Title: MOBIUS STRIP
Author: R.Schultz (cousindream@aol.com )
Series: DS9
Code: Ard'rian MacKenzie(f/TNG)/Jadzia(DS9)
Rating: NC-17/R Graphic sex. and bad language.
Spoilers: Before Jadzia and Worf become an item.
Disclaimer: Trekiverse belongs to Paramount/ViaBorgCom. We have the best Congress Big Money can buy. I'm playing with the Trek Universe for fun, not for money. All the critturs go back scrubbed clean and sated. My story is mine under common-law copyright. So chill. Written March, 2001. 6000 words long.
Summary: Years after the TNG Third Season Eppy "The Ensigns of Command", a last bit of flotsam from a now-abandoned colony planet, Tau Cygna Five, floats onto the reefs of DS9. A brand-new StarFleet cybernetics engineering Ensign has a few non-apparent skills. And a taste for pretty females.
Warning: Graphic love between (fictional) adult consenting women is part of this story. If this brings up your main deflectors, why not toddle off somewhere else? This is not a place for underage humanoids according to USA laws, or for anyone living where foreign national or local laws say this sort of fiction is a no-no. Therefore, go away. Read something else.
Posted to the Femme Fuh-Q Fest, later to the ASCEM. May be archived, but please notify.
Comments to: cousindream@aol.com
by R.Schultz
She caught my eye as soon as I was through the rolling lock door. Tall, looking like she was accustomed to being in charge. Nice long hair. She was a diamond shining in a cess pit.
I knew all about the past of Terek Nor, and the slaves who died by the thousands. Even this lively Promenade had a chilling history. The architecture stank of Cardassian coldness, and efficiency. Very functional and not much else. Whatever charms I'll find on Deep Space Nine, aesthetics in design was not going to be one of them.
The tall leggy one was a charm I'd like to wear. Soft crocodile, I had to think. Slim wench. Probably has everyone rolling on her. StarFleet black almost looked good on her, but not even her lean beauty could salvage that uniform. And she's probably so straight you could use her for a plumb bob. All the best ones are wasted on men.
I could see a few Bajoran's in their own official uniform. It was obvious tall-and-pretty came out lucky in the official uniform sweepstakes next to a Bajoran. Worst-ever uniform I ever saw on a female, that Bajoran Militia thing. Even the males didn't look good in it. Somebody got awarded the design contract because of their being related to someone. Not their fashion sense. Too bad.
Tall-and-pretty was talking to a nice petite redhead. Not her fault she was in that pathetic excuse for a uniform thing. Red-and-petite was also a pretty enough Madchen. More Crocodile than the other. A lot more.
Just to look at her convinced me she knew what a female tasted like.
Red hair. Short-and-pretty. She deserved better than that tight orange travesty. On her an attractive figure -- I assumed -- was transformed into a pudgy creature with an ass ten kilos too heavy and the look of being laced into the damned thing. She looked like a pregnant Orange that had put on weight.
If I have time or the opportunity I've got to get her out of that thing. I'll bet she looks absolutely wonderful nude. Especially appealing was the thought of my teeth on her breast nibs.
After I stood there for three minutes both of them noticed me standing there like a fool, admiring her and her. The red-hair seemed startled, as if no one looked at her like she was a woman any more. She looked away immediately when I tried to smile at her. Maybe leer would be a better word.
The tall lean one....she smiled right back. I wondered why. Then she turned back to the little redhead, almost ignoring me. Almost. Maybe she wasn't all that straight after all.
There was a railing here. I was drawn to the display. More locks were disgorging people on the lower level as well. Shops, kiosk's, seven or nine different humanoid races in sight at any one time. Here there was life. I looked at the cramped vista above and around. Cold. Uncaring. Two years. If we don't all die in the interval.
"Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'entrate," I said aloud. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
"No," a voice sounded loud in my ears. It was the tall lean one, the one with the incredible bright blue eyes. I wonder what they looked like in candlelight? She raised a hand to point a finger out to the nearest observation porthole.
"E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle," she said. Smiling again, she had a great smile. Look to the stars. Star Fleet officers who speak the language of my childhood.
Not knowing what to say I just stood there admiring the views.
"Would it be correct for me to assume you're O'Briens new computer expert?" I nodded my head yes. I was in my baggy brown pants and a white-and-sienna shirt, but I imagine she might have seen my file image already.
"Then let me introduce myself. I'm Jadzia Dax, and I work here. I'm a joined Trill, by the way." Oh, yeah, one of them with a worm inside. To each his own.
Then I remembered more. If she had been around the quadrangle a few times, she had perhaps been a male at some point in her -- it's past. She also noticed me staring at the dots. They looked incredibly -- sensuous.
I wondered if she remembered making love to a female?
"If you're going to be a fellow member of the crew, maybe you'd appreciate me showing you where to get your vitals down, na? Cabin, duty rotation, and all that delightful fun stuff. Care to follow me?"
Anywhere you want to, gorgeous. Into the gates of hell. Then I looked around again at this depressing dark excuse for a space station. Maybe I already had followed her into the gates of hell.
Two years, I thought. Just two years here. They promised.
On the other hand, I could extend my stay here a few years, if I asked. Jadzia Dax. Joined Trill. Damn, but she had one delightful backside on her. Even a StarFleet uniform couldn't hide everything, once you got close enough. Nice smooth walk and one great ass.
As for the bust, who knows? Once upon a time someone in StarFleet must have been unhappy with the thought of female officers having breasts. They certainly made a good job of covering them up.
Dark hair, blue eyes. Probably got small dark nipples on -- discovering her bust size will give my life purpose.
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It was cramped, but O'Brien would have found it impossible to move. I suspected Sisko or O'Brien had asked for a midget cyberneticist/computer whiz. Barring that, they asked for a short female. And settled for me. O'Brien, bless his solid heart, was working on the upper conduits. Jadzia was talking to him via communicator, and I was inside the console.
Feeling the Cardassians were not all that efficient after all, if this station's circuitry was any guide. No wonder they hadn't sabotaged the station. They figured it would self-destruct without Cardassia-trained experts to keep the mess together.
Jadzia would give O'Brien a computer command and I'd check it. We'd found three breaks in the sequencing routine thus far and we might be finished. Only took all day. Interesting with a command system put in during the last century. Onboard checked out.
I was in a pit, and the panels were off, and I turned a bored eye outwards, into the Command Center. Waiting for the next piece of Cardassian &%$#@ to break down. How the hell did they remain a powerful force? They must find it difficult keeping their starships from springing leaks.
Suddenly realizing Jadzia was directly in front of me. She was slightly crouched, legs slightly spread, working the console. Long legs, lean frame, I was staring right into her crotch. Not that anyone could see anything in those black uniform pants. I had a pretty good idea of what she looked like without them on, however. Some day I'd dare to exercise in the gym at the same time she did. Watch that perfect body sweat and move.
And periodically I remembered the Jadzia who had smiled on me when I got off the Space Clipper. I'd been green as grass and right out of the Academy. Two months here and I already think I'm a salty old veteran.
Oops. She'd caught me looking at her. Again.
She bent to kneel in front of me. Damn that smile. Damn that chuckle. I hoped she wasn't going to give me another of her soft gentle we're-all-just-girls-together dressing down's.
Instead she asked me to dinner at the replimat after shift.
I was ready to float on clouds. A date! Well, not really. I'd get to listen to that sexy voice of hers for a little bit.
Then she said Julian and Nerys would be joining us. Not floating any more. Not a date. Still....
- - - - - - - - - - - -
Julian was nowhere in sight. Good. Let me be part of a femme thing. Everyone was in civvies. And wow.
I'd expected Jadzia to have perfect clothes sense, and she did. Jadzia had a dark embroidered skirt down to her ankles, a bolero of the same material, and a fawn blouse down to her wrists. Five or six necklaces and... I saw a miniature medal by her lapel. I was in StarFleet, and damned well knew what the Axanar Palm Leaf looked like. I wondered if it were for Dax, or for Jadzia.
Nerys was the bigger surprise. She had on a light blue cham-san skirt slit all the way from ankle up to her waist. A vast white silk blouse was held together by gold cords across her front and her back. If not for the cords her blouse would fall off and she'd be nude from the waist up. There was not a sign of a bra. There was not a sign of unders. Major Kira Nerys was dressed to kill tonight. I looked for their dates. And wished I was it.
The story of the ugly duckling came to me. Here I was in tight dark green pants with the leg sides split up to mid-thigh, and blue-green cords stitching them together again. A green-and-blue paisley blouse. Hair up in a simple tie. I'd wondered if I was a bit too fancy when I left my cabin.
Now, between these two women, I must look like a charity case they'd picked out of a corner by Quark's. I came to within two hairbreadths of leaving. Until I noticed Jadzia wasn't wearing a bra either. 34-D, I said to myself. That made three of us without a bra on.
For the next ... whatever hours, I was going to pretend I wasn't spiking. Both women had ... Yes. Larger than my slight protrusions. Maybe they wouldn't notice. At least they couldn't see the moisture I could feel down there, in my crotch. Yes, goddamn it, I was wet.
At that moment Nerys turned to say something to a monstrously large alien, and I fell in lust with that little Bajoran body all over again. She had large dark aureole and prominent nipples.
What the hell. For the first time ever I wished I were telepathically linked twins. We'd be able to ... Both women. I was going to lose my core confinement configuration.
They fussed over me and propelled me onward. Something about their dates would be waiting for them. Okay. So long as I could watch those two pairs of breasts sway and move as we walked. Kira didn't seem to notice I could see the occasional red nipple. A lot of red nipple. Every millimeter of me was tingly and hot. Where they touched me it felt painful.
Then I turned to look at Jadzia. At the stupendous way her breasts would sway and perform circular motions as she walked. Stared for six seconds, then riveted my eyes forward.
For the first time I began to wonder ... No, to HOPE that all this wasn't being wasted on a few unappreciative males.
Where the blazes was there a Devil to sell your soul to? Here I wanted to sell my soul and not a Devil in sight. Where was one when you needed one most?
And where the hell were we going? I think we were all talking, but I wasn't sure. For all I knew I was muttering a Davonian prayer.
We went down to the second level, then the third, me trying not to drool the whole way down. When we rounded the bend where "Another Road" was still open and serving its raktajino and coffee and sherbert, I suddenly knew where we were going. Not to "Mother's" or "Club Place Nine". We were going to "The Flitter".
I'd just been there last night. Bored. Not seeing anyone new there. Bored. Not finding any of the weeknight regulars who suddenly appealed to me. Or anyone that looked interesting. Bored.
Not impressed any more with the bad lighting and real alcohol, the tiny dance floor and same old regular crop of butches and femmes and bad boys and leather guys. It was the knock-off DS9 equivalent of "Twin Peaks" or "Maggie's" back in San Francisco.
The three of us sauntered past the big male bouncer. Nerys waved at him and we didn't even have to break stride. He just marked us down on a Padd. Some one of us three would have the entrance fees added to their bar tab.
It was a week night and the place was mostly empty. There was no music.
Jadzia turned to me, that damned ingratiating I'm-so-innocent it-just-can't-be-believed wicked smile of hers. I spiked immediately when she pulled me to her and I felt her breasts against mine. She was as hard as I was. It just hadn't been as obvious on her. Large breasts do that sometimes.
I HAD to look down. She was taller than me, but we both had long legs. With very little trouble she could feel my nipples with hers. Her nipples were hard as rocks.
I was the date.
I was on fire. Am I in heaven or do I burn in Hell?
"Would m'Lady care to dance?" I looked around as if I could see music. Realizing Nerys was gone. She was over by one of the replicators punching numbers into a big old Vox. Music was .... now.
Not all of her words were heard, but I knew Jadzia was saying I looked very beautiful tonight. In a minute or two her words were going to dissolve me. I fit into the circle of her Trill arms for this dance. She called me beautiful.
The skinny raw-boned female that stared at me in my mirror knew better. My breasts were too small, my butt too skinny, my hair un-enticing in it's natural brown shade, and my face way too long and solemn. I wasn't even tall nor short. Just another female destined to look like every other human female.
Jadzia kissed me. Not exactly like a lover might... Well, actually, yes. Two women dancing nipple to nipple in a place where the boys and girls dance with the boys and girls, and the one kisses the other, you know damned well she was kissing me like a lover does.
Then she kissed me again. Again. Again.
Then I felt another arm go around my waist. I'd actually forgotten Kira Nerys was here as well. She was cutting in.
Not exactly. Nothing was as expected tonight. I turned to fold my favorite redhead into my arms, and the arms of my favorite Trill circled around my waist. I was in heaven. I burned.
We danced like this until the music paused. Two male couples were on the floor, and another pair of females. Both of the femme's were Bajoran Dabo girls, they worked for Quark. First I knew either of the two lovelies cared for ladies.
Nerys pulled my face down to hers. We kissed until after the music had began again. She caught a hand and laid it on her dark red nipple. I stood there, kissing, feeling Nerys' nipple stiffening into my palm, fighting her tongue with mine. And all the time I knew Jadzia was feeling me with her own body.
Jadzia's hands found my nipples. I began to crumple. Only the strong arms of the Trill kept me erect.
"Let's get this to a table," Nerys said. We did, I think. In any event when Jadzia began probing my mouth with her delightful tongue again, I was sitting.
We were kissing, all three of us. The songs rose in a distance, falling far from me, all full unheeded, all full unfelt.
"Must we burn in He-av.-en/
Must we burn in Hell?
"Are our sins for-giv-en?/
Or is it to Hell we fell?
"Are our truths but leaven,/
For the lies we sell?
"Are our souls torn/ and driven?/
Can we see ourselves/ too well?"
- - - - - - - - - - -
When Major Kira exited Commander Siskos office, I excused myself from the StarFleet I was working with. A few quick steps and I was striding side by side with the fiery Bajoran.
"What?" Damn, she could be abrupt. Full of pitch and piss. I sighed inside. I wished we could link hands, maybe share a kiss out where everyone could see us. As we got on the turbolift, Jadzia got off. She had the same rules for our own relationship, but I noticed my Trill managed to run her fingers on my hand as we passed.
Once in the turbolift, though, Nerys reacted fast. She pulled my head down and gave me a nice long kiss. Just touch tongues, but she could put a lot of feeling in an ordinary lover's kiss.
"Miss me?" she asked. I saw her every day and Saturday had been our together day... Two days? And yes, I did miss her. I missed Dax as well. Maybe this was all a fool's paradise, but for the moment I'll live in it.
Switch on, switch off, and about once a week we hit "The Flitter" for some dancing, all three of us. Then hit "Another Road" for their cheesecake or cannolli. Finally, wind up in one of our cabins. It's a hard life, but I can do it.
If they were also insistent about there being future husband's for themselves....I could manage. I could cope with that drink of vinegar as well. It helped a lot that both Jadzia and Nerys were up-front and honest about things to me. Sex, yes. Lots of red-hot sex. yeah. Love, okay, but limited. More than simple animal sex, at least. I kept telling myself this.
They were just bi, and my well-stroked body was just the happy recipient of a lot of fantabulous dyke sex.
I think we all knew I'd marry either or both of them something like 8.3 seconds after I got a proposal.
We stepped off the turbolift together. Innocent. Busy. Work on our minds instead of the female butt we'd just been fondling. Me figuring I'd be the one proposed to, that had surprised me. I mean, after all, I was a dom, a top Croc, right? Wrong.
I hadn't been in control of this situation for a second, and we all knew it. And I wanted them both to be my wives. But I had to wish with all my lesbian heart that they'd be the ones to ask.
Never going to happen. Too bad. We'd take a hell of a wedding picture. Probably be three dykes in white. Each of us would want to be the husband.
As if it'll happen.
The Major and myself took ourselves to that corner Quark's makes where it projects out onto the Promenade. Little shelf there.
Never could cultivate that Hasperath of hers, and she always grimaced when I shoved one of my creme-filled cakes inside my maw. So long as I had the metabolism I'd keep having my sweet sins.
Time to get this weekend set up.
"Major Kira," I began, "I've got something special planned for us, for all three of us, this Friday night. I'd like you and Jadzia to be there?" She leered at me, knowing what sort of a delightfully sex-obsessed mind I possessed.
"Anything you need for us to do? Bring some wine? How are you doing for candles?"
For a few seconds I didn't think of romantic dinners for three, but some altogether different use for candles. My smile hurt my face, it happened so fast. Major Kira actually blushed once she realized what I'd thought of. There was still a lot of simple Bajoran girl in her. Not even the long war had destroyed everything innocent in her.
"Kira," I said, "you are one of the most delightful creatures I have ever known. And one of the most lovely things about you is how you manage somehow to blush at the damndest times. Did I ever tell you I thought one of the most beautiful things about you is your continued ability to blush?" Which made her blush more deeply. Made me realize how much I liked holding her. When I wasn't thinking about kicking her through the wormhole for being such a stubborn hard ass.
Love don't make you blind. Some things don't bother you as much, that's all.
"I need both of you ... If you'll do it, sweetie, just wear one of your favorite self-seating dildo's. Skirt or dress will be helpful. You'll both enjoy what I've got in mind." Nerys has to realize I want them to be able to ... respond ... quickly.
"What time did you say, and you're POSITIVE you don't need any nice big decorative candles?" You ever seen anyone with red hair blush and leer at the same time?
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It had taken a week, but everything was in place. One reason for my personal hurry was that I knew damned well a three-way relationship was inherently unstable. As this crazy pair of bi-gals was proving. It could be wearying sexually speaking and very satisfying on a physical level. But we all knew it was unstable. It could fly apart in minutes.
Jadzia and Kira were a pair of some long standing, so it was probably me who was eventually going to be frozen out. I spent a sizable amount of time each day not thinking of that.
Jadzia took her milk to the end table, and tucked her skirt under her as she sat down. Nerys was curled up on one end of the couch, whispering to Jadzia, and giggling.
All my guests were here, both of them. They looked ... edible. It was unmistakably a night of jewelry and scent and feminine clothes. It was a night made for women who loved women.
Benjamin would flip to see and hear Major Kira giggling and wriggling on a couch. Flushed of face, and totally beautiful in her green sarong and the light green transparent blouse, a thing of weightless gauze. She saw me looking, so she stuck her tongue out a little. Then lifted a leg so I could see the long green dildo resting on her thigh. Just a second. Then she was once more reserved, refined, graceful, controlled, vaguely interested. Her nipples were so hard and enlarged they must have hurt. And she giggled.
Jadzia watched Nerys, then she turned to smile at me, plenty of teeth showing. She re-seated herself and I caught sight of the pink length of her own dildo.
As requested.
I rose up, took off the covering from a dressing table, boudoir desk, other things. It was littered with cosmetics and scents. I stood before my bedroom ensuite and began my Hawk, my spiel.
"When I was on Terra, I was totally without funds. StarFleet gave me an allowance, but it was not always there when I needed it. To supplement these monies, I discovered I had a talent. It was a small talent, and only practice enlarged it.
"I found I had a gift for dance. I had the sense of time, of pace, the strength and quickness of response which allowed me to be good at it. And I found through it a way in which I could earn Credit's. Sometimes, quite a few.
"I danced for men, at first, and found my pale thin height was as much desired as giggling small women with big busts.
"I danced for hundreds of hours for men, and learnt many things. How to cope with strangers fondling my groin, hurting my nipples, and sticking fingers and other things inside me. I also learned to dance. The sort of dance which made a viewer desire me, wish to use me, willing to pay money for it.
"Fortunately I found, in San Francisco, places I could dance for women. They wanted visions and wishes. Moving thighs and make-up. Wishes fulfilled. Some of them received their fondest hope. I gave me to them. To them, some of them, I also gave more than a part of my body. A few left scars on my heart.
"I'd now like to give you both an important part of me. If you appreciate the efforts of the artist, compliments would be appropriate. Whooping, laughter, cries of amusement, all of it, any of it would be appropriate. And my neighbors be damned. Mademoiselle's and Gentlehomme's, I give you the world renowned, the famed and ravishing artist of the reborn art of strip-tease, the sensual, the contortionist queen of the ecdiyast's recreated art of the scenario for tonight's festivities. I give you a modern Cleopatra, the acknowledged paradigm of the carnal and the lascivious. The woman all races wish to hail as their own.
"Beloved throughout the Alpha Quadrant. Miss Twist.
"And her Mobius Strip".
The lights went down, then a first light came on in my bedroom. I exited in a long peach robe with white and red borders. The music slowly stayed with me. It became slowly louder, more insistent, more regular, with a stronger beat. I played to my audience, sneaking looks at them, deliberately trying to be graceful. Sexy. Approachable and attainable and hot, hot, hot.
I laid my robe on one end of the dressing table. Letting my audience realize I was totally naked now that the robe lay to one side. I stood, and revolved, carefully examining my body, my back, my butt in the large mirror on the dresser. For some seconds I lifted one leg to the bench seat before the table.
I heard the breaths come as one as both Nerys and Jadzia realized that my once large body of pubic hair had been reduced to a closely cropped image. A dark heart of hair sat at the apex of my sex. A child's valentine of darkness giving pointed attention to where my clitoris lay hidden in it's hood. I was not bald, but close. And what there was emphasized my sexuality.
I sat, giving one quick last peek to my audience of two, then swung around on my bench. I pretended to add paints to my face, and did add scent to my ears. I took creme's and rubbed them into my breasts. Always I would peek at my audience, whether pinching my nipples or caressing my abdomen.
I rose to the music, caressing my naked hips. Then I picked up a girdle, and laced myself into it. It's top lifted my meager breasts and emphasized them. I took gauzy hose from a drawer and placed one leg into them, then carefully slid the other. It was a single garment. It bound at the meeting of two strips, giving me an obscene appearance. The entire groin and rear was scooped out. It also gave my legs a dark cinnamon smoothness. It was made to draw every eye to groin and ass as I whirled again.
Always the music throbbed. It was a beast of beat, a steady rhythm that made every movement choreographed. I moved to it, it moved to me.
Dark patent strap-backs went on my feet. A translucent cinnamon blouse went over my top, flattering rather than hiding the nipples still visible under it.
A long skirt was fitted on. It wrapped around me, but there was still movement room for my legs.
A bracelet. Necklace. My hair was carefully braided into a bun, and my pose became rigid, perfect, devoid of error. The music peaked and then changed. It was more animal now.
Now I went to my audience, teasing, demanding, offering, pulling away. My nudity was only a dream now. A dream of lust and beauty. Whatever flaws my beauty had, at this moment they were all gone.
I was woman.
And the entire show only took sixteen minutes.
Nothing was revealed on my face, but inside I was full of doubt. Which woman did I want first? And did she want me? Did they want me? Had I offended or bored them?
All was resolved when Nerys rose from the couch. Her skirt fell from her as she presented herself to me. Then the transparent blouse. And so she became naked, sensuous, sexual. From the join of leg and belly grew her dildo. Waiting for it's use. Jadzia rose up as well, her clothes disappearing as I looked away.
Nerys' manhood stood before me and I bent to take it in my mouth. Wetting it. She had worn green to match her clothes. Without clothes her emerald-green compoloidial dick drew all eyes, as it drew my tongue and lips.
Suddenly I was off my feet. Still more or less fully clothed, I wound up across Jadzia's shoulder. She staggered a little and her breath was forced, but she managed to stand erect with my weight added to her own. Show-off. I think she was going to say something witty or pointed, but her bit of grandstanding took her right to the limit of her abilities.
I wasn't complaining. There are few things a Crocodile hates more and loves more completely than someone else taking charge. I hung on to Jadzia, admired the close-at-hand movement of her naked rear end, and squealed. Every time I thought about being the dom in our little orgy, something always made it plain who was the sex toy here.
With her dignity more or less intact, she loaded me onto the surface of my own bed. Nerys got the feet and both of them moved me into the center. Jadzia lay on top of me, her erection making a flaming hole in my belly. I knew, I KNEW, that piece of pink masculinity was going to be in me soon. Real soon.
"Girls," I weakly said, "don't you want me to undress?"
In way of answer Jadzia got on her hands and knees and pushed my skirt up to my waist. She palmed me, then grinned at Nerys.
"Do you think we should bother juicing this bitch's crotch? It feels to me as if she's got all the lube she needs. Think I should fuck her now?"
Nerys slowly masturbated me, moving three fingers inside me. I went blank in my head, wondering if she was going to get me off that way. That'd be nice. Anyway that didn't involve shedding my blood would have sounded nice right then. Just so long as someone kept using their thumb on my clit and their fingers searching the insides of my tight vagina. I tried clamping Nerys' fingers inside. She whooped with enjoyment, forcing entry for four fingers.
"She's wet, Jadzia, that's for certain. But you should have felt the way she clamped down on me just now. She may be one bitch ready to be hot, but she's tight. Real tight. I vote we use some lube on her. I mean, after all, we wouldn't want to hurt our dick's using her, now would we? These are the family jewels and they're precious things. She gets my penis sore and I'll have to walk like a woman for a week. Terrible thing to happen to a guy, right?"
Nerys got one of the tubes out of my night stand, and slathered it on Jadzia's stiff long hard pink erection. Then I whooped when a cold gob was spread on my own sex. Nerys lay alongside us, her small hand carefully guiding that erection to my excessively wet vagina.
The entry ... made my mouth open and my tongue stick out. My toes curled in my hose. My breasts grew immediately stiff, my nipples poking at Jadzia.
It bottomed out. I could feel the hundreds of anchoring strings radiating from the base of the dildo. I could feel the interface with my clit. I felt so FULL. Jadzia's penis was long and it was thick and I was wet enough so that my being tight tonight didn't matter worth a damn.
Nerys opened up my blouse to play with my breasts. Jadzia bent to work them with her teeth and tongue. I held on tight to Jadzia's Trill shoulders and brought my hose-clad legs up to lock my ankles back of her ass.
And she rode me. She was a damned machine, pumping in and out, working my sex like it was part of a vacuum pump. Nerys brought one hand down to my clit and she masturbated me until I came.
It was a lip-biter, an eyes-rolled-back-into-the-head climax. My orgasm peaked again and again for quite some time. Because Jadzia didn't stop feeding the warm male hardness in me for a nanosecond.
Nerys took pity on me, and woke Jadzia from her sex-trance. I was whimpering, which is what I always do when it was too good. Jadzia might be a bit distracted at times, at work. And her beautiful agreeability is a mask for a fist of steel, when she wants to use it. Also, Kira Nerys is a one-right-way-to-do-things martinet periodically.
But Lord love a slime worm, as lovers they can't hardly be beat. I often wondered on how many women -- and men -- they had combined forces? Who had they driven into an early sexual grave? They were awfully well practiced at what they did. Not to mention had quite a library of sex goodies and toys.
Nerys let me catch my breath as she slithered all over me. She fed me her nipples first. She had such big hard aureole and nipples when she got going. Made for a lezzie to chew on.
I always had to wonder about her and those spiritual Bajoran's she kept teaming up with. Such a pure and loving relationship she had with that priest guy who died. Blessed by the Gods.
I kept thinking about her five different sized butt plugs and the black leather restraints with hard usage indicated on them. I sort of hoped it wasn't Benjamin she used them on. And what was that thing with Kai Winn? Was it really a long-ago lover's quarrel still festering today?
And what about Jake Sisko and Jadzia? The odd thing was I didn't think her and Benjamin had ever done anything more sinful than have some raktajino together.
Rubbing herself on me reminded me of what a damned hot bitch Nerys really was.
All by herself her long green penis found me and I had to groan.
Jadzia slid next to us and began to knead my breasts and stomach. Then her long fingers found my clit at the same time Nerys was tapping my cervix every time she bottomed out.
It was too soon after my last one, but ... oh my ... I had to. It hurt, but that was okay. Nerys kept her erection inside me, letting me calm down with it still inside me. Deep.
With a big smile she began to pump me again.
"Girls, girls" I reminded them. "Do you mind if I eventually get out of my clothes?
"Also, I have this much abused tight little pussy here. It's crying out for someone to kiss it and make it feel all better. Do I hear any volunteers?"
"Shut up and keep climaxing, Ardy," Jadzia said.
"Yes," Nerys agreed. "It's what you do best."
Five years of StarFleet training and I'm a superior orgasm. There is no justice.
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