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Re-cut: The III Penetration of Troi

By: dell4me1



Data walk towards the window of the ready room by the Captain's chair and stared out into deep space. He smiled, grinning from ear to ear. He was enjoying the moment.

Deanna, now fully dressed, curled up in the large leather chair at the opposite end of the room. She was exhausted. She bent her knees under her and wrapped her arms around her chest, resting her head on the back of the chair.

The bridge crew became more fidgety and restless. Kept in the dark about the goings on in the ready room and becoming increasingly affected by the foreign virus affecting the crew, Riker again confronted Wesley.

Commander Riker took Wesley to the opposite end of the bridge, away from the other command staff. He wanted to be alone with Wesley

"Wesley, what's taking place in the ready room, I need to know," commander Riker whispered.

"What did you do with counselor Troi and what is Data doing with her now. Is there a danger to the crew, to the counselor, why such a secret? You have been talking to Geordie. Have you told him and why are you smirking every time you hear sounds from the ready room?" Commander Riker pleaded.

Wesley had his head down as Commander Riker spoke. The blood drained from his face. He was scared that he would be punished or at the least ridiculed. 

Wesley was very anxious and dreaded having to answer questions about this subject because of his low status among the crew and low self-confidence. Though he was gifted, his intellect and boyish demeanor was constantly being dismissed by his peers and female members of the crew.

Data recorded his activities with counselor Troi. He backed up this information in his core memory to ensuring he could relive them.

Counselor Troi, at the other end of the room, laid-back in the chair and rested her eyes quickly falling asleep.

Without the Captain to back Wesley up, Wesley was forced to give Commander Riker some information. He could not disobey a direct order, as an ensign in Star Fleet. 

"It was a kind of therapy session like Captain Picard said," Wesley whispered back.

"What else!" Commander Riker demanded. "Why all the screams and groans!"

"The therapy gets very emotional Commander. Counselor Troi is very good at what she does," Wesley said bashfully.

"Why did you come out of the ready room with that little chub in your pants Ensign Crusher?" he forcefully whispered.

Wesley's face became red with embarrassment and feared the worst.

Pleading for understanding, Wesley asked commander Riker if when he was his age that ever happened to him in front of someone. Did any girl in school ever cause him to pitch a tent in front of a group of people and if so, what did he do?

Commander Riker scratched his head and became less intense in his questioning. After all, despite Wesley's immense intellect and maturity at such a young age, he was just a young boy. 

"Did counselor Troi cause that Wesley?" Commander Riker awkwardly suggested.

His face beat red, Wesley covered his mouth and look towards the floor. "Well, yes," he replied bashfully.

"I understand," Riker replied. "But why did counselor Troi scream out Wesley?" Commander Riker insisted.

Wesley did not know how much longer he could avoid directly answering his questions. He needed to bull shit in a big way to find a way out of this.

Commander Riker continued his questioning of Wesley "But why was she moaning so loud," Commander Riker insisted. 

Wesley was under orders by Captain Picard. But he could not just tell Commander Riker. Wesley stammered and continued to stall.

Commander Riker then bolted towards the doors of the ready room. "Counselor Troi, can you hear me?" he inquired.

Data heard Commander Riker and Data responded using counselor Troi's voice.

"Yes, Will" Data said imitating her voice. Counselor Troi did not wake up.

"Are you all right, can I come in Deanna?" Commander Riker insisted.

"Will, I'm fine. I'll be with you shortly," Data responded still impersonating Deanna' voice.

"Wesley, tell me!" Commander Riker insisted. 

"I'm sorry commander but Counselor Troi and I fuc....," Wesley began to say just as Captain Picard interrupted him.

"Ensign Crusher, stop. I ordered you not to talk. Now go to your quarters until further notice," Captain Picard demanded.

He felt relieved about no longer having to deceive his friends and other crew members and immediately left the bridge.

"Commander Riker, I thought I ordered you not to become involved with the goings-on in the ready room," Captain Picard said tersely.

"Yes, but Captain, I am very concerned."

"I understand Will, but you must be patient. I can't elaborate anymore."

"I just left the brig and according to Lor we have the wrong man," Captain Picard told Commander Riker. "The android in the brig says he is Data, that we mistakenly took him for Lor and locked the wrong man up Will."

"Do you think it's a trick Captain?"

"I'm not sure but we will investigate more," the Captain replied.

"Where is Dr. Crusher commander?" Captain Picard asked.

Over the intercom, Dr. Crusher paged Captain Picard for him to meet her in sick bay.

Captain Picard walked towards the elevator to meet Dr. Crusher. "What about Counselor Troi and Commander Data Captain?" Commander Riker asked.

"They will leave when Counselor Troi feels Commander Data is in a longer need for therapy. Be patient and don't worry too much Commander. You have my orders." Captain Picard said as he left the bridge.

In the ready room, Data leaned forward and cupped Counselor Troi in his arms. Data then initiated ship to ship transport and transported himself and the counselor to his quarters.

When they reenergized in his quarters, Data walked towards a couch in the room and laid Counselor onto the couch. He then walked to the end of the couch towards her feet and gently grabbed her ankles and straightened her long thin legs. He then gently covered her still moistened body with a blanket so as not to wake her.

According to his internal clock the rebel ship would rendezvous in a matter of hours. He gathered the defensive equipment his brother helped assemble. Counselor Troi slept as he gathered the equipment.

Captain Picard headed down the corridor leading to sick bay and observed a long line of his medical staff either standing up or sitting against the wall. As he reached the doors of sick bay, he heard voices but could not determine who they were.

As the doors of sick bay opened, high pitched shrieks and groans as well as deep halting grunts came from the far end of sick bay. The noises came from two rooms. He slowly walked towards one of the curtains to investigate when Dr. Crusher stopped him.

"My nurse is in with a patient Captain. Another patient is being seen in the other room, as well," Dr. Crusher explained.

"A patient doctor?," Captain Picard said bewildered.

At a loss of words, Dr. Crusher explained that Counselor Troi could not have therapy sessions with the entire crew. She hoped Captain Picard would understand her inference.

"Of course, I understand. I am sorry. I realize now what the line of crew members are doing outside. By the way, who is helping with the treatment?" Captain Picard asked quite interested.

"Well, Lt. Omagala is seeing patients in that room over there and ensign Ro is with patients in the other observation room Captain."

Captain Picard's eyes lit up when he heard Ensign Ro mentioned. He was always attracted to her but had to reserve feelings for her because of their difference in rank. She was quite a specimen and he always favored brunettes.

He then turned to face the Doctor about what she needed. She began going over their conversation about the treatment the male crew members were receiving and informed him that she had miscalculated and her findings were wrong.

Soon after, one of the medical staff being treated by nurse Omagala came out from behind the curtain. Captain Picard was unfamiliar with him since he was a new member to this ship.

As he raised his head he saw Captain Picard and smiled a smile of immense satisfaction and sexual relief. This was a look the Captain new well, having just seen Wesley come from the ready room after seeing Counselor Troi.

The crew member reached down to his crotch and adjusted himself then finished dressing outside the office. Dr. Crusher was awestruck at his size and build. The crew member nodded his head to the Captain and Doctor then left the sick bay.

She tried to regain her composure as she finished informing the Captain about the peril facing the crew. Moans of sexual intimacy continued from the examination rooms.

"Captain, when we discussed how to resolve this problem using volunteer female crew members, the calculations I used were wrong. I based my estimates on the male and female populations in the general public and not on the ratio of man to women on the starship," she said disgusted with her own failings.

Captain Picard was surprised. Dr. Crusher was usually very thorough. Dr. Crusher was his friend but he could not excuse incompetence. He was furious but tried not to let on, believing it would only make the situation with the doctor worse.

To himself, he screamed "you stupid bitch!"

He abruptly cut her off and stood up demanding a solution, "blah, blah, blah, how do solve this!

"The ratio is not 50-50 man to women, it is three men per female," she explained in her increasingly irritating voice.

For the first time since knowing Dr. Crusher, he began to get annoyed by her. For the first time he realized why Q hated her. 

"Can we complete the task at hand Doctor. That's all I need to know," he said in a harsh tone of voice. 

Just as she was about the answer his question a loud female voice screamed out loud, "Mother fucker! I told you not on my face! Damn it, you ass-whole!"

Ensign Ro came charging out off the examination room with her face full of spunk. She had some on her neck and cheek.

Dr. Crusher and Captain Picard came out of the office and into the sick bay to see what the commotion was about. What Captain Picard saw was Ensign Ro slightly bent over grasping for a towel to wipe her face.

She was nude. Her tall statuesque figure was fully appreciated by the Captain. Her ample breasts hung low on her chest but were firm and well formed. He examined her long slender legs and tight butt. 

Her eyes were shut to prevent the goop from getting in her eyes. The Captain grabbed a towel and walked over to the Ensign and handed her the towel. She felt the towel in her hand and grabbed hold of it. The Captain did not speak, not wanting to embarrass her.

The two male crew members in the examination room with Ensign Ro followed her out into the sick bay. One stood about 5'7" while the other was about 5'9." They also were completely naked.

The atmosphere was tense and ripe for some kind of confrontation.

In Data's quarters, he finished gathering the equipment when Counselor Troi woke up from her nap. She yawned, stretching her arms above her head raising her cotton midriff T-shirt, exposing her subtle breasts.

In sick bay, Ensign Ro mumbled obscenities under her breath, as she cleared the crew member's yogurt from her face and neck. Opening her eyes, she saw Captain Picard and was extremely embarrassed.

"Ensign Ro, don't be alarmed, you look beautiful. I'm sorry to disturb you but we heard some screams coming from the sick bay and I thought I'd investigate," he replied softly.

She quickly grabbed a medical garb to cover herself. The two crew members who she was treating stood in front of the examination room with raging erections.

Nurse Omagala also came out from behind the curtain of her room dressed in a medical robe. From across the room, she saw Ensign Ro screaming at the two male crew members that blew their butter over her face and neck. The Captain and Dr. Crusher stood off to the side.

Nurse Omagala was exhausted and could hardly keep her eyes open. She was still intellectually strong about completing her objective but her slender 5 ft. two inch 85 found frame was just too physically abused by not only the most recent session but by the previous six treatments. 

"Fuck you and fuck you," Ro screamed at the two crew members.

They begged her forgiveness and tried to explain it was an accident. That after her blow job, they meant to move their dicks to the side but they came to quick. 

"Didn't I tell you the rules before we began? I said not on my face, up the butt and I don't swallow, right, damn it," Ro said furiously. 

She saw the Captain began to walk away. She was very embarrassed with the Captain seeing her nude not to mention with a spunk covered face.

One male crew member apologized and insisted that he still wasn't cured from the virus and would need more treatments. She laughed in his face, "I hope you die aas-whole. Ask your buddy for a blow job."

Nurse Omagala walked towards Captain Picard and Dr. Crusher, hoping to catch her before she left the sick bay.

"Doctor I need to speak with you about the medical treatments I've been giving," the nurse said. Dr. Crusher thanked her for all her effort.

"I believe what I'm doing is the best for the ship but I just can't take it physically. I have treated many large men doctor, if know what I mean, and I don't think I can do anymore treatments for a while," the nurse said.

Knowing what she knew about the ratio of men to women and the possibility of her nurse possibly unable to contribute, Dr. Crusher was worried. She told her nurse to wait in the sick bay and that she would speak to her as soon as she finished speaking to the Captain.

Ro finished cleaning her face. The medical crew members she was treating continued to offer their apologies but she would have none of it. Both of them with raging erections, pleaded for help.

In Data's quarters, Deanna woke up and her face came alive. "Data where are we?" 

"We are in my quarter's counselor," he replied. "You look like you could use a good long shower," Data suggested.

"Data I never knew you were so thoughtful. I'm surprised you haven't found a girlfriend" she softly replied.

Her doubts about android sexuality and her questioning if she could actually be physically and emotionally attracted to an android like Data were melting away. 

Previously, Troi accepted Data merely as a sexual tool, something to provide relief. But Troi slowly began to question whether she could really cross that philosophical line. . The water gently hit her face and cascaded down her slender body, firm breasts and delicate skin. The hot steam billowed up in clouds saturating her olive skin and escaped into the living area. 

Counselor Troi was an uncommon mix; she had a well toned and firm body but was flowery and elegant to the touch.

"I have changed my mind Deanna. I believe we should explore the hollow deck once more," Data softly whispered. Deanna finished with her shower her hair still wet, I would be pleased to go with you," grinning as she spoke.

Data placed his hand on her shoulder and initiated the transporter.

In the sick bay, one of the male crew members that Ensign Ro treated continued to complain. "I don't want to die. Please I have a family Ro," the Lieutenant said.

"You should have thought of that before cuming on my face, ass-whole," she replied and continued to argue.

In her office, Dr. Crusher explained to the Captain that according to her new figures each female volunteer would need to successfully treat nearly 25 fellow crew members.

The ship was in danger and he didn't have time for delicacies. "Where can we find more women?" The Captain bluntly said

"Well Captain, we could make this mandatory. But that will still only give us about 15 more people. But I have checked records and there is a freshman class of college students on board of about 25 female students," Dr. Crusher suggested.

"But these are just kids doctor, aren't they?" 

"Well, five of them are 21 and the rest will be turning 20 next month," she replied.

Captain Picard was desperate to save his ship.

"And you're sure that hollow deck pleasure programs won't satisfy?" Captain Picard said in a desperate tone of voice.

"I'm quite sure Captain" she replied.

"Who didn't volunteer doctor," he asked in a terse tone of voice.

"Well, and few women didn't participate because of illness. Three female crew members were pregnant and only one would not even consider participating," she replied.

"Who was that, what was her name?! He asked.

"Well, the only crew member to really dismiss my suggestion was Guinan," she replied.

"That bitch, I got her that position. She spends all day serving drinks and the first time this ship really needs her help and she blows me off," the Captain replied indignant.

"Doctor, go call her and tell her how I feel about her lack of participation and if she isn't here in five minutes tell her I would be disappointed." 

"What about the college students Captain?" She asked. "Or we could ask Wesley, he's very intelligent and might have an answer."

"Let's hold off about the students but ask Wesley and be sure to ask that fucking bartender in 10- forward," he replied. The Captain got up. "You make the calls and I'll go see your nurse, okay," he said exasperated.

He walked towards the crewman and Ensign Ro. The Lieutenant lost his erection but still needed relief. But Ensign Ro continued her objection.

"I told him my rules and he deliberately broke them Captain" Ro explained. But the Lieutenant insisted it wasn't his fault and that he didn't even orgasm. He blamed the other crew man.

The Captain ordered Ensign Ro to take readings of his biological functions to see if he still suffered from the effects of the virus. After a quick scan, she affirmed that he did. She said that his readings were almost normal, he only needed minor attention.

The Captain wanted to approach Ro about finishing his treatments but knowing her as he did, he realized that would-be futile.

The Captain walked towards the examination room to see nurse Omagala. As he drew back the curtain, he observed her petite figure. She was arranging her hair, washing her face and applying some hand lotion. Turning her head, she saw the Captain approach her.

"Nurse, I desperately need to see you. I hope you understand," he explained in a soft voice.

The nurse was dressed in a long white medical garment that opened vertically down the middle and fell to her mid-thigh, with a white strap wrapped around her waist to keep it closed. 

She was taken back that the Captain picked her to receive his medical treatment. She was flattered to see him as her face lit up.

"Well, of course Captain. Please come in. I am tired but I am more than willing to see you," she said smiling as she stared at his crotch.

"Good, I'm glad. This won't require too much time, as I am sure you are quite capable," he said. He approached her and grabbed her shoulders, looking down into her eyes. He had not realized how beautiful she was, with dark brown eyes, button nose and delicate cheeks.

Side-by-side, Captain Picard towered over her petite stature. He grabbed the back and side of her head and smiled, "Thanks." When he gave his appreciation, she slowly undid the knot of her strap. As her robe slowly came apart exposing her cleavage, she glanced down at his crotch and lowered herself to her knees.

The Captain felt embarrassed for the nurse. He needed her services not for himself but for the crew man. Because with the old Navy adage being that the Captain be the last to be rescued, he felt in this instance, he would be the last to receive medical treatment.

She was embarrassed and felt foolish thinking the Captain would choose her as a partner.

"Nurse, I am flattered and in another instance would be most grateful but my duty is too the ship and its personnel first and foremost. I hope you understand. There is a crew member outside that needs your services," he said deliberately cupping her cheek.


Re-cut: The III Penetration of Troi



Still on her knees with her robe partly opened, the Captain motioned for the Lieutenant, who had since dressed in shorts. The Captain put his hand on his shoulder and said, "The nurse will see you now."

Slightly embarrassed the nurse said, "of course Captain."

Regaining her composer, she rose up on her knees and outstretched her hands. The Lieutenant, quite easily excitable, became quickly aroused never having been with an Asian woman.

Reaching up with one hand, she began to massage and stroke him through the fabric of his shorts. The Lieutenant placed his hands on his waist and looked down upon her. She became more aggressive, gripping his manhood and stroking him. So tight was her grip, that the friction of the fabric on his manhood caused it to burn him.

Pulling back the elastic waistband of his shorts, she removed his tool with one hand and lowered his shorts with the other. Now exposed to the cool air, the Lieutenant sighed. Now fully exposed, the size and presence of his manhood was fully appreciated.

After seeing his size, the Captain suspected Ensign Ro's righteous refusal was more than it appeared.

The nurse was slightly intimidated by his size but the subservient nature of the Asian culture precluded her from refusing. If she refused to service the Lieutenant, he would lose face. Not to mention after the Captain made a personal request. 

As she maneuvered the log out of his shorts, she hoped his stamina did not to match its size. As she placed her delicate fingers around the shaft, she licked her lips and took a deep breath. Having just applied hand lotion, her lubricated palms provided both her and him the most opportune means of accomplishing both their goals.

She began to methodically stroke him, alternating her hands while cupping his balls with her moistened fingertips.

Ensign Ro was in the sick bay sipping from a cup. She was leaning on the examination table while awaiting her next appointment. The room was relatively quiet. But as the Lieutenant groans increased as Omagala quickened the pace of her hand job, the air began to reverberate with the sounds of pure carnality.

The Captain watched from behind and to the side of the nurse. The Captain knew he had to leave but desperately wanted to see her mouth around his manhood. 

She frequently glanced up at the Captain, pointing her finger first to the Lieutenant cock and then the Captains crotch. She hoped he would understand her meaning.

Out of the corner of her eyes she saw the Captain motioning with his fingers. Without stopping her measured strokes, she smiled, realizing she was getting the Captain off.

She loosened her vice like grip and removed her hands from the Lieutenant cock. As the sweat trickled down her face, neck and cleavage, she slowly licked her small pouty pink lips and drew out her moistened tongue in the most seductive and tantalizing manner, hoping it would have the desired effect on the Captain. 

The lotion she had applied to her hands caused the Lieutenant shaft and knob to glisten. The large veins of his large cock glimmered as they pulsed with blood. The Lieutenant could hardly contain his pleasure groaning and breathing heavily.

The long robe she wore hung heavy on her shoulders and to the floor now that she was on her knees, the excess fabric folded up and around her knees and lap. Her robe was partly open down the middle, exposing her cleavage, portions of her breasts and flat stomach. 

The Captain groaned softly as the tip of her tongue touched the head of his knob. Staring at the Captain, she slowly began to lick the head of his cock in a methodical circular motion. She realized how her erotic actions stimulated and sexually stirred the Captain.

She glanced at the Captain out of the corner of her beautiful sparkly blue eyes and smiled as she brought one arm up to her breast and massaged herself and tickled her hardened nipple. The Captain grinned back at her, as their eyes met. Then after a deep breath, she relaxed her jaw and attempted to gulp down the lieutenant's sizable piece of meat.

Being quite petite, her mouth and jaw was not equipped to handle something of such size. Barely able to accommodate a quarter of its length, the nurse concentrated on the tip and in using her tongue to initiate sexual pleasures. With her mouth concentrating on the tip of his cock, her petite and moistened hand continued to methodically stroke his shaft, as it easily glided up and down from the lubrication.

But nurse Omagala's blue eyes were fixated not upon the Lieutenant but intently and seductively at the Captain. The Captain realized this while she looked to him. Droplets of perspiration formed on the Captains brow and upper lip. She then turned her shoulders and chest slightly towards the Captain.

The nurse forcefully thrust her head upon the cock, spreading wide her jaw and stretching tight her cheeks from the impact of his manhood on the inside of her mouth.

She was aroused watching the Captain watch her as she watched the Captain. Her squeals of joy began to permeate the room and sick bay. 

The Captain was ready to burst and it took all his self will not to sprout a raging erection, throw her slender body up onto the bio-bed and aggressively mount and penetrate her. The longer he watched, the greater his blood pressure as well as the tension placed on his artificial heart increased.

The Captain abruptly left the room, closing the curtain behind him. He had to regain his composure and present his crew with a steady and reassuring presence.

Crossing the sick bay he saw Ensign Ro observing him as he walked near her. Her glance did not escape him nor did his upon her chest.

"We have an open bed Captain, no waiting," she smirked as she began to open up the robe she wore. As he turned to Ensign Ro and pleaded to her that he could not possibly go with her, a group of about five girls entered the doctor office at the other end of the sick bay.

Staggering back, he withdrew himself from Ensign Ro's reach and reluctantly turned away, intent on seeing if the doctor had found the means to resolve the ships crisis.

On the hollow deck, Data and Counselor Troi materialized back into the program they had left. He and Deanna slowly walked along the beach line, as the water lapped at their bare feet. The ocean breeze ruffled his shirt and gently blew back her hair.

Walking hand in hand, Data was in his moment - walking with a beautiful woman on an isolated beach with every expectation of carnal activities.

Data and Troi enjoyed the beautiful surroundings, sun on their faces and were in bliss. The fabric of her light yellow tube top struggled to hem in and support her breasts, as they swayed with her steps. Her white pleated shorts nicely fitted the contour of her slender legs and tight behind.

In the sick bay, the Captain desperately tried to deflate the chub in his pants initiated by Ensign Ro and nurse Omagala. Entering the doctor office, he noticed that five young girls were lined up against the back wall in height, from smallest to tallest. 

The doctor stood at attention in front of her desk, trying to recompense her previous mistakes. "These are the available girls we spoke about earlier Captain," she said nervously.

The girls were a mix of blondes and brunettes, ranging in height from roughly 5 ft. 4 in. to 5 ft. 9. They were all in good shape and quite thin, especially the girl at the near end. The doctor also organized them in age and chest size, something quite surprising to him. Coincidentally, the most attractive girl had the flattest chest.

As the Captain approached them, they all together softly said, "hello Captain."

"Have you informed these ladies about what we discussed doctor? The Captain inquired, "They are not part of star fleet, right?

The tallest girl had a quite sizable chest. With her chest out and at attention, her midriff T -shirt hung down over her chest roughly 5 in. from her well toned waistline. While the other girls had more modest breasts, they were all quite beautiful.

"I have spoken to all of them as a group and said that there assistance would be on a strictly volunteer basis," the doctor continued.

The sexual arousal he felt from his encounters in the sick bay had not abated. Viewing the line of beautiful girls did not help him in his attempt to quell the fire in his crotch.

"Yes Captain. I have. They realize the nature of my requests and just want to help this ship and its crew," she explained.

Looking over line of girls, the Captain reflected back upon his school days and the women he encountered. With a slight grin on his face, he remembered the girls that never paid him much attention. These must be those naughty girls. 

The groans and squeals emanating from nurse Omagala and the Lieutenant came to a climax, as the Lieutenant shouted what could clearly be heard throughout sick bay and doctor crushers' office, "I'm going to cum nurse. I am going to cum." 

His screams startled the girls in the office, their eyes widened and they all softly gasped.

"Doctor, don't you feel that these girls are too young to get involved in such a mission," he inquired.

"What a blow job. I mean wow! Nurse, I never knew' the male crew member continued. 

"I spoke to them Captain and they all agreed. You may ask them yourself," she insisted.

Captain Picard saw how beautiful, brave and willing to please these girls were. He turned and faced the girl at the head of the line, the tallest and most developed. "You understand what the purpose of your task is? He inquired to the girl.

Looking down at the erection in his pants, she in a sweet adolescent voice smiled and said, "I'm ready to help sir."

"Now this isn't love ladies. This is a pure and unadulterated sex, fucking, understand," he insisted. "This virus causes a lust in males. You will only be a vessel to satisfy their desires. Have no doubt, you will have to perform acts you may be unaware"

The girl was taken aback by his forthrightness but insisted she was willing. The Captain remained hesitant, unwilling to damage the girls youth and innocence.

"Doctor, are these girls even sexually active?

"I believe they all are Captain."

The Lieutenant, who had just finished with nurse Omagala, passed by doctor crusher's office. 

The Captain turned to call for the Lieutenant.

The tall girl with the cut off T-shirt reached behind her back and unclasped her bra and let her large chest drop, her nipples were barely covered by the hemline of the T-shirt. She was preparing herself.

"We have some potential volunteers and I want to ensure they realize what is involved. I need you to explain to these girls how Ensign Ro and the nurse treated your illness" the Captain explained. 

"Captain I don't know why you're so hesitant. These girls seem more than willing," the doctor said.

"Have you treated any crew members yet doctor," he replied. "No? Well if you're not prepared to do what these girls are willing to do on another member of my crew please shut your pie hole."

The doctor was quite embarrassed not only by how the Captain spoke to her but also about her lack of personal contribution to this ship.

"Yes Captain, we are not kids," a couple girls suggested.

"All right Lt. explain to these girls how you were treated," the Captain explain.

The Lieutenant explained what he and the nurse did and then dug into his shorts and removed his large erect instrument. The girls gasped, a few even took a couple steps back. The Captain hoped this vulgar demonstration would dissuade these girls from participating directly or indirectly.

Though some of the girls did become aroused from his descriptions...

One of the smaller girls said "you didn't really make someone swallow you Lt. and do all those things. You are just trying to scare us."

Becoming more apprehensive, the girls began to leave the sick bay as a group. "Thanks anyway girls." The Captain replied. 

Before leaving, some girls approached the Captain and said, "We still want to contribute but we just can't do everything. I hope you understand Captain. All of us would be still very willing to perform hand jobs for you and most any member of the crew," they all said in soft wispy voices.

The thought of those young girls with their hands pumping his crotch only further depressed the Captain, as he would have to reluctantly refuse.

Heavy moans could be heard from the one of the examination rooms. 

With the three quarter length curtain shut, the captain could see Ro waist down upright on her knees, positioned directly in front of another crewmember legs. In that position, she wasn't fooling anyone about what was going on behind that curtain -she was sucking on somebody. 

"You look like you need some relief," as the tallest girl first gazed at the Captains crotch and then in his eyes. He wanted to reach under her shirt and suck on those free swinging ample breasts so bad he could imagine the texture of her nipples on his tongue. But he had to refuse. 

In his state of hysteria, the Captain began to imagine that Ro would request to see him in the ready room. She would enter wearing her normally tight red uniform and sit down in the chair across from his desk. She would thank him for requesting her transfer and if he would allow her to board the most powerful vessel in Star Fleet.

He would dismiss her flattery as military gibberish and reassure Ro of her talents as an officer. She would continue to reap praise upon him, while positioning herself closer to the desk. While talking, he glanced at her chest and observed the outline of her swollen nipples pressing through the sheer fabric of her uniform. The obvious fact that she wasn't wearing a bra causes his heart to race and stirs his groin.

"No Captain, you misunderstand me," she'd say seductively while moistening her lips with her tongue. "I said I would like to thank you by allowing me to board the most powerful vessel in Star Fleet," she would whisper.

He then imagined her standing up leaning forward inches from his face while breathing in her sweet perfume as it inflames his senses. She would raise her hand to her neck and grasp the zipper, then slowly unzip her uniform to mid-breast. As the edges of her uniform gradually separate, her cleavage and upper-half of her sumptuous breasts come into view, while her once trapped body heat escapes then wafts across his face. 

Ensign Ro would then walk around his desk and face him sitting in his chair. She'd brush the hair from her face and take a deep breath. As her lungs expanded, her voluptuous breasts would force apart her uniform, uncovering her breasts and forcing the zipper further downward towards her waist. Her breasts now fully exposed, hung proudly before him.

The erection and his pants began to tear against the fabric of his uniform.

It was almost as in slow motion as he observed her uniform separate and the zipper move down exposing her breasts.

Click by click by click by click by click until coming to a rest inches above her treasure.

No one spoke.

Ensign Ro would then clasp the Captain's hands and lead them up to her shoulders, where she'd motion for Captain to take hold of the remaining fabric resting on her forearms. With a slow steady pull, the Captain Freed her arms and continued down her body, over and around her butt until the uniform rested atop her feet. 

As she stepped out her uniform, he'd stand up and remove his uniform. Unzipping it from behind and down over his chest, his waist and to his feet. She would position herself, standing in between his knees and lean forward, bracing her arms by taking hold the top of his chair. 

Raising one leg and then the other forward to straddle the chair, she now stood directly above his cock and firmly against his chest and face. As she lowered herself, her breasts brushed against the Captain's face. Taking hold of his cock with one of her moist palms, she would guide herself down upon his raging erection.

"Oooooooooh," Ro purred like a cat.

As she lowered herself upon him, he felt her warmth radiate through his throbbing cock. The Captain arched his head back, gasping for breath as he experienced a ferocious wave of sensuous pleasure flow across his body and mind.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes" was all the Captain could mutter.

She looked into the Captain's eyes and smiled. Ensign Ro would then begin to slowly and methodically gyrate and thrust herself forcefully upon his cock. He wrapped his hands around her butt and squeezed her flesh. He would also run his arms up and down her sides, from her petite waist, the subtle contour of her ribs and over and around her supple breasts.

With each of her thrusts, her amorous breasts rose up and down as if part of a mesmerizing dance. Her nipples, already swollen, seemed to call out to the Captain. He'd lean forward and begin to manipulate the tips with his thumbs, lips and tongue.

There was so much he wanted to do to her and her body simultaneously, he became enraged with anticipation.

She became more aggressive, not satisfied with his depth. She would reach out her hands beside his waist and begin to pull back his hips, hoping to force him deeper into her. She wanted more, bigger, deeper and faster. When he reached her spot, she let out a high pinched and throaty squeal.

"John Luc, John Luc, John Luc," she'd scream repeatedly though her white teeth in increasingly higher pitches while clutching her breasts. His would then wrap his muscular arms tightly around her delicate frame and with his powerful legs, raise her up off the chair. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Still inside her, he pivoted her towards his desk laying her body across the table.

Once on his desk, he'd position her by pulling her to the edge. He would then raise her legs atop his shoulders, exposing her for maximum penetration. The look in her eyes was feral. He began to penetrate her in violent thrusting of his hips. The impacts made her body rock. Her tight rotund butt provided the perfect cushion upon which her body laid as it undulated across his desk. 

"Mother fucker, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit" she screamed out.

He would decide to open her up. Taking a momentary break, he then motioned for her to grab her legs behind her knees to fully spread apart her legs. 

The Captain was now in a formidable position between her legs. She was exposed, defenseless, at his will but also insatiable, and raised her head off the table waiting for the Captain to at last conquer her quivering body. She was a ball of pent up sensual energy. 

"Fuck yes Jean-Luc," she screeched with his forceful impacts.

"Who has the most powerful vessel in Star Fleet," he demanded her to answer.

"Jean-Luc, Jean-Luc," she passionately responded.

He grabbed her hips, breasts and nipples, as she flailed her head on top the table.

He saw her face and felt her body twinge, as he slowed his pace feeling a surge build in his crotch and balls. He knew he hit her spot and anticipated her fierce sexual discharge. Within seconds, she'd scream, "oooh, ooooh, ooooh, oooooh, yeees, yees," as she clutched her amorous soft breasts and repeatedly climaxed.

Still inside her, he withdrew himself and responded in kind, grabbing her behind the neck and raising her off the table. Breathing heavily, her chest rose up high and down with each breath, defining the contours of her rib cage and forcing her breasts forward. 

Droplets of perspiration beaded on her finely toned stomach and around her hips.

The subtle sensation she felt in her mouth, as his essence coated the back of her throat, tongue, teeth as well as the texture, taste and warmth of his cock, caused her to moan a deep throaty whimper "Ummmmh!." Grabbing her chest, she firmly squeezed her breasts and twisted her nipples. With his last drop, she finally swallowed the embodiment of his manhood.




Re-cut: The III Penetration of Troi



"Captain, Captain, can you hear me."

He did not respond at first.

The girl repeated herself, "Captain, are you okay."

His mind was in a haze, his thoughts were clouded slowly coming out of this dream. He saw the beautiful girl in front of him concerned about his state of mind. He then placed his arms on her shoulder, smiled and asked her what she wanted.

"To fix your problem," she replied innocently.

Having come to his senses, he realized he was in the sick bay talking to a young female student about hand jobs. He needed a moment to gather himself, stirred by the erotic dream episode he just experienced. 

The ship was still in danger, but he could not escape the possibilities of being with this or all of these girls. 

He was experiencing the worst case of blue balls ever.

The groans and vocal pleasures emanating from Ro dispensing her medical treatments came to an end with one last deep moan from her patient. Within moments, Ro raised off her knees and appeared in the sick bay, leaned over the sink and spit.

Her face and body was moist with sweat as pools of perspiration formed between her breasts, down her stomach to her waist and the curve of her back. The Captain observed her make a mark above the door frame, signaling the number five.

She looked tired. About the same time, he turned and saw nurse Omagala leave her station. They met each other at the nursing station. 

"How did it go? Ensign Ro inquired. At first, the nurse didn't reply, normally quite bashful by nature. Ensign Ro asked her again, "how did it go with that asshole?

The nurse stammered, trying to remain professional about this unprofessional situation. 

"Did he release himself on you? Ensign Ro remarked. The nurse responded only by raising her head. "That's why I refused him," Ro replied stubbornly. 

"In your face," Ro continued. The nurse responded only by pointing to her cheek. "What a jerk, wait until I see him again, officer or no officer" Ro said angrily.

"But that wasn't the only thing concerning him" the nurse interjected. 

"What do you mean? Ro said inquisitively.

"It was his size," she whispered to Ro. 

"Yeah, I know. It was difficult for me too. That thing should have its own rank" Ro playfully sighed. 

"Yeah, maybe it should be called the Admiral" the nurse giggled.

"Women always talk about wanting something like that in them but when it's staring you in the face, one might have second thoughts" Ro contemplated.

"You might be right Ro but I believe we just weren't used to something of that girth. Were you able to get it down your throat?

"I could barely breathe at first but in time, after I moistened his shaft with my lips and tongue, his cock more manageable" Ro revealed.

"Wow, I was only able to suck the knob of his cock. I'm amazed Ro"

"Thanks" Ro blushed with pride regarding her talents, "yes, I'm pretty good giving head. There is nothing like the taste and having your mouth full of warm cock."

"Has the Captain been treated yet" Ro asked the nurse.

"I thought I was going to take care of him but he declined in deference to one of the crew," the nurse replied.

"How noble" Ro replied aroused thinking of the possibilities of her servicing the Captain.

"I hope I get a second chance" the nurse replied. "Well let's hope one of us takes care of him" Ro said charitably.

The Captain expressed his appreciation to the girls about their offer but insisted they wait for him to call them if there services would be needed. He then walked to the doctors office, to discuss how do resolve this crisis.

"Hasn't Guinan come down yet? The Captain exclaimed realizing she had not shown up.

"She said she is on her way Captain. But my precious son Wesley has a great and feasible idea Captain" the doctor insisted.

"Yes Wesley, what is it?

"Given the time constraints and lack of supply in both quality and quantity, I thought I could summon my friend 'the traveler' to assist us with this problem Captain" Wesley said earnestly.

"What do you mean quantity and quality Wesley" the Captain replied.

"Well, my mommy says you don't believe some available talent is old enough to relieve some of the male crew members. Which I happen to disagree because some of the girls you turned away are like oral vacuums, they have reputations Captain" Wesley said.

"Also my mommy said you requested Guinan to the sick bay to assist Ro and my moms nurse. Let me tell you Captain, no one even if ordered will want to fuck Guinan. You will have a mutiny on your ship. She looks beastly, as if she was randomly reconfigured in the transporter beam" Wesley continued.

"I mean maybe Worf or Geordie, being visually blind, but no one else" Wesley said in a matter of fact tone of voice.

The Captain laughed, chuckling at Wesley's characterization of Guinan.

"What is your solution son?

"My friend 'The traveler' may be able to travel using his abilities and bring back more women to help the ship Captain" Wesley explained.

"Sorry" the Captain said confused.

"Captain, we are about three weeks at full warp from large populations. But ' the traveler' can travel seconds, minutes, hours, days or even years in the future or past instantaneously and bring back volunteers into our present time."

"Brilliant, just brilliant Ensign Crusher" the Captain remarked, "How soon will he be here? 

"I must contact him first but I assume only a couple of minutes after that" Wesley replied.

Guinan finally arrived and met with the doctor and after some discussion surprisingly agreed to assist. The doctor explained that her patient would arrive soon and for her to wait for them to come down.

The Captain ordered Geordie and Worf to meet him sick bay. When they arrived, they had many questions for the Captain about their heightened sexual arousal and desires. 

The Captain said he knew how they felt and will provide a remedy soon. He beckoned for Guinan and introduced them to her. "I order both of you to accompany Guinan to her quarters. I'm sure once you are there you will know what to do. She is under orders but actually volunteered to work with you" the Captain explained.

Worf and Geordie were slightly confused, aroused, and obeyed orders, following her out of the sick bay.

"Doctor we are in luck! 'The 'traveler' is willing to assist us in resolving the problem affecting the enterprise"

The Captain continued, "But have you worked out the correct ratio of women to men?" 

The three of them faced the Doctor sitting at her desk. "We will need at least between 20 to 35 more females actively participating to resolve this crisis Captain."

"Of course we don't yet know if we will find volunteers or the physical makeup of these females. I also don't believe one can be picky when confronted with death or screwing some fat ugly woman, pardon my French, right Captain?" Wesley said.

"Yes, but we must also appreciate the fact that certain female characteristics will initiate a more intense sexual arousal by males and lead more quickly to orgasm, thereby ensuring a faster a more successful medical treatment. Isn't that also right Doctor." the Captain responded.

"I agree with you Captain, of course," Wesley interjected, "But mother I must say that even though some say a blow job is a blow job and screw is a screw, I believe that's only true if your deaf, dumb and blind, or if your Geordie or Worf," Wesley snickered to himself. 

"To be Frank Captain, if I had a choice between having sex with counselor Troi or Guinan, even though they are both women, I would definitely without question choose counselor Troi," Wesley interjected passionately.

"Just the thought of doing it with Guinan makes my testicles itch" Wesley shuddered, "I am sure some men would even choose a quick death than fucking Guinan," Wesley said.

"Well, what type of woman then?" the doctor inquired. 

Wesley and the Captain turned to each other puzzled who should speak first.

"My sweet dear Wesley, what do boys your age really like? I know my dear Wesley boys your age are extremely endearing to oral sex, right?" 

The Dr. continued, embarrassing her son in front of the Captain.

"Damn it mother, stop embarrassing me! I want my own life mother. Stay out of my sex life please" Wesley said angrily in a tirade of emotion.

"It's not just boys doctor who like oral sex" the Captain interjected "but we must find women who can fulfill the majority of sexual expectations most men desire."

Large breasts, narrow hips, long legs, kind appearance, great smile and teeth, brunette hair, brown eyes, small compact buttocks, beautiful face, flat stomach and endearing sensual personality," the three of them continued, shouting out physical and psychological characteristics most preferred by them.

The doctor recorded their sexual check list as they rambled on.

"Stop, stop, stop" the Captain demanded, "we can't really expect one woman to have every trait we desire, can we?"

"Wesley, when you venture out with the 'traveler', seek out women who have most of the traits we mentioned, okay?" The Captain explained.

"But Captain, there are many races among the crew. Which race of women should I choose" Wesley answered.

"Among the crew, which female crew member is most desired Wesley?"

"There are quite a few females which are highly desired Captain."

"Do your best and just get the most attractive women who are guaranteed to suck and fuck without hesitation. We cannot afford the time to convince anyone. As soon as these women get on board, I want them on their knees or on their back and raring to go."

Doctor crusher was a little put off by the vulgar conversation but did not comment.

On the hollow deck, Deanna turned on her side. At his direction, Deanna began stroking data's chest serving him refreshments. She stood up and walked towards the refreshments bar at the head of the sand mound behind them. 

She was dressed in a light yellow tube top with bright white cotton shorts

Data observed her sultry walk as her firm behind danced against the confines of her white cotton shorts.

Resting on his back, Deanna returned with nourishments to feed her man, her provider.

"I brought some refreshments for you" Deanna whispered.

Looking up at her, data nodded his head.

Deanna lowered herself to her knees near his shoulders. Sitting on her knees, she placed the platter of refreshments near data's head. She decided to serve her sexual playmate some wine, cheese, an assortment of crackers and fresh grapes.

She wanted to please him. She wanted to make her master happy - to serve him in any way.

"Please, serve me now Deanna my little concubine," Data said in a very smug tone of voice, as he snapped his fingers.

Only when directed, she poured a glass of wine and handed it to Data. Deanna fed him grapes and other fruit on the tray with her fingers.

When he finished his wine, he looked out onto the horizon as the sun began to set. All his life Data strove to become more human. On this beautiful sunlit beach, with its plants, animals, surrounded by nature's beauty and about to have a beautiful woman, Data felt more human than he ever had in his life.

He initiated his sexual program, upon which he became hard and filled out the wrinkles in his shorts. Deanna was glad to see Data's shorts begin to fill out. Giddy with excitement, she let out a deep gasp as she stared at Data's crotch.

"Can I, can I Data" Deanna repeated as she stared at his crotch.

In full command, he refused her request just to tease her. Deanna, chomping the bit to get started, began to fondle her breasts through the soft fabric.

Deanna then positioned herself between his legs. Deanna was kneeling in the sand, with her hands on her lap. Her long hair was pulled back behind her delicate neck, exposing her bare shoulders. Her breasts hung low in her cotton tube top. He could clearly see her cleavage above the upper edge of her top, as well as the droplets of perspiration trickling down her chest, face and her well toned stomach.

"Please nurture me now" Data quietly spoke, as he waived his hand like a Roman emperor signaling the start of a race

Her face brightened as she smiled revealing her bright white teeth. Her eyes widened and the look turned from passive and subservient to motivated and intensive. Data opened his legs a little wider. Deanna repositioned herself on her stomach and chest, with her head only inches above his crotch.

When unfastened, she firmly gripped the sides of his shorts and pulled them down off his waist to mid-thigh. Once released from its confinement, his cock sprung forward up to near her face. Deanna let out soft sigh, anticipating her pleasures.

As her soft hands and fingers manipulated his cock into position, Data let out a soft groan, "start sucking it already baby."

As the warm air brushed the head of his cock, Data released another groan "yes, yes." Data raised his head, staring intently as Deanna rested herself on her stomach and elbows. The intensity in her eyes was thrilling to him as his cock slowly disappear into her gaping mouth and moistened lips.

"Go on, go on, more, more, a little more," Data egged on Deanna, as more and more of him disappeared into her dainty mouth.

Deanna momentarily stopped and pulled back to take a breath. As she breathed through her nose, Data noticed a red ring around him from Deanna's red lipstick. The red line acted as almost a water line or threshold of her oral passage. 

Data placed his hand at the back of her head and lightly pulled. Like a fine filly racehorse reacting to the whip, Deanna instantaneously redacted by eagerly consuming his cock, letting out a high pitched squeal as she passed her previous depth - the ring of red lipstick.

Just before she consumed his entire length, Data noticed her arch her neck and head, surmising it was her technique of allowing her throat to accommodate something of size down her delicate throat. It was almost snake-like.

Once she had him entirely in her, Deanna paused, breathing heavily through her inflamed nostrils. She was still, almost as if she was attached. The warmth of her mouth and throat radiated through his android cock initiating pleasure responses.

"Yes baby, I'm here all day" Data replied nonchalantly.

She did not move but made throaty groans with Data still down her throat "Umh, ummm, mm, ummm." 

Her reaction was similar to when she consumed chocolate. It was almost as she expected his cock to melt in her mouth. She then opened her mouth and slowly withdrew.

With that hint by Data, she began to stroke him momentarily before again taking him in her mouth. Data brushed back the hair from her face and off his crotch so that his viewpoint was uninterrupted. 

She was much more methodical this time in the way she enveloped his cock. She was less concerned with speed and much more interested in the depth and sensation, using her pouty lips and tongue much more to invigorate his bulbous knob, thick shaft and android balls.

Up, down, up down her head traveled on his cock, stopping momentarily to lick his moistened knob, throbbing shaft and balls. Her reapplication of lipstick was evidenced by the reddish streaks of her lipstick, as her tightly constricted lips traveled up and down his roadway.

As Deanna continued to orally pump Data's cock, waves of pleasure tripped his circuitry. "Suck it counselor, faster, do it, yes baby" Data moaned...

With his legs bent up and to the side, Deanna was comfortably on her chest between his inner thighs. The perspective he had of Deanna intently working on his cock only complemented the ocean view above her head, as the waves crashed up against the white sandy beach.

On the beach, Data was nearing orgasm "you are beautiful sucking me baby, just keep on sucking."

Concentrating on his knob, Deanna took most of him out of her throat and began to massage his knob while stroking his thick shaft with her small slender fingers. Her cheeks bulged out, as they were stretched by his cock when she lowered herself upon his instrument.

Data reached forward to grab the back of her head and pressed it down upon his cock. Deanna initially resisted but relented as his cock increased 1/8 an inch in girth, filling her mouth and spreading wider her jaw and cheeks. 

She squealed and lowered her hand to manipulate her nipples. Her mouth stuffed with his meet, Data exploded with jets of cum against the back of her throat and tongue. 

Deanna shivered as the erotic sensations traveled throughout her body from her pussy to her breasts. Her mouth stuffed with his enlarged cock and his juices quickly filling her oral cavity, Deanna's heart raced in excitement and pleasure not wanting this moment to end.

As she aggressively fondled her breasts and swollen nipples, Data released his last load into her throat.

"Ummmmmmmmmmmhh!" Deanna softly murmured.

She loved the feeling of fullness in her mouth. The texture, the taste, the warmth, the firmness of a cock, any cock in her mouth and throat, against her tongue, teeth and walls of her mouth, thrilled her.

The bobbing of her head against his shaft slowed as his streams of cum gradually subsided. Not wanting to waste a drop, she maintained her constriction with her pouty lips around his shaft and knob.

Perspiration dripping from her nose and chin, Deanna raised her head of Data and then raised herself to her feet. Looking up at Deanna, Data regained his composure while appreciating a new perspective of the beautiful counselor.

Viewing her waistline and the underside of her quite soft round, delicate and ample breasts, he was captivated. It was as if one was looking up from below a Christmas tree on Christmas morning. Beautiful large round ornaments hanging low on the branches.

"Umph,aaah" Data grunted having spent himself.

Deanna walked to the tree line adjacent them keeping her mouth closed, her breasts freely swaying with each step, as the evening sun beat down upon her supple skin, breasts, face and slender body. Droplets of perspiration formed beads on her face, cleavage, breasts and down her flat stomach and legs.

As she stirred up the powdery white sand, the sand crystals attached themselves to the moisture forming over her slender body, with patches of sand sticking to her nipples, waistline and lower legs.

At the tree line, Deanna leaned over slightly and began to spit the creamy contents out of her mouth. Data observed her wonderful slender profile, her thin narrow hips, thighs and calves as well as appreciating the view as her supple breasts fell off her chest when she leaned forward.

She sauntered back towards him. Standing above data with her legs straddling his waist, Deanna began to unfasten her white cotton shorts.

Resting on his elbows, Data took in all of her beauty as she began to undress, "yes baby, and come to daddy."

She leaned over slightly, allowing her to more easily slide her shorts over and around her hips. With a seductive look on her face, she smiled, licked her lips and then smiled, "I'm coming Commander. I'm almost there. Are you ready for me Mr. Data? She said softly.

Looking at his eyes and then to his crotch, the answer was obvious. Data's rock hard tool was at attention and ready to take on all comers.

She smiled again, revealing her bright white teeth and endearing face, her hair down around her shoulders.

She then slowly lowered herself, kneeling down straddling his waistline. Reaching under herself, she grasped him at his base positioning Data as she engulfed him inch by inch by inch by inch until he disappeared.

"Ooooooooooooooh! Deanna softly cooed like a bird as Data slowly penetrated her.

"Yes, you read my mind counselor." Data replied aroused.

Deanna then leaned forward, placing her hands on top of Data's shoulders and began to slowly thrust her against him. Flinging her head back in pleasure, her throat became more exposed, tantalizing Data. For how could such a narrow and slender neckline accommodate his large cock?




Re-cut: The III Penetration of Troi



Data reached up to caress her delicate throat and cheeks. Her thrusts increased in both speed and force, causing her breasts to rise up and fall on her chest, it became mesmerizing.

Data wanted a better look. He raised his hands and clasped the sides of her top and slowly pulled it up over her chest, up and around her nipples, head and arms.

As he slid the flimsy top off her arms, her once bundled and bunched long hair fell gently over her eyes and shoulders. She became amused as her hair covered her eyes and brushed her hair from her face. Deanna smiled as the warm ocean air caressed her exposed breasts and nipples.

She resumed her thrusts, again and again, deeper, harder, faster leaning forward on his shoulders. With every thrust her breasts rose and fell with each impact, her breasts heaving forward towards his face. 

Data began to fondle her soft delicate breasts and hardened nipples with his fingertips causing Deanna to scream out, her head arched back pointed to the blue sky"

Droplets of perspiration began to drip from her face, down her throat and down and around her heaving breasts. Up down up down her breasts heaved forward and back, as she leaned forward bucking up against his cock.

She clenched her teeth moaning as Data morphed his cock, increasing the ribbing of his shaft." Her head arched back, she stretched her neck almost as if in pain but instead experienced an acute wave of sensual pleasure as he grew inside her.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, yes, yes" she squealed between her teeth and clenched jaw.

"Again, again, again, again, yes, more, yes, fuck me" Deanna screamed in a high pitched squeal.

Her breasts rose and fell on her chest more prominently now, as she raised herself higher and dropped herself harder down upon his cock, attempting deeper penetration.

Deanna screamed for more - she became insatiable.

She halted her gyrations, gritted her teeth, desperately clutched her breasts and began to howl in a throaty tone of voice, as she suffered crippling orgasms.

As she suffered the effects of her first orgasm, she simply fell off Data to the side and onto the sand, clutching her breasts and curling her legs up to her chest.

Data continued to stroke himself on his back, not yet having reached nirvana. He walked towards the counselor after 5 minutes had passed. He got her attentions and motioned that he needed her to finish him off. Still physically weak, she complied with his request and rose to her knees.

"I will only need one minute and 10.5 seconds of your time counselor" Data murmured.

On her knees, she opened wide her mouth and closed her beautiful brown eyes. Data approached and slowly filled her mouth with his cock. Almost unconscious, she began to satisfy him orally.

Her eyes only slightly opened now, she sucked him hard, her cheeks distorted as they folded inward in her attempts to drain his cock. As Data had precisely calculated, at exactly one minute and 10.5 seconds he withdrew and prepared himself for orgasm. 

Up on her knees, she continued to slowly fondle her breasts.

He released powerful jets of his android cum into her mouth.

"Yes, fuck, fuck, yes" Data moaned.

"Ummmmmmmmmmh" Deanna murmured with her head in the air and eyes closed, as her mouth filled with data's sweet juices. 

"Ummmmmmmmh," Deanna purred in arousal as he coated her tongue.

When he finished, he removes his hands from her head and sat back down on the beach. 

Deanna's mouth overflowing, she turned away from Data and continued to spit until she expelled his cum.

Deanna also collapsed on her back, her body sprawled across the sandy mound. 

Her nipples pointed to the sky, her naked body fully exposed. Her slender body was as one with nature, the wildlife and dunes around her were filled with the sounds and subtle beauty of nature.

Deanna, exhausted, quickly fell asleep. Meanwhile, Data rose and dressed. Not wanting to disturb lovely Deanna, he quietly dressed then initiated the transporter and left the hollow-deck.

Deanna remained asleep on her side, as the gentle waves broke across the sandy white beach line and the Sun's rays shined down upon her soft, moist and delicate olive skin.

Deanna lay on the secluded beach fully exposed, alone, vulnerable, inviting and tempting.

In the sick bay, Wesley walked into his mommy's office with the' traveler'. Captain Picard was pleased with Wesley's prompt reaction.

"I'm glad you could assist us with this most peculiar problem" Captain Picard informed the traveler.

"Well Captain, I thought about where do go and realized we must be careful at what time period we select " Wesley responded.

"How so Ensign" Captain Picard responded, "Do you mean to say we may impact future or past earth histories."

"Yes Captain. But we must also consider not only affecting the history on many worlds but also the future's on many worlds" Wesley replied.

"I suggest traveling only to period's in the future or past of no more than 40 years. In that way our appearance and our technology won't be or seem too out of place" Wesley suggested.

"I agree. I also believe we should stay in our own family. In other words, only select personnel from the various commissions of the star ship Enterprises. Even though our mission is quite necessary, I don't believe I nor the female crew would appreciate Star Fleet command or other personnel becoming aware of our actions" Captain Picard demanded...

"I agree Captain" Wesley replied.

"Now Ensign, we must decide on the number, physical characteristics and all around attractiveness to ensure we accomplish our mission" Captain Picard said "let us go ask your mother."

On the bridge, the command crew became increasingly hostile to each other. They were completely unaware as to the cause of their pent up carnal desires. Barkley was at most risk to the perilous effects from the virus, as he continued to masturbate.

The android thought to be Lor also remained in the brig, still unable to convince the Captain of his innocence.

"What the fuck are you waiting for Ensign Crusher," the Captain exclaimed, hoping to motivate Wesley to act.

"Yes, Captain. I'll leave right away. Mama, you said between 25 and 35 women, right?"

"Yes dear. The difference in number is because of the unknown. Meaning, some women may be more experienced or accomplished sexually and therefore able to finish a man faster than someone who may not be as motivated" Doctor droned on.

"Oh, captain. Past or future? What time line should I explore?

"Right, I think the past may be more advantages for us. Women years ago were much more amiable and receptive to short term commitments than women are today. I'm sure it will only get worse in the future" Captain Picard explained.

"I agree completely Captain. No wonder why most crewmen on this ship, including married men, use older hollow-deck programs to satisfy their needs," Wesley explained.

Having searched through the history of the starship enterprise, Wesley decided his first stop would be at the beginning - Star ship NX-01.

"I'm off to Risa first Captain. Commander Riker always raves about the women on Risa. After all, they deal with this ailment with their men all the time."

"Good show" Captain Picard urged him on.

"I'm off to the brig Doctor. You may contact me there," he suggested.

Wesley and 'the traveler' dematerialized within seconds.

Doctor crusher walked out into the sick bay to follow up on her nurses. The moans and pleasurable voices were heard even before she physically entered the room. 

To one side, Ensign Roe was on all fours, being forcefully penetrated from behind: not her anus. She was bare, her head arched back. She bit her bottom lip, trying to cope with emotional feelings surging throughout her slender body. 

In profile, her heavy amorous breasts slowly swayed with each impact against her rear. The impacts into her and against her tight contoured butt sounded like someone cracking open walnuts. 

Again and again and again and again, the unnamed crewmen continued slamming into her while firmly taking hold of her slender hips for balance.

To the other side of the room, her nurse was on her knees coping with an unusually short but thick organ. 

The curtains of both their rooms were left half open, either from forgetfulness or, after servicing so many men, they were indifferent to whoever saw them.

The crewmen left marks on Ensign Roe's butt, squeezing her cheeks with his fingers. Changing position, he took hold of her shoulders.

Perspiration was dripping from Ensign Roe's forehead, voluptuous breasts and forming little puddles of condensation atop the small of her slender back. As she raised her head upwards, the minute musculature of her firm well toned back became more pronounced. Her rib cage became more defined, as she stretched and curved her slender frame, desperately trying to react to the sensual pleasures she was experiencing.

Wesley entered his mommy's office with women from Risa stacked up behind him.

"Here mommy, I assembled 25 women from Risa. They didn't take much convincing though. Which is good, I guess."

"When did you find these women my dearest Wesley" Dr. Crusher said.

He decided that it would be best to travel back two years to the time when Commander Riker last visited Risa. In that way, these women and the administrators of Risa would be familiar with the characteristics of ship personnel and various cultures existing on the Enterprises.

"I selected the cream of the crop mommy. Five of these women have won contests for oral, vaginal and anal sex. And about a third of these women have placed in various categories of sexual satisfaction. Mommy, if these gals don't make a guy blow his load within minutes, they must be gay or fucking Romulan" Wesley excitedly expressed.

"Oh, my dearest Wesley. Why must you be so enamored with your language" Doctor Crusher softly whispered.

"Mommy, these women are here for the express purpose, dedicated to and live for fucking and sexual gratification. These gals won't do us any good in charting Star formations, understand" Wesley furiously responded to his mother.

Doctor crusher looked towards her cherished son and decided to leave well enough alone then said, "Great my dear. I have configured a duty log. The log describes where each of them should report and the quota we need them to satisfy, okay? She replied.

"Sure mommy, they are familiar with the Star ship. They are on a first name basis with Commander Riker and many of the crew members in question," Wesley insisted.

"Great son, please hand out these fliers to these women now. We cannot waist any time" she frantically described.

"I haven't had any other luck, though mother. All I found so far were Commander Riker's whores. I have one last trip to make mommy. Hopefully we can find more volunteers. I'll the back as soon as possible" Wesley said as he distributed the leaflets.

"I really want to find a special woman for Captain Picard. Someone with all the sexual attributes he described as his most preferred when we spoke earlier" Wesley exclaimed and then dematerialized with 'the traveler'.

The women from Risa were all very attractive, raging in height from 5 ft. 5 in. to 5 ft. 10. It wasn't just the fact that these pleasure companions had well proportioned figures, breasts, butt, legs etc., but they also displayed very athletic figures.

Their clothes left little to the imagination. Most of their garments were composed of loose almost transparent clothing. Wesley knew what to select and these thoroughbreds were sure to sexually please.

Captain Picard continued to interrogate who he believed to be data's brother. In checking out his story and cross checking experiences only Commander Data would know, the Captain wanted to be absolutely convinced before he lowered the security screen.

The Captain had given up on hiding his arousal from the crew. 

Discussing the prisoners fate with his security staff and maintaining his mental discipline was made especially more difficult because of his inability to erase the visions of nurse Omagala on her knees orally consuming that crew man.

"Yes, yes, yes, do it, do it, faster, harder, my god I'm Cumming," Ensign Roe's voice screamed out, as the sound of her voice echoed throughout the sick bay.

Minutes later, the two crew man Ensign Roe and nurse Omagala finished treating slowly crossed the doorway of the doctor's office. Their voices could be faintly overheard.

"How about it man? Was that great or what?" one crewmember said enthusiastically. 

"You're right, man. What a fuck. That Ensign Roe is quite a filly. I mean I pounded her hard and she kept coming back for more

"What about that nurse" the other crewmen asked.

"She was so thin and petite, I felt like I was screwing a doll" one man laughed.

"But seriously, she was terrific and what about that blow job, god I was due for one! My only complaint was that she couldn't get me down her tiny and slender throat. But I had a tremendous orgasm and boy she eagerly swallowed it all. It was fantastic, like a sink."

"I didn't have that problem with Ensign Roe," the other crewmen retorted, "she had such a slender but firm body, athletic, her shoulders were sculpted and toned, not to mention her firm back and legs. But yes, she took me all the way down. I don't know how she did it without gagging."

"Did she swallow" he asked.

"No, that Ensign didn't swallow. But man, she did everything else passionately. What a fuck, wow! I couldn't have asked for more" he replied appreciatively.

They continued discussing their encounters and the performances of Ensign Roe and nurse Omagala as they continued their way out of the sick bay.

After a few minutes, Ensign Roe and the nurse slid the curtain of their respective insemination rooms open.

Ensign Roe approached just outside of doctor crusher's office, attempting to order a drink in the replicator. "Black coffee, strong" she instructed the computer.

Ensign Roe's uniform had been traded for a long white towel she wrapped around her chest that hung down to her mid-thigh. She was dressed and acted very casually.

Doctor crushers nurse was dressed in a long medical garment.

Doctor crusher summoned the two of them to her office.

"Yes doctor, what do you need now," they chimed together.

Both women took a seat around the doctor's desk. All three women faced each other in their seats. The doctor suggested they take a few minutes to recoup their strength. Ensign Roe and the doctor slowly initiated some small talk.

After a few minutes, Ensign Roe and the nurse could not help but relay their experiences with serving on the enterprise. Doctor crusher took part in the conversation that involved subjects like Captain Picard, Star Fleet, various missions, and career paths each have chosen for themselves.

Ensign Roe was the first to broach the subject, although quite crudely, regarding the "medical" treatments taking place throughout the ship.

"Boy, they grow them pretty big in Star Fleet, if you catch my meaning," she informed the group.

"My" Doctor crusher replied, stunned at her forthrightness...

Roe continued, "I mean doctor, you do yearly physicals of all crew members, right. When you see what some of these guys are packing, you must get pretty weak in the knees, right."

"Well, I don't think of patients sexually. I try to remain detached," doctor crusher replied nervously.

Completely out of character, nurse Omagala chimed in, "come on doctor, and be honest. Just today we saw beautiful male specimens, handsome, muscles and some large, you know. Being with any of these men never crosses your mind, bullshit."

"Well I am a woman but I try to block it out" she continued to resist their insinuations.

"What about the Captain? Don't tell us you wouldn't love to be with him?" Ensign Roe persisted.

Doctor crusher felt slightly intimated, remembering her days on the school yard being teased by the cool girls because of her social awkwardness.

"Come on doctor, if Captain Picard knocked on your door in an affectionate mood, you wouldn't let him in" Roe persisted, "you'd be all over him.".. 

"Well, I, umm, yes I suppose so, if you must know" Doctor Crusher whispered staring down at her desk, a slight grin forming on the corner of her mouth.

"Don't be so embarrassed doctor. I was extremely flattered when I thought the Captain wanted me to treat him" nurse Omagala confessed proudly.

"Really doctor, I believe there isn't one female crewmember or officer on this ship who wouldn't want to board Captain Picard" Roe honestly admitted.

"Intruder alert!" Nurse Omagala interjected, laughing hysterically.

Roe joined her in a good laugh, even doctor crusher smiled. The strenuous circumstances under which they were placed instilled a familial camaraderie among them. Even though they had their differences, for now anyway, they would try to set them aside.

As the laughter quieted, Ensign Roe broached the obvious subject, who would treat Captain Picard?

Doctor crusher admitted she would be happy to volunteer. "After all, as Roe had made explicitly clear to me earlier, I haven't yet treated a patient." 

The Doctor reflected, how could I ask the crew or my staff to do something I would not. 

"Fuck'n A. Let her feel what it's like" nurse Omagala echoed.

In an uncontrollable outburst, Guinan stormed into the doctor's office. 

She was wet with perspiration. Her hair was uncontrolled, dirty, wild looking, unkempt. The flowing gown she normally wears was ripped, torn in many places as if it had been clawed at by an animal. She had a bruised cheek and a couple scratches on her face. She looked primitive, brutish, undomesticated, and bestial with a wild look in her eyes and face.

"I am fucking done with this fucking shit!" Guinan screamed, "No fucking more, no way!"

"My god, what happened to you" doctor crusher sympathized. All of them were concerned and tense, as to what might have happened to her.

"I am fucking leaving" she said rubbing her sore arm, "I have got to get the hell out of his fucking office. This damn ship, fuck you doctor!"

"Please, please, settle down and take a seat Guinan" the doctor explained, trying to help her regain her composure."

The room was silent. Everyone was hanging on Guinan next word, hoping she would explain who did this to her.

"That fucking Klingon!" She screamed.

"What?" Doctor crusher replied, perplexed.

"I said that fucking Klingon!" She repeated, angrily.

Still unsure, doctor crusher whispered, "Do you mean Worf?"

"Worf?" Ensign Roe said perplexed, "why?"

Pausing 10 seconds to catch her breath Guinan yelled, "Have you ever been fucked hard by an aroused and sexually out of control Klingon? Well if you don't look like me, you haven't!"

A few seconds went by, Roe and Omagala tried to hide their reactions from Guinan, their faces in their hands pointed to the floor.

Unable to control themselves any longer, they all burst out laughing hysterically. Tears formed in their eyes, Ensign Roe with her endearing bright smile, Omagala clutched her sides laughing.

Bewildered by their reaction, Guinan stammered, "what, what, hey, why are you guys laughing. Didn't you here what I said. For gods sake, look at me!"

She became increasingly angered by their amusement to her physical treatment, their lack of sympathy.

"Damn it, didn't you here what I said. Look at me!" Guinan said, futility trying to win them back to her side.

"I'm sorry but it's just too funny," Ensign Roe giggled.

"Funny? Have you ever been punched and thought it was pleasurable. Or have you ever had a cock of that size and shape plunged into you. I mean my damn it. Not only was he fucking huge but it was oblong in shape" Guinan pleaded, hoping for some understanding.




Re-cut: The III Penetration of Troi



"Where sorry, but the expression on your face and when you whined Klingon was just priceless," Ensign Roe giggled.

"That damn Klingon beat the shit out of me. I've heard stories that they like rough sex but I never thought" she continued, "It was painful. After he first punched me, I screamed"

"Why didn't you hit him or run?" Doctor crusher said in an amused tone of voice.

"I tried," Guinan pleaded, "when I hit him with a stone tablet in the face, he smiled. He got off on getting hit. That's when he got his hard on, threw me to the floor, ripped my clothes off and fucked me, and I mean hard."

Doctor crusher asked in a soft and somewhat naive tone of voice, "but why do you have bruises and scratches on your knees?"

Livid, Guinan screamed while trying to keep her tattered clothes from unraveling, "what the hell do you think doctor!'

"Do you have any idea what Klingon gizz tastes like doctor, I don't think so!!" Guinan yelled at doctor crusher, unable to fathom her idiocy. No wonder everyone believes she is in love with her own son.

"Stop laughing, please, it wasn't funny!" she pleaded to Ensign Roe and nurse Omagala, but to know avail and stormed out of the room.

Out of character, timid nurse Omagala sighed exhausted from laughing, "Well, regardless, she needed a good fuck anyway. She walks around this ship like she's above us all, that her shit doesn't stink. Maybe now she will realize her cunt is no different than every other woman on this ship and now may be more pleasant."

Only a few minutes later, Worf forcefully entered doctor crusher's office.

"Doctor, I wanted to be sure Guinan got her jewelry. She left quickly and forgot to gather her personal belongings" Worf bellowed.

All three women, their attention peaked, turned to stare at Worf.

With a slight grin on her face trying to hide her delight in the present situation, Ensign Roe casually asked Worf, "So, well, so how did it go?"

Worf turned his head back, away from doctor crusher, and replied to Ensign Roe's question. 

He paused and took a deep breath and in his deep baritone tone of voice proudly exclaimed, "It was glorious."

"I am glad" Doctor Crusher replied softly.

Worf turned, smiled and immediately left the sick bay.

All three women began to gossip amongst themselves, as women are prone to do.

Soon after, Geordie entered the doctor's office, and began to describe his inability to receive his prescribed medical treatment.

He waned on about his helplessness with women and the loneliness he experienced as a child growing up with a severe disability. That his social awkwardness kept him from experiencing many aspects of life most take for granted.

He tended to open himself up to the doctor about his visual impairments and many other unfortunate events he experienced, as she regularly treated him for visual ailments suffered from the use of his visor.

"Oh, honey, don't feel that way. You're fine Geordie. You are an attractive man" doctor said trying to comport him.

"Yes, Geordie's a hell of a guy" Omagala and Roe chimed in almost simultaneously.

Embarrassed about his loss of composure, he stiffened his resolve and spoke more like the person and Star Fleet officer he was.

"When can I be seen doctor?" Geordie inquired.

The doctor looked down at the scheduling sheet and noticed there was currently no one available. The women from Risa were already carrying a heavy load as were her fellow crewmembers.

In the back of her mind, she desperately hoped Wesley would return with more assistance.

She also noticed that she forgot to schedule a treatment for Captain Picard and commander Riker.

"Geordie, I believe we may be able to treat you soon. Please wait outside my office" Doctor Crusher asked him, trying to hide her anxiety.

The doctor stood at her desk and softly said, "Well, we still have a job to do and patience to see. OK, let's complete our mission."

She paged for the college students.

Even though her statements were awkward and said in an uncaring tone of voice, Ensign Roe and nurse Omagala stood up, stretched their arms and slowly left the office.

"Yes doctor, how may we help?" The students said while entering her office. Doctor crusher called back two of the girls who had been in the sick bay earlier with Captain Picard.

She chose the eldest of all the girls -they were both 20 years old. One was the pretty blond that stood about 5 ft. 10 in. with long slender legs, wide hips and very generous size breasts. The other girl only stood about 5 ft. 5 in., was quite slender with narrow hips, firm tight butt, with a more undersized chest but was by far the most beautiful of the entire group.

"The Captain needs your help. The welfare of the entire crew is still in jeopardy. We need you girls to provide a stopgap measure until another female member of the crew can take over" she explained.

Both girls listened intently.

"Well, um, girls, can I be completely straight with you" the doctor suggested.

"Sure doctor, we can take it" they both replied earnestly.

"I have two crewmembers that urgently need to be treated. But because of our lack of female personnel, we need you to provide some relief for these unfortunate men until time is available for them to be seen by other more experienced female crewmembers" the doctor further explained, in a caring yet lecturing tone of voice.

"What do we need to do doctor" the girls repeated, frustrated by the doctors drawn out and unnecessary explanations.

"Well frankly, the Captain needs you both to provide hand jobs to two crewmembers until they can be seen by another female crewmember for more specialized treatment" the doctor blurted out.

The girls turned to each other and exchanged the enthusiastic glances. 

The doctor instructed them to use a couple of empty examination rooms in the sick bay. This way, if they had any questions or concerns, she would be available to help them.

The doctor initiated site to site transport, enabling Barkley to arrive to the sick bay. And she signaled Geordie waiting in the hall.

Barkley beamed only feet from the girls and Geordie approached the group moments later. Suffering the advanced affects from the virus Barkley continued to stroke himself through the fabric of his uniform.

Upon seeing the beautiful young girls, Barkley lunged at the blonde, stopped only by the doctor who immediately stepped between them.

"Lt. Barkley, stand down immediately! I order you" the doctor screamed.

"Lt. Barkley and Lt. Laforge these girls will assist me in your treatment. I have assigned you to a room. Please go there now. The girls will be with you momentarily" doctor crusher explained.

The doctor explained their odd behavior was due to the effects from the virus and to be empathetic. She also explained that they should feel no pressure to do anything beyond what they felt comfortable.

Both girls understood and slowly walked towards their respective room. As they approached the curtain, each saw Ensign Roe and nurse Omagala lead two new crewmembers to their respective examination rooms. Each drew their curtain closed, and began to whisper to their patience.

The students could distinctively hear Ensign Roe from the other end of the sick bay, "hello, I'm Ensign Roe and am here to help you. But before we get started, I have some rules for you to follow. If not, you can fucking die for all I care, understand." 

"Yes ma'am" the crewman replied.

From under the three quarter length curtain, the girls could tell that Roe and the crewmember were facing each other.

"I will suck you and fuck you, understand. But nothing goes up my butt. Also, no painting on my face. Cum anywhere except my face and my hair, okay?" 

"Yes ma'am" he replied.

"Okay, let's get started. Are you ready for me" Ensign Roe suggested seductively.

From under the three quarter's length curtain, the girls could see their feet slightly moving. Then suddenly, the white cotton robe Ensign Roe was wearing fell down around her ankles. Within moments, she bent down kneeling on the soft robe, using the robe to pad her knees. 

Once in position, she rose up on her knees and soon after groans started to emanate from behind the curtain. "Suck me, yes, my god, yes all the way, suck it" the crewmember pleasurably and emotionally moaned.

Both girls glanced at each other realizing what was taking place. Soft whispers began to be heard. Soon after, a loud grunt could be heard. After which, the garment the nurse wore fell to the floor.

With Ensign Roe on her knees and nurse Omagala on her back, each girl glanced at each other, hoping to gain strength and courage from one another. The romantic chronicles they pictured when they first innocently volunteered to the Captain now came crashing down to reality.

They each peaked into their respective rooms, curious to evaluate their patient.

The brunette saw Geordie on the table with a sheet drawn above his waist. He was violently shaking one arm under the sheet near his waist. She naïvely wondered what was causing the sheet to rhythmically puff up in the air.

The blonde girl did not need to imagine for Barkley actions were quite obvious. As she slowly drew back the curtain, Barkley was furiously stroking his throbbing cock. He was oblivious to her movements, as she hesitantly entered the room. His pants down to his mid-thigh, he was intent on satisfying himself. 

"Hello Geordie" the brunette girl whispered, "Doctor Crusher said I may be able to help you."

Geordie jumped, surprised to see her enter the room. An Embarrassed look developed on his face, the movement under the sheet also immediately stopped. She slowly approached with a very seductive look, almost yearning, as Geordie remained quite still. Smiling as she approached, Geordie slowly brought his arms out from beneath the sheet.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here to help" she said softly.

Geordie was petrified, unable to move or react as she approached the bed. She came near the bedside by his chest. Geordie stared intently at her face as she looked him over. She placed one hand on his chest and whispered, "Everything will be okay."

She had deep sparkling brown eyes, full lips, delicate cheek bones and long brown sinuous hair that lay upon her slight shoulders and down her back. 

Drawing back the curtain, she left and almost immediately witnessed her blonde friend leave her room. The blonde came out holding her right arm up in the air. The moans discontinued soon after.

The brunette didn't speak, at first. She just observed her friend coping with the large amounts of undetermined liquid between her fingers, palm and her inner and outer forearm.

As their eyes met, neither of them spoke.

The brunette remained ignorant as to what her friend had on her arm. A little rattled, the blonde quickly asked her for a towel to clean her. Upon closer examination, the brunette quickly surmised what had indeed taken place.

"Are you okay" the brunette inquired?

"Yeah, I guess. But can you believe the amount and the speed? The blonde replied," I mean I have given hand jobs before but never so much."

"Yeah, and look it is all between your fingers and even your forearm," the brunette interjected.

"This guy's spunk is so sticky" the blonde continued as she began to wipe herself clean.

"When he, you know, why didn't you stop jerking him. That would have helped? The brunette asked.

"Are you kidding? He had hold of my wrist and another around the back of my neck. It was either let him go all over my hand and arm or in my mouth and face" the blonde replied." 

"I resisted as best I could but his cock was still only an inch from my face. I mean if I didn't block those large streams with my hand, I would now be cleaning cum from my cheeks, forehead, eyes and even my hair" the blonde said.

"Yeah, I know. Every guy wants to cum in our mouths. Some even expect us to swallow" the brunette lamented. "Don't get me wrong, I do not mind a dick in my mouth whatsoever but consider letting a guy release in my mouth a treat."

"I love warm cock too. The texture, the feel of it in my mouth, it is just wonderful. But this guy didn't even ask nicely. I mean if he politely asked me, I would have disobeyed the Captain's orders and given him a proper blowjob, without question" the blonde replied.

"We girls don't want to admit it but we like the salty taste, right?" The blonde continued.

The blonde continued to clean the goo from between her fingers, "I mean, maybe I am a slut but if he apologizes when I go back I will go down on him."

"Really, well good for you." the brunette replied, unsure as to how to respond.

"How is your patient?" The blonde inquired, "he is also due for some relief. You better get back in there trooper."

"I am just a little uncomfortable. I mean I know I've done it before. It's just that I, well, I don't know" the brunette mumbled under her breath.

Geordie was dejected; having proven what he had been told all his life: that he couldn't get laid in a whore house. That on a ship where women are freely giving themselves to strangers, not even a student under orders would stay with him.

Empathizing with her fellow student, the blonde quietly suggested, "Remember when we sat around and dreamed, as all girls dream, about giving head and hand jobs. How we practiced on fruit and vegetables and had contests about who could swallow the most?" 

Embarrassed but unable to deny the truth, the beautiful brunette student nodded her head in agreement as the blonde spoke.

"You always won if I remember correctly" the brunette replied.

"Yes well of course" the blonde student smiled. 

"I have a very large piece of an earth banana in this room and I plan to win again. Just close your eyes and think of it as a piece of fruit or vegetable, a contest" the blonde spuriously suggested. 

"Well I suppose" the brunette tentatively replied.

In the brig, the Captain believed he had made a terrible mistake. The Captain and a complement from security left sick bay with who he now believed was in fact Data.

"Get the fuck back in here now. I need you!" Lt. Barkley screamed, in a wanting and almost desperate tone of voice

Having cleaned her hand, fingers and arm from all traces of Lt. Barkley's cum, the blonde turned and smiled.

"Who am I kidding" she whispered, as she quickly raised her cut off T-shirt up and over her head, exposing her young mountainous breasts perched proudly on her chest.

She quickly drew back the curtain of the examination room and entered.

The pretty brunette stood alone in the middle of sick bay. 

As the blonde returned, the brunette heard Lt. Barkley from behind the curtain, "fuck yes, what fucking beautiful tits, my god there enormous. Come closer and suck my cock."

"I will, I will, be patient" the female voice softly replied, "but only blow jobs, okay."

Ill at ease that she might be the only available woman not contributing, the brunette reluctantly returned to her patient.

Geordie never expected this beautiful girl to return and was immensely aroused by not only her beauty but her grace, empathy and seeming professionalism.

She slowly approached his bedside, slowly gaining the nerve to accomplish her task.

She clasped the top of the sheet covering his waist and softly whispered in her silky voice, "Let me take a look."

As she slowly drew back the sheet, Geordie lowered his head to the pillow and rolled his eyes in a long awaited and excruciating anticipation.

When the sheet was drawn back, more and more of his manhood became exposed. The cool air of the sick bay brushed across him, invigorating his spirit and the sensual sensations in his groin.

She realized now what was taking place beneath the sheets when she first interrupted Geordie, his manhood already fully erect and exposed.

She pitied poor Geordie, having to masturbate to allow himself some sexual relief.

Slowly, she brushed her hand up across his chest, his sides and down to his waistline, momentarily touching his erection.

Her soft touch made his heart race. Geordie whispered "please I can't wait any longer."

The brunette bent over and whispered into his ear, "sure thing."

Having removed his visor, the room was now completely black to him. He could see nothing and could now only experience the sensation of touch.

He felt her fingers creep down his chest to his groin. He felt her subtle fingertips affectionately trace the length of his manhood, leisurely encircling his knob and shaft. The vibrant erotic sensations he felt from her finely tuned and nimble fingertips caused him to shudder, gasping for air as the carnal emotions flooded his mind and body.

In a measured caring way, this petite young nubile brunette began stroking all the inhibitions, disappointments and regrets from his life. His body muscles once so tight from tension and nervousness slowly unbundled and relaxed, enabling him to feel true joy.

On the hollow deck, counselor Troi remained asleep, on her back with her arms lying across her chest and stomach.

Captain headed to data's quarters to meet with whom he believed was Lt. Commander Data but in actuality was Lor assuming Data's identity. 

Outside Data's quarters, the Captain stood with a large complement from security. Unsure as to how to proceed and of the android's offensive capabilities, Captain Picard deferred to Data (Lor) what their first move should be.

Data informed the Captain that if allowed, he would like to first speak to his brother alone. That, for a few minutes at least, his brother would feel more at ease with him and enable him to try and temporarily disable his brother Lor.

The Captain agreed, believing even if data failed measurably his security force would be enough to put down any aggression. 

At first neither android spoke. Then they both faced each other and smiled. 

"The plan worked perfectly brother."

Assuming their own identities, Lor grabbed Data by his shoulders and smiled, "well Brother, I got you laid and you got me out of that damn brig. These humans are so trusting and easily fooled. I thought Captain Picard was going to break down and cry for a second."

"What took so damn long? I was in that brig for days trying to convince these humans I was you" Lor said slightly perturbed.

"But anyway, I am out now brother, let's talk about you."

So Data, how was it finally getting laid and experiencing the full complement of human emotions? How is it hanging my Bro Fro?" Lor said excited, bursting with pleasure.

Data paused momentarily than smiled and said "it was fucking great man. I mean I drove that woman hard skipping past the first three levels of pleasure programming and started at five. It was damn beautiful!" Data exclaimed.

"I am awfully glad for you brother. Who did you choose for this auspicious moment in your life?" Lor said inquisitively, "there are many beautiful humans on this ship not to mention the other minor races of women."

Lor continued on like a proud brother, "But I must predicate my question by saying, if you tell me your fucking gay or, even worse, fucked the ships Doctor, I would have no other choice but to kill you for your own fucking good, understand" Lor humorously said.

"No way, give your brother some credit. It was counselor Deanna Troi" Data said beaming with pride.

"Great, good job. That bitch Doctor crusher examined me while I was in the brig."

"It's also great doing the ships counselor because she provides the simplest and most of unsuspicious of reasons why you may decide in the future to need her private counseling, if you know what I mean."

"I have been tracking your ship for some time now. It is presently cloaked and orbiting 3000 km of our starboard side" Data informed his brother.

"How long will this pleasure chip you gave me work Lor?" Data inquired.