Star Trek/The Sexed Generation [2/2](Sexual parody) 

                                                          (Part 2 of 2)

	Back in the captain's quarters, Picard has his face buried in 
Doctor Crusher's red-haired box.  A call comes over the communicator.  
	"Sir, the Ferrengi ambassador is due to arrive in five minutes."
	"Ah, fuck,"  says Picard to Crusher's cunt.
	"Jean Luc, you know I'm always ready," says Crusher sweetly to 
the top of the captain's head.
	"I'm tied up at the moment," Picard directs to the communicator.  
"Have Commander Riker meet the ambassador and escort her to her 
quarters.  Tell her that I'll call on her as soon as I'm free."
	"Captain, your voice sounds a bit odd--like you're eating.  Did I 
disturb you at your meal?" queries Data.
	"Never mind, Data.  Picard out."  
	The captain returns to eating out Crusher's hot cunt.  He soon 
has her going out of her mind.  As she begins to orgasm, she squeezes 
her legs tightly together, trying to engulf the cock that only seems to 
be there.  A wild cry escapes her lips.

					*	*	*			

	Luxwanna Troi is visiting her daughter in Deanna's quarters.  The 
younger woman in speaking.
	"You've been on this cruise for as long as we all have, Mother.  
Why is it you don't seem to be bothered by a lack of sex?"
	"Because I always carry my sex with me."
	Deanna looks puzzled.  Mr. Homm enters.  "You called?" he says to 
Luxwanna.
	She gives Deanna a now-do-you-get-my-meaning look.  "Not right 
now.  Maybe later," she says.  He exits.
	"But is that enough?" says Deanna.  "I recall the time when you 
and Aunt Fuxlotta took on a whole starship of Borgs.  You must be 
getting old."
	"Don't talk to your mother like that.  My pussy can still fuck 
rings around any human female on this ship."
	"And you often have," says Deanna drily.

					*	*	*		

	Picard and Dr. Crusher, having completed their engagement, are 
getting dressed.  
	"Beverly, you gave me a turn.  For a moment, I thought you were 
going to crack my skull like an egg."
	"Wrong story, Jean Luc.  It's that shrimpy Belgian sleuth that 
has a head shaped like an egg.  Yours is more like a--  Hmm, if my 
pussy were just a little bigger."
	"Quite so.  At any rate you are aptly named...Crusher."
	Just then there is a call over the intercom.  
	"Doctor Crusher to the infirmary.  Emergency!"  
	Crusher kisses Picard atop his bald head and exits hurriedly.
	There is a chime at the door.  Captain Picard has yet another 
visitor.  It is Ensign Ro.
	"I can tell by the look on your face that you have a bug up your 
ass--as usual.  So what is it, Ensign?"  he says.
	"For the past several days there has been an outrageous display 
of rampant sexual activity among the crew," Ro complains.  "Officers 
and enlisted personal are coupling shamelessly in the passageways all 
over the ship."
	"The trouble with you, Ensign, is that you have never had a real 
good fuck.  And I have just the man for the job.  Report to 
engineering."
	"Yes, sir," replies Ro dutifully, then turns and leaves.
	Picard taps his communicator.  "Mr. La Forge.  I'm sending you 
Ensign Ro.  She needs a good...ah...overhaul, if you get my meaning."
	Geordi whistles softly.  "Ensign Ro.  That's a tall order, 
Captain.  I'll have to--"
	"Make it so."
	"Yes, Captain, I'll see what I can do."
	Just then Ro appears in the engineering department.  
	"Ensign Ro reporting for duty."
	"There's a short in the wiring leading to the matter/anti-matter 
containment field, Ensign." 
	"Commander La Forge, is that possible?"
	"Ensign, when you've been with us long enough, you'll come to 
realize that anything is possible on this program.  We'll have to 
access the problem through this crawlspace.  We'll both have to strip." 
	"Strip?  You mean get naked?  But, Commander, why in space for."
	"Ah...er."  Geordi struggles for a reason.  "Because," he says 
with sudden brightness, "the area must be kept dust free.  The 
slightest bit of dust or lint from our clothing may contaminate the 
delicate circuitry."
	At Geordi's explanation, Ensign Ro frowns but begins to remove 
her uniform.  Finally, she stands there completely nude.  Geordi has 
removed his tunic.  Suddenly enrapt by Ro's naked body, her well-
proportioned tits and black pubic hair contrasted against her stark 
white belly and thighs, he stops and gawks at her, his rod making a 
noticeable bulge in his trousers.
	Ro eyes Geordi's hardon with disapproval, but ignores it in the 
face of duty.  
	"Commander La Forge," she says.  "Are you coming?"
	"Not yet, Ensign.  Not quite yet.  But soon I think," says Geordi 
dreamily.  Then, "Oh.  Yes, of course.  Go right ahead, Ensign.  I'll 
be right behind you."
	"That's what I'm afraid of," says Ro, still eyeing the bulge in 
Geordi's crotch warily.
	Nevertheless, she enters the crawlspace.  As she does, her ass 
bobs within inches of Geordi's sightless eyes, her pussy lips displayed 
provocatively.  Geordi licks his lips and follows her in.  They move 
through the narrow passage on hands and knees, Geordi pursuing Ro's 
sexy ass and poontang like a hound dog after a fox.
	"Ensign Ro,"  Geordi cries suddenly.  "I have a feeling that the 
core has been breached."
	"Yes, I feel it too," responds Ro, as Geordi's massive black 
boner rips through her hymen.  "You do have a big cock.  Don't you, 
Commander La Forge?"
	"No, not you.  The matter/anti-matter core of the Enterprise.  
We're in serious danger.  I'll have to go back."
	"You do and you'll be in serious danger all right.  This whole 
ship can go to hell for all I care, but you're not going anywhere until 
you finish what you've started."  
	Ro begins to thrust her yearning pussy back along the invading 
shaft.  
	La Forge pauses, as if trying to make a decision.  "What the 
hell," he says, grabbing Ro's hips and plunging his huge cock the rest 
of the way into her hot cunt.  "What's one spaceship more or less 
versus a luscious piece of virgin ass?"  
	Ro howls like a she wolf and begins humping her butt like a bitch 
in heat as she feels Geordi's massive hog ramming her virgin cunthole.

					*	*	*

	We move to the infirmary, where Dr. Crusher is administering to 
Guinan.  The mixologist is lying on an operating table with her cunt 
clamped wide open.  Dr. Crusher reaches inside with a suturing 
instrument, applying the finishing touches.  In a matter of seconds the 
job is completed.  
	"Now you're as good as new,"  the doctor says.  "It's a good 
thing your pussy is so big.  It made the suturing a lot easier."
	"Save the wisecracks, Doctor," says Guinan.  "Just let me get 
hold of that son-of-a-bitch, Worf.  I'll have his Klingon dick for 
lunch."

					*	*	*

	Meanwhile, Luxwanna has taken advantage of Dr. Crusher's absence 
from her quarters.  
	"I know just how a young man like you must feel," she is saying 
to Wesley, seated on the couch next to him.  "I can almost read your 
mind." 
	"But Betazoids can only sense feelings, Mrs. Troi," returns 
Wesley.  "They can't really read minds," he adds doubtfully.
	"I can read yours, Wesley.  And call me Luxwanna.  For instance, 
I know that you are frustrated because none of the females on this ship 
in your age bracket is a match for a highly intelligent boy like you.  
You require a more mature woman for your needs."  Luxwanna moves up 
close and begins to undo his tunic.
	Wesley starts perspiring and breathing heavily.  Luxwanna detects 
the stirrings of arousal emanating from the boy.  That and the obvious 
bulge in his lap is all she needs.  She pushes him back on the couch 
and tears of the remainder of his clothing feverishly as he lies there 
wide-eyed and panting.  Then she stands and flicks a button near her 
shoulder.  The diaphanous affair she is wearing falls from her slim 
frame to lie in a heap at her feet.  She is wearing nothing else.
	They are both now entirely naked except for Wesley's socks.  He 
is lying there with a man sized hardon sticking up from his belly.  The 
Betazoid female straddles his hips and lowers her wet box down onto the 
young man's upthrust pole.  
	"Let's fuck," she cries.
	"Yes, ma'am," gulps Wesley as the older woman begins to ride his 
rod like a pogo stick.

					*	*	*       

	Meanwhile, Captain Picard has met with the Ferrengi ambassador in 
her quarters.  His insatiable prick is rock hard once more.  
	"There is a scent of something in the air," the ambassador is 
saying.  She eyes the Captain, a grin spreading over her face.  "Why, 
Captain.  You dirty old man, you," she teases.
	"Really, Ambassador, I'm not that old."
	They become locked in a passionate embrace.  The Ferrengi begins 
to undress Picard, stripping him bare and exposing his throbbing cock 
within seconds.  Panting, he reaches between her legs, feeling for her 
crotch.  
	"What are you looking for, Captain," she asks sweetly.
	"I'm searching for you cunt," Picard answers, groping futilely, 
but not finding that for which he is searching.
	"What do you think I am--human?"
	"Then wha--?"
	"In here."  The Ferrengi points to the side of her large head.  
"You put it in my ear."

					*	*	*	

	Back in Engineering, Geordi and Ensign Ro, fresh from the 
aftermath of their fuck session, are making last minute adjustments to 
their redonned uniforms.  
	"Well, Commander La Forge, the Enterprise seems to have survived 
the ordeal," says Ro.
	"Yes, Ensign, it did at that."
	"Be sure and call me the next time you have another emergency."
	"You know the Enterprise, Ensign," says Geordi smiling brightly.  
"It's always one emergency after another."
	"I know that, Commander.  That's what I'm counting on," Ro says 
with a coquettish grin.  She turns and walks away, swinging her ass as 
she departs.

					*	*	*

	Meanwhile, we find Crusher and Troi in Counselor Troi's quarters, 
engaged in a discussion of sex toys.
	"And what model do you prefer, Deanna," Crusher asks. 
	"The Pulsating Penis," says Troi.
	"A good choice.  Superior thrusting action.  Although the straps 
make me a bit uncomfortable.  I always feel like I'm wearing a man's 
jock strap with the Pulsating P.  I prefer the Phabulous Phallus.  It's 
built into the crotch of heavy panties.  You put it on as easy as 
putting on your own drawers.  But any one of them is better than most 
of the guys on this ship."  
	"Yes.  None of those cock-suckers knows how to treat a woman," 
agrees Troi.  
	"It seems that only a woman really knows what a woman wants."  
	Troi's eyes light up.  
	"Yes, Beverly," she says slowly and softly.  "And being a 
Betazoid, I especially know what some women want."
	Just then Tasha Yar enters, a big, euphoric smile on her face.  
	"What do you think, Tasha?" says Troi.  
	"Huh?"  Yar's face screws up in a puzzled frown.
	"We're comparing the merits of mechanical cocks.  Troi likes the 
Pulsating P.  I prefer the Phabulous phallus."  says Crusher.
	"They're both all right, but for heavy duty action you can't beat 
Fuck-Me-Forever.  The heavy straps can be a nuisance but, once you've 
got that mechanical cock in your horny cunt, you can just turn it on 
and let it pound away at your pussy to your heart's content.  It just 
keeps going...and going...and going..."
	"What size do you use?" says Troi.
	"The biggest one they make of course," says Yar, thrusting out 
her hip.  "But I found something even better."  Both women's eyes light 
up.
	"What is it?" says Crusher.
	"Yes, tell us," says Troi.
	"It's a Dick-Dick."
	"You mean one of those cute little things from Earth that look 
like deer with tiny little horns?" asks Troi.
	"No, that's a Dik-Dik."  
	Troi frowns.  She doesn't see the difference.
	"I'm talking about a Cerrulian Dick-Dick,"  Yar continues.  "It 
doesn't have any horns.  It has a long, perfectly smooth head.  Sort of 
like a giant cucumber on four legs."
	"Oooo," chorus the other two women.
	"And just where do we find this Dick-Dick?" says Troi.  Now she 
sees the difference.
	"It'll be along with the Cerrulian Ambassador any minute.  Why 
don't we warm up our pussies?"
	"Yes, let's do," says Troi.
	"Of course," says Crusher.  They all start to undress.

					*	*	*

	Back in the Crushers' quarters, Luxwanna and Wesley have finished 
their fuck.  Luxwanna has introduced her young partner to cunt sucking, 
and he is deeply engaged in her Betazoid pussy.  Wesley raises his 
head, a wrinkled frown on his face from tasting his own cum, then dives 
back down for more.

					*	*	*

	We return to Counselor Troi's quarters where Deanna, Beverly and 
Tasha Yar are in total naked loveliness, their three voluptuous bodies 
entwined together.  They are kissing and fondling each others tits and 
pussies, sighing and moaning.  There is a knock at the door.  The trio 
of horny, oversexed females rise and try to appear presentable.  
	"Who is it?"  asks Troi.
	"The Cerrulian Ambassador," returns a voice.  The ambassador 
enters leading the Dick-Dick.  
	"Here it is, girls.  Did I lie?" cries Yar.
	"Not one bit," says Crusher.
	"And it's stamina is unbelievable," says Yar.
	"It's enormous," cries Troi.  "I'm not sure if I can take it."
	"Neither am I," adds Crusher.
	Troi gives her a narrow look.  "Beverly," she says, mild 
chastisement in her voice.  "Come on.  You're among friends.  We all 
know you have a pussy the size of a wormhole."
	"Wel-l-l," says Beverly.
	"Anyway, we all know who has the biggest," says Yar boastfully, 
thrusting her hip out as if to punctuate her statement.
	"Don't let my mother hear you say that," says Troi.
	"Well, shall we get on with it?" says the Cerrulian Ambassador.
	The three shipmates look at the newcomer.  
	"You didn't tell us that the Cerrulian Ambassador was a man," 
says Troi.  "I'm not sure I want to go through with this with a man in 
the room."
	"Yes," says Beverly.  "And what use would a man have for a pet of 
the...ah...er...qualities you've described?"
	"You have yours your way, and I'll have mine my way," lisps the 
ambassador with a flick of a limp wrist.
	"Ah," says Troi.
	"Ah," echos Crusher.
	"Now who wants to be first?" sings the ambassador gaily.
	"Me."
	"No, me."
	"No, me first."

					*	*	*

	"That's what I love so much about young boys," says Luxwanna, 
stroking Wesley's rejuvenated hardon.  "They can get it up so easily at 
that age."  She bends down and places the tip of his cockhead to her 
lips.  "Ahh," she says and engulfs his tender young meat.

					*	*	*

	Sometime later, back in Counselor Troi's quarters, we find the 
three females stretched out on their backs at various places around the 
room.  Their legs are spread and their cunts are splayed jauntily.  All 
three have dreamy expressions on their smiling faces.  The Cerrulian 
ambassador is draped over an easy chair, his well-used butt still 
sticking high in the air.  The Dick-Dick is cuddled up in a corner, 
sleeping peacefully.

					*	*	*

	The bridge is empty save for Captain Picard and the two helmsmen, 
one male and one female.  The pair have stripped off their clothes and 
are totally naked, lying on the deck in front of Picard and fucking 
each other's brains out.  The Captain appears to be oblivious to their 
unmilitary behavior.  He is humming to himself as the Enterprise 
careens through space at warp speed.
	"In the ear.  Put it in the ear," he is saying quietly to himself 
as the scene fades and the theme music swells.