“Silver, do you need to talk about why you have trouble masturbating at home?”

“I’m here to listen.”

As a side note, it’s nice to know that some folks searching for erotic Star Trek stories have found us. Welcome Trekkies! Glad to know that Counselor Troi still holds appeal after all these years (did you know the pilot aired in 1987? At the risk of giving away too much, I was just exploring my sexuality at the tender age of 13 when I was bombarded with the sight of her beautiful body every week! At any rate, back to our story…

I was dumbfounded at a glimpse of Deanna’s perfectly erect tits. I froze, suddenly finding myself with a bit of stage fright. Luckily E had no such problem. Her obsession with big tits payed off big time as she boldly approached Deanna, who was still shyly looking through her eyelashes. E grabbed her long curly black hair in her small but powerful hands and kissed her. Troi sighed and I enjoyed watching immensely, letting my inner voyeur get a taste before I joined in.

E buried her face in Troi’s soft breasts and beckoned me over. I stood behind her and buried my face in her hair, it smelled just like I had imagined, sweet but musky…it was a wonder anybody every got any work done on the USS Enterprise-D. The thought of Captain Picard, Warf and Commander Riker masturbating in their quarters made my clit tingle with such an intense need I could barely contain it. My lips caressed her neck and when I felt her yield, I couldn’t resist going in for a little nibble. She moaned loudly. E was doing her magic with her lips and tongue on Troi’s nipples and the ship’s counselor’s eyes were closed, her head rolled back into my shoulder.

I reached my arms around her and caressed E, who was totally lost in Deanna’s breasts. Her face was covered in an ecstatic smile. My hands moved down to Deanna’s ass and I rubbed across every flawless inch before squeezing it appreciatively. “Let’s get this constricting uniform off of you,” I murmured and she groaned in agreement.

E and I pulled her off her chair and laid her gently on the floor. Together we peeled her skin tight outfit off, our hands eager to caress her soft skin. “God, you are so beautiful,” E said.

“Smart and strong, too,” I added, not wanting to diminish her to a sex object and ruin the moment.

She smiled and her eyes opened, “You’re both amazing,” she said, “I admire your ability to maintain an open relationship without jealousy.”

“Shhh,” I covered her succulent lips with mine and kissed her voraciously, letting my tongue explore.

When I pulled away from her mouth to bask in the beauty of your eyes, she said, “Use me as your sex slave, I want you to.”

E and I exchanged and kissed each other deeply. We knew that this tryst would bring us even closer. I ran my hands down Troi’s body until I positioned myself between her thighs. I breathed in deeply. Her pussy smelled even more sumptuous than her hair. It, too, was covered in thick black curls and reminded me of the scent of the ocean and honeysuckle. Touching her clit with my finger, I was glad to discover that it was erect and her pussy already beginning to get wet.

As I buried my face in her bush, E was already positioning herself over Troi’s face. I could scarcely believe this was happening but my pussy was throbbing from the excitement of watching it all unfold. My tongue touched Deanna’s clit and I heard her sigh even with her face buried in E’s pussy. I attempted to start slow but as her hips ground against me and the honey poured out of her I could not contain my enthusiasm. I assaulted her clit with my tongue. Both she and E were moaning loudly.

I slipped one finger inside her and enjoyed the warmth as her muscles squeezed hard. Thrusting gently while still working my tongue hard against her clit seemed to drive her insane. I could tell by E’s loud sighs and writhing body that she was about to come. I watched her with my eyes as I worked the spots that seemed to drive Troi wild. My clit throbbed mercilessly as I experienced both of them coming together in a heap of surging motion and squealing elation.

“So what seems to be the trouble between you?” Counselor Troi asked in her soothing and concerned yet unemotional way.

E and I glanced at each other, neither one of us wanted to speak first.  I had to suppress a smirk.  “You’re not taking this seriously at all are you?” E demanded.

“Well come on, we’re married poly amorous bisexual women, having fun and fancy free.  Why do we need to go to counseling anyway?”  I crossed my arms in front of my chest.  I tried to disengage from the both of them but when my gaze landed inadvertantly on Counselor Troi’s deep dark brown eyes, I was drawn in.  My cheeks flushed and I suddenly felt very embarrassed to be in a room with a telepath.  But of course she was, as always, completely unflappable.

“Just trust me on this,” E mumbled between her teeth.  I could barely hear her because my eyes had moved off of Troi’s face and down to her skin tight uniform.  How could anyone get any work done on this space ship with her walking around in that?!  Just the tiniest bit of cleavage was showing but the space age spandex fabric left nothing to the imagination, exposing the perfect curves of each of her voluptous breasts.

Troi looked a little lost for a moment, “Well I’m not quite sure how to begin.  Neither one of you have expressed any problems or things you want to work on in this relationship, yet here you are.”

“Hey, no time like the present for a little tune up right?” E said cheerfully.

“Oh, like the one you got at the garage yesterday?!” I said.

“No, Silver,” she was speaking through her teeth again, “That’s the wrong story, we’re in outer space, remember?”

“Oh, right, sorry, I forget where I am sometimes.  It’s easy to do on this blog.”

Troi intervened before the conversation got any more confusing, “So I’m sensing that in fact there is a bit of jealously between you, even though you proclaim to be poly amorous?”

“Jealous?  Me?  Naaah, I’m not jealous.  Now you’re going to try to talk me into some kind of bullshit monogamy and I won’t stand for it, you hear me?  See, I told  you this was a bad idea.”

The counselor sighed and looked at E for any helpful comments.  “Well, I love Silver but we could stand to spice things up a bit.”  I watched her and she was clearly staring at Troi’s ample hips.  E and I locked eyes and smiled sinisterly.  When we looked back at her, she was the one blushing.

“Come on Deanna,” I said in as sultry a voice as I could muster, “Don’t tell me you and Commander Riker never spiced things up?”

“Well, I, uh,” she stuttered.  I liked that she was finally getting a bit flustered.  E and I reached for each other and started kissing passionately.  My pussy got instantly wet knowing that this unbelivably gorgeous woman was watching us make out.  I expected to hear her protest but when I tore myself away from E, I noticed that Troi had pulled her uniform down to expose those oh, so perfect tits, nipples conspicuously erect.  I feared my heart would leap out of my chest.  (To be continued)

“E, I’m sensing conflict in you again.  What seems to be the trouble?”

“Well Counselor, I feel that I’m losing track of my identity.  See, I have my main online identity, which is inherently sexual in nature.  This identity is kept separate from my physical identity…you know, the one that the IRS can track down.  I recently had to create another online identity that was more sanitized for instructional purposes.  I didn’t want my students finding out that E was actually me.  It’s all getting very confusing!”

“I can see where that would be disconcerting.  You long for oneness and peace.”

“Yes, you are so right!  You know everything…I’m convinced of it!”

(laughs)  “No, my dear E…I don’t know everything.  For example, what is this IRS that you speak of?”

“Oh, they’re like the Borg!”

Silver told me yesterday about a dream that she had (I’ll let her elaborate), which reminded me of one of my latest dreams involving  various beauties.  Silver was fighting over me with a pack of sci-fi chicks…apparently my reputation for fisting had reached inter-galactic dimensions!  Being adept at martial arts, though, Silver was able to beat them all.  Funny thing was as she kicked each one, they turned into action figure size, making them far less threatening.  I woke up quite full of myself and wondering if it wasn’t a cosmic sign for me to go action figure shopping.  I found some lovely Troi action figures…probably would make a good birthday present for myself!

Here’s what Marina Sirtis looks like now!  Hot stuff!!!!  I’m thinking the boobs might be fake, but I’m not really in the mood to care.  Any other opinions on boob authenticity?