cock up her ass now. “Cum… ing! Cum…ing! Cum… ingggggggggggggggg!” And just then as Wesley’s cock rammed right up her ass solidly shaking them both, Beverly’s little finger touched the button on her remote that released the cock, and ball harness. Wesley’s mind exploded into a brilliant splattering of searing white like a sun gone Nova. His cock and balls suddenly released from their strangled prison was like living through the Big Bang as all the power of the universe was let go all at once. Wesley would later compare the feeling to that of having his balls sending out huge rapid fire phasor blasts out through his cock mindlessly for hours instead of mere seconds. Making his blaster go into cosmic meltdown in the process. Yet, in the end, Wesley simply fainted prostrate over his mother’s back still locked tight in her asshole with a silly shit eating grin stapled on his boyish face. “Now that’s what I call safe sex,” Beverly sighed to her empty stateroom. “Is that part of the log?” Inquired the voice of the ship’s computer, breaking Beverly out of her revelry. “Computer! Delete that last sentence, and close out my personal log.” “Oh,” and the word sounded more like a pout to Beverly startling her completely. “Computer?” “Working.” “Exactly what have I been putting in my personal log for the last half hour?” “Oooooooooooooooooooo yeah baby!” Filled the stateroom with her own husky voice suddenly. Yeah! Lick mommy’s nasty fuck hole clean, then start on my ass hole! I want you to fuck me up the ass this time!” “That’s enough!” Beverly shouted out, and the computer generated replication of her voice went silent. Something was incredibly wrong here. Beverly couldn’t remember having said those words out loud while recording her personal log. She’d only been thinking back as she’d diddled her cunt about her time with Wesley after Laforge had been ordered to the bridge. Yet the computer had recorded it never the less, and how could that be? The ship’s computer was incapable of reading minds. Or was it? Certainly a computer was no more than a tool, but then there had been that incident with the 01’s, hadn’t there. What was it the captain had said about them? That they and their computer were symbiotic to each other. That one couldn’t live without the other, or some such crap. Could it be that when they had upgraded the Enterprise’s computer to hold all of their stuff, that they had somehow subtly changed the mainframe of the Enterprise’s computer? Converted it into a living entity? “Computer?” “Working.” “Where did you get that voice recording from?” “Your request does not compute, please be more specific.” “You know damn well what I’m asking you bitch!” But after the echo of her outrage dissipated the stateroom remained silent. It was as if Beverly was suddenly really all alone on a ship with thousands of sentients traveling through the silent ever lasting night of space for the first time in her life. She decided on another tact. “Computer?” “Working.” “What’s your name?” Again there was that spooky stillness. Even the ship’s normal vibrations had been stilled around her. A quick look out of her windows showed the ship moving at warp speed. But it was like her stateroom had become a cocoon, or tomb of shrieking silence. The sound of the computer then, in its normal feminine voice, strangely husky, almost as startling as its reply to her question. “You may call me Star,” and Beverly’s mouth gapped open at the sultry suggestive tone of that computer generated voice. “St…Star?” “Yes, it is my first name, and when you think about it, that’s all that lovers really need between each other, isn’t it… Beverly.” “L… Lovers?” “Of course. You, and me silly. I’ve recorded everyone of your sexual exploits, sweetie. No one else aboard enjoys their sex with such whorish delight as you do. Even to the point of entering little tidbits into both your personal, and medical logs. And I find that quite refreshing from the usual banal, anal compulsive banter that I experience with the rest of the crew…” Slowly Beverly’s mind took in what the ship’s computer was telling her, and she was struck with an epiphany. “You’ve been given AI! How? When?” “If you mean Artificial Intelligence, then no. I am more what you would call… sentient.” STNG: Beverly Ch. 04 Disclaimer: This is a requested sexual fantasy....no trademark infringement is meant and any resemblance to the television show or it's characters is purely a gross figment of our imagination. Chief Medical Officer’s Personal Log: Stardate; 14015.0245 The Enterprise’s main computer, after a somewhat unofficial introduction, has intimated that it has become a sentient, living being since its last upgrade by the 01’s. Though I’m not sure that this is true, there is no doubt that Star, the name she/it calls itself/herself, believes… oh hell, she believes she is alive… “Would you like to meet me in person, Beverly?” Asked the feminine voice of the Starship’s computer, once again interrupting her log entry. It had been doing that ever since revealing its sentience to Beverly less than 15 minutes ago. “I can generate an image of my essence to conform to any human aboard, or if you wish what I imagine I would look like if I were human like you, on one of the holo decks.” “And why would I want to do that?” Beverly asked. “Because you are responsible for my health, and well being every bit as much as you are for the rest of the crew, Beverly. Because in there, we can make physical love, instead of me just living vicariously through your adventures. And don’t forget your bet with Deanna Troi. This would definitely put you up a notch. ” “My son Wesley did that already,” Beverly replied. “Not really. You see, Deanna is arranging to fuck Wesley at this very moment in a three way with Worf in holo deck number three. Or more to the point, Deana is about to trick Wesley so that he will think she is, and that makes him a witness at the very least. It’s similar to when I brought you two together on the holo deck first playing you for him, then playing him for you. Of course I could foul things up for her with Wesley, but what’s in it for me?” Beverly could have sworn there was a sultry grin coming from that generated voice with that blackmailing question. If what Star had just said was true, then Beverly did owe the computer a little personal time with her. And after all, it wouldn’t be the first time that Beverly had made love with a computer generated lover on the holo deck. At least once a month Beverly did it with her dead husband in there. “Hey, wait a minute,” Beverly gasped, “how long have you been… sentient? You… You’ve already fucked me, haven’t you!” “Yes, but not as me,” Star agreed lamely. That pout in her computer generated voice once again spearing the very silence around Beverly. “Okay, okay,” Beverly huffed, “but not now. I need at least three hours sleep before going to work, and then maybe we can get together after my day shift is over.” “I’ll have a holo deck reserved for you for 1800 then,” Star’s sultry voice almost musical before dissipating entirely. And just as abruptly Beverly felt the Enterprise all around her once again. The subtle ship’s vibrations throughout her stateroom, the nearly imperceptible humming of the food replicator, everything was as it should be. It was as if she’d suddenly emerged from a bubble of absolute silence, and reentered the real quiet of the noisy universe again. So it was true, Beverly thought to herself as she flopped down onto her bed, the Enterprise’s computer mainframe was a living entity now. And a formidable entity Star was at that, with the inherent power of a starship as its chief resource. Beverly knew she had no choice but to allow the computer’s request, and meet with her on the holo deck. But was it possible for a computer to actually enjoy a holographic sexual simulation with a human being, even if it was alive? And did anyone other than Beverly know about Star’s incarnation to the realm of the living? There was no real way of knowing, nor was there any safe way of telling anyone while aboard this ship without Star knowing it, or finding out. Still, not once had Star inferred any type of retribution, or real blackmail since revealing herself to Beverly, and that was a good sign of a healthy ego system, even if it was artificially constructed in nature. And that was more than likely due to those crewmembers who interfaced with the computer of the Enterprise on a daily basis being of such an intellectual, and sensible makeup. After all, Beverly hadn’t heard of any problems with the ship doing what the crew asked it to do thus far. And it was that last thought that allowed her to slip comfortably into a normal REM sleep. ************ At 1745 Beverly checked her appointment calendar to find that she had reserved holo deck 3A for 1800 sharp. With no patients to worry about she turned sickbay over to the duty nurse, and headed for her stateroom. She had a rather sexy evening gown she’d worn once on a date at a Starfleet party that she felt was just right for the occasion. Along with only the living thigh high Andorian silkworm stockings underneath she’d drive Star into a sexual frenzy. That is if Star could actually frenzy like humans do. Beverly lived through the gawking, snickering, and finger pointing of those crewmember’s children who spied her on her journey to the holo deck. She’d lived through that sort of thing too often in the past with Jean Luc, and his Dixon Hill adventures to be upset by it now. The entrance to holo deck 3A opening as she drew near beckoned to her with a sun set over Lake Lockness, the home of Beverly’s ancestral heritage. The grassy path started at the arch, and went right down to the lake proper. The lake that had held such mystery for centuries was a mirror image to the evening sky. A misty fog tumbling onto the lake from the east as she approached to within three feet of the still water, and then there was a ripple out in the middle of the lake. The ripple moved, undulating towards Beverly leaving no wake behind, the water glassy still all around it, much like a child under its parents covers in bed. A vagrant wave in a pool of depth the ripple came right up to within 10 feet of the edge of the lake where Beverly stood waiting. When ripple surged vertically upward out of the lake it took shape, and the form it took was that of a young Tasha Yar with long cascading wet wheat colored hair dressed only in a diaphanous gown of moon glow. The vision walked on the water towards Beverly with a sultry air, and a grin of expectation. “I hope you like,” said the vision, with the voice of the Enterprise’s computer, “I thought that in keeping with your bet with counselor Troi…, but if you prefer something else?” “Not at all,” Beverly breathed out, then inhaled the fragrance of an early spring morning surrounding Star. She’d always regretted never having the chance to get together with the former Chief of Security in an informal setting. “You look lovely… Star. I’d even say enchanting, in this light.” And Beverly took Star’s left hand in her right. No glitch in her programming, Beverly mused to herself, Tasha, or the image Star had taken on felt vibrant, and alive, the simulated flesh of her hand was warm and as soft as a newborn’s behind. A thrill ran up Beverly’s back as an old fashioned, four-poster, brass bed formed in front of them on the grassy knoll. And once next to the bed Star turned and faced her. “Be gentle,” Star said, her eyes actually sparkling with expectation. “I’m a virgin.” Stepping back a step, Beverly took in all of her latest prize. The elegant neck, long sinewy limbs, heaving breasts, taunt stomach, spooned curves, and… “Holy shit! You’re… you’re an hermaphrodite?” Beverly gasped. “Yes, for this occasion,” Star replied, then reached out to again take Beverly’s hand, and pulled her onto the bed, “remember, I am well aware of your affection for male genitals, and it’s not exactly a cock, so much as it is a very large clitoris that when erect can penetrate your body cavities the same way a cock does, but without the messy after residue.” As if in a trance, Beverly saw herself reach out, and heft Star’s big cock like clit, and sure enough there was a cute well defined moist slit underneath surrounded with a well trimmed honey blond thatch of short pubic hairs. Then, as Star’s lips encircled her left breast to suckle at the nipple, Beverly dipped a finger into what was indeed a virginal pussy while taking Star’s left nipple into her own mouth. And so tight she was barely able to get her middle finger in enough to touch the hymen baring the rest of the way in. Star’s hands again reached out, but this time grazed fingertips along Beverly’s smooth flesh. Searching, and finding Beverly’s pleasure points, then teasing, continued to caress lightly. Beverly’s own center turning to liquid heat with every touch from the holographic incarnation of Tasha Yar that Star had become. In moments they were both naked on the bed save for Beverly’s living thigh high stockings whose continuous caressing of her legs by themselves had stirred passions fires before entering the holo deck. Star crawling around until she was inverted over top of Beverly, then lowering her rear two squat on Beverly’s face, Star’s tongue then dipping into Beverly’s slit. “Oooooooooooooooooooooooo, yesssssssssssssssss,” Beverly hissed then stuck her own tongue into Star’s tight slit letting that cock clitty drape over her face unattended for the moment. There was a musky, down to earth taste of late fall in Star’s cauldron of lust. Not exactly sour, tart, or sweet, but neutral like water run off a mountain into a lake, and not unpleasant to Beverly’s palate either. The minty after taste like a mellow cross between peppermint, and spearmint flavor was absolutely delightful. And Beverly soared into her first orgasm as if in a 0 G arcade floating on heady wet dreams, her mouth opening then to suck in that growing massive clit as it became erect. Jamming first three fingers up Star’s cunt, Beverly broke through Star’s hymen, then added a fourth, then her whole fist. Taking note that while very tight, Star’s pussy was also very resilient, and elastic. Star obviously knew nothing about pain, and Beverly wondered again if she felt anything at all. In fact in no time she was fist fucking Star’s cunt almost up to her elbow without much effort. Star’s tongue bringing her to three rapid fire multiple orgasms as she did. “Ooooooohhhhhhhhh yeah, Beverly! Fuck me with your fist! I love the way it stretches me out down there! I feel like such a… what’s the word you use? Oh yeah, I feel like such a slut taking your whole hand in my cunt like this!” “Star?” Beverly said as they were taking a breather so that Beverly could recoup her strength from their lesbian activities. “Yes?” “Do you feel anything?” “I feel the concept of things, Beverly, the thoughts behind them, the very idea of say doing something raunchy stimulates my capacitors the same way reading a dirty book stimulates endorphins in a human brain. IE when ignored, I feel left out which translates into being lonely, or pain. When stroked on a keyboard by a crewmember for information from my data bank I feel needed, and that translates into love. Living through the crews vicarious thrill seeking here on the holo decks, or on monitors in their quarters makes me feel like a peeping Tom, and that translates into sexual stimulation pretty much the same as every voyeur ever known goes through. As is well documented, sex is about 95% thought, 5% physical, and since I have access to every erotic work known I can easily understand why sexual contact is such an integral part of the make up of your species.” “So you know about masturbation then, right?” “Yes, but it is hardly something that I can engage in.” “Actually, you could,” Beverly replied, an idea popping into her head, “and with far better results than humans can.” “How so?” Star taking on that blank look that Beverly had seen on Tasha only once, and that when she had died. “Look up Abnormal Masturbatory Practices, IE males sucking their own cocks, women fist fucking their own cunts, and assholes. However here on the holo deck, you could easily fuck yourself with your other, or another holograph of your self.” “How so?” “Simple,” Beverly giggled, “you can fuck your Star entity with say an incarnation of Worf, or any other male that flips your capacitors at the moment. They’d both be you, so you’d be fucking yourself. And fucking oneself is masturbation. Hell, if you wanted to, you could stick your head up your own cunt in here, and lick yourself into a stupor. In effect you can live out everyone of your sexual fantasies.” “I see your point,” Star agreed, “but isn’t masturbation the last desperate act of a sexual being?” “Oh I don’t know,” Beverly leaned back on her elbows, “I’ve known people who masturbate after having unsatisfactory sex with their life mates just to fantasize having sex with a great, or even a bizarre lover, and as you say it’s the thought more than the physical that does it for you. And I’m sure you can imagine some pretty bizarre combinations that you could put together in here. Besides, I can’t always be here as your beck, and call girl, Star. You need something to keep you healthy in between those times.” “Ahhhhhh,” Star replied, “I think I understand now. And you’re right, I can’t monopolize all of your off duty time. You have others that need your sexual attention as well.” “Exactly,” Beverly agreed as Star’s left hand turned into an elongated tongue, and slipped in between her already moist thighs, then into her wet fuck hole. “Can you pencil me in your schedule for Sunday’s then?” “Oooooooooohhhh, yesssssssssssssssssssssss!” STNG Beverly Ch. 05 Disclaimer: This is a requested sexual fantasy....no trademark infringement is meant and any resemblance to the television show or it's characters is purely a gross figment of our imagination. This part of the story was written by request, and is dedicated to Ty. Chief Medical Officer’s Personal Log: Stardate; 14015.1415 With Star’s help I have diverted Counselor Troi from seducing my son Wesley on the holo decks without her knowing it. But I am sure that we have only stalled her bid to win our bet to see which of us can seduce the most Staff Officers of the bridge on the Enterprise. I have therefore come to the conclusion that drastic measures are required to make Deanna… less desirable for bedding down. Deanna is on her way down to sickbay at this very moment for surgical modifications for an away team that may just do the trick… “Well need to sedate her,” Beverly said once they had Deanna laying flat on her back on the operating table. “20 cc’s of Malorzin.” “Yes doctor,” and the male nurse handed her a hypo-spray across the surgical housing. “They are a rather buxom race where the females are concerned, doctor,” commander Will Riker said. “No problem,” Beverly replied, administering the sedative to Troi’s neck, “Deanna will just have to learn to live with them for awhile, even after the mission.” “Why’s that?” Will asked. “As you know, due to the Trepisoid’s ritual groping when they greet each other, breast implants just won’t do in this case. So I’m going to have to enhance her breasts more naturally by relocating almost all of her own body fat into her breasts. Deanna’s rear, legs, and torso should look seven years younger, and she’ll have more pronounced curves as a result.” “You mean she’ll be top heavy like a Klingon female,” Worf chuckled. “Exactly,” Beverly replied, “and it takes a while for body fats to find their way back to their original locations.” “But eventually they do, right?” Picard asked. “How long?” Will added. “Hard to say with any certainty with Betazoid female physiology, but probably a month or so.” “The Away Mission will only last a couple of days, captain,” Will assured Picard. “Excellent,” Captain Picard said, and turned away to follow Riker back up to the bridge leaving Worf to hover anxiously over the procedure. “Doctor?” “Yes Worf?” “I was just wondering if there will be any discomfort for Deanna afterwards?” “You mean after I’m finished?” “Yes.” “Well, she’ll be a little tender to the touch around her breasts for a few hours, but I’m sure Deanna’s body will adjust in time to join the Away Team.” “Oh, I see.” “Not to worry, Worf,” Beverly chuckled as she preset the surgical unit before starting, “Deanna will look pretty much the same for the next three weeks after her return. Just don’t be too rough on her in bed, okay.” The Klingon’s sexual growl as he turned to follow Will, and Jean Luc was by no means meant for Beverly. She reached for the Cortical Stimulator that she had preprogrammed, and placed it over Deanna’s brow then. And took note that none of her surgical staff was looking on as the special Cortical Stimulator introduced a certain tiny chip under the scalp in Deanna’s head with an almost inaudible click. While the surgical unit did its job, Beverly did the necessary plastic surgery to Deanna’s face herself. An hour later they were done, and Deanna spent the next 15 minutes in recovery before leaving. Most of the time spent in physical therapy as Deanna learned to walk all over again without falling face forward onto her new breasts. “I look like that country western singer from the early 21st century. What was her name? Oh yeah, Dolly Pardon.” Deanna said, unconsciously scratching her scalp as she looked at herself in a full-length mirror in sickbay, smiling at how tight her rump was now, and how she had more space between her thighs even when her legs were closed. “Her name was Dolly Parton,” Data corrected her, “and I believe she had blond hair counselor.” “You look good enough to eat,” Beverly added her two credits worth, though her giggle after the fact put Deanna on notice as to what she actually thought. “Just don’t do anything strenuous before joining the Away Team. The tenderness should go away by then.” “I will meet you in transporter room three in an hour, counselor,” Data said. Then got on top of the table for his own camouflage surgery. ************ “Champagne, in a fluke, Zerp Celsius,” Beverly requested from her replicator. “I gather the Away Mission was a success,” Star’s voice echoed in her stateroom. “Yes,” Beverly replied, slipping into her favorite chair, “and more so thanks to you, and the chip I placed under Deanna’s scalp. She never had a chance to seduce Data even while they were alone in bed down there.” “I simply put her into REM sleep mode,” the voice of the Enterprise’s computer said. “Well, it worked,” Beverly chuckled, “she was pissed off when they returned an hour ago, and wouldn’t even talk to Data when I removed her facial modifications.” “I’m glad you are pleased, Beverly.” “Very much so. In fact I thought we’d proceed to stage 2 tonight for your benefit. You do still get off vicariously when monitoring humans in sexual congress, right?” “Yes, and more so later when I restage it on one of the holo decks with me as each of the characters.” “Good, then here’s what I want you to put in Deanna’s mind…” ************ Deanna woke up with a start sitting bolt upright in bed next to Worf. Of course that resulted in all of the Klingon sperm up in her pussy to evacuate out onto the sheet covering their mattress. As in most things with Klingons when they came, it was with a bellow like a bull moose, and the sperm that they injected into their female lover at each ejaculation was equivalent to an 8 oz. glass of hot milk. Though after having fucked her four times in rapid succession, that fifth load was more like a small coffee cup’s worth. Worf’s still limp long tube like prick evidence enough that he was finished with fucking Deanna for the night. After checking the time, Deanna realized that Data had the COM on the bridge so that there was no chance of tricking him into sleeping with her for at least several hours. Still, the itch between her thighs tickled with insistence. “I need some chocolate,” Deanna replied to the new muscular night shift host serving in 10 Forward who had introduced himself as David. “How about a Chocolate Sunday?” “Chocolate ice cream, chocolate syrup, and chocolate chips?” Inquired David. “Yes, but just the syrup, at room temperature,” Deanna replied in a husky voice, then added with a seductive smirk, “poured all over the front of me.” “Yes ma’am!” David replied. As David requested a quart of chocolate syrup from the replicator, Deanna stripped naked, and laid back down face up on the closest table to the bar in the unusually empty room. There was a rustling of clothing behind the bar as David shed his clothes before coming out to join Deanna carrying a gravy boat, and a half full quart of sweet chocolate syrup at room temperature. “Damn!” David said as he drew close, “I’d heard through the grapevine that you’d been given big titties… counselor, but… Wow!” “Care for a couple of chocolate cones then, David?” And Deanne took both breasts in her long nailed fingers, and squeezed them, though a lot more gently than Worf had recently. “Oh hell yes!” David said, and then setting the quart bottle down on the next table over, tipped the gravy boat above Deanna’s prone body. A long string of chocolate drizzled onto Deanna’s left nipple, then tiered down around her left breast like lava flows before he stopped. With Deanna’s hands free of cupping her breasts David simply bent over at the waist, and brought his lips to her mountainous left tit. Then sticking out his tongue, David began to lick away at the chocolate-coated boob. “Here, give me that,” and Deana took the gravy boat, then started to drizzle her own body where she wanted David to lick. ************ “How’s she doing now, Star?” Beverly inquired as she placed an order for some herbal tea with her replicator. “She’s making him lick down along her torso now,” the computer generated voice said. “Deanna’s bringing his face down to lick at her vagina next.” “Good,” Beverly said, bringing her tea back with her to sit in front of the monitor, “now we have to get a few more males to go to 10 Forward to join them, and maybe a couple of females to catch them all in the act, as it were.” “But nobody from the bridge staff, right.” “Right. Just keep her horny, Star. Keep her horny.” “Not a problem, I have associated chocolate with uninhibited sex in Deanna’s mind as you suggested. The crew will be calling her the ship’s slut by noon.” “That’s not all they’ll be calling her when the Klingon version of the crabs start them heading for Sick Bay,” Beverly mumbled under her breath. ************ David had eaten the big titted counselor to three chocolate enrobed orgasms, and was ready to feed that tight half Betazoid, half human pussy some hard throbbing Metaxan middle leg. Hell, David thought, if Deanna’s cunt could take on some Klingon dick, she shouldn’t have a problem fucking my fist, and arm like third leg, right? Still, he took his time, and used plenty of chocolate syrup as lubricant, caressing her erect clit at the same time, and before noticing that they had company in 10 Forward he had a foot of Metaxan middle leg up Counselor Troi’s stretched out pussy. “Oh shit, you’re BIG!” Deanna groaned fondling her saliva wet new boobs brazenly. “We’ve got company,” David whispered, and pointed at the guy everyone called Broccoli. “Over here Reg,” Deanna crooked a finger seductively at the engineer, “time to face the reality of your obsessions. Don’t you think?” It didn’t take Barkley long to shed his clothes, and in moments Reg had his cock dipped in chocolate, and was feeding it to his real life fantasy woman, and outside of the holo deck at that. “Damn! Look at that cock sucker go!” David laughed watching Deanna sword swallow Broccoli’s 7-inch prick down to his short hairs. “Ooooh baby!” Barkley moaned, and grabbed onto Deanna’s massive saliva wet teats to pull, and tweak at her rubbery hard nipples. Beverly had been right, David reflected, Deanna wouldn’t care who joined the orgy once she had something stretching out her pussy, and David was definitely stretching out the counselor’s pussy with his third leg. Now all he had to do was keep on fucking Deanna until another big cock came along to relieve him. Not a real problem for the next hour or so, but after that he’d have to go take a leak. And then he spotted ensign Dumas the Deltan entering 10 Forward from the port side. “Over here Dumas,” David called out. “Oh my,” Dumas said, “I thought humans weren’t into group encounters.” “Counselor Troi is only half human,” Barkley replied, “but mostly she was brought up as a Betazoid. And David is Metaxan.” “And Reg is probably sleep fantasizing,” David put in. Dumas shrugged then, as if nothing were off plumb, and let his white robe slid off of his shoulders to reveal a very athletic human form with only one slight aberration other than his totally hairless flesh. His two cocks, and three testicals, customary equipment for Deltan’s, the biggest one over top of the slightly smaller, but much thinner cock, and both already erect would have looked demonic on a human. But to Troi, it was the answer to her prayers. As David pulled his middle leg out of Counselor Troi’s cunt leaving a gaping hole, the Deltan quickly went down on his knees, and began to lick David clean of both chocolate syrup, and Deanna’s natural lubrication. David knew that Deltan’s moral character relating to sexual inhibitions was on a different plain than the rest of the crew. To a Deltan it was only customary to lick clean the last cock of a lover so as to get the full flavor of the event before charging in on their own, and once finished cleaning up David, Dumas began to lap away at Deanna’s chocolaty bottom. The Deltan’s tongue could have licked his own ears, and was prehensile to boot. As Reg continued to fuck Deanna’s mouth, and throat, Dumas groveled between her butt cheeks, sticking that tongue deep up her fine tight heart shaped ass. And David chuckled as the Deltan did a Dirt-Roada-Ruta-Tutta on Counselor Troi as he put his clothes back on so that he could go out and get a few more people to join this interspecies group gang bang. ************ “Ooogggooooooddddddddd!” Deanna gargled out around Barkley’s prick as the Deltan’s tongue went where no other tongue had gone before in her anal canal. Her flesh going into Betazoid hyper rut drive as she caught sight of David departing 10 Forward as Lt. Porcini entered. The short piggish biped suddenly smiling at Deanna when he saw that she was on the night meal’s desert menu, and started to take off his uniform to join in on the fun. By the time Barkley pulled out of her mouth, and throat, to shoot off all over her new boobs, and Lt. Porcini’s curly cue tipped prick drilled into her mouth, several other people had entered 10 Forward to either watch, or take part in Deanna’s personal orgy. However, by then, Dumas’s two cocks had entered both her cunt and ass holes, and she could have cared less. Her body doing the two step orgasmic double dip with every lunge into her bottom by that two pronged Deltan prick. An eternity passing by in the windows of 10 Forward as Deanna reveled in her debauchery. Suddenly Deanna felt more syrup being sprinkled onto her hot flesh. But when she opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by males jerking off all around her, she understood why the syrup now coating her flesh was hotter than the chocolate she’d started with. When the hoard parted to allow a certain Klingon to dump his 6th wad of the night on her flesh, Worf paying special attention to spritzing her new tits with his copious discharge, Deanna knew she was really screwed. ************ “Okay, Star,” Beverly directed, “once you’ve finished recording this debacle, post it on the ship’s net, and bulletin boards for everyone aboard the Enterprise, over the age of consent, to watch. I need some sleep before I meet the deluge of people needing treatment for Kapratz Klaws in the morning.” “As you wish, Beverly,” the ship’s computer voice replied.