Message-ID: <5740eli$9711211330@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dimitri@ihug.co.nz (dimitri) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: (A.S.S.M) Star Trek - TNG : Shadows 4/7 (m/f, f/f, oral, orgy, female masturbation) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: Text/Plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <65492d$n79$11@newsource.ihug.co.nz> Attention. This is not the kind of story little kiddies should be reading, because little kiddies who read this story will turn into big kiddies who do silly things like break the law and then try and blame me for it. Therefore, if you are under the legal age to view pornography in your state and/or country, it is forbidden by law for you to read this story. If you do read this story regardless, I can not be held accountable. The story contains scenes or male/female, female/female and oral sex, as well as female masturbation. Now if these offend you in any way, you should also not read, and again, I will not be held accountable if you do so. The characters in this story belong to Paramount Studios, and they have not given their permission for me to use them, (please forgive me, however, this story is for entertainment purposes only and I am receiving no payment for producing this story (what the hell am I doing this for anyway?) There's an in-joke or two in here, basically only people who have read my Herald Of Armageddon story will really get it, so don't be surprised if you read a certain bit and don't know what the hell the point of that paragraph was. Also, we're a long way behind here in New Zealand, only up to about the third season of DS9 and the second of Voyager, so forgive any continuity errors, I've done my best with what I could find. In any case, that's all the legal shit, if you'd like to compliment or criticize this story or me in any way, send e-mails to - dimitri@ihug.co.nz - where you can also request other stories I have written, pick up any missing chapters, or just get a list of my available works. ON WITH THE STORY! Star Trek : The Next Generation - Shadows : Chapter Four. "Nobody was with her when she died," whispered Worf quietly, fighting back tears of sadness as he came to the finish of Charlotte's Web. All around him others were already in tears, some from beautiful poetry readings, others from their new found love for each other. "This is so pure," cried Deanna and hugged Worf,"I'm so sorry I tried to change you and drove you away, I hope you and Dax are very happy!" As Worf nodded his understanding Beverly was sitting around a campfire, playing a guitar and singing folk songs, she looked up and smiled at the hugging pair, then noticed she could see through them. "NO!" she cried in despair,"Not yet, we were just making progress!" Then she, Deanna and Worf disappeared. - Worf pulled his clothes back on and growled at No'Kase. "You said we had an hour," he muttered. No'Kase smiled in commiseration,"Some peoples psyches inadvertently call back their good and evil personifications early, nothing can be done, and you signed a waiver freeing us from any possible problems encountered...." "Yeah yeah," muttered Beverly,"Why'd it have to be just as Deanna and Worf had made a breakthrough?" "Actually," said Worf, sounding confused,"Hadn't you and me just finished having sex?" "Yes," said Beverly, just as confused,"But I also remember you reading Charlotte's Web..." "You keep the memories," said No'Kase,"It'll take a few days to sort them out since you were pulled loose early." As the Cardassian led them out of the room, Deanna noticed a naked figure in one of the pods, if she didn't know better she would have sworn the man inside - a man with graying hair streaked through with black pulled back in a little ponytail and with aquiline features - grinned at her. She walked past the pod, glancing down at the name on the square, shaking her head she hurried after the others. The name on the square read : P. Aradox --- "Please don't kill me!" cried Riker, his face contorted by fear. Tom Paris had been ready for anything, but not this, he lowered his gun slightly and looked around as if expecting to see something else was responsible for Riker's fear. "Please!" cried Riker,"I don't want to die!" Paris grimaced in disgust and swaggered over to Riker,"You make me sick....." he started, and then Riker had grabbed his wrist, twisting it around he drove Paris to his knees and caused him to drop the gun. "Pathetic," growled Riker and kicked Paris in the face, knocking the bounty hunter out. "O'Brien," he yelled, tapping the comm badge fashioned in the shape of an eye,"Get in here right now!" A few minutes later O'Brien came through the door, he stared in shock at Paris, who was being pulled away by a couple of Black Guard Agents. "Who's that?" "Tom Paris, you know him?" "I heard of the name," replied O'Brien, racking over the huge amount of information he had in his mind,"He's a bounty hunter, pretty good, used to be a hotshot pilot for Starfleet, joined the Marqui, betrayed them and ended up in the New Zealand Penal Colony - lucky bastard - got offered an out by one Captain Janeway, refused for some reason and was released about a year later, he bummed around in Europe for awhile and then started up business as a bounty hunter, so far he has a 98% success rate." If Riker hadn't of known that O'Brien was just a computer sprite invented by a computer program he would have been impressed, as it was he just grunted. "Well he missed me," he finally said,"What does that make his success rate" "95%," said O'Brien, ignoring the fact it was a rhetorical question,"So what do you want me for?" "No bounty hunter, no matter how good, could get past all our Security so easy, he was helped, possibly by the same person whose been leaking information to Starfleet." "And you still suspect me? Is that it?" asked O'Brien angrily. "No, you, Data and McCoy are the only ones I really trust, and I want you to find out who this leak is, and fast." "I've been trying," said O'Brien,"But whoever he is, he covers his tracks well." "How often have you told me?" laughed Riker,"You're the best!" O'Brien grinned and saluted, then walked out of the door. Riker sat down and shook his head, he didn't care if this dictatorship survived or not, in fact it would give him a great deal of pleasure to see it destroyed, but not until he and Data could get to DS9 without worrying about the information being leaked and having to fight their way through a fleet of ships. --- "DABO!" cried Picard and Quark winced. The man had shown up and consistently won at the Dabo table for over an hour now. He had long, white hair but was bald on top, he had looked like a doddering old fool and Quark had gotten a Dabo girl to convince him to play, now he regretted ever seeing him. "That old fool is going to ruin us!" he cried to his brother. "But brother, he's only won a small portion of our profits for the past hour, I hardly think..." "Would you like another pay cut?" muttered Quark and his brother - who was smarter than he looked - shut up. "Well done!" cried Quark, stepping forward and shaking the old man's quivering hands,"You've just won the special prize!" "Special prize?" asked Picard, keeping up the pretence that he was an old fool on a lucky streak. "Yes," laughed Quark,"Holosuite privileges for an hour, free of charge, at the time of your choosing!" The old man looked unconvinced, but Quark had seen how he looked at the Dabo girls and he leaned forward and whispered conspiratolly,"Plus your choice of....uh.....'special' holoprograms." The old man's eyes widened and he whispered into Quarks large ear,"Um....by special, do you mean....'special' or just special?" Quark laughed,"I mean 'special' you lucky dog!" Picard laughed out loud and shook Quarks hand. - He stepped through the door and groaned with relief as he pulled the wig off and ripped away the prosthetic face. "It worked, I can have the holosuite for an hour whenever I want." Valdez nodded as she typed in some commands on the console in front of her,"Did you see Moriaty?" "No, but I didn't want to look conspicuous, we both know how good Constable Odo is in our Universe, I didn't want to take the chance here." Valdez frowned at the mention of Odo's name and Picard sighed. "I knew it, you've put a tail on him haven't you?" said Picard, Valdez's face shot up and she stared at him with anger. "I'll ask you not to repeat that." "You consider him a Security risk, because he's part of the race that founded the Dominion?" "We can't just leave him alone and hope for the best, his race doesn't exactly have a good track record with us." "That's a racist comment if ever I heard one, Odo was brought up by Cardassians, but that didn't stop them from distrusting him, he worked on the Station as Chief of Security for years and still hardly anyone trusts him, simply because a race he never knew doesn't like us." Valdez was about to say something when he overode her. "I'm not done, I can relate to Odo because I'm considered a Security Risk too, aren't I?" She just stared at him, unable to respond, he nodded sadly. "Ever since I was temporarily assimilated by the Borg I've been Security Flagged, even though I saved Earth from them on two separate occasions." Valdez was getting angry again. "We don't live in a perfect Universe," she cried,"We flag people for a reason you know, because they are risks!" Before Picard could reply the doorbell went off, he grabbed the prosthetic face and pushed it back into place, then slipped the wig back on. "Come," he said in his quavering old mans voice. The door opened and a man stepped through the door, he held a small cane and wore an old trenchcoat, there was an unmistakable air of dignity about him. "Hello Picard," said Moriaty,"Do take of that ridiculous disguise why don't you, oh and then get us a cup of tea, Earl Grey will do." --- O'Brien walked purposefully down the corridors, behind him came almost twenty of the Black Guard, four of whom carried a struggling figure over their shoulders. "Let me go!" screamed the man, but the agents ignored him,"I haven't done anything!" They made their way to Riker's Office, Kincaid stood outside, his arms crossed over his chest, glaring down at O'Brien. The two men didn't like each other, especially since O'Brien had nearly killed his friend - the Klingon Korad - in unarmed combat. "Make way," growled O'Brien. "Boss doesn't want to see anyone...." "We have the traitor here," replied O'Brien. Kincaid hesitated, then showed his eye to the scanner. Before anyone could see Riker they had to be cleared by Kincaid, there was no way through the door unless he let them. As the door opened, Kincaid opened his mouth and started to say,"You should know that Riker isn't......" but before he could finish O'Brien fired his disrupter, killing Kincaid. He rushed through the door, followed by the Black Guard Agents loyal to him, they dropped the so-called 'traitor' who scrambled to his feet and ran away. O'Brien rushed through the door and saw Riker's unmistakable face, as he opened his mouth to ask what this was all about, O'Brien's disrupter fired and most of Riker's upper body was disintegrated. "Now," said O'Brien with a laugh,"I'm in charge." --- Above the planet where Will Riker had based his dictatorship, a small transport ship traveling on a routine supply trip to Berellium 3 powered up to Warp and disappeared in a flash of white light. Seconds later white light flashed all over the area as ship after ship came out of Warp, a giant Fleet of Romulan Warbirds appeared, coming out of Warp. The defense satellites around the planet should have fired, but for some reason they did not, and the Romulans fired on the city below - that should have been cloaked as always, but was not - with their disrupters at full force, destroying shipyards, barracks, power stations and hospitals, somehow knowing the locations of the most important places. Riker's formidable fleet was destroyed in a matter of seconds, without even firing a shot back. --- The transport beams faded and several Romulans stood facing the traitor to Riker's dictatorship. "Well Gentlemen," said Kira, standing over O'Brien's unconscious body,"Did I do good?" The Romulan's leader - I'Palta - laughed,"You shut down the cloaking field and the Defense Satellites, you did very well indeed!" he stepped forward, gripped Kira by the back of the head and pulled her forward, kissing her passionately. "You are so ugly," he said with a laugh as he pulled away. "Then get me back to a the ship and I'll get rid of these surgically altered features," laughed Kira,"Then we can get down to torturing this fool!" she kicked O'Brien,"He thought that just because we were having sex I was his, he was so easy to control!" Kira - who was actually a surgically altered Romulan named K'Nalt - stepped around the Office, she gasped as she saw Riker's remains. "What is it?" asked I'Palta. "It's not Riker," she said, I'Palta's eyes widened and he looked over the desk. "What do you mean, I've seen the files, that's Riker!" "No," replied K'Nalt,"Well....I mean, it is Riker, but not Will Riker," she spat on O'Brien,"This idiot has just killed Tom Riker!" --- The transport continued at Warp towards Berellium 3, on board the ship Data and Riker were chatting. "Incredible," said Data,"I can see why your Dictatorship was never discovered, you were based on a city cloaked by a field on a planet in the Neutral Zone!" he laughed, his emotion chip had been reactivated once they had left the planet. "Right," laughed Riker, he looked up at the helm,"Once we're beyond that last Neutral Zone beacon I'll deactivate the sensor scramblers and we'll change course to DS9." As the transport passed the beacon Riker typed in the commands, dropping to impulse he began making the course changes when he heard a cough behind him. He whirled around as Data grabbed for a phaser. "Not so fast!" laughed McCoy, stepping out from behind an empty carton. "What are you doing here?" growled Riker. "I know, I know," laughed McCoy,"Thought you could escape without me, eh?" "Escape, we're on a mission..." "Don't lie to me," said McCoy,"A mission never takes precedence over your brother, I knew it was going to be bad when you tried to escape without warning him." "What?" "Whatever happened," replied McCoy,"I checked this transport and saw that the cartons weighed a lot less than they should, I realized it was a front to get out and I stowed away." "Comman.....uhhhh, Boss," said Data, deactivating his emotion chip,"I've used long range scanners into the neutral zone and located nearly 160 Romulan Warbirds, all surrounding your planet." "160!" cried McCoy,"I knew you were wanted kid, but not that wanted!" Riker dropped into the pilots seat, his muscles going loose in shock. He couldn't believe it, even though it was nothing more than a computer program, he found it impossible to believe that what had been an Empire five minutes ago was now gone. "Sir," said Data, looking over the sensors,"Sensors show a ship 90'000 kilometres away, approaching at impulse." Riker looked up as the ship approached,"Take evasive action Mr. Data," said Riker,"We don't have time to chat with...." "Sir, they have locked on phasers, if we attempt to take evasive action it is possible one phaser blast will destroy us." Riker watched as the ship took shape, it was a lot larger than the small transport, and very familiar. "Is that...?" "Yes sir, and they're hailing us," replied Data before Riker could finish the question. A face appeared on screen. "William Riker? This is Captain Katherine Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager, I am ordering you to surrender or we shall fire upon you." --- When the lights went out No'Kase didn't panic, he simply said. "Ahhh, adds ambience doesn't it." "Can it Cardassian," muttered Worf,"You already have our money." No'Kase laughed quietly, then muttered something under his breath. Beverly happened to be looking out a window when she saw the green bolt of energy come down in the distance. "Hasn't this power-cut shut of your games?" Deanna asked. "No," replied No'Kase,"The games run of a different circuit." "Umm," started Beverly,"Did anyone else see that?" "See what?" asked Worf. "What looked suspiciously like a Romulan Disruptor Blast coming down on that city over there." "Oh dear," said No'Kase,"This may be a problem then." --- Riker, Data and McCoy stared at the phasers in their faces. "That isn't necessary," said Data,"We agreed to come along quietly." "I'm sorry," said Janeway with a smile,"We tend to not take the word of mad dictators and crazy old men at face value." "Hear that," growled McCoy,"They called you an old man Data!" "Enough of your crazy old man act," said Janeway,"You're wanted too McCoy." "Under what charges," spluttered McCoy. "Aiding and abetting a known felon is just one of many," said Janeway,"Now if you don't mind, please go along with Security Chief Magor here, he'll take you to a lovely little holding cell in the Brig." The large man next to Janeway grinned and leveled his phaser at them,"This way gentlemen." He led them down a long corridor. "Options Commander?" asked Data under his breath. "Sit still for now," replied Riker,"We'll see what happens, if I know this area right the Voyager will probably unload us at DS9, where we'll wait upon the leisure of Starfleet Security." Data smiled slightly, taking care not to let anyone notice,"Understood, sir." - Voyager sped along at Warp 5 on a direct heading for DS9. "Captain," said Ensign Kim, a hint of unease in his voice, Janeway looked up at the young Asian American, he was still a little green, despite having shared several adventures on the ship and showing exceptional talent. "What is it Mr Kim?" she asked him with a warm smile. "Sir, long range sensors are picking up two ships engaged in a firefight..." he looked up nervously,"I recognize one of the energy signatures." She didn't disbelieve him, Harry showed remarkable aptitude for Science,"Very well Mr Kim, what ship is it." "The Marqui vessel commanded by Captain Chakotay," he responded, seeing her eyes widen,"The other ship is registered as a Freighter." "Call in another ship," she said,"Our prisoners are too valuable to risk." "We are the only ship within range Captain," Harry responded,"The Freighters shields are buckling." Janeway didn't hesitate a second, her motives not entirely based on Procedure, but a desire for closure, she had clashed with Chakotay unsatisfactorily several times,"Very well Mr Kim, send the co-ordinates to Helm," as he complied she turned to the helmsman,"Set course, Warp 5." - Voyager shot sleekly through space, traveling at five times the speed of light towards the battle between the Marqui ship and the Freighter. "Lock phasers on their main engines," Janeway said,"Fire as soon as we're in range, we won't cut through their Shields...." she smiled,"Not yet at least.. but we will get their attention." Voyager came out of Warp, phasers instantly firing on the Marqui ship, causing the Shields to glow a bright blue as pressure was put upon them. "We've damaged the Shields, they're compensating by draining power from non-essential systems," reported Harry,"Captain, they are hailing us." "Open a channel," replied Janeway,"How is that Freighter?" "Moving at half-impulse on a heading directly to DS9." "Good, we can buy them some time at least." On the screen, the face of a man in his mid thirties appeared, a strange tattoo over one . "Captain Janeway, surely you have better things to do than waste your time on a little skirmish like this?" "Captain Chakotay, I am ordering you to surrender, if you choose not to do so we shall fire upon you." He laughed, a hard and bitter sound,"Captain, we've gone through this before, we'll escape just like last time." "Chakotay," she replied, a little sadly,"Surely you realize that Voyager is faster, stronger and more advanced, you can't hope to escape." "We've clashed three times before and escaped three times before, and we've learned some things, don't make us hurt you." "Mr Kim," said Janeway, signaling for the transmission to be broken off,"Fire on them at will." "Captain!" cried Harry before he could respond to her order,"Our Shields are dropping!" "What!" cried Janeway, and then the ship was rocked as phaser fire blasted the ship. "We're hit!" roared Harry,"Hull integrity on decks 15 to 17 at 25%" "Fire!" she yelled. "We can't!" he roared,"Don't ask me how, all consoles but internal sensors are dead!" As Janeway prepared to respond she heard the tell-tale hum of a transport beam, she twisted around and stared in shock as the majority of her Crew were suddenly beamed of the ship. "Harry!" she cried,"What's happening?" Harry looked over the sensors,"Sensors indicate that the entire crew but you and I have been beamed of the ship, registering a large amount of teleport beams originating from Marqui ship. "Dammit!" she cried,"Why were you and me left behind?" Harry grinned and lifted his phaser, pointing it directly at the startled Captain of Voyager. "Because," he said with the same grin on his face,"You're the victim of a good old fashioned double-cross." - Riker, Data and McCoy had watched in shock as Magor was teleported away, they were protected by the Holding Cells Forcefield. "What the hell is going on," grumbled McCoy. "At this point," replied Data deadpan,"I couldn't even give you a prediction." The doors to the Brig opened and Janeway walked in, it only took them a second to register that she was in manacles. Behind her walked Ensign Harry Kim, a female half-breed and three very large men. The woman was beautiful, her features both Human and Klingon, she grinned at the three in the Holding Cells. "So you weren't lying then, Mr Harry Kim?" she laughed as she and Harry directed the fuming Janeway into the spare cell. "Would I lie to you, Miss Belanna Torres?" replied Harry with a sheepish grin, he turned and looked at the hulking Security Men,"Take these three up to the Bridge, Captain Chakotay would like to see them." The men released Riker, Data and McCoy and led them away, Belanna sauntered towards Janeway's cell, knowing that Harry's eyes were crawling all over her body, especially her ass as the cheeks rubbed against each other in her tight leather pants. "Poor Captain Janeway," laughed Belanna,"Look at you, all alone with no Crew and no ship," she looked around with a sly grin on her face,"You know that we didn't beam your crew to our ship, just into space!" Janeway's eyes widened in shock and horror at the thought, nearly 150 men and women, dead! It was impossible! Wasn't it? Harry smiled as Belanna turned and wrapped her arms around his neck,"Harry here dropped your Shields, shut down your phasers, and he was the one who beamed your crew into space!" Harry didn't even look up to see Janeway's horrified reaction, his eyes simply stared in Torres' in total adulation. "Would you like to know why your loyal crew mate who had so much 'potential' did what he did," she said with a smug little smile, turning and looking across at Janeway, who was staring back with impotent anger,"This is why," laughed the Half-Klingon and reached down, gripping Harry's groin. "Belanna!" cried Harry as one strong yet gentle hand gripped his crotch,"Come on, we should be getting back to the Bridge." Belanna Torres just laughed as she felt him growing hard beneath her hand,"These uniforms are so tight, what do you do if you get an erection?" Harry gulped, Belanna drove him crazy, he couldn't get enough of her, but he knew the risks inherent in this mission - they had just hijacked one of the newest and most advanced Federation Starships, if they weren't careful now they could all die. Patience," she said, pulling her trousers off, she was wearing small, black thong panties,"Come on," she laughed,"You know what I want." She lay down on her back - her toes resting mere inches from the Forcefield that held Janeway in - and spread her legs, he ripped his tight uniform pants of and crouched down over her on all fours. Reaching down with his mouth he gripped her panties and tore them loose with his teeth, she gave a squeal of delight as he revealed her closely shaven pussy. "Come on Harry, use that tongue," she laughed, gripping her breasts in her hands, massaging them. She arched her back up, pushing her crotch towards Harry, who pressed his face into her tight, hot pussy and slid his tongue up and down her dripping gash. Belanna lifted her face and stared over her breasts down to Harry's face, seeing his tongue slide into her pussy drove her crazy, his tongue felt so good pressing as deeply as possible into her hot vaginal passage Harry loved the taste of Torre's twat (yeah, yeah, sue me - it's alliteration) and he licked and sucked hungrily between her cuntlips and her erect clit, moving his mouth between tongue fucking her cunt and sucking on her clit. He had learnt a couple of new tricks since he had seen her last, reading up on all the books on sex he could find (The work of Harold Robbins had been most instructive) and he began running the tip of his tongue from her clit, down over her cuntlips and between her asscheeks, coming to an end at the base of the ground he ran his tongue as far back as he could towards her asshole, then brought it back up her slit and pushed it as deep into her hot, juicy snatch as far as he could. Belanna moaned in pleasure and grabbed the back of his head, humping her cunt up into his more than willing face. "That's it Harry!" cried Belanna,"Shit! You use your tongue better than most men use their fucking cocks! You hear that Janeway? You fucking dumb bitch! All this time Harry could have been fucking you with his tongue, instead he just FUCKED YOU!" she cackled wildly, secure in the knowledge that Janeway could do nothing. Harry just grinned into his lovers snatch, responding by spreading his mouth over her pussy, straightening his tongue and shoving it as far up her dripping, juicy cunt as he could. His cheeks sucked in and he bought in as much of her juices as he could. Harry's hands gripped her waist and ground his face into her snatch, his nose rubbing against her clitoris while he tongue fucked the hot half-Klingon, who was panting heavily and shaking as she approached orgasm. She whimpered in delight, showing her human heritage over her Klingon - a Klingon never showed they were aroused until they could no longer hold back. Harry was now pulling his tongue out of her cunt, darting it up over her clit and then sliding it back past her pussylips and as deep into her as he could. "FUCK ME!" she cried,"USE THAT HOT FUCKING TONGUE OF YOURS AND FUCK ME!" she began sliding her ass up and down and side to side, causing his face to rub against her pussy, her juiced up clit hard as a rock now as she prepared to cum. Harry continued driving his tongue into her hot fuckhole every chance he got, loving the taste of her in his mouth, he lifted his head up, despite her strong hands attempt to hold him down. Giving an animal cry of ecstasy he plunged his face deep into her lap again and she cried out pleasure. "I'm fucking CUMMING!" she screamed and suddenly juices were flooding out of her pussy, puddling up around her asscheeks as he sucked as much into his mouth as he could, a vain attempt to suck up all her cuntjuice. After a few minutes of bucking and moaning, she finally calmed down and collapsed back to the ground, her every muscle no more than a quivering lump of flesh. He crawled up her body and grinned at her with his mouth closed, she grinned back and he moved his head forward, kissing her. As she responded, her mouth opening to take his tongue in, he opened his and released her juices into her mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise and she swallowed half her own cum before coughing the rest out. She looked angry for a second, then began to laugh. "Oh you dirty son of a bitch, you've learned a few new tricks haven't you!" He rolled off of her and lay on his back, laughing at the mixed look of anger, hatred, confusion (and was that a little lust?) on Janeways face. Belanna grinned as she now got onto all fours, her head resting above his long, slender cock. "I'll give you a treat Janeway," she laughed,"You can check out my ass while I fuck him!" she lowered her head down and took the head of his cock into her mouth, sliding her mouth up and down his cock just enough to lubricate his dick, which along with her recent orgasm made it easier to slide his cock into her hot snatch. She hunched her hips down as far as she could, grinding her pussy against his lap. Lowering herself forward as far as she could so that his cock was pressed against the front wall of her cunt, she began pumping up and down. "Ah...yes! Yes! Do me!" he gasped as she slowly rode up and down on top of him,"I want your tits Belanna, don't tease!" She laughed, he loved her tits, he couldn't get enough of them and she knew it. She raised her pussy up off of him and lowered her tits down towards his mouth his eyes lit up when he saw her large, firm breasts, erect nipples dripping sweat and his cock gave a little jerk. She lowered herself down onto him once again, he reveled in the pleasure of entering her tight pussy. When his cock had pushed right up into her, she lowered her chest even more, her breasts dangling a few inches from his mouth. "You're so fucking tight," he moaned,"I just can't believe it, every time we fuck is like the first time!" She began sliding her ass up and down in little humping motions, her cunt clasping his cock as it slid up and down. -------------------- End Of Chapter Four. -------------------- -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /