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After months of effort, young Wesley Crusher was ready to test his secret hologram portal program. The program made a small gap between the holodeck doors and the environment that was currently running, allowing Wesley and one other guest to open the door and observe the program without being seen by anyone inside. Ever since Wesley first saw Lt. Worf, his curiosity about Klingon mating habits was sparked. And every time he saw the tall, dark warrior, or even smelled that distinctly Klingon scent, Wesley could think of nothing else but the mysterious Klingon penis. How big was it? Did it grow and throb like Wesleys? Was it surrounded with dark, kinky hair like Cmdr. Rikers? Would Worf let him touch it like Cmdr. Riker did? What did it taste like? Could it be even larger Cmdr. Rikers hot throbbing eight centimeters? Wesley had to know! His hand reached under the computer counsel and began stroking around his circumcision scars. How stupid he was for showing his mother that ancient Kellogg file he found while poking around in the sexual mutilation medical archives. He should have never accepted the passwords from Cmdr. Riker. Anyway, it was time for the final test. Lt. Worf had entered the holodeck, and Wesley had primed him by discretely leaving erotica on Worfs counsel when he was out. He made his way down the hall until he came to the holodeck doors. Pretending to examine the reservation schedules, Wesley looked both ways before quickly typing in his password for the portal program. The door slid open, Wesley jumped in and the door closed behind him. It was just what he had wished for! There was Lt. Worf, naked, and a holographic Klingon female clinging to the upper branches of a holographic tree spitting down at him. Oh, Fuck! Wesley whispered in amazement at the pendulant, 40cm tool between Worfs legs, and seven hot, throbbing centimeters of pubescent flesh unsuccessfully attempted to rip through Star Fleets latest, high tensile strength trouser fabric. Wesley had no choice but to soothe it. The going was awkward through the high-tech cloth. Its elasticity made inserting a hand difficult, so Wesley slipped them down to his ankles and went work. The spitting and threats continued until Worfs huge organ was fully erect. Worf was becoming an animal. A lusty husky musky animal! Suddenly Worf collapsed. He lied on his back with his erection throbbing up vertically, tempting Wesley. Minutes slipped by as Wesley and the holographic Klingon female watched and waited. Wesley wanted to touch the huge organ, to taste it. He typed in his password again, and shut down the programs. An unconscious Lt. Worf lay waiting. Wesley kicked his shoes and trousers off his feet and went forward. He stood above Worf, hesitating. Was he dying? Could he still touch the great penis and then arrange for an emergency transport to sickbay before it was too late? Worfs smell was overwhelming. One hand vigorously manipulated the 14-year-old, seven centimeter, pink-white human penis, while the other slowly reached out to unsheathe the tribble-sized head on the flag pole in front of him. At the moment when pale thumb and index finger closed onto the ebony, horned foreskin
Wesley! Ensign Crusher! What were you doing here? It was Lt. Worf. Sir, I was walking by the holodeck doors and I saw a warning light flashing, and oh, I hurt down there! Quiet! You should never interfere with rituals you do NOT understand. What happened, Sir? I swear! I saw the warning light, and there you were A likely story. What are you hiding, sir? What is that dermal regenerator for? See for yourself. Warf allowed the boy to sit up. My penis! Where is it? This isnt fair! I ate it. When Wesley awoke from the subsequent faint, Worf was dressed. Ensign Crusher, I found your portal program. I am sure this will be the end of ALL your computer privileges. No, Lieutenant! Please! You found yourself in the middle of a Klingon mating ritual, I suspect humans would call it a possum trick. I instinctively went to bite my mates thigh, it is the beginning of that particular mating process, but I found a small piece of flesh stuck between my teeth instead. Worf bared his teeth and growled. There, next to the right incisor, hung a deflated, circumcised penis. Worf slapped his chest. Worf to sickbay. Prepare to re-attach a small genital organ to a curious, human teenager. Oh, and beam a toothpick into holodeck 3. A toothpick , Lieutenant? a womans voice came back. Yes Mom, a toothpick! And hurry! Worf, where are my balls!? Balls? Testicles? Oh, they hang between the legs in humans. I had forgotten that. I must have swallowed them while I completed the ritual. Once you touch a Klingon egg sack, it is deposited in the female so that in can be exposed to her sperm. It is an instinctive process that must be completed before conscience thought returns. Anyway, you will not want your little organs for some time. My egg sack will slowly make its way through your body, looking for sperm. If it finds some well lets not go into that. But certainly it will not be possible for you to have any sperm in your body for the life of the egg sack; seven years. Seven years! Yes Ensign. Seven years. Approximately. I am sure Cmdr. Riker will be even more upset.
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