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TEASER:
Dax is not one to find difficulty in dealing with erotic dreams - until
those dreams start to take over her life......

STAR TREK DEEP SPACE NINE 
 
BODY OF EVIDENCE
by Alan C. McD, copyright 1997. Please ask author's permission before
distributing this work. Comments appreciated at 18157818@msn.com.

"You should be certain, Jadzia", Doctor Julian Bashir pressed, "that you
want to go this route. Just getting rid of the dreams may not be the
answer. There could be good reasons why you're having them. Your
subconscious mind expressing thoughts that  your conscious mind won't, for
example. That's just one possibility."

Jadzia Dax sighed theatrically. "I'm not here for a lecture, Julian", she
insisted. "Can you do it, or can't you?"

Julian studied his lovely patient. As always, he was impressed by her lush
and rounded figure, her long slim legs, her sparkling eyes. When he'd first
come to Deep Space Nine, he'd thought about the possibility of having sex
with her almost constantly. Only recently had he cooled, because of her
relationship with Worf and the discovery of some distractions of his own. 
 
"Oh, I can give you as much uninterrupted sleep as you want", he assured.
"But while that might cure a symptom, I can't be certain it would address
the problem."

Jadzia was adamant. "Julian, I haven't slept for three nights", she said.
"From where I stand, curing the symptom will be fine."

"It won't be fine for me", Julian replied with a touch of irritation. "I'm
not prepared to obscure a potentially serious problem simply to allow you
to nod off from time to time. What if you're under some outside influence?
What if you're a threat to the station? I'm a doctor not a pharmacist,
Jadzia. If you want to diagnose yourself, then replicate your own
treatment. Otherwise, tell me exactly what's happening and let me decide
what to do about it." 

There was no denying, Julian realised, that Jadzia looked tired. Her eyes
were heavy, and she'd been irritable, even with Captain Sisko. He would be
failing in both duty and friendship if he didn't investigate closely.

His patient coloured slightly. "It's embarrassing, Julian", she said. "I
don't really want to talk about it."

"Jadzia, we've known one another a long time", Julian insisted. "Whatever
you tell me stays in sickbay. You know that. What are the dreams about?"

The Trill looked down at the desk. Her fists were clenched, accentuating
the pattern in her skin. "They... well..." She paused, considered, then
made the jump. "Well, I suppose you could only call them erotic."	Bashir
grinned. "Well, this sounds interesting", he declared enthusiastically.
"Now I really do want to know more."

Dax was used to Julian's inappropriate behaviour, and for the most part
found it amusing. Today, though, she simply wasn't in the mood. She pushed
her chair back. "I might have known that'd be your attitude", she told him.
"I come here with a genuine problem....."

Julian had already moved around the desk, was by her, his hand on her
shoulder. "Jadzia, I'm sorry", he insisted. "Sit down, please. I was
completely out of order. It won't happen again"

Reluctantly, Dax returned to her chair and Bashir, after a pause, returned
to his. "No more cracks", she warned. "I mean it, Julian."

Bashir put his hand on his heart. "No more cracks", he assured. "I'm here
to help, Jadzia. Truly."

Dax cast her eyes down, mortified at the disclosure she was about to make.
"I wake up nine or ten times a night, Julian", she told him, and there was
an unusual tremor in her voice. "Hot and... well, uncomfortable. Every
time, it's the same dream. It's getting to be unbearable. Particularly with
Worf being away. When I can't... well, you know.... And no, I'm not looking
for volunteers."

Bashir ignored the barb, instead raised an eyebrow. "A memory, perhaps?",
he suggested. "From a previous host? It's happened before."

Dax shook her head firmly. "No. Definitely no. The events occur here,
Julian. On Deep Space Nine. As far as I can tell, in the very recent past."

"How do you know that for certain?", Bashir asked. "Could it be the near
future? Can we rule out a temporal anomaly?" 

"The recent past", Dax said. "I'm certain of it. Announcements I recognise.
People talking about Quark's upcoming holoparty for Morn's birthday. Which
happened last week, as you know."

Julian was behind her again, using a medical tricorder. "And you are Jadzia
Dax in this dream?", he presumed.

"That's the odd thing", Dax said. "In a lot of ways, I seem to be. When I
look in a mirror, I see myself. But in other ways, I'm... well, someone
else. And things aren't quite right in other respects. For example... Odo's
in the dream, but he has no shapeshifting ability. Nerys is there too, but
she isn't pregnant. There was never a time when both of those things were
true simultaneously.""

"Do the other characters in your dream see you as Jadzia Dax?", Julian
wondered.

"Yes", Jadzia confirmed. "But it's a little more complicated than that. You
see, the people that I do... well, things with... I know them. And they're
people I'd never... well, never consider.... I mean, never... Never have in
the past.... Never will in the future...."

"So they definitely aren't people you're attracted to?", Julian pressed.
"This isn't a subconscious fantasy?"

"Absolutely not", Dax insisted. "Quark is there. Quark, of all people. And
you too, Julian."

Julian ignored the implied insult, mainly because his medical curiosity was
fully engaged. "I can't find any evidence of any telepathic activity", he
said, "but we'd be wise not to discard that possibility entirely. Jadzia,
I'm even more strongly of the view now that we shouldn't dismiss this
without some investigation. What I'd like to do is send you to sleep with a
mild sedative, and then carry out some observations. And a few tests."

Dax's eyes narrowed. "It's a bit drastic, Julian", she said. "I'm having
uncomfortable dreams, that's all."

"Recurring dreams", Bashir reminded. "Which may not be quite as harmless as
you seem to think

Dax surrendered with a groan. "I suppose I should lie down, then", she
said.

"Yes", Julian agreed. "That would be best."


The sedative worked quickly. Jadzia didn't try to stay awake, but was aware
that even if she had, she would not have succeeded. The lethargy which she
felt was all embracing.

Dizziness took her down. Julian's face became a blur.

And was replaced by the face of Benjamin Sisko, as luscious sensation
exploded in her back, buttocks and groin. 

She smiled, looked up into Benjamin's wild eyes, felt the lovely closeness
of him. And of course, she found nothing strange about her situation at
all.

She smiled, looked up into Benjamin's wild eyes, felt the lovely closeness
of him. And of course, she found nothing strange about her situation at
all.
	
He was kneeling, and her hips rested across his thighs. For a brief time he
teased her, moving the bulb of his emormous erection up and down the length
of her slit. The action was easy and natural, because she was fully
lubricated. She'd been that way, embarrassingly that way, since she and her
five guests had talked in Quark's bar.
	
The gentle contact was luscious, belying the strength that Benjamin's
appendage clearly possessed. Occasionally, he did use that strength to
exert a little pressure on her clitoris, sending sweet twinges of pleasure
through her stomach. If he continued the caresses, she realised, these
alone would bring her to climax.

Of course, he didn't continue. He was far too young and too impatient for
that. Eventually, he centred his weapon and, hands on her hips, pushed
forward in an attempt to haul her on to it.

Far too young? Benjamin Sisko?

And yet, this wasn't really Benjamin, was it? Not really. Because Jadzia
felt none of the complex emotions she would expect to feel if she had truly
been making love to her long standing friend.

The thought jarred with her, but she was too busy to find time to evaluate
it further. Benjamin or not, she wanted this man inside her.

The task he was attempting was not a simple one, because he was gifted with
an instrument that any man would have been proud of. When he'd removed his
clothing minutes before, the sheer bulk of the thing had startled her.

She had studied him carefully, covetously, as he stood before her proud but
sheepish. She had taken in his black, wiry hair, his deep and eager eyes,
liked his smooth skin and his ready smile, noted his strong chest, slim
hips and deeply muscled legs. Mostly, though, she had concentrated on...
well, on his prick, an ebony tower,  flattened in full erection against his
stomach, the glans bulging broadly across his navel.

In length, it was more than respectable, perhaps six and a half to seven
inches of rigid power, laced with blue where veins and capillaries lay just
beneath the skin. In circumference, it was immense, not far short of being
as thick as her wrist. It was prow tipped, and jaunty.

Leaving the Dax part of her aside, Jadzia herself had slept with perhaps a
dozen different men. None of them had been so well endowed. Few of them had
come close.

His testicles, though drawn up in excitement and slightly concealed by
hair, were impressive too. She recalled thinking, as she had beckoned him
towards her, that some young lady somewhere down the line was never going
to know just how lucky she was.

Young lady........?

Never mind. It wasn't important. Because for now, even if only for a few
minutes, she was going to be the lucky one.
	
Benjamin pushed and, despite her readiness, Jadzia's cunt didn't
immediately admit him. So he pushed a little harder, using his thumbs at
either side of the orifice in order to open it up a little.
	
The tactic worked. An inch of thick, stiff pole squeezed into Jadzia, her
opening stretching to quite unfamiliar limits. She felt her lips draw back
against her teeth, and she raised her hips slightly, labouring to help him.
She was uncomfortable, but she was desperate too. Her nerve ends were
already dancing.

"Come on, old man", he moaned. "Let me in. I know you want it."
	
"I'm trying, Benjamin", she panted back. "Believe me, I'm trying."
	
Slowly, working with him, Jadzia secured deeper penetration. First, she
spread her legs wider, which encouraged a little more of him inside her.
Benjamin, for his part, continued to use his thumbs, pressing upward now,
and this also helped.
	
The bed upon which Jadzia was lying and Benjamin was kneeling was, she
recognised, her own. She also realised that the position of coupling, her
hips supported on his thighs, allowed him as well as the others a clear
view of her surrendering flesh. 
	
Now he lifted her back slightly, improving the angle of address, and this,
finally, wonderfully, did the trick.
	
It was as though some invisible barrier had been breached. The monster,
free to do as Benjamin willed it, crushed into her, her cunt swallowing the
remaining three or four inches in one sudden gulp. She was impaled, winded.
His erection, inside her, felt huge, hot and rigid. She could feel it
pulsing with the pressure of blood, throbbing against her vaginal walls.
	
"Jadzia", Kira Nerys said, undisguised wonderment in her voice, "that must
really hurt." And the fact that the Major had spoken, and was obviously
watching closely enough to comment in that way, made Dax suddenly
embarrassed. She had momentarily forgotten that there were other people in
the room.
	
"No", she moaned in reply, one word being all that she could spare. She
didn't want to speak, and she didn't want to move. She just wanted to lie
still, to entirely experience the moment of union. For now, Nerys and the
rest of them could look after themselves. The only important things in the
world were her bulging pussy and Benjamin's demanding cock.
	
The sensation of strain between her legs, in her passage, was a lovely one.
She felt both filled and fulfilled. She felt, for the first time in a year,
like a real woman, a woman receiving pleasure, a woman giving pleasure to a
man.
	
Or rather, she reflected, like a woman giving pleasure to a boy. Because
that was what Benjamin was. Just nineteen years old. No more than a boy.
	
A year? What about Worf? 
	
And Benjamin, a boy of nineteen? This was crazy......
	
.....But she could live with it. Oh, yes...
	
.....She could live with it.
	
She studied Benjamin's face. His eyes were closed, and his teeth were
whitening his bottom lip. Clearly the preliminary sensations of penetration
were extreme for him, which didn't surprise Jadzia at all. Down there, she
knew, she was as moist as she had ever been, and his size would make her
feel extremely tight. She guessed that he was finding difficulty in
controlling himself, was struggling to hold back from spurting immediately.
Even though he'd claimed not to be a virgin, she allowed for the
possibility that he'd been boasting in front of his friends.
	
His distress was another reason for her to remain still. After all, they
both wanted him to last longer than a few seconds. If she did to Benjamin
any of the kinds of things that she did to Worf, instant transmission of
semen was the certain result. She took particular care not to move any
muscle in the general area of her groin. This was a loss for Benjamin, she
knew, because she prided herself on the twitches and squeezes which she
had, over lifetimes, trained herself to perform.   
	
The mutual immobility eased for just a moment a build up of sexual tension
within her which had seemed inexorable. She actually regained, briefly, the
presence of mind to glance at Benjamin's three friends with the intention
of establishing what effect his endeavours were having on them.

Their burning eyes and open mouths went some way towards confirming that
they were all just as inexperienced as Benjamin, and the bulges in their
pants showed that they would be ready to take their turns. Jadzia had
already decided that she would let them. 
	
Odo, long and gangly with a pleasant, angular face, was gaping directly at
the point where Benjamin's body and Jadzia's made connection. Blatantly, he
was massaging his groin, an abandon no doubt facilitated by  Benjamin's
unembarrassed ardour. To allow the others this freedom was precisely the
reason why she had chosen Benjamin, in his extrovert willingness, to go
first. 
	
Of course, the amount of Aldebaran whisky that Odo had consumed would, she
thought, also have cintributed substantially to the lowering of his
inhibitions.
	
Jadzia recalled that Odo had only recently become a "solid". She was
intrigued to learn just how solid he was. 
	
Quark, the second of the group, was a cocky little sod, but good looking
with it. Good looking for a Ferengi, at any rate. His gaze seemed to be
concentrating on her face, on her reaction to the intrusion of cock. When
he realised that she was returning his stare, he grinned impudently. 
	
She decided that when his turn came, she'd teach him some respect.
	
The third male observer was Julian Bashir, Nerys's boyfriend. Like Quark,
he was a looker, but his good looks were of the human variety..
	
Julian was standing with his arm around Nerys's shoulders, the hand
trailing very close to her right breast, but not quite touching it. This
was a sign of restraint, but the presence of Nerys did not appear to be
limiting his blunt interest in Jadzia. His prick was a rock, vertical along
the centre of his pants. His eyes were locked in the same direction as
Odo's, and he was breathing heavily.
	
As, Jadzia noted with surprise, was Nerys. The Bajoran girl's involvement
was absolute, and had led to her recent question.
	
Jadzia didn't know quite what she'd expected from Nerys. The girl's
insistence on being present had startled her. After all, Nerys was
definitely still a virgin. Jadzia knew this, because Nerys had confided it,
explaining that she was frightened of commitment, and Julian had on a
different occasion confirmed it, remarking upon long nights of frustration
trying to get his lady to change her mind.
	
Jadzia couldn't help but feel that as the heat in the young men built, that
virginity would become harder and harder for Nerys to cling on to. She'd
placed herself in a rather dangerous position. She would be sorely tempted,
and her morals would be comprehensively tested. 
	
Jadzia certainly didn't blame Julian for not giving up on Nerys, despite
her reticence with him. The Bajoran was a gorgeous creature, combining the
sultry heat of a girl on the brink of womanhood with the intensity of her
orthodox upbringing. It was a riveting mix, and was not even the whole sum
of her appeal. In addition, her body was slim and powerful, her legs sleek,
her buttocks full and shapely. A flat belly and small, round breasts which
stood perkily up to be counted made her one of the sexiest females Jadzia
had ever seen. 
	
Particularly now, for Nerys was wearing a short brown skirt which showed
off her legs, and a cream blouse tied at the neck. Beneath that blouse, her
nipples were very obviously big and hard, dark bloated circles. Every now
and then her hips made a brief grinding motion, as though she were dreaming
that she rather than Jadzia was welcoming Benjamin's cock. Her lips were
parted and occasionally, involuntarily, the tip of her tongue skated around
them. 
	
She was hot. There was no doubt about it. It seemed quite possible that she
would deprive Jadzia of Julian, take him away to a more private place,
offer him the privelege of deflowering her. Jadzia didn't doubt that the
girl's original intention had been that Julian would join in the game, but
her hungry eyes made it impossible to believe that she was not now
developing other notions.
	
Jadzia's attention had wandered, but now it was wrenched back to Benjamin,
who clearly had decided that he'd stored up enough control, because he
suddenly started to fuck her.
	
Restricted by the position he was in, he could only withdraw a couple of
inches, but even such a simple movement was enough to make Jadzia cry out.
The nerves in her lower back and stomach danced a jig, and her vagina
quivered rhythmically around its guest as it groaned apart to accept each
slow, inward stroke. 
	
She closed her eyes, and regretted it. Instantly her head went into a wild
spin.
	
The realisation struck her that, already, she was mere moments away from
climax. If Benjamin could restrain himself for just a few more pushes, he'd
have an out of control woman on his hands.........
	
It was marvellous, of course, to be in this position, but it was also
unexpected. That morning, as she'd prepared for work, the possibility that
she might enliven her afternoon with orgasm would, if she'd even considered
it, have seemed like some faraway dream.
	
Sex had become a subsidiary part of Jadzia's life recently. She'd been
separated from her husband Elmo for eighteen months, and hadn't welcomed a
lover for twelve. Part of the reason for that was that she didn't have the
resources to go out very often, or the time, having to work continuously to
support herself. 
	
She was only thirty years old, and her body was in pretty good condition.
She was confident that she could attract men if she wanted to. And
occasionally she did want to. But Quarks on the midday shift could hardly
be described as a promising pick-up joint.
	
That morning, she had dressed as usual in a simple black skirt and white
shirt with red trimmings, and at eleven in the morning station time had
started work. 
	
By twelve, the place had been buzzing, but none of the customers had been
worth a second glance. Most of them were male, but most of them were
married, just passing through or too alien for her tastes. She flirted with
them of course, dutifully, because Quark expected that.
	
Julian and Kira Nerys came in about one o'clock, Odo five minutes later,
Benjamin five minutes after that, accompanied by another Quark. 
	
Another Quark....?
	
She dismissed the odd memory, momentarily understanding that she was
involved in a dream, and that the memory was part of the dream.
	
And anything could happen in a dream....
	
Couldn't it.....?
	
Yet.......
	
....It seemed so real....
	
And then, suddenly, it was real again, and the existence of two Quarks
seemed a perfectly natural thing.
	
She remembered that as usual the group had taken up a corner table, and
that she hadn't paid much heed to them. They were nice young people, but
the males were far too young for her.
	
Benjamin had first come to the bar at about half past two, and was his
usual crude self. "Afternoon, old man", he had called and, noting that she
was pulling an order of Bajoran beer had added, "I've got something better
for you to pull with that hand".
	
The size of Benjamin's equipment was well known, a bar myth. "Sorry", she'd
replied playfully. "I can't handle heavy weights".
	
"I'll help", he had countered, before leaning closer to confide, "You're
missing out on a treat. If I were female, and you were Curzon, we wouldn't
even be talking about it. We'd be doing it."
	
"A treat, is it?", Jadzia had bantered. "From what I've heard, if I let you
put that thing where you want to put it I'd need medical attention."
	
"You're too brave a girl to worry about things like that", he had proposed
with a leer. "So. Why don't I wait for your shift to finish and show you
what you're missing?"
	
Dax had giggled. "Okay", she'd pretended to agree. "But you'd be taking a
risk too. I'd be too much for the likes of you. You'd end up crippled for a
week".
	
Benjamin had laughed in mock disbelief and, the game played to an amusing
conclusion, had ordered his drinks and returned to his table. Ten minutes
later, Odo had arrived to pick up the ball and have a little run with it.
	
"Captain Sisko suggests", he had opened, "that I might help him in a little
endeavour which the two of you have settled upon. He believes that it would
be a perfect introduction for me to one of the better aspects of being a
solid."
	
Jadzia had grinned, shrugged. "Suits me", she had co-operated. "Let's make
it a party. Bring Quark and Julian too. Oh no, hang on, Julian's with
Nerys, isn't he? Well, never mind, I suppose she can watch. Or even join
in. Whatever suits her".	
	
"I'm not sure I'm in favour of Quark taking part", Odo had commented. "But
if it's that or nothing, I suppose I'll have to go along with it. So, this
is a commitment, then? I can communicate it to the others."
	
"You'll be off like a shot", Dax had taunted. "And so would the rest of
them."
	
Back at the table, the group had gone into a huddle. Jadzia had smiled and
had served another customer, confident that the joke still had mileage in
it.
	
At half past three, when she was preparing to finish for the afternoon, the
five had come to perch on stools by the bar, watching her wash glasses,
muttering audibly about what a terrible thing a broken promise was, in any
circumstances. Benjamin had been wearing his trademark grin.
	
"We'll see who's playing games and who isn't in ten minutes, won't we?",
she had teased them, to keep the pot boiling. "When I'm finished here".
	
Then Nerys had said, joining in for the first time, "Jadzia, did you mean
it when you said that I could come too?"
	
Jadzia had stopped work, turned. The tone of the question had surprised
her. "You know this is a joke, don't you, Nerys?", she had checked. "I
mean, this sort of thing happens all the time. Benjamin's incorrigible. And
Quark's almost as bad."
	
"I wouldn't mind if you were serious", Nerys had insisted fervently.
"What's holding you back? If it's me, I'm fine with it. And I'm fine with
Julian joining in too. Not all Bajorans take the high moral ground, you
know."
	
"I wouldn't mind Julian joining in either", Julian had piped up lewdly. "Go
on, Jadzia. Walk on the wild side".
	
Unbidden, Jadzia had felt a brief whirl of pleasure, so sudden that her
legs had almost given way. She had known even then that the ritual had
taken on a harder edge than usual, that real possibilities were lurking in
the shadows beyond the game play. Deliberately and dangerously, she had
abandoned her efforts to correct Nerys and instead had responded to Julian,
had returned quite consciously to teasing. There was an ill defined path
appearing in front of her, and she had wanted, even if she chose not to
walk it, to have some inclination of where it might have led. "It's not
just up to me, Julian", she had pointed out. "You all know where my
quarters are."
	
The young men had glanced at each other. Then, as though by telepathy, they
had lifted their glasses together, drained them. "Half an hour, then, old
man", Benjamin had promised, with an exaggerated wink. "Ready or not."
	
"I can't see it taking any longer than that", Jadzia had deliberately
misinterpreted.
	
Even then, she hadn't believed that the line between playfulness and real
possibility had truly been crossed. But it had.....
	
....And her impending climax was the proof of that. Benjamin was here, on
her bed, buried to the balls inside her, and the others were here too,
watching closely, waiting their turn. All of them, ready to find out
exactly how long it would take. Here, from there. A startlingly simple
journey.

	The tension built in her now, inexorably, on the steepest of curves. It
was good. Very good. Perhaps the best ever. All the while, her cunt ached
around Benjamin's swollen prick, particularly when that pushed gently into
her, tingling too as he substantially withdrew. Each thrust was a fresh and
total impalement. Two or three more of those thrusts would take her beyond
the point of no return, she knew. Just two or three more. Her lower body
was a fretwork of dancing nerves. 
	
Just two or three........
	
"Don't stop, Benjamin", she pleaded. "Please don't stop now".
	
"I won't", he promised. "I couldn't." He squeezed into her again, a deep,
firm push. Testicles settled, gentle and heavy, against her bottom, lifted
clear again.
	
And again......
	
......and again........
	
......and.......and.....   
	
The whirling concentrated, expanded, jacknifing into Jadzia's head, into
her neck, her shoulders and her back, forcing her to raise her buttocks
>from the bed. Then the pleasure swirled into those buttocks, down to her
thighs, to her knees, stretching her, owning her. She felt tears well in
her eyes.
	
"Benjamin", she screamed. "Oh, my stars......"
	
The storm centred, was slowly sucked towards her groin. She realised
vaguely that she was still shouting, encouraging Benjamin towards stardom
before his peers, but the shouts were not, in the main, recognisable words.

	
Her cunt was twitching wildly. She grasped his hips to pull him, and his
massive cock, into fuller contact, tried to restrict his movement with her
knees as she ground her lower body up against his. She tensed her belly,
enveloping him, bloated as she was, yet more tightly.
	
The sharpness of the sensations down there, all but unbearable already,
factored up again. She was loosely aware that she was holding her breath,
that her eyes were clenched shut. Nonetheless, the electricity generated by
her union with Benjamin Sisko remained visible as white flashes, exploding
behind her eyelids, numbing her brain.
	
Orgasm shattered, melting into resolution.
	
Her buttocks bounced on her lover's knees as she rode both him and the
waves of pleasure that he was generating. Her passage went into even more
violent contractions, and it seemed that it was only Benjamin's sheer bulk
which kept him inside her. She heard herself moaning, panting, vocalising
her exquisite release. 	Throughout the delightful experience, the feel of
big, satisfying cock remained a factor, the continuous sheathing of it a
joy beautiful beyond description.
	
And then, as her own sensations began to moderate, the inevitable happened.
Benjamin, tested to his limits, ejaculated hugely inside her.
	
Just before he did so, he ceased, momentarily, the relentless fucking, and
his grip on her hips became painful in its intensity. Jadzia opened her
eyes, studied his grimace of climax with some satisfaction.
	
He sighed, moaned. His balls, jammed against her buttocks, jerked, and his
massive organ gripped so tightly by her vaginal muscles throbbed. 
	
The vibration thrummed through her vaginal walls as the first gout of semen
was launched.
	
Hot thick semen splattered deep inside her to mix with her own voluminous
juices. The deposit was substantial  enough that she could sense its
weight.
	
Benjamin moaned again, a sound which preceded a second, equally hefty
discharge, sprayed into her private hall with palpable force and velocity.
	
Benjamin let his shoulders sag. His head fell forward. Now she could hear
only heavy breathing, both Benjamin's and that of the observers. 
	
She thought that she knew what those observers would be thinking now. They
would be thinking that the group had reached another point of decision.
They would be imprisoned between uncertainty and heat.
	
They would want to know if she would continue to keep a promise which they
all would believe she had made but which they certainly would feel unable
to enforce.
	
Twenty minutes beforehand, they had been standing at her door, at the time
no doubt with only the slightest hope that she'd permit anything at all to
happen.
	
She'd only been in her quarters about five minutes when the alert had
chimed, and she'd already put the discussion in the bar entirely out of her
mind as she relaxed by her viewing port. When she'd answered the door,
she'd been honestly surprised at the identity of her visitors.
	
In retrospect, she guessed that it was Nerys who had pushed the issue, who
had herded her friends along. In retrospect, it seemed obvious that the
girl had been seized by a fantasy which was strong enough to control her,
to steer her actions, to propel her into risks. 	Jadzia was unkind enough
to guess that the source of that fantasy might have been a desperation to
understand exactly what her abstinence with Julian was costing her.
	
Nerys had been the prominent figure in the corridor, the males arrayed in a
shuffling semi-circle behind her, all nervous, all self-consciously
laddish.
	
Before Jadzia had been able to get her bearings, Nerys had gone on the
attack. "You were right", she'd declared with a friendly smile. "We did
know where you lived".
	
Again, Jadzia had felt that involuntary frisson of lust, and instead of
sending the group packing, she'd again indulged the game, had pretended to
herself that she was treating the visit as a tease. "I haven't got the
sleeping area organised", she'd told them. "I just couldn't bear for you to
see it when it's such a mess. So sorry and all that."
	
"Take your time", Julian had pressed bravely. "We're happy to wait. We
could sit in the living area and drink some Cardassian coffee. While you
got everything ready."
	
The decision to deepen the peril had seemed to come from somewhere outside
her. But it was a firm decision. A defined step. "Well, I think I can
manage the coffee", she'd agreed, stepping back to admit them, "but only
the coffee".
	
Once inside, the young men had spread out across the available seating,
lolling in the way that cocky youths do. Odo, without asking permission,
had turned the computer console on, finding a spatial entertainment with
practiced ease. 
	
Nerys, more considerately, had followed Dax into the alcove where the
replicator was located.
	
"They are serious, Jadzia", she'd observed after a moment or two. "It might
not seem like it. But they are."
	
For the second time, Nerys's matter of fact delivery had taken Jadzia by
surprise. The Bajoran girl's brow had been furrowed, as though something of
incredible importance was at stake. 
	
"They're serious about sex", Jadzia had informed her. "Not about me. You'd
do just as well. And the fact that they might be serious is irrelevant. The
important thing is whether you or I are interested in any of them. Enough
to... well......"
	
"I'd only intended to watch", Nerys had answered, suddenly panicky. 
	
"Oh, just watch", Jadzia had taunted. "How brave of you, Nerys."
	
"I haven't any experience", the girl had argued. "I couldn't show them
anything."
	
"It's not that at all", Jadzia had insisted kindly. "You know very well
that they'd get exactly the same thing from you as they'd get from me.
That's if you'd do it. But the whole point is, you wouldn't. You wouldn't
dream of it."
	
Nerys had placed a soft hand on Dax's shoulder then, had forced the Trill
to look into her dark, urgent eyes. "You're right", she'd admitted. "I
wouldn't. Couldn't. I'd be too scared. I'm not ready. But you would,
Jadzia. If it could happen easily for you, you would. If things could be
taken out of your control. You would, because the thought excites you. I
know that. You know that. Deep down, you want to do it".
	
The last six words, whispered, had been targeted so accurately that they
had stung Jadzia into humiliated denial. Flushed and angry, she had
challenged, "Is that the sort of woman you think I am?"
	
Nerys's response had been most disconcerting. Showing instant concern,
she'd moved a hand to Jadzia's cheek. "You're a lovely woman", she had
advised, "but you're unhappy. You live alone. Sometimes, that must be hard.
Truly, there's nothing wrong with taking the opportunities that come your
way. Especially when they're risk free. I mean, if anything does happen
here, it won't be discussed outside this group. Ever. You can be certain of
it. Because the boys wouldn't admit that they'd shared a woman. And I
wouldn't admit that I'd shared Julian. Jadzia, all I'm suggesting is that
you indulge yourself for once. That you allow yourself to make one of your
fantasies real. Because you do have fantasies to mirror what could happen
here, don't you? Listen to your body. Let your body decide".
	
Jadzia had swallowed, drily. Her body had indeed become insistent that it
be heeded, and the words she'd just heard had increased the stridency of
the message. Her randiness had become a continuous sharp throb, warming her
belly. Her clitoris, she knew, was rock hard.
	
"It isn't that simple, Nerys", she'd argued with much less heat. "You're
not just suggesting that I indulge myself. You're asking me to fuck four
boys, all of whom are young enough to be my sons".
	
"You're ten years older than us", Nerys had responded, with a slight smile.
"Not thirty".
	
"Maybe", Jadzia had conceded. "Alright. But their actual age is more
important than the age difference. Boys, I called them. And that's just
what they are."
	
"Young men", Nerys had disagreed. "And all that young men want to do is
fuck and forget. They don't want tangles, or complications. Which is
convenient, because neither do you. So tell me. Who's the loser here? I
don't think there is one".
	
"You tell me something first, Nerys", Jadzia had required. "Tell me why
this is happening. I think I need to know that before I can judge losers
and winners".
	
Nerys had seemed mystified. "I've told you", she'd replied after a pause.
"If it happens, it'll only happen because you want it to".
	
At that point, the replicator had completed its work. "I think you're
deliberately avoiding the question", Jadzia had accused as she reached for
two of the cups. "What I want to know is what's in this for you. Why have
you arranged it?"
	
"Why haven't I objected, you mean?", Nerys had misinterpreted, clearly
determined to be obtuse. "Well, Julian isn't as important to me as you seem
to think. He isn't the one. If you know anything about my people, you
should know that we sometimes spend our whole lives searching for the one.
It's, in a sense, our reason for being. And it's frustrating. But then
again, until we succeed, anything goes, pretty much".
	
"You're still being evasive", Jadzia had pressed. "It's not just a case of
going along with it. You've pushed it. Without you, the others wouldn't be
here. And I want to know why. I want to know what you get out of this?"
	
Finally, Nerys had acknowledged the question. "I don't know", she had
answered, after considerable thought, and she'd seemed to Jadzia to be
telling the truth. "I'm not sure. A thrill, maybe. Yes, you're right,
Jadzia, I do want this thing to happen. I think I'm probably working on the
basis that I'll find out why if it does".
	
Jadzia had studied the girl for a moment, sympathetic but shocked, had
noted the tautness of the posture. "Look, this is crazy, Nerys", she had
told her after the pause, with forced finality. "I'm not going to do it."
	
"Yes you will", Nerys had replied. 
	
Her frankness had forced Jadzia to respond in kind. "There are a lot of
things I wish I could have, often on the spur of the moment", she had
admitted. "But I know a lot more than you do about how unpleasant regret
can be".
	
Again, Nerys had placed that hand on Jadzia's cheek. It had sent an
electric thrill coursing through her, and her legs, once again, had almost
buckled. "You wouldn't regret anything from today", she had assured. "I
just know that. But look, in the end, it's your choice." 
	
And with that lie, she had turned and left Jadzia alone in the alcove.
	
Now, Jadzia, as her latest lover lay above her, his cock still enormous and
pulsing within her, looked up at Nerys again, straining to see over
Benjamin's left shoulder. 
	
The first thing that the Trill noticed was that Julian's hand had drifted
even closer to the Bajoran girl's breast, but he clearly remained short of
the courage to caress her there. 
	
Nerys caught the look, smiled. The smile was wholly genuine. "Do you want
to stop?", she asked, and the question was genuine too. 
	
Her eyes, heavy and dark with passion, waited for the decision as though it
was in doubt, but for Jadzia, the decision was easy. Even had she wanted to
stop, she liked Nerys too much to disappoint her. 
	
But she didn't want to stop. She didn't ever want to stop. "Who's next?",
she whispered, speaking only to the girl.
	
The three males standing watch all looked in Nerys's direction, respecting
the choreographer. Jadzia waited also, while the Bajoran considered
options.
	
"Quark", she instructed finally, and a little harshly, apparently less
concerned about the Ferengi's choices than Jadzia's. "Get undressed.
Benjamin, up".
	
Obediently, Benjamin withdrew. Happily for Jadaia, he did so slowly, so
that her cunt, resisting the loss, could grasp at the slightly softening
penis as it slid clear, could grasp in fact with so much eagerness that it
momentarily trapped the bulbous glans. Her insides gurgled in evidence of
the involuntary contraction. 
	
As soon as the lovely cock was free of her, a viscous wave of fluid, a
cocktail of his juices and her own, followed, bubbling in escape. The
release trailed warmly down the cheeks of her bum, seeped into the crack,
moving quickly enough to trickle onto Benjamin's thighs before he could
lift her body to move clear of her.
	
Eager and empty, she watched Quark undress. Her legs remained wide apart,
her knees raised. She guessed that the Ferengi would never come to a woman
who was more ready for him.
	
She didn't have long to wait. Soon, utterly naked, Quark was walking
towards her, bringing with him a fully erect prick, one of the cutest she'd
ever seen. It was nothing like Benjamin's in scale, of course, but
aesthetically it was more pleasing. Where Benjamin's instrument had been
knobbly, Quark's was pink and smooth. Where Benjamin's testicles had been
monstrous, Quark's were small and firm. Where Benjamin's pubic hair had
been a wild forest, Quark's was wispy and sparse. Where Benjamin's glans
had been a fierce prow, Quark presented a friendly, chubby, almost
symmetrical head, a helmet whose deep central eye was already ooing fluid.

Jadzia sat up, having decided on impulse that this wasn't the sort of cock 
which was intended to get right down to business. It was built for sucking.

And missing the chance to do just that would be a real waste.
        
"Kneel down", she hissed at her new bedmate. "Let me lick it".
        
Quark didn't need any persuading. Jadzia hadn't expected that he would. "No

argument from me, Dax", he said, and knelt down on the edge of the bed.
        
She let her hand drift beneath his balls, weighing them, felt crinkled skin

tauten in response. Then she trailed her forefinger up the underside of the

erection, all the way to the frenulum, very slowly. Deep shuddering
consumed 
the Ferengi, and he closed his eyes, immediately opened them again in order
to 
watch. The gorgeous prick jerked and bucked.
        
Jadzia looked up at him, smiled, encouraging his unrestrained enjoyment.
Then 
she crooked her finger around the back of his member, brought it to the 
horizontal, and with the tip of her tongue licked up the precum, savouring
the 
gluey texture, the salty taste and the wild, responsive buck of the tube 
against her upper lip.
        
Finally, having teased him enough, she took the solidity of him deep into
her 
mouth, kept him there, worked her tongue firmly. His balls were heavy
against 
her chin. His bulb was urgent against the back of her throat.
        
Quark sighed, long and deep, and the cock bucked again. Worried that she
might 
gag, Jadzia let a couple of inches escape, and concentrated instead on a
slow, 
deliberate suction, working with tight, closed lips on the area immediately

above the glans, whilst whirling her tongue above and around that glans, 
across it, under it, along the sides of it.
        
The Ferengi cock tasted lovely, very sweet, and the firm skin was smooth
and 
soft. She liked the sensation of sucking him so much that she didn't want
to 
break away, even though her eventual aim was that he should come between
her 
legs rather than in her mouth. There was a risk that the attention she was 
giving him would take him over the edge, but she decided that it was a risk

worth taking. Whatever happened, happened.
        
Supported on her left elbow, she worked comfortably. Soon, his fingers 
entwined in her hair and his hips started to rotate. He was moaning, a low 
guttural sound, and his increasing stiffness was unmistakeable.
        
Wisdom demanded that she changed pace for a while. She moved away from
Quark's 
shaft, started to gently suck his balls. Occasionally she teased him by 
licking the underside of the thing, or delighted him by pressurising with
the 
tip of her tongue just beneath the glans.
        
Temptation soon returned her, though, to sucking the meat of him. She had
just 
gone back to this when, to her astonishment, she felt hips settle between
her 
open thighs, felt hands slide beneath her knees. Startled, she tried to
push 
Quark away, find out what was happening. 
        
Then she heard Nerys's voice, trying to reassure her. "It's okay. Don't
worry. 
It's Odo. It'll be fine."

Suddenly wildly excited, she adjusted position, lowering her shoulders
again 
to the bed. Her hands were already around Quark's slim arse, and lying back

brought him off balance, so that he had to move over her face, use his
hands 
to support himself. The connection, though, was hardly disturbed. She 
continued to fellate him with rhythm and commitment.
        
Odo settled across her belly and pubic bone, with his greater weight on the

left side. His hand came between her thighs to help him make the necessary 
adjustments, to get the right line.
        
In light of Jadzia's sloppiness following her encounter with Benjamin, the 
search did not prove a difficult exercise for the founder, and moments
later, 
a second, surprisingly substantial cock scythed home, separating her cunt 
flesh, the force of entry simultaneously winding her and thrilling her, 
forcing a wildness into her oral assault on Quark's erection.
        
Dax didn't try to dupe herself. There was simply no point in hiding the
truth. 

        
Which was that she was fulfilling another long cherished fantasy. The mere 
thought that she was servicing two male members, that one such was slipping

gracefully into her hungry vagina while a second jerked under the caress of

her lips and tongue, electrified her, brought her within touching distance
of 
a second climax.
        
Hips ground urgently between her legs, forcing stiff meat inside her, time
and 
time again. Hips rotated above her face as Quark strove to retain balance,
to 
hold his cock in a position where her mouth could freely work towards
milking 
it.
        
Then, Odo's hand moved to squeeze her right breast, and his mouth started
work 
on the nipple, teasing with his tongue, gently biting. The new sensation, 
piled on top of everything else, was endurable only in orgasm, and that was

where her body took her, after the shortest yet steepest of climbs.
Shaking, 
heaving, grinding her lower body against Odo's, gorgeously silenced by
Quark's 
slowly pumping cock, she almost lost consciousness as she surfed
heightening 
waves of indescribable pleasure.
        
As the sharpness of the climactic attack continued to increase, she in turn

increased the ferocity of her fellatio, sweeping Quark's erection with her 
tongue, gently bringing her teeth into play, rolling the weight around her 
mouth. The cock responded, seemed to swell a little more, to bulge between
her 
jaws. Obviously the Ferengi was close, and had her concentration been fully
on 
him, she'd have tried to judge the imminence of ejaculation, tried to
ensure 
that the ejaculate spattered her face rather than her throat. She'd have
made 
that choice remembering the only previous occasion when she'd tasted a male

discharge.
        
That particular gout of semen had been sprayed by her husband, who at that 
time had been only her boyfriend, in the back of a shuttlecraft returning
>from 
a trip to Bajor. The pilot of the shuttle, her husband's friend, had kept
his 
eyes firmly on the stars as an impromptu blow job had developed from a
heated 
embrace, and a jacket had been draped over her head and the lap which that 
head worked in to make it even easier for the poor man to pretend that
nothing 
unusual was happening. In the circumstances she'd had to swallow, otherwise

her clothing and the seat would have been squirted with jism.
        
So she'd swallowed, and she'd hated it. The liquid had been rather sour,
and 
the volume and tacky consistency of it had made her feel like heaving. She
had 
vowed never to repeat the experiment.
        
For now, though, the memory merely skimmed her mind. Her concentration was
far 
too fragmented for it to remain. 
        
One large fragment focussed on her tormented nipple. Another settled on the

big, iron hard tube moving with slow, confident strokes in and out of her 
sloppy sheath, pushing all the way in, pulling most of the way out, filling

her, stretching her, spreading her. Loving her and owning her. 
        
And a third fragment noted the sounds generated by that assault, sexy
sounds 
like the slap of full penetration and the slurp of withdrawal. 
        
Without thought for consequence, therefore, she ignored Quark's laboured 
breathing, disregarded his juddering hips, and continued to suck.
        
Lust and movement defined three people, lust that was raw and exceptional.
By 
now extreme physical sensation was driving that lust, flesh filling flesh,
the 
sensation of penetration and withdrawal. It seemed to Jadzia that as one
cock 
pushed into cunt or mouth, the other was pulling back, an awesome synergy. 
Multiple orgasms racked her, a new climb commencing before a previous
descent 
was complete. Her body was writhing, her head spinning, her nerves
shredding 
to such a level of rawness that at times she felt like a creature
constructed 
>from electrical impulses.
        
Odo was trying to force her lower body to be momentarily still, and she 
understood why but found it difficult to comply. After a time, his
fingernails 
digging into her hips concentrated her mind, allowed her to briefly
accomodate 
his wishes. 
        
Immediately, he ejaculated into her, becoming the second man to flood her
with 
juice in a matter of minutes. The release was strong and drawn out, one
huge 
expulsion followed by a number of less powerful pulses.
        
Then Odo, as Benjamin had done before him, collapsed across her. And the
only 
thing he said, in a voice drained of all energy, was, "I just don't believe

it."
        
Jadzia's passage was a sloppy marsh. Odo's love liquid joined with
Benjamin's, 
and with her own, and the resultant river gurgled and dribbled, ran out of
her 
and deeper into her.
        
Moments later, Quark too delivered his tribute, giving Jadzia no chance to 
finish him by hand, which had been her preliminary intention.

There had been plenty of warning, she knew. She had simply failed to
register 
the signs.
        
Ferengi spunk sluiced into her mouth, a hefty serving of warm, thick fluid 
which plastered her palate and drowned her tongue, which slithered into her

cheeks, bubbling over her teeth and lips. 
        
A second squirt followed almost immediately, before she fully understood
what 
was happening.
        
But thankfully, the taste was pleasant, salty rather than sour, and she 
continued to suck, knowing that she was committed, knowing that there would
be 
no value in letting the cock slide clear now. Eagerly, she rolled the 
coagulating gunk, and the organ which had generated it, around her mouth, 
feeling wonderfully dirty.
        
Then Quark spurted a third time, and she gagged, unable to hold so much
fluid 
without swallowing. Already the stuff was running down her chin, trailing
onto 
her neck and shoulders.
        
Ah well, she thought. And just as she'd done in the shuttlecraft, she 
tried 
to gulp the semen down .
        
Suddenly she was struggling to cope with an unfamiliar sensation, the 
sensation that something was trying to adhere to her throat. She had to 
swallow six or seven times, quite noisily, whilst all the while Quark 
continued to feed her. And still she did not entirely succeed in ridding 
herself of a proportion of the deposit, because this continued to cling to
her 
teeth, to her tongue and to the roof of her mouth.
        
She had no doubt that the audience would be quite enjoying this particular 
finale.
        
Now Odo, slack, slid out of her and Quark, though not yet starting to
soften, 
rocked back. She was empty again, and a climax was fluttering, eager to be 
claimed. She looked around for Julian, wondering whether he was still in
the 
game. 
        
She remembered now that it had been Julian, of the five to whom she'd made
her 
announcement about half an hour previously, who'd seemed the most
uncertain.
        
She'd returned from the replicator alcove fully intending to act as though 
Nerys had never put her outrageous proposal forward.
        
Nerys had been standing, arms folded, in the centre of the room. As Jadzia
had 
entered carrying a tray, the Bajoran girl had startled her by pushing that 
proposal a second time, on this occasion in front of the others. 
        
"I've asked Jadzia the question again", she'd stated to them. "I've told
her 
that you're all serious about this. And I've also told her that whatever 
happens here is totally between us. Her answer was that she'd think about
it. 
And when she's decided, she'll let you know".
        
Silence had fallen like a hammer blow. Jadzia had looked around, had noted 
various expressions. Surprise. Hope. 
        
And an unfamiliar voice in her head had chirped in, intimating that perhaps

Nerys had been right all along. 
        
Perhaps this was the sort of opportunity that only came along once in a 
lifetime.
        
"So have you decided, Jadzia?", Nerys had pressed tautly. "Or do you need
more 
time?"
        
Jadzia had stared at the floor, shock and uncertainty tightening her
throat. 
Ashamed at her failure to close the issue, she had taken a few moments
before 
she'd looked up again.
        
When she did, she had accidentally caught Benjamin's eye. Immediately, he
had 
stood, had walked slowly over to her. Leaning over the tray, he had kissed 
her, a brief and gentle touch. Her lips had tingled, and pleasure had
opened 
like a flower in her groin. Nerys had been forced to rescue the tray before
it 
tumbled to the deck. 
        
"Please, Jadzia", Benjamin had requested, dropping the "old man" tag, his 
voice mellow. "It's not a game any more. None of us think it's a game."
        
"It's not a game for you either, is it, Jadzia?", Nerys had questioned 
huskily. "After that kiss, I think games are the last thing on your mind."
        
"Leave me be, Nerys", Dax had hissed.
        
"Your nipples are swollen", Nerys noted. "Have you realised? You see, your 
body's giving you away. Why fight it, Jadzia? Why fight it?"
        
Returning her gaze to the floor, anxious not to see the response to the 
submission which she now intended, Jadzia had advised them, in words
obviously 
spoken by someone else and in a wavering tone, "I'm going to go into the 
bedroom area. I'm going to get undressed. Annyone who wants to follow me...

well, we'll see what happens". 
        
Then, consumed by dread and excitement, she had turned, and headed in the 
direction she had indicated.
        
In the bedroom area, dazed, no longer in control, she had disrobed slowly, 
piling her clothing in a neat stack on a chair. 
        
When she had swung back to face the door, it had been to discover that she 
wasn't alone.
        
At that point, she had taken control of her own destiny. She had chosen to 
experience the things which were offered to her. There had been no value in

delaying, pretending otherwise. 
        
Arms closed protectively over her breasts, she had summoned Benjamin. "I
think 
you were hoping to be first", she had encouraged him.
        
Benjamin had taken a couple of steps forward. He, like the others, had
until 
then been staring at her with frank interest., owner of two of the ten
young 
eyes which had been roaming her naked body. Now, though, those two eyes
fixed 
on Jadzia's, as though offering reassurance.
        
He'd undressed quickly, without apparent embarrassment. When he was done, 
Jadzia had surveyed him with appreciation, noting particularly the enormity
of 
his already rigid erection. 
        
Again, she had taken the initiative, because clearly it still rested with
her. 
Without a word, she'd moved to the bed. Lying back, she'd crooked a finger.

Then she'd closed her eyes and waited. 
        
Soon she'd felt a weight settle nearby, as Benjamin knelt at the end of the

bed. Then she'd felt hands, hands lifting her hips onto his thighs, had
felt 
her own thighs nudged open, had felt the first luscious touch of the bulb
of 
his prick as it contacted her well lubricated meat.
        
It had begun. 

Later now, and it was continuing.

She sat, successfully located Julian. To her surprise, he was already
naked. Nerys was holding some of his clothing, and Jadzia guessed that the
Bajoran girl had undressed him. 
	
Whether she had or not, she was eager for him to be involved, because she
nudged him forward as Jadzia watched.
	
None of the young men had been short of cock, and Julian, Jadzia was glad
to note, was in that same happy category. At least six inches worth of
firm, thick excitement stood up against his almost hirsute, slim, fit
frame, the foreskin fully retracted to reveal a fat, purple tip. The cock
curved slightly to the right. 
	
If Nerys ever decided to surrender herself to her beau, Jadzia reflected,
then she'd have no regrets.
	
Nerys was still directing events. "Turn over", she hissed hotly. "Try
things that way for a change."
	
Anal sex might have been something Nerys wanted to see. Or it might have
been Julian's wish. Jadzia didn't care. The way she was feeling, she'd have
agreed to pretty much anything, particularly something like this, which
coincided with yet another fantasy of her own. 
	
Without answering, she turned to lie on her stomach. Then, as Julian's
weight settled on her back, she raised her bum a little. 
	
"Fuck me first", she requested. "Just for a minute".
	
"It would be my pleasure", Julian replied gallantly. And with little pause,
he lowered himself and pushed his cock, in a single firm thrust, up to the
hilt within her vagina, which clamped in response. Then, hands on the
cheeks of her bottom, he started to drive into her, quite roughly, hard and
deep, until the sought orgasm seized her, racked her, hurled her into
screaming, squealing ecstasy. 
	
By the time he pulled out of her, she was so exhausted that she didn't
initially react to his preparations in fulfilment of their mutual kinky
desire. Riding on the swill of lubricant from her cunt, he slid his cock
flush with her anal orifice, maneouvred and adjusted until he had
established purchase. Then he pushed forward with force and determination.
	
Entry was achieved quite smoothly, but for Jadzia the process was
uncomfortable. The hole was after all virginal, and it did resist a little.
Again flesh stretched to accomodate an object it was unused to. She pushed
up to help him, grunting with the effort. The inexorable impalement was so
slow that it seemed to go on forever, her muscles in that area protesting,
crowding the intruder, trying to force it out and failing abysmally.
Finally, she felt the tickle of pubic hair against her lower back, and knew
with relief that the limit had been achieved. 
	
Carefully and gently, but with long, intent strokes, Julian started to
sodomise her. At first, each inward push felt like a violation, and each
withdrawal a relief, but after a while the reaction settled, and allowed
him relatively free movement. This he used to increase the frequency of his
penetrations, penetrations which were, Jadzia was sure, only possible
because his cock was so slick. Soon he was fucking her arse as hard as Odo
had fucked her pussy. And she started to enjoy it, particularly when Bashir
remembered that she was there and took to massaging her breasts and
nibbling her ear.
	
She might even, she decided, come, particularly if she helped by fondling
her own clitoris. 
	
But then she realised that Julian was too close to his own resolution for
her to consider such things. His hips had started to rotate.
	
Suddenly, his knees closed tightly about her lower body and he moaned, a
wild cry of unstemmable passion. Moments later, his thighs jerked against
her back, his cock thrummed, and semen slopped into her bowels. She felt
the contact of the warm deposit with clarity, felt it spatter against her
flesh and start to trickle inside her. 
	
The first spasm of release was merely one of several, and she took all of
them willingly, breathing heavily as he squirted his hot juice into her
body.
	
A little later, gingerly, he extracted himself. Her butthole seemed to
close behind the retreating cock with an audible popping sound, and as soon
as it was clear her guts felt loose and gooey. She remained as she was,
lying horizontally on her front, panting, oddly not wanting those to whom
she had given pleasure to see her face.
	
Then she felt hands pulling at her right shoulder and hip, turning her
again onto her back. 

The hands were Benjamin's. His mouth found hers in a grinding, tongue
fencing kiss, clearly uncaring that he was tasting Quark's spunk. Then,
separating her knees with his own, he pushed his revived thing deep inside
the marsh between her legs and started to fuck her for a second time.
	
In went the massive weapon, in and out, half in and out, slicing into her
with urgency, with strength, proving its masculinity. Draining orgasm
arrived again for Jadzia as, during that orgasm, did a second cock, Odo's,
forcing into her mouth, fucking her mouth. She could taste her own sweet
juices on the hard flesh, and this only made her more co-operative, sucking
when she could, and when she could not, allowing him to use her lips as the
opening to just another orifice.
	
The three lovers were equally unrestrained, working with desperation
towards their individual climaxes, finding them within seconds of one
another. Jadzia hit the peak first, twisting her body upwards, bearing yet
again that immense, nervous explosion, then it was Odo's turn, the
shapeshifter almost hyperventilating as he pumped a second helping of salty
cream between her teeth, into her mouth for her to savour and gulp. Too
soon, he was pulling clear, still ejaculating, spraying trails of white goo
across her nose and chin, into her eyes, into her hair. As this decoration
proceeded, Benjamin ejaculated too, hugely, fully inside her, plastering
her cervix with his stuff.
	
Even this was not the end. Immediately, Quark took Benjamin's place,
lasting much longer this time than on the first occasion. By now the
friction was starting to hurt Jadzia, but she didn't stop the little
Ferengi. If she suffered discomfort in walking for a week, that wouldn't be
a problem. It would serve to remind her of the most luscious experience of
her life. In any event, despite the pain, she was still hot, and Quark's
final, racking expulsion took her over the edge yet again.
	
She fell back once more, dizzy, only half aware, her body a live wire,
reacting to any touch. Now she welcomed Julian again, this time inserting
himself in the more commonly used hole, and she rejoiced when he drained
his sacs into her, when he joined his semen to the lake of love juice
birthed by his three friends.
	
After Julian withdrew she lay, eyes closed, and waited. Her body, she knew,
was flooded. Spunk swam in her bowels, in her uterus, drained in a stream
>from her cunt. Spunk shone as it dried on her face, on her belly, on her
breasts, on her thighs, on her neck, her back and her buttocks. 
	
And she didn't care. If they wanted yet more, she would not refuse them. 
	
She no longer felt able to decide the limits of her own endurance.  
	
Clearly, though, they didn't want more, because two minutes passed, and
no-one came to her. She had, it seemed, drained them all, metaphorically
and literally. She heard whispers, and then sounds that she associated with
dressing. 
	
Then she heard Nerys instruct, with a trace of anger, "Don't say anything.
Just go".
	
Finally, she heard footsteps, and a hissing as her door opened and closed.
	
She lay, legs wide, listening to the silence, allowing the semen to drain
luxuriously from her body. She wasn't ashamed, but she was starting to
realise as wll that she wasn't truly satisfied.
	
"I'm still here", Nerys said.
	
Jadzia opened her eyes. Nerys was indeed still in the room, and she was
stark naked. 

Naked....?	
	
Her body was slim, bronzed, supple. 
	
Her breasts were beautiful.
	
Jadzia started to speak, but Nerys put a finger to her lips, then came to
her, lay beside her, stroked her hair. 	
At length, they kissed. 
	
The sensation for Jadzia, as Nerys's tongue sought hers in a mouth full of
jism, was thrilling. 
	
But then that thrill was put into context as Nerys moved down, licking the
sperm away, working slowly, licking it from Jadzia's face and neck, from
her breasts, from her belly, from her thighs. Jadzia felt increasingly as
though her body was on fire.
	
At last, and unashamedly, Nerys settled between Jadzia's legs and plunged
her tongue deep inside the Trill's sodden cunt. 
	
Jadzia couldn't help herself. She started to twist, pushing her groin
against the girl's face. 
	
In the beginning, Nerys seemed to be housekeeping, cleaning out the
ejaculate. Occasionally, she'd look up from her work and grin, her face
shining with juice, covered with gobs of congealing male come. 
	
Soon, though, she spread Jadzia, and started to work on her clitoris. 
	
Jadzia lost control, her body jacknifing. Her frenzied moans were only
stifled when Nerys brought herself round into the 69 position. 
	
Jadzia took the hint. Nerys's cunt was small and pink and juicy, and she
had no difficulty in caressing it with her tongue. 
	
The surface was oily, the taste sweet like treacle. Jadzia spread the outer
lips eagerly, lapped at the Bajoran girl's grinding pussy. 
	
It wasn't long before Nerys pushed that pussy down, crushing it into
Jadzia's face. Hissing between her teeth, she came. Her cunt squirted
forcefully, drenching Jadzia's hair.
	
Jadzia's own climax was special, the most complete thing she had ever
experienced. It was long and draining, generous and taut. It was sweet
rather than lustful, natural rather than worked for, overwhelming rather
than hungry.
	
Afterwards, the women lay kissing, and Nerys asked, "Do you understand
now?"
	
"No, Nerys", Jadzia admitted. "No, I don't".
	
"I wanted you", Nerys said. "I think you're the one. And I couldn't see any
other way."
	
Jadzia found the declaration of love difficult to handle. Even so, she was
tempted to share in it. "It was beautiful, Nerys", she said instead. "But
let's see how it goes."
	
"It'll always be beautiful", Nerys replied, "if you'll allow it to be." 


And Jadzia thought that she just might be prepared to let it be beautiful,
that perhaps Nerys was the way forward.
	
But no......

.....It wouldn't be that way....
	
.....Because Nerys's face was already starting to fade, to became
insubstantial, as though she was no more than a spectre. She was talking,
but Jadzia couldn't hear her any more. 
	
Another face took precedence, gradually firming up, overpowering and
eventually eliminating Major Kira's. It was, of course, the face of Julian
Bashir, and it was a concerned face. He, too, was speaking. But Jadzia
couldn't hear him either.
	
Then, finally, he held her chin, gently, so that his eyes bored directly
into hers, and the words started to filter through.

"Tell me that you can hear me", he was insisting. "I need you to tell me
that you can hear me".
	
"I can hear you", she managed. Her throat seemed clogged, and she was
embarrassed to realise that the flashback, or dream, or whatever it had
been, had left her sodden between the legs, so much so that her panties
clung to her inner thighs. She hoped that the aroma of woman on heat was
something that Julian would not immediately recognise.	
	
"Don't sit up", he recommended. "You're going to feel a little dizzy".

Dax nodded. "Dizzy is right", she agreed, then after a pause in which
Julian did not speak either added, "But not too busy to hear the verdict."
	
Julian leaned over her and produced a small torch which he shone first into
her right eye and then into her left. After the brief investigation, he
said, "I've got rid of Sereta. Or to be more precise, I've blocked your
mind's route to her. Things should be fine now."
	
Dax started to sit up, only to realise that Julian had been quite right to
warn her. Her head started to spin, and she had to fall back immediately.
After another pause, this time to gather her wits, she asked, "What on
earth has Sereta to do with this?"
	
Jadzia knew Sereta. She was a Bajoran woman who worked in Quark's. A fact
which at least seemed to link in some small way to the dream.
	
"What you were experiencing, Jadzia", Julian lectured, "wasn't a dream at
all. You were sharing, effectively, in Sereta's memories."
	
Dax looked dubious. "How can that be? Sereta isn't telepathic."
	
"True", Julian agreed happily. "But Josanne is."
	
"Josanne?"
	
"You don't keep up with the gossip half as well as you used to since you
started this thing with Worf, you know. Josanne is a Gallian. She arrived
on the station with her family about three months ago."
	
Realisation started to dawn. "And Gallians......"
	
"....Are very strong telepaths, yes indeed. But telepaths of a very unusual
kind. Because they transmit concepts rather than words or pictures.
Josanne, by the way, is only seventeen years old. Which means that she's at
the height of her powers."
	
Dax struggled. "But that still doesn't explain...."
	
"What's the most important thing in life to a Gallian, Jadzia?"
	
"Love. I know that, because I once had to shake one off, when I was Curzon
Dax".
	
"And when that love is consummated physically? What then?"
	
"The lovers form a bond, don't they?"
	
"Yes. Precisely. As long as the other party to the relationship agrees,
they form a bond. A telepathic bond expressing the value of their
relationship. The most powerful telepathic message, it's theorised, in the
universe, strong enough to open up a limited telepathic ability in the
partner. Ah. And another thing about Gallians, of course, is that they're
famously bisexual.. Getting the picture now?"
	
"Sereta and Josanne", Dax sighed.
	
"Even I've seen them sitting together in Quark's, and holding hands on the
promenade", Bashir pointed out. "So. What I think happened is this. You ran
into Sereta a short time after the bond had been created....".
	
"I was sitting at the bar three days ago", Jadzia confirmed. "While she was
working."
	
"And Sereta was still struggling to control the gift that Josanne had given
her. As a result, and accidentally of course, the concept of the new
relationship, or some of it, the sexual part of it, was flung in your
direction. Sereta's memory of the consummation, perhaps. But because it was
a concept, not an accurate record, your subconscious mind has been forced
to juggle it, to reinterpret it. So Sereta became you, and Josanne... well,
whoever....."
	
"Major Kira", Dax revealed unwisely, stifling a giggle.
	
Julian raised an astounded eyebrow. "Well, now", he said. "That is an
unusual thought."
	
Jadzia found her impish grin. "So", she probed, "the characters aside,
everything I dreamed actually happened. To Sereta. A few days ago."
	
"In essence, yes", Julian confirmed. "In specifics, no. Because your mind
was adjusting the information so that you could understand it, you would
get the thrust only. For example, anything that Sereta might have said to
Josanne would be rephrased, restructured, so that in your dream you would
speak it naturally, would state the meaning in the way that Jadzia Dax,
rather than Sereta, would state it. Similarly, the Josanne figure would
deliver her messages as Major Kira would deliver them."
	
Dax sat up again. This time she felt clear headed. "Well, thank you,
Julian", she said. "Your genius never ceases to amaze me."
	
Julian scowled. "I take it  you intend to keep all the juicy details to
yourself."
	
"You take it correctly", Dax replied primly.
	
"Even to the extent", Julian pursued gamely, "that you won't explain who
Quark, Odo and I represent in this escapade. And how three men get involved
in the creation of a relationship between two women in any event."
	
"Four", Jadzia corrected. "Four men. And you wouldn't really want me to
tell you, would you, Julian? You surely wouldn't want me to breach a
confidence?"
	
Leaving the seething Doctor Bashir behind, Dax made her way towards the
promenade, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sereta and Josanne. She also
intended to ask Quark the names of Josanne's circle of young male
acquaintances, so that she would know just who had pleasured Sereta that
afternoon and, in a roundabout sort of way, Jadzia Dax a few days later. 
	
Some of the possibilities horrified her. Jake Sisko? Nog?

As she walked, she reflected upon the sensations which she had been given
by the dreams, particularly insofar as they differed from the sensations
which she normally experienced in her own sex life. Sereta was clearly
capable of multiple climaxes, and Dax envied her that good fortune.
	
Jadzia was already wet enough, but remembering made her wetter still. A
stray recollection drifted into her head. Julian, ramming his swollen, iron
hard prick as deep into her as it would go, ramming it in from behind, the
power of it straining urgently up against her cervix. And in response to
that recollection, she felt a twinge of pleasure between her legs. The same
sort of twinge that she had felt during the part of the dream which had
taken place in Quark's bar. 
	
She wished suddenly that she was alone. If she had been, she might let a
hand drift downward, between her legs. It was unlikely that she would have
been able to make herself come that way, but at least she could have
respond in some fashion to the demands that her body was making.
	
Instead, she turned into Quarks. 
	
Quark wasn't there, and neither were Sereta and Josanne. Jadzia ordered a
drink and looked around. 
	
Her notice fell upon four Terran asteroid miners, who were drinking in the
corner. Men in their early twenties with calloused hands, they looked a
rough and ready crew. Three of them were watching her with undisguised
interest. The fourth man had eyes only for Lucy Webster, a young Starfleet
engineer who was perched on his knee.
	
Reacting mainly to instinct, Dax took her drink in their direction,
pretended to study the gaming tables. As she'd expected, it wasn't long
before the first smutty remark drifted over.  
	
"Are you interested in balls then, lady?", the biggest of the men wanted to
know. "Because I can arrange for you to play with some if you want". The
other men guffawed.
	
Dax smiled, feeling an odd and unexpected anticipation.
	
Worf would simply have to forgive her.
	
"I'd be too much for the likes of you", she replied, subconsciously noting
that she was using words she had heard, perhaps used, before. "You'd end up
crippled for a week. You'd certainly need help".
	
"Steve would help", the man suggested. "And Martin. Jose. Wouldn't you,
lads?"
	
A lovely warmth was building in her as she turned to look at them. "Well",
she told them, "I've heard promises before". Then she downed her drink, and
added, "If it's more than that, well.... Lucy knows where I live".
	
She left them to think about it, and made her way to the habitat ring. 

END




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