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Note: Mixed Bag is a compilation of stories by Rachael Ross and
contains a Foreword and 65 chapters. It is being posted to ASSM
largely in sequence. See MB00 for a table of contents. All stories
copyrighted 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
visit my website at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm and see my
blog http://anarchyforbeginners.blogspot.com/ for additional
information. Thanks. -rr


Adults Only

Mixed Bag - Chapter Twenty Eight



Star Trek: Season Five Teaser

by High School Sweetheart


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Story Codes: F/M, Oral, SciFi, Fan Fiction, Star Trek (TOS)

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    Captain's Log Stardate 0513.08...Captain Spock reporting:
    The Enterprise is enroute to Brisbourne Colony to restock supplies
before proceeding to the Neutral Zone and the Klingon mining station
at Balzac. The critical need for dilithium has left us no other choice
if we are to repair the warp drive and continue the search for Captain
Kirk and Yeoman Rand. I've informed Starfleet of my intentions, but
with the loss of Starbase Twelve and its communication relay, our
subspace transmission will take nearly three weeks to reach Earth. I
have never before felt such a crushing weight of responsibility. I
wish Captain Kirk was here...


Episode 3: Chapter 01


    "Fuck! I wish the old captain was here," Crewman Poole frowned.
"He never made us do this stuff."

    "What stuff?" Crewman Nagel wondered, watching as his best friend
buttoned the tunic of his dress uniform. "What are you wearing that
for?"

    "Twelve o'clock reports," Poole said, rolling his eyes.

    "What? Since when?" Nagel asked.

    "Since ol' pointy ears took over," Poole said. "He wants them
delivered to the wardroom."

    "Oh, that sucks!" Nagel said. "Kirk got pissed off if someone
tried to give him paperwork crap like that."

    "I know," Poole agreed. "But Spock gets pissed off if you don't!"

    "Oh man! I gotta check the watchbill now," Nagel frowned. "I hope
I ain't got it this month. My uniform looks like shit."

    "You better check, dude," Poole nodded. "He'll write you up. Use
that Vulcan Mind-Melt thing on ya."

    "Yeah right," Nagel laughed nervously. "He looks in my brain and
he'll go blind."

    Twelve o'clock reports are an old naval tradition from the days of
sail, when departments made reports to the captain every morning on
the status of the ship and crew. Kirk had never cared much for
paperwork and so he'd let the officer of the deck handle the matter as
routine and everyone was happy. The reports, now computerized of
course, were filed and acknowledged automatically and the traditional
eight bells were sounded by the computer at twelve noon like clockwork...
Which it was, actually.

    Spock, being the new captain however, had come to the logical
conclusion that the stressful situation required increased supervision
and military discipline. It was a martial philosophy straight out of
the Starfleet Officer's Handbook that a busy crew is a happy crew.
Spock also had to admit that he rather liked the old customs and
traditions of Earth, since his home planet of Vulcan had no oceans to
speak of and thus no history of naval service. He wasn't doing
anything radical, merely requiring the military protocol that was
common to every other ship in Starfleet. Of course not everyone in the
crew would see it that way and some would argue that the Enterprise
wasn't like every other ship in the fleet.

    "What's wrong with you?" Crewman Vale asked Poole. "You look
sick."

    "Huh? Oh," Poole swallowed hard, "I'm just a little nervous."

    They were just outside the wardroom, Vale leaning against the
bulkhead and drinking a soda while Poole shuffled computer printouts
and sweated in his dress blues. Under normal circumstances he would
have been paying a lot more attention to Vale, since she was only
barely eighteen, amazingly attractive, and certified by Dr. McCoy to
be a world class nymphomaniac. It was one of the reasons Kirk had made
her one of his messengers of the watch, which was another way of
saying Vale was a cabin boy...Or, cabin girl if you prefer.

    She wore her usual non-regulation uniform consisting of leather
short-shorts and matching go-go boots, both in hot pink, and a satin
demi-cup bra. That was pink today as well, like her lipstick and
fingernails, but sometimes Vale wore a black bra to match her thong.
It was rather up to her as Kirk liked surprises. But the old captain
was missing. Still, it was a pretty cool uniform, Vale thought, and
she was glad Captain Spock hadn't decided to change it to something
more traditional, like a red mini-dress or whatever. That would suck!

    "Nervous about what?" Vale asked, brushing some long hair out of
her eyes and tucking it behind her left ear. She was notoriously
blonde and her eyes were playfully blue, a combination which most men
found quite appealing. A lot of aliens too.

    "I have to give twelve o'clock reports," Poole said and he looked
up, since he'd been looking down mostly and worrying over the dust in
the welts of his shoes. There wasn't supposed to be any dust in space,
but somehow...

    "So?" The girl shrugged. "That's no biggie. You know how to do it,
right?"

    "Uh, sorta," Poole said, licking his lips as he caught sight of
Vale's cute little belly button. She was an outtie and it was pierced
with a golden Star Fleet emblem, since she had to wear one someplace.

    "Sorta?" Vale laughed and her taut tummy quivered just enough to
make Poole's cock twitch. "All the department heads are going to be in
there, you know. Half the division officers too."

    "They are?" Poole glanced at the closed doors.

    "Yep," Vale popped her P with wide eyes. "You don't wanna sorta
know anything before you go in there, believe me. Some of those
officers are real jerks."

    "I do," Poole said. "Believe you, I mean."

    "At least you're a guy."

    "What do you mean?"

    "Well, when I go in there, I gotta do stuff, you know? Like..." Vale
leaned close and whispered theatrically, "...sex stuff."

    "Y-You do?"

    "Oh yeah," the girl nodded seriously. "I don't think Spock's gay
though."

    "Good," Poole breathed.

    "But he's a Vulcan, so who knows?" she giggled. "You screw it up,
he might make you blow him or something."

    "W-What?" Poole gasped. "No way! You're fucking with me!"

    "I'm not allowed to fuck with enlisted men," Vale said matter of
factly. "Only the captain."

    "No, I mean..."

    "God!" Vale burst out laughing. "I know what you mean. Yeah, I'm
fucking with ya."

    "Hmph," Poole frowned.

    "You gotta calm down though, seriously," Vale said. "Your balls
are gonna explode if you don't relax. I've seen it happen."

    "They are not," the crewman said, but it did make him smile.

    "That's better. Look, tell me what you're gonna say. You know,
practice a little."

    "Oh, I dunno..." Poole felt himself suddenly shy. He wasn't a bad
looking young man and very close to Vale's age himself, but a girl
like her? Hot cabin girls like Vale didn't give transporter techs like
Poole the time of day usually, not unless there was something in it
for her.

    "Come on, don't be shy!" Vale grinned at the look on Poole's face.
She could read most men like books, comic books usually. They were
funny and cute maybe, but with very little substance. Good for ten
minutes of fun when there was nothing better to do.

    "I'm not shy," Poole protested weakly. Vale was making it hard for
him to think. Very hard. He shifted his stance awkwardly, holding the
paperwork over his obvious bulge like a shield.

    "Then tell me! Pretend I'm the captain and you give me your
report, okay?" Vale said, knowing exactly the effect she had on men
like Poole. On men period, for that matter. "If you do it right, I'll
give you something special."

    "Give me what?"

    "I'm not gonna tell you!" she laughed. "Trust me, if you do it
right I'll make you happy later, okay?"

    "How happy?" Poole asked, forgetting all about his nervousness as
he realized suddenly that the girl was actually flirting with him.

    "Really happy," Vale wiggled her eyebrows. "I promise!"

    "Um, okay...Let's see, um..."

    "No mistakes though!" Vale warned him. "Do it just like I'm Spock.
Go ahead now. Do it."

    "Uh..." Poole laughed nervously and closed his eyes for a second.
Even though it made him feel silly, and he was deathly afraid that
Vale was just messing with him, he came to attention and held a
reasonable salute. "...Good morning, uh, sir...The officer of the deck
sends his uh...ummm..."

    "Respects," Vale prompted gently.

    "...Yeah, shit. Let me start again, okay?" Poole gave her what he
hoped was a charming smile. "That was just practice."

    "Practice for the practice?" Vale stuck out her tongue, but she
knew she had the boy hooked. He wanted to be happy later, just like
anyone would.

    "Kay, uh...Good morning sir, the officer of the deck sends his
respects and wishes to announce the approach of the hour of twelve.
Uh..." Poole cleared his throat and lost his train of thought as he
caught a bit of pink nipple poking through the lace of Vale's bra, "...
shit."

    "Oh! You were almost there!" Vale pouted, her pretty pink lips
seeming to puff out even more than they did naturally.

    "I know," Poole sighed sadly, noting that both of the girl's
swollen nipples were now prominent. He wondered if she got off on
teasing him and decided she did. Why else would a girl like Vale join
Starfleet?

    "Try again." Vale glanced at the wardroom doors. "We have time.
Here, see if this helps..."

    "Wha-What are you doing?" Poole blinked as the gorgeous young
woman dropped to her knees in front of him.

    "Hey, if you can do it while someone's sucking your dick, you can
do it anytime, right?"

    "But I can't even do it when nobody's sucking my dick!" Poole
said, wondering why he was arguing with a blowjob.

    "Then this can't hurt, can it?" Vale grinned up at him as she
started undoing the buttons on Poole's trousers.

    "Oh shit!" he gasped, feeling warm soft fingers wrapping
themselves around his already hardening cock.

    "Ummm...Not very big, is it?" the girl said mostly to herself, but
it made Poole frown. "That's okay though, it's cute anyway."

    "I...I thought you couldn't...Uh! Fuck with an...Oh! Enlisted man?"
Poole breathed, watching as the blonde crewman shook the hair out of
her face and took his rigid member into her mouth.

    "Mmmphh?" Vale pulled her mouth away just long enough to answer.
"This isn't fucking, it's training! Now give me your report before
someone catches us."

    "Oh fuck!" Poole sighed and he almost dropped the computer
printouts he was holding. All he wanted to do was put his hands on her
head and fuck that girl's mouth for the next five years or so.

    "Mpphhh ummpph nmpphhh!" Vale warned him, shaking her head
slightly while her tongue seemed to wrap itself around the head of
Poole's aching prick. He wasn't nearly so large as Captain Kirk had
been, but who was? That was only a small disappointment though as Vale
had long since learned to appreciate the differences between men and
their unique endowments. It didn't hurt that she had a genuine
addiction to sperm either.

    "Oh ummm..." Poole had to close his eyes for real then and stand at
attention as well, since his asshole was clenched tight against his
impending orgasm. The girl had only just started sucking his dick and
within half a minute she had Poole ready to spill his balls down her
throat. That hardly seemed fair to the young crewman and he was trying
to hold back, looking for something to divert his attention and give
him just a few more precious seconds in the warmest, wettest,
friendliest mouth he'd ever met in his life.

    "Pmmphhh ummmph!" Vale urged him impatiently and Poole saluted.

    "Good morning sir, the officer of the deck sends his respects and
wishes to announce the approach of the hour of twelve. All
chronometers have been wound and compared," Poole said, his voice
rising in pitch as he struggled to get the words out before his cock
exploded in Vale's hungry mouth.
"Requestpermissiontostrikeeightbellsontime...Sir! Oh fuck!"

    "Bmmmph! Ulppphh! Mmmm..." Vale kept pumping the man with her
talented mouth, milking Poole's shooting cock between her tightly
stretched lips while she swallowed the boy's copious load easily. It
was sweet and not too salty and the girl had just a tiny little orgasm
deep between her thighs as Poole's warm semen filled her tummy.

    "Oh God! Jesus! I love you!" Poole was shaking, his balls feeling
like they were being pulled up into his throat with every contraction
of his aching cock. He watched her while he came, just as Vale watched
him. She liked seeing the look on a man's face when was cumming and
her pleasure at swallowing every last drop of Poole's sperm was
obvious.

    "Oh! That was pretty yummy, what did you have for breakfast?" Vale
asked a moment later, sitting back on her heels and licking her lips.
She reached down to give the crotch of shorts a brief caress, enjoying
the way her pussy trembled inside. Swallowing a fresh load always got
her off, but she was well practiced at hiding it Cumming on the bridge
was a serious no-no, even when Kirk had been in charge.

    "Will you marry me?" Poole gasped, standing there in his dress
uniform with his trousers undone and semi-hard cock dangling wetly.

    "Nope!" Vale giggled. "I said I'd make you happy, remember?"

    "Oh," Poole frowned at that, but only for a second. That blowjob
had been the best of his young life and he'd be smiling for a week
probably.

    "You're ready for anything now." Vale grinned at the boy and then
burped softly. "You ready to go in there and do it?"

    "But..."

    "Put your cock away first though," the girl said. "And if you get
stuck, just think of me! I'll be waiting for you."

    "Really?" Poole blinked at that.

    "Well yeah," Vale laughed at him. "This was just practice, silly!"



The end

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