0 comments/ 21541 views/ 2 favorites Star Sex: The XXX Generation By: Dr. Teeth Commander Riker strode purposefully onto the bridge of the USS Enterprise. It was the midnight shift and he had drawn the watch. He wondered aloud, "Why does nothing ever happen on this shift? It always happens when Picard is on duty." The young, voluptuous blonde female Ensign, seated at the helm and navigational console, turned to gaze longingly at Riker. "Well, sir, the Klingons and Ferengi have to sleep, too." They were the only two on the bridge. "But," complained Riker, as he strode purposefully to the ensign and began massaging her shoulders, "there are thousands of different species in the galaxy. They certainly don't keep the same sleep schedule that we do." "That's true, Riker," said a voice behind them. They both turned to see Q, the omnipotent smug bastard, sitting cross-legged in the command chair. "For instance, the Stithono never sleep. The males just lie inside their women and ejaculate continuously while their bodies rejuvenate. That's the reason there are fourteen over-crowded planets in the Gamma quadrant." "What do you want Q?" demanded Riker as he strode purposefully toward the intruder. "Why, I wish to observe the mating ritual that you and the voluptuous ensign are contemplating at this time. Oh, don't worry, I've ensured that the whole crew is asleep and any marauding aliens are light years away. You may consider it an 'action gift' for this shift." Suddenly, synthesized music filled the room with a chicka-boom-rat-tat-chicka-boom beat. Riker strode purposefully back toward the young, voluptuous ensign with lust in his eyes. He grabbed her and pulled her to him, kissing her passionately full on the mouth as his hands began exploring her spandex uniform. First to fall victim to those massive hands was her well-rounded ass. He rubbed his hands lightly over the mounds on her chest, noticing the slight bulges where her nipples were hardening. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled the scent of her. He again pulled her close and began slowly unzipping her uniform. As he was enjoying himself, the young, voluptuous ensign began rubbing him through the fabric of his uniform. Her hands wandered down to his cock and traced the outline. She began a slow jack-off and felt him grow larger and larger. Riker noticed from the corner of his eye that Q had undone his belt and pulled out his member, was now stroking it while he watched the two. The ensign, now fully nude, with her tits no longer restrained, began to move to the music, the chicka-boom beat causing her hips to sway in time. Riker removed his uniform and also began swaying with the ensign, running his hands over her skin; feeling the warmth of her and flicking her nipples with his thumbs. He knelt before her and took a nipple into his mouth. She must have known this was going to happen, for her nipples tasted of cherry. As he sucked on one nipple, he played with her other tit. Suddenly, he felt a strong hand remove his hand from the tit. Glancing sideways, he saw Q knelt in front of the ensign and sucking on the other nipple. Together, they kissed and licked her entire body. Sometimes, their tongues touched each other and they would pause to give each other a sweltering kiss. The ensign lay down in the middle of the room and spread her legs. Riker, on his knees, bent over and began licking up and down the girl's legs, never quite touching her clit. She was becoming more and more agitated that her pussy wasn't being serviced. Finally, he engulfed her vagina with his mouth and began licking furiously at her clit. Riker felt something on his ass and, turning to look, saw Q planting affectionate kisses and licking the area around his asshole. He thought, "Well, I've always thought Q was a nice looking guy, just an asshole. And now that he's at MY asshole, I might as well let him have his fun. Besides, I've never been fucked in the ass before. Who knows? I might decide I like it. Then, maybe I can get that cute Wesley Crusher kid to service me on a regular basis....." He turned back to the ensign and again licked in earnest. Riker felt something soft, yet stiff, circle his asshole and then center on the hole itself. He felt hot breath and knew that Q was tonguing him. He decided to tongue the ensign's asshole as well. When he did, her whole body shook as she screamed in orgasmic delight. His face was flooded with her juices as she came over and over. The ensign quickly turned around and slid underneath him, taking his rock-hard massive dick in her mouth. Just as his dick entered her mouth, Q's dick entered his asshole. "My God! That's the best feeling in the galaxy! A dick in my butt and my dick in a mouth!" thought Riker. He was ready to explode, but then thought of Deanna, the ship's counselor, and how prudish she was, not even letting him LOOK at her tits. Just flirting and wearing those fucking low-cut uniforms. Were those uniforms even regulation? Probably not. Nobody ever said anything because she did have a nice cleavage. These thoughts brought him from his peak and he enjoyed the sensations lavished on him by the other two in the room. He felt Q stiffen and knew that the Q-seed was flooding into him, his own pressure building. Again, he tried to stop the orgasm from climaxing, but thinking of Deanna and what he wanted to do to that body only made him more aroused. He came in a torrent, the ensign furiously swallowing, trying to drink the sperm that flowed like a waterfall into her mouth. She couldn't take it all, and over half of it leaked out of her mouth, dribbling down her cheek, through her hair and onto the carpet. Q was right beside her, now, licking the cum from her face and lapping at the carpeting to get the excess. Q was now at the ensign's mouth, kissing her frantically, their tongues entwining, as they did not hold back their lustful abandonment. Riker rolled onto his back and watched the two kissing. A bit of cum still leaked out of his dick. With a finger he scooped up a small amount and brought it to his lips, licking his finger and tasting himself. Q was sitting on the floor with the ensign's face buried in his crotch. A few strokes and Riker was rock-hard again. He moved behind the ensign, noticing how wet she was and realizing that she hadn't been fucked yet. For that matter, neither had he. He placed his enormous dick at her opening and thrust into her. She moaned and squealed at the same time, a feat that he had never thought possible. As he thrust into her, harder and harder, Q let out a bellow and yelled, "Move your head bitch!" The ensign jerked her head away just as thick, ropy strings of cum shot from Q straight into the air, splashing the 10-foot high ceiling and raining down all over the bridge. Riker, pumping furiously, watched the shooting spunk, and pumped even harder. The ensign was yelling and screaming and throwing her head from side to side. She came in a flood of juices again, washing Riker's legs and soaking the carpet. Riker came at the same time, shooting his seed deep into her as he let out a roar. Q waved his hand and produced three lit cigarettes. The trio lay in the middle of the bridge floor, enjoying a post-romp smoke. As they all got dressed, the distinctive sound of the turbolift indicated that someone was heading for the bridge. The ensign quickly took her place behind the navigational console, as Riker strode purposefully to the command chair. The turbolift doors opened and Jean-Luc Picard stepped out. Riker pointed at Q and said forcefully, "...and don't come back, Q!!!" Q smiled at Riker, said, "'Till we meet again, Commander," and vanished. Picard looked around the room; the cum on the ceiling, the computers, the floor, the ensign, and Riker. "I look forward to reading your shift report about last night, Commander. Dismissed." Star Sex: The XXX Generation Star Sex: The XXX Generation - Lessons in Lying Commander William T. Riker strode purposefully down the corridor of Deck 21 toward Wesley Crusher’s quarters. Pressing the door chime, he received a “Just a minute!” from the other side of the door. Pressing his ear to the door, Riker heard the sounds of rustling clothing and a low murmur of voices. The voices were too low to be understood clearly; however, a distinct “Shit!” was heard. A slight smile came to his countenance. The door opened and there stood Wesley Crusher in his Starfleet uniform, a slight flush on his cheeks. Beyond him, seated at a table, was Ensign Steven Billings apparently poring over engineering schematics. “Commander Riker! I’m so sorry I’m late for my shift! I’ll head up there now!” “Hold on, Ensign,” Riker said, placing his hand on the youth’s chest. “What were you and Ensign Billings doing just now?” At the sound of his name, Billings looked up and seemed to notice Riker for the first time. Very smooth, thought Riker. “We—we were going over bluepants…prints… for the warp nacelles. Commander LaForge is going to give us a testes..I—I mean a test tomorrow after shirt…er, shift.” “You understand that as second-in-command of the Enterprise I have the authority to enter any space for ‘safety checks,’” said Riker, enjoying the youth’s obvious discomfort. “Yes, sir,” replied Wesley, looking crestfallen. He stepped aside and Riker strode purposefully in to the room. Steven got up from the table and moved to join Wesley. Riker looked around the room. “One of you two gentleman is out of uniform, “he said. The two youths exchanged nonplussed looks. This time, Billings spoke up from the table, “We are, Commander?” “Yes, young mister Billings,” replied Riker, turning. He held up an object for the two to see. “One of you doesn’t have on any underwear. By the way, semen stained underwear are not authorized aboard this ship.” He pointed at Wesley’s crotch where a small wet spot adorned the front of his uniform. The two Ensigns looked sheepishly at the floor. “Hey,” said Riker, in soft voice. “It’s okay to experiment with your sexuality. But don’t try to hide it from me. I’ll find out. And when I do,” his voice became hard as his dick started to swell, “the consequences can be dire. Lock the door and call Geordie. Tell him that you are very sorry but Commander Riker has confined you and Mister Billings to your quarters. We are going to have a lesson in lying to a superior officer.” After Wesley hade called Geordie, Riker ordered both boys to strip. The pair hastily complied and stood red-faced before Riker. Steven didn’t have on underwear (they were being held in Riker’s left hand) and he stood at attention, stark naked. Wesley completely undressed and stood with his hands covering his dick. Riker’s own dick was hard as tritanium alloy. Riker gazed at Wesley’s hands until he dropped them to his side. “Now, did you boys fuck each other in the ass like Tarkanian spider-squirrels? Or did you blow each other? Did you just fondle the other one? Did you kiss each other? Was it a light kiss or was there tongue? Don’t bother to answer me. I intend to find out in my own time.” Riker knelt in front of Wesley, inhaling the aroma of the young man’s crotch. “Hmm. I don’t smell ass. Maybe you just blew each other.” He took Wesley’s cock into his mouth and pumped. His tongue circled the shaft and engulfed the stiffening rod all the way to the scrotum. Glancing sideways he saw Steven staring at the display, his cock rock hard. He motioned to Steven to step closer. We when he did, Riker motioned the two to start kissing. They kissed with the intensity of a bursting star. Their tongues sought each other and fought each other to explore the depths of the other’s mouth. As they were kissing, Riker switched his attention to Steven, whose cock was longer than but not as thick as Wesley’s. Grabbing Wesley’s cock he pumped furiously until cum erupted and splattered the side of his face and dripped onto his shoulder. Steven, sensing Wesley’s orgasm, began thrusting his dick in and out of Riker’s mouth. Soon, he too, reached orgasm and spewed down Riker’s throat. Riker licked his lips and stood up. The ensigns held each other tightly while their cocks dripped the remains of their cum on the floor. Riker went into the bathroom, stripped, and returned with a small bottle of lotion which he generously spread on his own cock. “Ever been fucked in the ass, Wesley? Have you, Steven? Well, get ready for the ride of your young adult lives. Steven, bend over.” As Steven complied, Riker doused his ass with lotion and inserted a finger slowly. When the sphincter was suitably relaxed, he inserted a second, then a third finger. “Wesley, pay attention. It’s necessary to relax the sphincter muscle manually so you don’t hurt your partner. There. Now that he’s loose I can enter him.” He did so; his manhood thrust in and out faster and faster as Steven moaned and begged, “Harder, Commander! Harder!” Riker was now moving his hips at top speed. Slamming into Steven like boxcars coupling. Steven’s dick was hard again and the boy began masturbating furiously. While riding the young man’s ass, Riker handed the lotion to Wesley and motioned to his own ass. “At last!” thought Riker. “I finally get to have Wesley in my asshole!” Wesley did as the commander had done, spreading the lotion in the same way and fingering the puckered asshole until it was loose enough for entry. What a feeling! Riker’s asshole was hotter and tighter than anything he had felt before! Timing Riker’s rhythm, Wesley buried his cock. Riker groaned and thrust even harder (if that was possible) into Steven’s ass. The three came as one. Steven spewed on the floor, Riker came in Steven asshole and Wesley came inside Riker. As they got cleaned up and dressed, Riker said, “Now you know the consequences of lying to me. What do you have to say for yourselves?” Wesley spoke first, “I understand the error of my ways, Commander. I won’t lie to you ever again. Unless you want me to.” “I think you’ve both learned a very valuable lesson today,” smiled Riker, as he strode purposefully out of the room.