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Chapter 53: More Tentacle sex
Deep Space - Starship Argos - corridor
Crewman Medi was walking down the hall in her gold mini-dress uniform with her old uniform under it when she was accosted by a passing Medeusan.
“Excuse me,” said the octopus-like alien that was wearing a metallic hat that acted as a com-badge, universal translator and tricorder combo. “Pardon me if this in not allowed, but I have heard a rumor that promiscuity is a trait of your species.”
“Why, yes it is!” said the Orion crewman, as she reached out an ran a finger along the Medeusan’s head. “Are you asking because you would like me to be promiscuous with you? I’ve never docked with a Medeusan before.”
“Yes, I would enjoy that very much,” replied the Medeusan.
“Can we go to your place?” asked Medi, “Mine’s a mess.”
“I was just going to suggest that,” replied the Medeusan.
“Then, lead the way!” said Medi, as she offered her hand.
The Medeusan was quite surprised that she would be willing to hold hands with someone she just met, and here, in public! But he took the offered hand, anyway, and led her to his quarters.
When the door to his quarters opened, there were two more Medeusans inside.
“What’s going on here?” asked Medi.
“These are my . . .” began the first Medeusan. “ . . . I am uncertain if the Universal translator can handle it. Is there a gender neutral plural word for husbands or wives?”
“Spice,” replied Medi. “Spice is the plural of spouse, just like mice is the plural of mouse. So these are your spice. I’m very pleased to meet you!”
Even though there had been a recent rule against shaking hands with Medeusans, Medi felt this was an intimate enough situation that they’d allow it. She offered a hand to each of them at the same time.
“Oh my!” said the second Medeusan, as Medi pumped her hand, rubbing their palms together. She could feel her palm opening in response.
“So you brought me here for a foursome?” theorized Medi. “Why is that?
The first Medeusan, the one that had brought her here, showed Medi her open palm. “Our mating organs are on our hands. Each finger is a male mating organ and the on our palm is our female mating organ. When we’re aroused, it opens like this so we our partner can put their finger in our palm. Each hand that we use to enter or be entered increased the amount of pleasure we feel. Unfortunately, we have to feel a certain amount of love and commitment to open our palms. One is easy. We just need to be aroused for that. Holding your hand on the way here was enough to open this palm. But in order to open a second palm for someone, we have to feel love. Each additional palm requires more intense a love for our partner. We love each other enough to open three of our palms to each other. That is such a strong love that we decided to get married. And if I’m with both my spice, I can open three of my palms to each of them, so I’ve got six of them open total. But I can’t get a fourth one open for them. I invited you here so you could fill my seventh palm.”
“Like this?” asked Medi, as she took the Medeusan’s hand and started licking the edges of the open palm.
“Oh my! just watching that keeps my palm open!” said the third Medeusan. “Do you mind if I take my translator off and we talk telepathically?”
“Do you mind if I take my clothes off?” responded Medi.
(Here, let me help you) said the first Medeusan, as two of her hands removed her translator hat, two of them undressed Medi, two of them caressed her and her seventh had enjoyed Medi’s tongue on her palm.
After everyone was undressed, the other two Medeusans joined in holding three of each other’s hands and rubbing their fingers and palms together. Soon, first had opened enough that she was being penetrated in three of her palms by each of her spice, while Medi licked the seventh palm.
(I wish they would each stick it in me lower down) thought Medi as she was enjoying the way first writhed as she licked her.
In response to her thoughts, Medi felt the hands from the other two that were caressing her probing her, searching for the willing orafices she wanted them to enter. Then found them and now, all four of them were being triple penetrated by each of their partners, the exception being Medi, who had three different Medeusans in her, once she figured out that first could stick his finger down her throat, with her tongue was in her palm. They continued like this, Medi had not noticed when they had moved to the bed, but they continued until first began to shudder and her skin turned a multitude of different colours in a rapidly changing pattern. This quickly spread to the other two Medeusans who were cycling through colours too. The effects on Medi pushed her over the edge to the most intense orgasm of her life!
“(Oh! Oh! Oh! I never imagined anything could be so beautiful!) thought Medi, referring to not only the coloured paterns she was seeing on the Medeusans as they all climaxed, but also the sensations she was feeling and the thoughts she was receiving from them.
Once their mutual climax had ended, the four of them lay together cuddling. As usually when bedding a telepath, they knew exactly how and where to touch her. Soon she was in the mood for more.
(That was really nice, having all three of you in me,) thought Medi. (Could I have just one of your triple penetrate me?)
(So want to just have me as a couple?) thought the first Medeusan, as she held both Medi’s hands and played with her fingers.
(The others can watch if they want) thought Medi.
Soon, her partner had slid a finger or two from each of three different hands in all three of her orifices.
(I can’t believe you’re able to open your self to me triplely!) thought first Medeusan, as he triple penetrated her and played with both her hands.
(I think I can take you in more than three) thought Medi, as she wrapped her fingers around the finger of a hand giving him a ‘hand job’ of sorts. She found if you turned her hand just right, she could could stick her index finer in her partners palm without letting go with the other fingers of her hand. And when she tried this with the other hand, her finger slid into that palm too.
(Five! Five! Five! No one has ever let them in them five at once!) thought first.
Medi noticed that her partner still hand two hands free which he was using to caress her. The other two Medeusans had entered each other in three of their palms.
(It’s all right, You can use the other two on them,) thought Medi.
First joined his two free hands with each of his other spice which meant while first was getting seven, the other two were only getting four each. When the climax came, it was not as spectacular as when they had all been joined together. But it was enough to overwhelm Medi and make her release her pheromones. And being joined together fivefold with one of them, allowed her to feel more loved, which she was, because her partner was broadcasting it to her telepathically. She gave each of them a chance to have her five-fold before joining again like they had the first time where each them was getting to have all of their holes filled.
When she woke the next morning, she realized the others were still asleep. She grabbed her clothes from off the floor and snuck into their sonic shower. Once she was clean and had re-dressed herself, she stepped out of the bathroom, only to find all three of the Medeusans awake and looking at her. None of them gotten out of bed, and they had not put on their translators yet. She stepped over to hold hands briefly with each of them, the Medeusan version of a kiss goodbye.
(We’ve been thinking at each other and we agree,) thought first. (Will you marry us?)
“What!” gasped Medi, as she took a step away. “But . . .but . . . but I don’t even know any of your names! . . . I need to go!”
Crewman Medi fled out the door.
Deep Space - Starship Argos - Councilors office
Councilor Đaimz was projecting a hologram of an Orion Male sitting on the box that contained the real him, in his energy form. In order to make the patient feel more comfortable, he was allowing Crewman Medi to sit on his lap straddling him so they could sit face-to-face at the close distance that made Orions feel more comfortable.
“So you had this intense expenience with my people and you don’t know how to deal with it?” asked Councilor Đaimz.
“Yes. It was the most intense experience of my life,” replied Medi. “The Climixes they gave me were the strongest in my life! And I could feel them! They were telepathically sending me what they were feeling at the same time and they were enjoying it as much as I was, more even! And the colours they turned when they climaxed! It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!”
“Yes . . . I see it in your mind,” agreed Councilor Đaimz. “The pattern is very similar to how I look in my true form. So if was such a positive experience for you. Why do you think you are so troubled by it?”
“Because I’m such an Orion that I didn’t even ask their names!” cried Medi “I just stripped off my clothes and let them triple fuck me . . . pentuple fuck me! It was the greatest experience in my life and I don’t even know who it was with! And now they want me to marry them, to let them do that to me every night, to feel so much pleasure any time I want it!”
“Do you feel unworthy of their love?” asked Councilor Đaimz.
“Yes! That’s it, exactly!” cried Medi. “How can I burden them with a dirty Orion slut like me!?!”
“You say that as if it were a bad thing,” observed Councilor Đaimz. “Isn’t it true that amongst your people promiscuity is considered a virtue and to be called ‘slut’ is a badge of honor?”
“It is,” agreed Medi. “But I’m the only Orion on the ship, in the whole Federation even. I guess the attitudes of some of those Humans I’ve slept with has rubbed off on me.”
“Well, I can tell you this,” said Councilor Đaimz. “Monogamy is not practiced amongst my people. For us marriage is about living arrangements and raising offspring. We often bring bring home another partner so we can join more hands together.”
“I didn’t think you had any hands,” replied Medi. “Aren’t you really and energy creature?”
“I am,” agreed Councilor Đaimz. “But I still think of them as my people even though they are still corporeal.”
“You said the colour they turn when they climax looks like you do in your energy form. . . could I see it?” asked Medi.
“Are you sure you want to risk it?” asked Councilor Đaimz. “Many races find my appearance detrimental to their mental health. If it goes wrong, we’ll have to have Doctor Salar erase your memory of my appearance.”
“I think I would like to take that risk,” said Medi, as she climbed off the hologram’s lap. “Can I see you?”
“Very well,” said Councilor Đaimz, as the hologram winked out and he opened the box so he could emerge and show her his true energy form.
Medi was still staring at him murmuring about how beautiful he was when he closed himself back in the box and re-activated the hologram.
“How to you feel?” asked Councilor Đaimz.
“Wonderful!” gushed Medi, in awe. “I can see why the other Medeusans see you as a religious figure. Could you officiate at our wedding?”
“So you have decided to accept their invitation?” asked Councilor Đaimz.
“Yes . . . Yes I have!” replied Medi. “Thank you Councilor Đaimz, you have helped me a lot!”
Deep Space - Starship Argos - Sick Bay
“Doctor, would it be possible for me to have extra vaginas added to me?” asked Medi.
“Theoretically that might be possible,” replied Doctor Salar. “We do this in some cases for corrective surgery on transgender people. But since you are already female, why do you want a second vagina?”
“I don’t want just one, I want four,” explained Medi. “I’m going to marry some Medeusans and I want them to be able to stick all their male organs in me.”
“I suppose it would be possible,” admitted Doctor Salar. “ If we placed them on your lateral abdomen, we could put two on each side. We could even give each one a functional clitoris that could fee sensations however, it would have to be connected to your existing nerve tracts. Any sensation you would feel with the new ones, would feel as if it was happening to your existing one.”
“That’s fine with me,” agreed Medi. “Go ahead and do that.”
After she had recovered from the surgery, Medi wanted to wear a traditional Orion wedding dress, which would consist of a scarlet mini-skirt and a halter top, leaving her mid-drift bare. But she didn’t want everyone to see her new vulvas. She wasn’t a nudist like some of her Eight friends and thought that her lady parts should only be viewed by her lovers. (which was a good portion of the ship’s crew, but wasn’t everybody) So she had a minidress made with a green stripe that matched her skin tone, giving the illusion of a bare mid-drift. Since Councilor Đaimz would be performing the ceremony in his true form, precautions had to be taken. Vulcans and Tarquinians had to wear a red visor, Ensign Betsa was cautioned not to telepathically look through anyone else’s eyes and many of the guests had to wear blindfolds.
The ceremony was more beautiful than Medi imagined it would be and after the ceremony she and her new spice: Vačić, Jožo and Iviča retreated to their quarters. They were all doing some intense hand holding as they helped each other out of their translator hats and Medi out of her dress.
(What’s this!?!) thought Iviča, as he noticed her new vulvae.
(I wanted it to be possible for each of you to be able to septuple penetrate me,) thought Medi. (So I had myself surgically altered so I can be a better wife for each of you.)
Medi’s knees bucketed and they had to carry her to the bed as she felt the love radiating from all three of her new spice. two of them were intensely rubbing her hands with theirs in what for humans would be the equivalent of a passionate kiss.
She found that attention given to her new lady parts DID feel like it was happening to the original. That when she was being stimulated or entered in more than one, it felt strange to feel the same thing happening to the same part of her more than once at the same time. But it was good kind of strange.
I do not own Star Trek, Battlestar Galactica or the Kama Sutra
Chapter 53: More Tentacle sex
Deep Space - Starship Argos - corridor
Crewman Medi was walking down the hall in her gold mini-dress uniform with her old uniform under it when she was accosted by a passing Medeusan.
“Excuse me,” said the octopus-like alien that was wearing a metallic hat that acted as a com-badge, universal translator and tricorder combo. “Pardon me if this in not allowed, but I have heard a rumor that promiscuity is a trait of your species.”
“Why, yes it is!” said the Orion crewman, as she reached out an ran a finger along the Medeusan’s head. “Are you asking because you would like me to be promiscuous with you? I’ve never docked with a Medeusan before.”
“Yes, I would enjoy that very much,” replied the Medeusan.
“Can we go to your place?” asked Medi, “Mine’s a mess.”
“I was just going to suggest that,” replied the Medeusan.
“Then, lead the way!” said Medi, as she offered her hand.
The Medeusan was quite surprised that she would be willing to hold hands with someone she just met, and here, in public! But he took the offered hand, anyway, and led her to his quarters.
When the door to his quarters opened, there were two more Medeusans inside.
“What’s going on here?” asked Medi.
“These are my . . .” began the first Medeusan. “ . . . I am uncertain if the Universal translator can handle it. Is there a gender neutral plural word for husbands or wives?”
“Spice,” replied Medi. “Spice is the plural of spouse, just like mice is the plural of mouse. So these are your spice. I’m very pleased to meet you!”
Even though there had been a recent rule against shaking hands with Medeusans, Medi felt this was an intimate enough situation that they’d allow it. She offered a hand to each of them at the same time.
“Oh my!” said the second Medeusan, as Medi pumped her hand, rubbing their palms together. She could feel her palm opening in response.
“So you brought me here for a foursome?” theorized Medi. “Why is that?
The first Medeusan, the one that had brought her here, showed Medi her open palm. “Our mating organs are on our hands. Each finger is a male mating organ and the on our palm is our female mating organ. When we’re aroused, it opens like this so we our partner can put their finger in our palm. Each hand that we use to enter or be entered increased the amount of pleasure we feel. Unfortunately, we have to feel a certain amount of love and commitment to open our palms. One is easy. We just need to be aroused for that. Holding your hand on the way here was enough to open this palm. But in order to open a second palm for someone, we have to feel love. Each additional palm requires more intense a love for our partner. We love each other enough to open three of our palms to each other. That is such a strong love that we decided to get married. And if I’m with both my spice, I can open three of my palms to each of them, so I’ve got six of them open total. But I can’t get a fourth one open for them. I invited you here so you could fill my seventh palm.”
“Like this?” asked Medi, as she took the Medeusan’s hand and started licking the edges of the open palm.
“Oh my! just watching that keeps my palm open!” said the third Medeusan. “Do you mind if I take my translator off and we talk telepathically?”
“Do you mind if I take my clothes off?” responded Medi.
(Here, let me help you) said the first Medeusan, as two of her hands removed her translator hat, two of them undressed Medi, two of them caressed her and her seventh had enjoyed Medi’s tongue on her palm.
After everyone was undressed, the other two Medeusans joined in holding three of each other’s hands and rubbing their fingers and palms together. Soon, first had opened enough that she was being penetrated in three of her palms by each of her spice, while Medi licked the seventh palm.
(I wish they would each stick it in me lower down) thought Medi as she was enjoying the way first writhed as she licked her.
In response to her thoughts, Medi felt the hands from the other two that were caressing her probing her, searching for the willing orafices she wanted them to enter. Then found them and now, all four of them were being triple penetrated by each of their partners, the exception being Medi, who had three different Medeusans in her, once she figured out that first could stick his finger down her throat, with her tongue was in her palm. They continued like this, Medi had not noticed when they had moved to the bed, but they continued until first began to shudder and her skin turned a multitude of different colours in a rapidly changing pattern. This quickly spread to the other two Medeusans who were cycling through colours too. The effects on Medi pushed her over the edge to the most intense orgasm of her life!
“(Oh! Oh! Oh! I never imagined anything could be so beautiful!) thought Medi, referring to not only the coloured paterns she was seeing on the Medeusans as they all climaxed, but also the sensations she was feeling and the thoughts she was receiving from them.
Once their mutual climax had ended, the four of them lay together cuddling. As usually when bedding a telepath, they knew exactly how and where to touch her. Soon she was in the mood for more.
(That was really nice, having all three of you in me,) thought Medi. (Could I have just one of your triple penetrate me?)
(So want to just have me as a couple?) thought the first Medeusan, as she held both Medi’s hands and played with her fingers.
(The others can watch if they want) thought Medi.
Soon, her partner had slid a finger or two from each of three different hands in all three of her orifices.
(I can’t believe you’re able to open your self to me triplely!) thought first Medeusan, as he triple penetrated her and played with both her hands.
(I think I can take you in more than three) thought Medi, as she wrapped her fingers around the finger of a hand giving him a ‘hand job’ of sorts. She found if you turned her hand just right, she could could stick her index finer in her partners palm without letting go with the other fingers of her hand. And when she tried this with the other hand, her finger slid into that palm too.
(Five! Five! Five! No one has ever let them in them five at once!) thought first.
Medi noticed that her partner still hand two hands free which he was using to caress her. The other two Medeusans had entered each other in three of their palms.
(It’s all right, You can use the other two on them,) thought Medi.
First joined his two free hands with each of his other spice which meant while first was getting seven, the other two were only getting four each. When the climax came, it was not as spectacular as when they had all been joined together. But it was enough to overwhelm Medi and make her release her pheromones. And being joined together fivefold with one of them, allowed her to feel more loved, which she was, because her partner was broadcasting it to her telepathically. She gave each of them a chance to have her five-fold before joining again like they had the first time where each them was getting to have all of their holes filled.
When she woke the next morning, she realized the others were still asleep. She grabbed her clothes from off the floor and snuck into their sonic shower. Once she was clean and had re-dressed herself, she stepped out of the bathroom, only to find all three of the Medeusans awake and looking at her. None of them gotten out of bed, and they had not put on their translators yet. She stepped over to hold hands briefly with each of them, the Medeusan version of a kiss goodbye.
(We’ve been thinking at each other and we agree,) thought first. (Will you marry us?)
“What!” gasped Medi, as she took a step away. “But . . .but . . . but I don’t even know any of your names! . . . I need to go!”
Crewman Medi fled out the door.
Deep Space - Starship Argos - Councilors office
Councilor Đaimz was projecting a hologram of an Orion Male sitting on the box that contained the real him, in his energy form. In order to make the patient feel more comfortable, he was allowing Crewman Medi to sit on his lap straddling him so they could sit face-to-face at the close distance that made Orions feel more comfortable.
“So you had this intense expenience with my people and you don’t know how to deal with it?” asked Councilor Đaimz.
“Yes. It was the most intense experience of my life,” replied Medi. “The Climixes they gave me were the strongest in my life! And I could feel them! They were telepathically sending me what they were feeling at the same time and they were enjoying it as much as I was, more even! And the colours they turned when they climaxed! It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!”
“Yes . . . I see it in your mind,” agreed Councilor Đaimz. “The pattern is very similar to how I look in my true form. So if was such a positive experience for you. Why do you think you are so troubled by it?”
“Because I’m such an Orion that I didn’t even ask their names!” cried Medi “I just stripped off my clothes and let them triple fuck me . . . pentuple fuck me! It was the greatest experience in my life and I don’t even know who it was with! And now they want me to marry them, to let them do that to me every night, to feel so much pleasure any time I want it!”
“Do you feel unworthy of their love?” asked Councilor Đaimz.
“Yes! That’s it, exactly!” cried Medi. “How can I burden them with a dirty Orion slut like me!?!”
“You say that as if it were a bad thing,” observed Councilor Đaimz. “Isn’t it true that amongst your people promiscuity is considered a virtue and to be called ‘slut’ is a badge of honor?”
“It is,” agreed Medi. “But I’m the only Orion on the ship, in the whole Federation even. I guess the attitudes of some of those Humans I’ve slept with has rubbed off on me.”
“Well, I can tell you this,” said Councilor Đaimz. “Monogamy is not practiced amongst my people. For us marriage is about living arrangements and raising offspring. We often bring bring home another partner so we can join more hands together.”
“I didn’t think you had any hands,” replied Medi. “Aren’t you really and energy creature?”
“I am,” agreed Councilor Đaimz. “But I still think of them as my people even though they are still corporeal.”
“You said the colour they turn when they climax looks like you do in your energy form. . . could I see it?” asked Medi.
“Are you sure you want to risk it?” asked Councilor Đaimz. “Many races find my appearance detrimental to their mental health. If it goes wrong, we’ll have to have Doctor Salar erase your memory of my appearance.”
“I think I would like to take that risk,” said Medi, as she climbed off the hologram’s lap. “Can I see you?”
“Very well,” said Councilor Đaimz, as the hologram winked out and he opened the box so he could emerge and show her his true energy form.
Medi was still staring at him murmuring about how beautiful he was when he closed himself back in the box and re-activated the hologram.
“How to you feel?” asked Councilor Đaimz.
“Wonderful!” gushed Medi, in awe. “I can see why the other Medeusans see you as a religious figure. Could you officiate at our wedding?”
“So you have decided to accept their invitation?” asked Councilor Đaimz.
“Yes . . . Yes I have!” replied Medi. “Thank you Councilor Đaimz, you have helped me a lot!”
Deep Space - Starship Argos - Sick Bay
“Doctor, would it be possible for me to have extra vaginas added to me?” asked Medi.
“Theoretically that might be possible,” replied Doctor Salar. “We do this in some cases for corrective surgery on transgender people. But since you are already female, why do you want a second vagina?”
“I don’t want just one, I want four,” explained Medi. “I’m going to marry some Medeusans and I want them to be able to stick all their male organs in me.”
“I suppose it would be possible,” admitted Doctor Salar. “ If we placed them on your lateral abdomen, we could put two on each side. We could even give each one a functional clitoris that could fee sensations however, it would have to be connected to your existing nerve tracts. Any sensation you would feel with the new ones, would feel as if it was happening to your existing one.”
“That’s fine with me,” agreed Medi. “Go ahead and do that.”
After she had recovered from the surgery, Medi wanted to wear a traditional Orion wedding dress, which would consist of a scarlet mini-skirt and a halter top, leaving her mid-drift bare. But she didn’t want everyone to see her new vulvas. She wasn’t a nudist like some of her Eight friends and thought that her lady parts should only be viewed by her lovers. (which was a good portion of the ship’s crew, but wasn’t everybody) So she had a minidress made with a green stripe that matched her skin tone, giving the illusion of a bare mid-drift. Since Councilor Đaimz would be performing the ceremony in his true form, precautions had to be taken. Vulcans and Tarquinians had to wear a red visor, Ensign Betsa was cautioned not to telepathically look through anyone else’s eyes and many of the guests had to wear blindfolds.
The ceremony was more beautiful than Medi imagined it would be and after the ceremony she and her new spice: Vačić, Jožo and Iviča retreated to their quarters. They were all doing some intense hand holding as they helped each other out of their translator hats and Medi out of her dress.
(What’s this!?!) thought Iviča, as he noticed her new vulvae.
(I wanted it to be possible for each of you to be able to septuple penetrate me,) thought Medi. (So I had myself surgically altered so I can be a better wife for each of you.)
Medi’s knees bucketed and they had to carry her to the bed as she felt the love radiating from all three of her new spice. two of them were intensely rubbing her hands with theirs in what for humans would be the equivalent of a passionate kiss.
She found that attention given to her new lady parts DID feel like it was happening to the original. That when she was being stimulated or entered in more than one, it felt strange to feel the same thing happening to the same part of her more than once at the same time. But it was good kind of strange.
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