T-34's Rule and Boys Drool! Pt. 03

Through all of Ensign Max Conley's research on the Borg and their pursuit of perfection, he was always left with two lasting questions: What does perfection look like to a cybernetic culture made of thousands of species? And why don't they realize it looks like 7 of 9? Granted, the latter question never entered the stellar cartographer's mind until Seven became a crewmember here on Voyager, but after long days and nights studying star charts together, her idyllic beauty made the question impossible to ignore. "Ensign?" Seven asked. "Hmm?" Conley said, taking a second to realize the time spent in his head and made him miss a significant portion of their conversation. "You appear to be deep in thought. Has your analysis found any potential subspace pathways?" The ensign turned to Seven, who, in turn, had pivoted to face him from her position at the primary control situated in front of the virtual screen of her lab. Her right eyebrow cocked, an

Your Turn *** He pulled her towards himself and kissed her gently on her lips. She moaned, smiled, looked up and whispered, "Your turn..." Kay leaned into him for another kiss. Her coat open, bra still pulled down and her beautiful, warm breasts pressed up against Will's sweater. He could feel her warmth as her heart beat against his. Her tongue pressed deep into his mouth and began probing... searching for his tongue. They intertwined in a heated kiss for what seemed like an eternity. Will suddenly felt her hand on his slacks, tracing the outline of his hard dick. A dark damp spot had appeared through his slacks reflecting the heat he had felt moments earlier as Kay had climaxed in an explosion of warm wetness. The aroma of her juices filled the Audi and intoxicated him. Kay's fingers stroked the slippery damp spot and flicked over the bulge of his hard member. He jumped... She moved her hand up and undid his slacks... slowly lowering the zipper. Will moaned softly

The trickster was walking along one of the side roads of Hilbury. Malcolm kept a close eye on him from half a block away. He couldn't be sure if the man was the monster he was hunting, not yet at least. The stranger had been acting strange though. Malcolm had seen the man pick the pocket of someone without being noticed, but he could just be a thief; he had to be sure before he made a move to grab him. Malcolm had given Casey, his daughter, a call on her phone, but she hadn't picked up. He wasn't sure if he was happy or not about that. It would be nice to have the backup, but if she wasn't here, that meant she wasn't in danger. Compared to most monster hunts he had been on, this one wasn't very risky. He didn't try again though, she'd be upset about not being involved, but at least she would be safe. The man Malcolm had been tailing walked by a woman and very obviously reached into her purse and took out her wallet. It was clear as day, but the woman d

Lockdown (Stay at Home order) has been hard on me. For four months, starting March, I have had a case of blue balls. Sure, I have been jerking off a lot to my girlfriend's nudes and her tease-y chats, but I hadn't felt a wet pussy or a pliable pair of lips around my dick, for four fucking months. For the past three weeks or so, I have started going to work. Work and no sex -- that is how hell would be like. Last Sunday, my phone buzzed. It was 4 PM, my girlfriend usually naps during that time, but it was a message from a friend-colleague, Nisha. Hey, what's up, she had DM-ed. It was an inane message, except that she doesn't text me often. Nisha has been married for the last two years. Her husband has a factory of some sort in the suburbs. For most of the Lockdown, she had been stuck in the city, with her husband in the suburbs, waiting furtively for his factory to open. Now, the factory had opened, but they don't have any orders have coming up. So, he has scurried

I'm sat on the couch when you walk by in your leggings and t-shirt. I notice you don't have a bra on and I can see your nipples through your shirt. I don't know why they're hard, but they are. It sends my brain straight to sex. "Why are your nipples hard?" I ask. You involuntarily flush slightly, your hand coming up to feel your tit. "What? I don't know," you shrug. It comes out of left field, you didn't even realize I was watching you. I like seeing you touch your breast and feel your nipple through your shirt. It didn't take much but I'm horny now. "Take your shirt off. Come show me your tits." "Not now, babe. I'm busy," you reply, starting to walk off. I stand up quickly, grab your arm, and jerk you toward me. You lose your balance and fall into me as I pull you against me, your ass pressing against the hard-on growing in my shorts. I've still got your arm and I twist is slightly, making you bend over

51: Tuesday July 21, 16:00 hours CST: Ayana By 4 PM, the entire crew had been released after arriving back on Earth from their training week in low Earth orbit. They had each been individually pushed, poked, prodded, queried, lost, found, briefed, debriefed, lost again, examined, and tested. Khushi's pregnancy was confirmed to nobody's surprise. The Breeding Bitches, Charisse, Alexis, and Michaela, returned to Alexis's house. This would be home base for the Breeding Bitches until launch. Trigonometry, consisting of Colby, Anming, Colleen, Berte, and Aanya, took two cars over to Colby's house. This would be home base for Trigonometry until launch. Zach had stayed with the Breeding Bitches before launch. There was a clear expectation that he would sleep with Trigonometry from now on. It was unfortunate. Trigonometry put menthol on his nose to keep him from molesting them at night. In contrast, the Breeding Bitches were thrilled to be molested as often as Zach had it in