what the fuck is this, slashdot.ru? in English we use the "v" letter to denote the "v" sound. just because the letter's different in Cyrillic doesn't make you cultured. fucknose.
You fucking shithead, did I fucking give you permission to put your worthless fucking post under my FP? You weren't replying to me, you're just using me as a way to get your retarded drivel high up on the page. Rest assured, cumtaster, that my post will stay at -1 and consequently no one will see the dumb shit you wasted your time writing.
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When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ike Thomas and when I think about Ike I get a hard on that won't quit.
Sixty years ago,I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.
Ike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers were dirty white under the brim of his battered felt fedora.
He did nott chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.
Old Ike, he extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old man winked at me. ?Ike Thomas is the name and playing pecker's my game.
I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, "I was never much good at that game."
"Now me," said Ike, "I just love jumping men. .."
"I'll bet you do."
". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Ike.
"I though we were talking about. .."
"You like jumping old men's peckers?"
I shook my head.
"I reckon we'll have to remedy that." Ike lifted his right leg and let go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."
That summer of1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it. Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.
Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature some times climbed over the hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and was as browwn as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the middle of August, Ike wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in his hightop work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward, the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his chest and belly.
"Me? I just love to eat pussy!" Ike licked his lips from corner to corner then stuck it out far enough that the tip could touch the tip of his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the flavor of a lady's pussy."
"People do that?"
He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or not?"
"I never. .."
"Well, old Ike's willing to let you find out."
"No way."
"Just teasing," said Ike. "But don't give me no sass or I'll show you my ass." He winked. Might show it to you anyway, if you was to ask."
"Why would I do that?"
"Curiousity, maybe. I'm guessing you never had a good piece of man ass."
"I'm no queer."
"Now don't be getting judgemental. Enjoying what's at hand ain't beiing queer. It's taking pleasure where you find it with anybody willing." Ike slipped a handside the side slit of his overalls and I could tell he was fondling and straightening out his cock. Now I admit I got me a hole that satisfied a few guys."
I swallowed, hard.
Ike winked. "Care to be asshole buddies?"
***
We worked steadily until noon. Ike drew a worn pocket watch from the bib pocket of his loose overalls and croaked, "Bean time. But first its time to reel out our limber hoses and make with the golden arches before lunch."
I followed Ike to the end of the greenhouse where he stopped at the outside wall of the potting shed. He opened his fly, fished inside, and finger-hooked a soft white penis with a pouting foreskin puckered half an inch pas
The day was one of the most hellacious in a long time. We were doing end of the year closing at the office and I'd been working 12-14 hour days tying up loose ends. I entered the subway station at 1:45 am and waited for the 2 am train. I ran my hands through my hair and exhaled a long breath, very thankful I wasn't working the next day. The train arrived and I entered a deserted car. Slouching in a corner seat, I prepared for the 40 minute ride home. At the next stop, I noticed an attractive Spanish woman entering my car. She was about 5'6" and had dark brown hair that framed her face and rested on her shoulders. My eyes traveled down her body, appreciating her pert breasts confined in a tight white blouse and her curvaceous hips hugged by a midnight blue skirt that stopped at her knees. She glanced my way long enough for me to notice her eyes were as dark as her hair. I studied her luscious ass as she walked to the other end of the car and sat down.
I was so tired my eyes began to drift closed. When I next opened them, I looked at my watch and checked that I hadn't missed my stop. My head shot up in surprise when I noticed the pretty stranger sitting across the aisle from me. She was studying me intently and I noticed the first few buttons of her blouse were undone and her hand was inside, obviously massaging her breast. Not missing my stop was no longer on my mind. I watched the mysterious beauty as she pushed the blouse from her shoulder, exposing her right breast to my hungry stare. She kept her eyes on me as my own watched her fingers tease her hardened nipple... rolling and pinching it. I heard a low moan escape her lips over the rumble of the subway train. I straightened in my seat, attempting to relieve the pull forming between my legs.
She pulled her legs into the seat and her skirt inched up, revealing nicely tanned thighs. It took all of my resolve not to move myself into her seat and slide my hand up her skin. The fact we were on a city train was still prevalent in my mind, however, did not seem to phase her in the least. She slipped a hand between her legs and I lost sight of it in the darkness beneath the material of her skirt; but the movement of her arm left no question of what she was doing. Her head rolled back and rested on the window, her eyes drifted closed as her hand worked its magic. I was lost in her movements, waiting for her body to shake with an orgasm... when she suddenly stopped and looked at me again. Biting her lower lip, she pulled her skirt up as far as it would go and brought her knees to her chest, spreading her legs and revealing her bare nether region to me.
I licked my suddenly dry lips as her hand drifted through the neatly trimmed pubic hair and down to her rosy brown labia... slowly spreading her pussy lips as if to show me how wet she was, and I watched her essence flow down the valley leading to her ass. I imagined my tongue darting hungrily into her cunt as she began to ferociously finger her swollen clit, her moans becoming louder. She began to thrust her hips up into her hand and I found myself rotating my own hips as well. Her body began to jerk and I moaned as she let out a small cry and a climax shot through her. Her breath coming in short rasps and her eyes dark with passion, she kept her gaze on me as she brought her hand to her mouth and sucked on her fingers, licking them clean. I grabbed the back of the seat and gripped hard.
The train pulled to a stop and I glanced up to see my station. I pulled myself slowly from my seat, noticing the liberal wetness that had formed between my legs. As I walked to the car door, I watched as the Latina beauty pulled her skirt down and her blouse back together. She smiled and winked at me as I stepped out onto the platform. I turned around and looked at her through the car window. She blew me a kiss and mouthed what looked like, "Until next time..." and the train disappeared down the track.
I headed up the station steps and wondered just when "next time" would be...
Deanna Troi lent forward, her stomach muscle's tensing up under her lycra top. Troi enjoyed using the Enterprise gym, especially when it was just Beverly and her, they had shared a lot and they could really express themselves when working out, grunting out loud when the exercise got to much.
Troi and Beverly had been friends for many years now, both sharing a special relationship. Both Troi and Beverly being the love interests of the two commanding officers on board the Enterprise. Troi had helped Crusher develop her masturbation techniques after the captain had declined her advances, although Troi knew the captain fantasised about Beverly a lot. She often felt his eroticism when he was alone in his quarters, although that was one secret she would never let out.
But when they were working out, they were not the ship's doctor and psych, they were not the desired love object's of the captain and the first officer, they were two firm friends trying to keep their wonderful figures. Troi had always been burdened by her mother to maintain the perfect figure, despite attracting many of the males on her home planet, and now on the ship. But she never understood why Crusher worked out so much. Despite being a mother and approaching middle age, she had a wonderful figure, one which the captain, understandably, lusted after.
But Troi knew Beverly's secret, one which she had tried to kept hidden from her, even knowing Troi's mental powers. After her husband had died, Beverly had lost all interest in men. She had been with one or two a few years later, but Troi knew Beverly had grown fond of nurse Ogawa, upset when she had got married. She would have thought that the doctor was a homosexual had she not also had feelings towards the captain.
As Troi lent forward, her face was only inches from Beverly's ass, from here she could see a line of sweat soaking into the material, pulling the lycra costume up into Beverly's crack. Whether the doctor didn't realise Troi's position or did, Troi heard, and smelt, a little fart escape from Beverly's ass, the smell sweet yet tangy. Troi, for reasons she would later think about, inhaled the smell, sucking in the first taste of another women's fart.
Beverly stiffened, feeling the fart escape. She turned her head, hoping Troi hadn't seen or heard what she had just did. She was a little taken aback when she saw Troi still in her stretching position, her face only an inch from Beverly's ass, a smile on her face and her nose pushed forward. Had Troi just smelt her fart?, Beverly thought.
"Perhaps we should try Worfs throwing techniques" Beverly suggested, turning her head back and walking to the centre of the blue mat, noticing, to her surprise, a look of disappointment on Troi's face.
Beverly, like a lot of the male crew members, had lusted after Deanna at some point. Troi had been there to listen to her problems, she knew Beverly so intimately, so it was only natural that she wanted to return that closeness. In fact Troi had been the reason she had started to question her sexuality, wondering if, perhaps, a women's touch was better than a man's. But Troi was in love with Riker, so she knew that they could never be together.
"His throwing techniques?" Troi asked. Beverly nodded, watching Deanna approach her, not realising that Troi was sensing Beverly's arousal as the situation developed. Troi stopped and turned in front of Crusher.
Crusher stepped forward and pushed her body against Troi's, feeling her heat beneath the lycra suit. She wrapped her right arm around Troi's neck, simulating a position of danger on Troi's life. She pulled Troi tight against her, her large breasts pushing into Troi's back.
They stood silently like that for a moment, Troi feeling Crusher's hot breath blowing against the back of her neck. Deanna, being a betazoid and a highly sexed being anyway, was staring to become aroused herself, seeing the attraction of homosexuality. Crusher knew what she was doing, holding Deanna so close to her body they were almost together. To break the situation, Troi elbowed Crusher in the stomach, loosening the grip, and allowing her to flip Crusher over her shoulder, landing her on the mat.
Troi stood grinning as Crusher chuckled to herself, obviously unaware Troi had been practising her self defence moves. Troi reached for an imaginary phaser when Crusher kicked up, knocking the pretend weapon away and sweep kicked Troi's leg's with the other.
Troi fell forward, landing on top of Beverly, knocking the wind out her.
"Beverly, are you alright?" Troi asked, taking hold of her head, her long brown hair flowing down and mixing with Crusher's short, blond own.
Crusher would never have imagined being in this position, her body pressed tightly against Troi's. The lycra material so hot and sweaty, their tits were almost touching each other, Troi's soft hands holding Beverly's head. The doctor hoped that Troi wouldn't recognise the wet patch forming near her pussy was her own pre-cum.
Crusher opened her eyes, staring up into Deanna's. What was a moment, felt like an eternity as two close friends shared the same thought, what if we took this relationship the next step further? Beverly reached up and pushed her right hand into Troi's brown hair. She took hold of Troi's head and pulled it slowly downwards, leaning up.
The two women's lips met, both tasting a member of the same sex for the first time. The kiss continued for several moments before Troi pushed herself off Beverly's body, retreating into a corner shaking. Crusher closed her eyes for a moment, tasting Troi on her lip's, licking them clean before standing and walking slowly towards her friend.
"I can't believe you just did that" Troi said reaching for a gown, desperately trying to cover her skin tight costume to stop Crusher seeing any more of her.
"Deanna, that felt pretty mutual" Crusher said, stopping in front of Troi and reaching forward, rubbing the back of her neck where she knew one of Troi's arousal points was. Troi, briefly, moaned, her body collapsing nearly collapsing into an orgasm before she remembered that Beverly knew a lot about Betazoid physiology, enough to make Troi orgasm with just a touch. She pulled away, tightening the gown around her body.
"Come on Deanna, your species is such a highly sexed race anyway. Why else would you come to your wedding's naked?" Crusher asked. Troi backed away, leaning against the wall. Beverly stepped forward and gripped the edges of the robe, pulling it open slightly. She pushed her hand in and gripped one of Troi's breasts, feeling her nipple start to stiffen under her touch.
"Beverly don't" Troi pleaded, feeling her pussy start to juice as Beverly continued to manipulate her nipple. Beverly pushed her other hand into Troi's robe, moving it down over her body and taking hold of Troi's ass, tightening her grip and pulling her body against her own.
Beverly looked lustily into Troi's deep brown eyes, feeling the obvious arousal that Troi was emitting from her pussy. She lent forward, kissing Troi on the cheeks, on the neck, then down to her mouth, kissing Troi's soft lips until Troi responded, kissing back, their tongues finally meeting.
Troi's hands moved up Beverly's body, lifting the edge of Crusher's top, and moving her hands into Beverly's clothes, feeling her hot clammy skin, noticing that Crusher wasn't wearing a breast support. She moved her hand around Beverly's body and touched her first female breast, noticing, like her, that Crusher's nipple was erect to her touch.
Crusher sighed and moaned under Troi's touch.
"Doctor Crusher, please report to sickbay" Crusher's comm. Badge stated. She released her kiss, clear rationality suddenly returning, realising the position she was in with her best friend. Troi pulled her hand clear of Beverly's breasts, the doctor's sweat dripping off her hand. Crusher took the hand and sucked the finger's clean, never loosing eye contact with Troi before she turned, straightening her top, and leaving the gym.
Beverly had been called to treat a visiting alien, one who, as it turned out, had himself been sleeping with a male crewmember. When the male crewman had cum, ejaculating onto the alien, the semen had acted as an acid, burning against the alien's skin. Crusher, being aroused, couldn't help but think about that this example of homosexual sex between two alien males had ended so badly. While only moments earlier, she had nearly cum on Deanna's hand.
She was sure one of the female nurses had noticed her aroused state when she walked into sickbay, her skin-tight costume exposing her erect nipples. Crusher, being so turned on, had brushed her hand against the nurse's inner thigh, before walking over to put on her blue medical coat, and treating the doctor.
So now Crusher stood wiping the alien's skin clear of human semen, sterilising the wound until the alien responded, looking up at the doctor smiling. His sex partner stepped forward, dressed in his uniform. He pulled him in and kissed him passionately, crying and apologising that he had caused this pain. Crusher signalled for the room to be cleared.
"Now gentlemen, we need to talk about inter-species mating rituals" the doctor said.
Troi entered her quarters, almost running over to her bed and pulling her trousers down. They fell into a pile on the floor, soaked through with her cum and sweat, her pubic hair's pressed down. She lay back and pushed her hand between her legs, moving her fingers over her pussy, pushing them up into her pussy.
She wanked herself off slowly, quickening her pace as she realised she was so close to cuming on the sheets she would shoot a lot of her cum onto her soaking sheets. She gripped her nipple with her spare hand, rubbing it while masturbating, pulling the nipple away from her tit until it snapped down. As she was about to cum, she heard the door chime sound. It went off again, then twice more. Someone was urgent to get in, and in this position, she was going to risk her position and rank by going to the door in this state.
Crusher was taken aback as Troi opened the door half naked, her pussy dripping sweat and cum, some rolling down her legs and thighs, a bit down her wrist. Clearly, she had been wanking herself off, hopefully over Crusher and the experience they had just shared. Troi's cum dripping hand reached up and gripped her hair, pulling Crusher into her quarters. Before the door shut, Crusher heard a feminine gasp and realised someone had seen her pulled into Troi's quarters.
"Deanna are you sure this is what you want to do?" Beverly asked, feeling Troi's hands begin to pull her top off. Her breasts dropped down, realising this was the first time that anyone had seen her exposed chest, including the slight age lines that were forming on her chest. Troi lent in and held one of Crusher's tits, licking the nipple.
"Shall we sit and talk first?" Deanna said grinning, releasing the breast. Crusher took hold of Troi's hand and placed it back on her tit, feeling Troi's fingers once more begin to rub her nipples taking the other hand and place it on the edge of her trousers.
Troi pushed her hand down Crusher's clothes, feeling the smooth surface. Troi was impressed that the doctor kept her pubic hairs shaved, although she would know that a shaved crotch was more hygienic. Crusher's leg's parted for her hand, allowing Troi to feel her pussy. It was slightly looser, and larger, than Troi's, the effect of giving birth to Wesley. It was slightly like her mothers cunt, one which she had seen many times in her childhood at large family events.
Crusher reached down and pulled her trousers down, standing naked in front of Troi. With the door still unlocked, any visitors now might have cost them both their jobs and commissions. But Crusher didn't care. She was a woman, a human woman who had needs and now this beautiful Betazoid was about to fuck her. Crusher pulled Troi's top off, exposing the alien's large breasts, exposing her brown nipples stiff and erect.
The two friends and officers of the USS Enterprise stood naked and aroused, neither knowing what to do as they were both experiencing each other for the first time.
i prescribe a VT220 for use by Global Civilians. if someone can't figure out how to use it, they shouldn't be allowed near a fucking computer in the first goddamn place.
we can no longer achieve anonymity. there's cameras pointed at us; authentication is the new killer app; we can't even post to Usenet anymore without leaving a trail for the fundamentally-evil DMCA lawyers to trace. Napster's dead and gone. OpenBSD has a local root hole. The MPAA is breathing down our necks. the power grids are dimming.
is anyone in a position of authority going to save us?? are you waiting around?
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what the fuck is this, slashdot.ru? in English we use the "v" letter to denote the "v" sound. just because the letter's different in Cyrillic doesn't make you cultured. fucknose.
You fucking shithead, did I fucking give you permission to put your worthless fucking post under my FP? You weren't replying to me, you're just using me as a way to get your retarded drivel high up on the page. Rest assured, cumtaster, that my post will stay at -1 and consequently no one will see the dumb shit you wasted your time writing.
You have AIDS.
oops false alarm
you fucking rule.
--Dorothy Asspussy
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a_t i understand this 'gay' thing is in your blood, you know?
c_ g but you gotta, like, express it in manners other than
a= t badly-drawn diskettes and crude sketches of dicks.
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g c if you'd direct your homo energies elsewhere. thx <3
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c. g
c g p.s. prepending "(TK)" to username is so gay,
a Richard Fucking Simmons would knock out your
c g grill for it
t -a
that Timothy, Ferguson and Schneier have been in a gay polyamorous triad for the last three and a half years.
thank you, Timothy, for being a slutty faggot shill. truly a Slashdot icon.
CLIT
When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ike Thomas and when I think about Ike I get a hard on that won't quit.
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Sixty years ago,I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.
Ike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers were dirty white under the brim of his battered felt fedora.
He did nott chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.
Old Ike, he extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old man winked at me. ?Ike Thomas is the name and playing pecker's my game.
I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, "I was never much good at that game."
"Now me," said Ike, "I just love jumping men. .
"I'll bet you do."
". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Ike.
"I though we were talking about. .
"You like jumping old men's peckers?"
I shook my head.
"I reckon we'll have to remedy that." Ike lifted his right leg and let go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."
That summer of1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it. Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.
Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature some times climbed over the hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and was as browwn as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the middle of August, Ike wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in his hightop work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward, the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his chest and belly.
"Me? I just love to eat pussy!" Ike licked his lips from corner to corner then stuck it out far enough that the tip could touch the tip of his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the flavor of a lady's pussy."
"People do that?"
He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or not?"
"I never. .
"Well, old Ike's willing to let you find out."
"No way."
"Just teasing," said Ike. "But don't give me no sass or I'll show you my ass." He winked. Might show it to you anyway, if you was to ask."
"Why would I do that?"
"Curiousity, maybe. I'm guessing you never had a good piece of man ass."
"I'm no queer."
"Now don't be getting judgemental. Enjoying what's at hand ain't beiing queer. It's taking pleasure where you find it with anybody willing." Ike slipped a handside the side slit of his overalls and I could tell he was fondling and straightening out his cock. Now I admit I got me a hole that satisfied a few guys."
I swallowed, hard.
Ike winked. "Care to be asshole buddies?"
***
We worked steadily until noon. Ike drew a worn pocket watch from the bib pocket of his loose overalls and croaked, "Bean time. But first its time to reel out our limber hoses and make with the golden arches before lunch."
I followed Ike to the end of the greenhouse where he stopped at the outside wall of the potting shed. He opened his fly, fished inside, and finger-hooked a soft white penis with a pouting foreskin puckered half an inch pas
Write your own PostScript in Emacs.
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Read the review. It is indeed a tablet PC they're talking about, not the Mira. Resist the anti-anti-MS hype.
this book is not worth $16
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Hooked on Spelling
The day was one of the most hellacious in a long time. We were doing end of the year closing at the office and I'd been working 12-14 hour days tying up loose ends. I entered the subway station at 1:45 am and waited for the 2 am train. I ran my hands through my hair and exhaled a long breath, very thankful I wasn't working the next day. The train arrived and I entered a deserted car. Slouching in a corner seat, I prepared for the 40 minute ride home. At the next stop, I noticed an attractive Spanish woman entering my car. She was about 5'6" and had dark brown hair that framed her face and rested on her shoulders. My eyes traveled down her body, appreciating her pert breasts confined in a tight white blouse and her curvaceous hips hugged by a midnight blue skirt that stopped at her knees. She glanced my way long enough for me to notice her eyes were as dark as her hair. I studied her luscious ass as she walked to the other end of the car and sat down.
I was so tired my eyes began to drift closed. When I next opened them, I looked at my watch and checked that I hadn't missed my stop. My head shot up in surprise when I noticed the pretty stranger sitting across the aisle from me. She was studying me intently and I noticed the first few buttons of her blouse were undone and her hand was inside, obviously massaging her breast. Not missing my stop was no longer on my mind. I watched the mysterious beauty as she pushed the blouse from her shoulder, exposing her right breast to my hungry stare. She kept her eyes on me as my own watched her fingers tease her hardened nipple... rolling and pinching it. I heard a low moan escape her lips over the rumble of the subway train. I straightened in my seat, attempting to relieve the pull forming between my legs.
She pulled her legs into the seat and her skirt inched up, revealing nicely tanned thighs. It took all of my resolve not to move myself into her seat and slide my hand up her skin. The fact we were on a city train was still prevalent in my mind, however, did not seem to phase her in the least. She slipped a hand between her legs and I lost sight of it in the darkness beneath the material of her skirt; but the movement of her arm left no question of what she was doing. Her head rolled back and rested on the window, her eyes drifted closed as her hand worked its magic. I was lost in her movements, waiting for her body to shake with an orgasm... when she suddenly stopped and looked at me again. Biting her lower lip, she pulled her skirt up as far as it would go and brought her knees to her chest, spreading her legs and revealing her bare nether region to me.
I licked my suddenly dry lips as her hand drifted through the neatly trimmed pubic hair and down to her rosy brown labia... slowly spreading her pussy lips as if to show me how wet she was, and I watched her essence flow down the valley leading to her ass. I imagined my tongue darting hungrily into her cunt as she began to ferociously finger her swollen clit, her moans becoming louder. She began to thrust her hips up into her hand and I found myself rotating my own hips as well. Her body began to jerk and I moaned as she let out a small cry and a climax shot through her. Her breath coming in short rasps and her eyes dark with passion, she kept her gaze on me as she brought her hand to her mouth and sucked on her fingers, licking them clean. I grabbed the back of the seat and gripped hard.
The train pulled to a stop and I glanced up to see my station. I pulled myself slowly from my seat, noticing the liberal wetness that had formed between my legs. As I walked to the car door, I watched as the Latina beauty pulled her skirt down and her blouse back together. She smiled and winked at me as I stepped out onto the platform. I turned around and looked at her through the car window. She blew me a kiss and mouthed what looked like, "Until next time..." and the train disappeared down the track.
I headed up the station steps and wondered just when "next time" would be...
Deanna Troi lent forward, her stomach muscle's tensing up under her lycra top. Troi enjoyed using the Enterprise gym, especially when it was just Beverly and her, they had shared a lot and they could really express themselves when working out, grunting out loud when the exercise got to much.
Troi and Beverly had been friends for many years now, both sharing a special relationship. Both Troi and Beverly being the love interests of the two commanding officers on board the Enterprise. Troi had helped Crusher develop her masturbation techniques after the captain had declined her advances, although Troi knew the captain fantasised about Beverly a lot. She often felt his eroticism when he was alone in his quarters, although that was one secret she would never let out.
But when they were working out, they were not the ship's doctor and psych, they were not the desired love object's of the captain and the first officer, they were two firm friends trying to keep their wonderful figures. Troi had always been burdened by her mother to maintain the perfect figure, despite attracting many of the males on her home planet, and now on the ship. But she never understood why Crusher worked out so much. Despite being a mother and approaching middle age, she had a wonderful figure, one which the captain, understandably, lusted after.
But Troi knew Beverly's secret, one which she had tried to kept hidden from her, even knowing Troi's mental powers. After her husband had died, Beverly had lost all interest in men. She had been with one or two a few years later, but Troi knew Beverly had grown fond of nurse Ogawa, upset when she had got married. She would have thought that the doctor was a homosexual had she not also had feelings towards the captain.
As Troi lent forward, her face was only inches from Beverly's ass, from here she could see a line of sweat soaking into the material, pulling the lycra costume up into Beverly's crack. Whether the doctor didn't realise Troi's position or did, Troi heard, and smelt, a little fart escape from Beverly's ass, the smell sweet yet tangy. Troi, for reasons she would later think about, inhaled the smell, sucking in the first taste of another women's fart.
Beverly stiffened, feeling the fart escape. She turned her head, hoping Troi hadn't seen or heard what she had just did. She was a little taken aback when she saw Troi still in her stretching position, her face only an inch from Beverly's ass, a smile on her face and her nose pushed forward. Had Troi just smelt her fart?, Beverly thought.
"Perhaps we should try Worfs throwing techniques" Beverly suggested, turning her head back and walking to the centre of the blue mat, noticing, to her surprise, a look of disappointment on Troi's face.
Beverly, like a lot of the male crew members, had lusted after Deanna at some point. Troi had been there to listen to her problems, she knew Beverly so intimately, so it was only natural that she wanted to return that closeness. In fact Troi had been the reason she had started to question her sexuality, wondering if, perhaps, a women's touch was better than a man's. But Troi was in love with Riker, so she knew that they could never be together.
"His throwing techniques?" Troi asked. Beverly nodded, watching Deanna approach her, not realising that Troi was sensing Beverly's arousal as the situation developed. Troi stopped and turned in front of Crusher.
Crusher stepped forward and pushed her body against Troi's, feeling her heat beneath the lycra suit. She wrapped her right arm around Troi's neck, simulating a position of danger on Troi's life. She pulled Troi tight against her, her large breasts pushing into Troi's back.
They stood silently like that for a moment, Troi feeling Crusher's hot breath blowing against the back of her neck. Deanna, being a betazoid and a highly sexed being anyway, was staring to become aroused herself, seeing the attraction of homosexuality. Crusher knew what she was doing, holding Deanna so close to her body they were almost together. To break the situation, Troi elbowed Crusher in the stomach, loosening the grip, and allowing her to flip Crusher over her shoulder, landing her on the mat.
Troi stood grinning as Crusher chuckled to herself, obviously unaware Troi had been practising her self defence moves. Troi reached for an imaginary phaser when Crusher kicked up, knocking the pretend weapon away and sweep kicked Troi's leg's with the other.
Troi fell forward, landing on top of Beverly, knocking the wind out her.
"Beverly, are you alright?" Troi asked, taking hold of her head, her long brown hair flowing down and mixing with Crusher's short, blond own.
Crusher would never have imagined being in this position, her body pressed tightly against Troi's. The lycra material so hot and sweaty, their tits were almost touching each other, Troi's soft hands holding Beverly's head. The doctor hoped that Troi wouldn't recognise the wet patch forming near her pussy was her own pre-cum.
Crusher opened her eyes, staring up into Deanna's. What was a moment, felt like an eternity as two close friends shared the same thought, what if we took this relationship the next step further? Beverly reached up and pushed her right hand into Troi's brown hair. She took hold of Troi's head and pulled it slowly downwards, leaning up.
The two women's lips met, both tasting a member of the same sex for the first time. The kiss continued for several moments before Troi pushed herself off Beverly's body, retreating into a corner shaking. Crusher closed her eyes for a moment, tasting Troi on her lip's, licking them clean before standing and walking slowly towards her friend.
"I can't believe you just did that" Troi said reaching for a gown, desperately trying to cover her skin tight costume to stop Crusher seeing any more of her.
"Deanna, that felt pretty mutual" Crusher said, stopping in front of Troi and reaching forward, rubbing the back of her neck where she knew one of Troi's arousal points was. Troi, briefly, moaned, her body collapsing nearly collapsing into an orgasm before she remembered that Beverly knew a lot about Betazoid physiology, enough to make Troi orgasm with just a touch. She pulled away, tightening the gown around her body.
"Come on Deanna, your species is such a highly sexed race anyway. Why else would you come to your wedding's naked?" Crusher asked. Troi backed away, leaning against the wall. Beverly stepped forward and gripped the edges of the robe, pulling it open slightly. She pushed her hand in and gripped one of Troi's breasts, feeling her nipple start to stiffen under her touch.
"Beverly don't" Troi pleaded, feeling her pussy start to juice as Beverly continued to manipulate her nipple. Beverly pushed her other hand into Troi's robe, moving it down over her body and taking hold of Troi's ass, tightening her grip and pulling her body against her own.
Beverly looked lustily into Troi's deep brown eyes, feeling the obvious arousal that Troi was emitting from her pussy. She lent forward, kissing Troi on the cheeks, on the neck, then down to her mouth, kissing Troi's soft lips until Troi responded, kissing back, their tongues finally meeting.
Troi's hands moved up Beverly's body, lifting the edge of Crusher's top, and moving her hands into Beverly's clothes, feeling her hot clammy skin, noticing that Crusher wasn't wearing a breast support. She moved her hand around Beverly's body and touched her first female breast, noticing, like her, that Crusher's nipple was erect to her touch.
Crusher sighed and moaned under Troi's touch.
"Doctor Crusher, please report to sickbay" Crusher's comm. Badge stated. She released her kiss, clear rationality suddenly returning, realising the position she was in with her best friend. Troi pulled her hand clear of Beverly's breasts, the doctor's sweat dripping off her hand. Crusher took the hand and sucked the finger's clean, never loosing eye contact with Troi before she turned, straightening her top, and leaving the gym.
Beverly had been called to treat a visiting alien, one who, as it turned out, had himself been sleeping with a male crewmember. When the male crewman had cum, ejaculating onto the alien, the semen had acted as an acid, burning against the alien's skin. Crusher, being aroused, couldn't help but think about that this example of homosexual sex between two alien males had ended so badly. While only moments earlier, she had nearly cum on Deanna's hand.
She was sure one of the female nurses had noticed her aroused state when she walked into sickbay, her skin-tight costume exposing her erect nipples. Crusher, being so turned on, had brushed her hand against the nurse's inner thigh, before walking over to put on her blue medical coat, and treating the doctor.
So now Crusher stood wiping the alien's skin clear of human semen, sterilising the wound until the alien responded, looking up at the doctor smiling. His sex partner stepped forward, dressed in his uniform. He pulled him in and kissed him passionately, crying and apologising that he had caused this pain. Crusher signalled for the room to be cleared.
"Now gentlemen, we need to talk about inter-species mating rituals" the doctor said.
Troi entered her quarters, almost running over to her bed and pulling her trousers down. They fell into a pile on the floor, soaked through with her cum and sweat, her pubic hair's pressed down. She lay back and pushed her hand between her legs, moving her fingers over her pussy, pushing them up into her pussy.
She wanked herself off slowly, quickening her pace as she realised she was so close to cuming on the sheets she would shoot a lot of her cum onto her soaking sheets. She gripped her nipple with her spare hand, rubbing it while masturbating, pulling the nipple away from her tit until it snapped down. As she was about to cum, she heard the door chime sound. It went off again, then twice more. Someone was urgent to get in, and in this position, she was going to risk her position and rank by going to the door in this state.
Crusher was taken aback as Troi opened the door half naked, her pussy dripping sweat and cum, some rolling down her legs and thighs, a bit down her wrist. Clearly, she had been wanking herself off, hopefully over Crusher and the experience they had just shared. Troi's cum dripping hand reached up and gripped her hair, pulling Crusher into her quarters. Before the door shut, Crusher heard a feminine gasp and realised someone had seen her pulled into Troi's quarters.
"Deanna are you sure this is what you want to do?" Beverly asked, feeling Troi's hands begin to pull her top off. Her breasts dropped down, realising this was the first time that anyone had seen her exposed chest, including the slight age lines that were forming on her chest. Troi lent in and held one of Crusher's tits, licking the nipple.
"Shall we sit and talk first?" Deanna said grinning, releasing the breast. Crusher took hold of Troi's hand and placed it back on her tit, feeling Troi's fingers once more begin to rub her nipples taking the other hand and place it on the edge of her trousers.
Troi pushed her hand down Crusher's clothes, feeling the smooth surface. Troi was impressed that the doctor kept her pubic hairs shaved, although she would know that a shaved crotch was more hygienic. Crusher's leg's parted for her hand, allowing Troi to feel her pussy. It was slightly looser, and larger, than Troi's, the effect of giving birth to Wesley. It was slightly like her mothers cunt, one which she had seen many times in her childhood at large family events.
Crusher reached down and pulled her trousers down, standing naked in front of Troi. With the door still unlocked, any visitors now might have cost them both their jobs and commissions. But Crusher didn't care. She was a woman, a human woman who had needs and now this beautiful Betazoid was about to fuck her. Crusher pulled Troi's top off, exposing the alien's large breasts, exposing her brown nipples stiff and erect.
The two friends and officers of the USS Enterprise stood naked and aroused, neither knowing what to do as they were both experiencing each other for the first time.
i prescribe a VT220 for use by Global Civilians. if someone can't figure out how to use it, they shouldn't be allowed near a fucking computer in the first goddamn place.
i troll three other accounts... now i'm reduced to posting using Lynx from another IP. woe is me.
it could be worse -- i could be a shit-gargling AC.
is anyone in a position of authority going to save us?? are you waiting around?