Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newsswing.news.prodigy.com!prodigy.net!newsfeed.cwix.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.monger.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: From: "longbeachtrekstar" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW SluFF TNG: "Wesley Does Enterprise" 1/2 (Wes/many) [NC-17] Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 494 Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2004 01:55:08 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1104198908 209.198.142.218 (Mon, 27 Dec 2004 20:55:08 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2004 20:55:08 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:86382 X-Received-Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2004 17:55:42 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Porn-Star Wesley: Wesley Does Enterprise Author: longbeachtrekstar ( longbeachtrekstar @ yahoo . com ) Series: TNG Codes: R/Wes, La/Wes, O'B/KO'B/Wes, T/KO'B/Wes, PWP, parody Rating: NC-17 Parts: 1/2 Warnings: More Wussley slut-fic, just to keep Kirk competitive! Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek. "Debbie Does Dallas" (1979) is a School Days Productions/VCA Pictures film. This is not for profit, just for fun. Archiving: ASCEM, SluFF, others please ask. Feedback: Yes please, here or by email. Notes: Based on the porn classic "Debbie Does Dallas." Third and final in a short series. All have the "classic porn film" theme, but each story is independent. I now hope to never write another Wussley fic again! Summary: Wesley must raise money for an Academy field trip. "Wesley Does Enterprise" by longbeachtrekstar, December 2004 Inside the Enterprise shuttle bay, the shuttlecraft door rotated down, providing a ramp to exit the ship. Cadet Wesley Crusher emerged from inside the vessel, as Lt. Cdr. Geordi LaForge stood at the bottom of the platform. "Welcome back, Wes." "Thanks," replied Wesley as he loped down the gangplank with all the suave grace of a newborn giraffe. "How long will you be visiting?" "Just for a week. Then I have to get back to the Academy. The Cheerleading Squad is going on a trip to the Cheerleading Championships at New Dallas Colony in the Debbie system." "Cheerleading, huh?" Geordi felt the material of Wesley's sweater. "Nice threads," he remarked, a touch of sarcasm in his voice. "Thanks," said Wes again. He was wearing his cheerleading outfit -- black pants and white sweater with a red megaphone on the chest and "Starfleet Academy" spelled out over it in cursive. "But each member has to raise a thousand credits to pay for the trip, or they can't go. I don't know how I'm gonna get it." "Can't your mom help you?" "No. She said if I really want to go, I should earn it myself." "Don't worry, Wes. I'm sure you'll think of something." ***** Wesley lay on his back on a bed in guest quarters. His head and shoulders hung off the edge, and he stared at the wall behind him as he talked to his classmate Mordock via subspace. Wesley'd just showered and had only a pair of briefs on at the moment. A subspace transceiver headset hung off one ear, its mouthpiece curved in front of his face. He scratched his bare belly with one hand, while with the other he absently massaged his crotch. "I don't know what I'm gonna do, Mordock. There's no way I can come up with that kind of money." "I doubt that is true," replied his Benzarian friend. "I have already earned a number of credits doing small jobs. I re-circuited a neighbor's replicator control unit, and I'm tutoring another neighbor's offspring in molecular-" "That's it!" cried Wesley, cutting off Mordock in mid-sentence. "I'll find odd jobs to do here on Enterprise, and get paid for it. Hey Mordock, let's call everyone else in the Cheerleading Squad and tell them they should do the same thing. We could even form our own company. We'll call it 'Teen Services'!" "I am 105 years old," said Mordock dryly. "Yes, but on your planet, you're still a 'young adult'. Besides, it's just an expression. Good luck, Mordock. And thanks for the idea. Bye!" Wesley pressed a button on the transceiver, ending the connection. He tossed the device on the bed and was about to get up when he realized his other hand was holding fast to his now-stiff cock, which was sticking out through one of the leg openings of his briefs. He hadn't been thinking of anything sexual, but the casual stroking had been enough to make him hard. Wesley never liked to let a stiff dick go to waste, so he spit a glob of saliva into his palm and began fisting his penis. It took him all of thirty seconds to climax and shoot a load across his belly and chest. The odd downward angle of his head and shoulders -- still hanging over the side of his bed -- caused the warm viscous fluid to roll slowly down his chest and across his neck. Struggling to his feet, Wesley realized he was going to need another shower. ***** Wesley and Commander Will Riker entered the equipment room behind the main gymnasium. The Enterprise semi-finals of the Parrises Squares tournament had recently finished. Riker's team had already won a spot in the finals, but he still enjoyed assisting the other teams on board. The winner of the Enterprise finals would move on to the Starfleet Parrises Squares tournament. Riker and Wes were both in recreational sweats, and each had their arms full with equipment -- pads, helmets, sticks, gloves. With a sigh of relief, they each dumped their loads into the equipment bins. "Thanks again, Commander, for the chance to earn some credits helping you," said Wes. "No problem. I appreciate the help," replied Riker, slapping the cadet on the shoulder. "You start sorting this stuff, and I'll bring in the rest of the equipment." Moments later, Riker returned, his arms full once again. This time, Will stopped short to admire Wesley's rump as he was bent over the equipment bin, rearranging its contents. Riker emptied his arms and stepped up behind Wes. He casually put his hands on Wesley's ass as he leaned over his shoulder. "How's it going?" he asked. "Oh, uh, fine," stammered Wesley as he stepped away. Riker followed him closely. "I sure appreciate the help." "Yeah, uh, you said that," replied Wes. Riker stayed uncomfortably close, and even tried to fondle Wesley's crotch. "Sir, um, what are you doing?" "You've grown into quite a young man. I'd love to see your cock. C'mon, show it to me!" "Commander Riker!" "Please, Wes. I'll give you ten credits. Ten more than I'm already paying you." "Really?" Riker nodded vigorously, his eyes growing wide. Wesley considered the offer. "Well, okay." As Riker stared, Wesley pushed his pants and briefs down to his knees. A leer curled the edges of Riker's mouth as his eyes trailed across Wesley's body. He looked at where the peach fuzz on Wes's belly turned into soft brown curls around the base of his flaccid dick. The smooth phallus hung in front of the fuzzy wrinkled sac of his balls. "Oh, Wes," purred Riker. "It's beautiful." He reached out to touch it, but Wesley slipped away again. "I have to go now, Commander," said Wes awkwardly, pulling up his pants. "Let me touch it, Wes! For ten more credits!" Again, Wesley paused to consider the offer. "Okay, but just for a moment." Riker fell to his knees before the cadet as Wes pulled his pants down again. Riker gently picked up Wesley's dick in one hand, feeling its smooth warmth. With his other, he reverently cupped Wesley's balls, using his thumb to gently roll them in his palm. "Let me suck it, Wes. Just a little! Please!" Wes stepped back again, his genitals flopping out of Riker's hand. Before he could protest further, Riker blurted, "Twenty credits! I'll give you twenty credits. Just for a suck. A *little* suck." "Okay," relented Wesley. "But fifty. I'm gonna need fifty credits for that." "Okay, okay!" Riker walked forward on his knees, taking Wesley's cock in his hands again. He stroked it a couple times, then paused. Slowly, and with great relish, he took the soft member into his mouth. "Mmmm," he murmured, bobbing his head back and forth. Wesley instantly started to lose himself in the warmth enveloping his dick. He felt his pulse quicken, moving past his already jackhammer speed, into the warp range. Fearing he'd lose control completely, he stepped back in panic. "I ... I ... I have to go ..." He stumbled out the door as he struggled to pull up his pants. ***** "I can't believe it, Mordock. Commander Riker actually came on to me." Wes had his subspace headset on once again, and was speaking to his far-away friend. He was sitting up on his bed, naked, legs spread, stoking his hard cock. "That is unusual behavior for a Starfleet officer," commented Mordock. "Even if he is no longer in your chain of command." "But it got me thinking," continued Wes. "If there are many more like him, this could be the beginning of a whole new line of work for our 'Teen Services'!" Remembering Commander Riker's warm lips around his shaft, Wesley quickly shot another load onto his belly. ***** "Thanks for letting me wash the shuttle-pods for you, Commander," said Wes, smiling a bit sheepishly at Commander LaForge. He stood before the senior engineer barefoot, wearing only shorts and a tee shirt. "I know the automated program could do it just as easily, and you're just hiring me as a favor." "No problem, Wes," replied Geordi. "I never liked the way those sonic thingamajigs cleaned anyway. As far as I'm concerned, nothing beats a little soap and water." As Geordi turned to leave the shuttle-bay, Wesley connected a hose to a faucet and began filling a bucket. Sudsy water soon spilled over the side. Wes then turned the spray of water on the shuttle. As he wet it down, a fine mist drifted back over him, soaking him to the skin. Lifting a soapy sponge from the bucket, he proceeded to wipe and scrub the shuttle from stem to stern. Soon, he was wearing as much suds as the shuttle. He was going over the front viewscreen one more time when LaForge returned. "Don't mind me," said the engineer. "I just have to run some internal diagnostics. You keep going." With that, Geordi opened the rear hatch and entered the vessel. At the front of the shuttle, Wesley was standing on a short stool, but it was still a long reach to wash the very top of the screen. In the cockpit, on the other side of the window, Geordi watched as Wesley pushed his crotch against the screen while reaching. His wet shorts were now nearly transparent, and the friction was causing the cheerleader's dick to stiffen. The view had a similar effect on Geordi. Stepping outside, LaForge quietly picked up the discarded hose and crept around to the front. He paused a moment to study Wesley's ass as the cadet bent over in pursuit of a smudge of dirt, his wet shorts clinging to him insistently. Turning on the nozzle, Geordi blasted Wesley's butt from behind. "Hey!" cried Wesley. He turned, only to be blasted in the crotch by the same stream of water, before Geordi shut it off, giggling. "What's the big idea?" complained Wesley, a grudging smile creeping onto his face. His nipples were now stiff against the cold water, and his cock was undeniably -- unhideably -- stiff in the front of his shorts. "Just having a little fun, Cadet," said Geordi, wagging the floppy end of the hose suggestively. "You look cold. You should get out of those wet things." "But I've got work to do," replied Wes, teasingly. "Well, you don't have to clock out. I'll still pay you. Now, you really should take those wet clothes off." A knowing smile on his lips, Wesley pulled his soaking wet tee shirt off over his head. Bringing his arms down, he ran one of his palms over his stiff nips, tweaking each one. He moved his hands lower, groping his stiff cock through wet shorts. The head of his cock came into view as he pushed the shorts down to his ankles and kicked them off. They landed on the deck a few meters away with a wet slap. Naked now, Wes stroked his stiff dick as he smiled at LaForge. "See anything you like, Commander?" Geordi was groping his own swollen member through his black Starfleet- issue pants as he watched the show. "Wes, this visor of mine is picking up all kinds of things I like." The engineer stepped forward, and Wes braced himself for the expected assault on his dick -- manual or oral. What he did not expect was for Geordi to wrap him up in his arms and plant a kiss on his lips. "Mmph!" was all Wes could say as Geordi pushed him roughly up against the shuttle. Breaking his lip-lock, Geordi planted kisses down Wesley's neck. "Oh, yes," Wesley was surprised to hear himself moan. LaForge kissed his way across Wesley's nipples and down his belly, pausing to plumb the depth of his navel with his tongue. Reaching a furry nest of pubes, Geordi pushed Wes's cock to the side and began nibbling he way up from the base. Reaching its purple head, he swiped several hot beads of clear fluid off the tip with his tongue, then opened wide to swallow the whole thing. Wesley put his arms up over his head and flailed about against the shuttle as the engineer fellated him. Geordi then ran one of his hands up the inside of Wesley's fuzzy thigh. Pausing to massage the student's balls, Geordi slid higher, into the tight crevice of Wesley's ass. Wes reflexively clenched his butt cheeks together before relaxing enough to let Geordi's hand explore further. Finding the wrinkled orifice of Wesley's asshole, Geordi slipped a finger inside as he maintained suction on Wesley's dick. As he continued to wiggle his finger inside Wesley's asshole, Geordi pulled Wes's cock out of his mouth and began stroking it. "C'mon, Wes. Give it to me. Gimme that hot load!" "Agghh!" As Geordi egged him on, Wesley came with tremendous force. Geordi held Wes's cock steady before his face and let the cum splash across his visor. Thick gobs of it clung to the visor's vertical ridges or hung ponderously from its lower edge. Meanwhile, Geordi milked the last few drops from Wesley's dick, catching them on his tongue. Breathing heavily with exhaustion, Wesley looked down at the commander's face. Seeing the condition of his visor, Wes remarked, "That's gonna be a bitch to clean." ***** The next day, Wesley was helping Keiko O'Brien move a number of boxes. "Thanks a lot, Wes," she smiled as he stumbled into the O'Brien living room with the last load. "Miles and I have been married long enough, I think, that it's time I got the last of my things out of storage." She picked up a padd and consulted her inventory list. "I just need to bring a few small items from the botanical lab. While I'm gone, do me a favor and stack these boxes against the wall. And no peeking," she teased. "Especially this one. It's private," she added with a seductive wink, patting the top of a medium-sized gray box. Twenty minutes later, Wesley had finished his task, but still Keiko was nowhere to be seen. He sat on the couch, alone in the empty room. He stared obsessively at the box Keiko had so pointedly told him not to look into. His curiosity finally got the better of him, and he opened it up. Sitting on top of the rest of the contents in the box was another padd. He turned it on and found a single file inside, with no password protection. The file held photos, and Wesley nearly squealed out loud when he saw what they were of. Or rather, who. They were photos of Keiko herself. In the early ones she was dressed in a variety of skimpy outfits -- bikinis and lingerie. What's more, she was in very seductive poses and flirting with the camera. Wes quickly flipped through the collection. Past the photos with skimpy outfits, he found ones where Keiko was topless. He paused a moment, reconciling in his mind the naked tits in the photo with the woman who had just left the room. Further on in the file, however, she was completely nude. As the familiar discomfort in his crotch grew stronger, Wesley freed his stiffening cock and began stroking it as he looked. At first Keiko was in a few demure poses -- a bent thigh discreetly hiding her more private parts. But then she spread her legs, prying her pink pussy wide open. In other photos, she was on her knees, pulling her butt-cheeks apart, her ass gaping open wide enough that you could nearly see her tonsils. Wes stroked his hardening cock even faster. "Well, hello again, Wes. Find something you like?" At the unexpected sound of Keiko's voice, Wes bounced half a meter off the couch, and the padd went flying. "M-M-Mrs. O'Brien!" He bounded to his feet and did an awkward dance as he struggled to shove his hopelessly engorged dick back into his pants. "I was just ... I'm sorry ... I was ..." "It's okay," said Keiko, amused but trying to be reassuring. She moved to his side. Placing her arm on his shoulder, she coaxed him back onto the couch. As they both sat down, her other hand wrapped itself around the base of his shaft. Feeling its size and firmness, she quipped, "I'm glad to see you liked what you saw." Wesley only stared in shocked silence. "Tell me, Wes. Would you like to see the real thing?" Without waiting for a response, Keiko sat back and opened her blouse. Tossing it aside, she reached behind and undid the clasp of her frilly brassiere. The shoulder straps slackened, and she watched Wesley watching her for a moment before shrugging her shoulders and letting the garment fall free. Wesley drew a raspy breath as he saw Keiko's lovely breasts come into view. Despite his shock and embarrassment, his hand returned to his cock and began pumping. Keiko gently pulled his hand away. "Wait a moment, Wes. I have a better idea." She stood before him and pushed her skirt to the floor. "Do you like my panties?" she asked, mercilessly teasing him by pulling the lacey material tight, causing it to disappear between her labia. Pushing her panties off as well, she stood before Wesley, nearly naked. She seductively placed one of her feet -- with strappy high- heels -- on the couch next to Wes. "I'm gonna leave the heels on, 'cause I think they're sexy. Don't you?" Wesley nodded. "But those clothes aren't very sexy on you, Sweetie," said Keiko. "How quickly can you get undressed?" Wesley still did not speak, afraid somehow that if he did, the magic spell that created this fantasy for him would come to a crashing end. What he did do is get undressed at warp speed. He stood before Keiko completely naked, his rock-hard enthusiasm pointing directly at her. Keiko pushed him to the floor. Climbing on top of him, she joked, "You still just have your learner's permit. Better let me drive." Positioning her cunt atop his throbbing dick, she slowly impaled herself on him. "Ohhh," they both moaned together. Knees on either side of Wes, her hands on his shoulders for support, Keiko began riding him like a bucking bronco. Her thighs slapped Wesley's loudly as she bounced up and down. Wesley's eyes rolled back into his head as ecstasy took over. "Like fucking my wife's pussy, do ya, Son?" Wesley opened his eyes to see Chief Miles O'Brien standing in the doorway. "Aagghh!" he screamed, and started to squirm, but Keiko wouldn't let him up. Instead, she squeezed her pussy muscles tighter around his cock and fucked him harder. The sensory and emotional onslaught was more than he could bear, and he climaxed inside Keiko. "Ugghh!" He grabbed onto Keiko hard as his hips bucked uncontrollably up into her. Keiko rested her head against his shoulder, lightly kissing him. "It's okay, Wesley. It's okay. Mister O'Brien just wants to join us, don't you, Sweetie?" "It's the least you could let me do, after cheating on me, you filthy whore," said Miles jokingly. Wesley's mind spun out of control, as he was still not sure what was going on around him. Miles quickly stripped off his gold engineering duds and stood naked before the two of them. Wesley's eyes trailed down the Chief's body, noting that the curly blond hair that covered his head also covered his chest and crotch as well. And rising from that curly blond crotch was quite possibly the largest member Wesley had ever seen. Although Miles and Keiko clearly loved each other, Wes had always thought they were a bit of an odd couple. Perhaps he was seeing one reason Keiko enjoyed her husband so much. Speaking of Keiko, she refused to let him slip out of her, and instead began moving herself up and down on his semi-hard cock. As evidence of his first climax leaked out of her, her motions caused him to stiffen once again. "Please, Honey," she said to her husband. "Let me have another ride." "No problem, Love," replied Miles. He climbed between the two, facing Wesley. "Anyway, by the look in the lad's eye, I think he fancies a taste." O'Brien seemed to know Wesley's desires more than Wesley himself. Wes eyed the engorged member bobbing before him, and breathed in the wave of musk that washed over his face. Miles pushed his hips a bit closer, and Wes opened his mouth instinctively. O'Brien's dick was by far the largest Wes had ever tried to swallow, and its very size made it seem strangely alien -- unlike any dick he'd had before. He took the head into his mouth, slowly taking more and more, until he was full. Still, he was only halfway down the length of the shaft. Miles placed his hands on the back of Wes's head and pushed, gently but firmly, slipping his member past Wesley's gag reflex. "Mmphgh!" The cadet let out a cough, and a line of saliva slipped out of each corner of his mouth, but Miles continued to fuck his throat. Meanwhile, Keiko continued to fuck Wesley's cock, having not let him rest since his first orgasm. She fondled her husband's ass and balls from behind while bouncing up and down on Wesley's shaft. "Oh, Honey, he feels so good inside me. I'm glad you let me 'hire' him." "Every bit as good, I'm sure, as his mouth feels on my dick, Baby. Here we go, Cadet. Time to earn your pay." With a grunt, Miles climaxed inside Wesley's mouth, pumping his warm Irish cream down the lad's throat. Wes could hold back no longer, and he came as well, letting out a gargling sound as he tried to simultaneously swallow Miles' load and suck in a much-needed breath. Keiko responded by grasping his dick in her pussy with a stranglehold as she too came. She clawed at her husband's back and writhed spastically as Wesley shot his second load inside her. As the three of them lay together on the living room floor, Keiko lovingly brushed Wesley's sweat-soaked hair back from his forehead. "Thanks, Wesley. For a job well done." (End of Part One of Two) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: