Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.pas.earthlink.net!elnk-pas-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!pd7cy1no!shaw.ca!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" 2/2 (Wes/many) [NC-17] Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 338 Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2004 01:55:10 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1104198910 209.198.142.218 (Mon, 27 Dec 2004 20:55:10 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2004 20:55:10 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:86381 X-Received-Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2004 17:55:32 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: 2/2 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 (Continued from Part One) The next evening, Wesley sat happily at his desk in his guest quarters. Reviewing his financial status, he was pleased to see he was almost halfway to his goal -- and all by having the most fun of his life. Just then, his comm-panel buzzed. He pushed a button. "Yes?" "Wesley, it's Counselor Troi. I wonder if you might give me some assistance in my cabin." Moments later, Wesley buzzed outside Deanna Troi's quarters. The door slid open and he stepped inside. The lights were unexpectedly low. "Counselor?" he called into the darkness. "Hello, Wesley." Counselor Troi emerged from the shadows. She was not in uniform, or one of her usual outfits. She was wearing a sexy short white dress which showed off her ample cleavage and round ass quite well. "Wha-what can I do for you, Ma'am?" Deanna sat down on a loveseat and seductively crossed her legs. As she did so, Wes caught an unmistakable view of her dark pussy hair. He swallowed hard as Deanna answered. "First of all, you can stop calling me 'Ma'am'. You keep that up, and I'll have to give you a spanking." Deanna raised a thoughtful finger to her chin as she considered this. "Which isn't necessarily a bad idea. Anyway, I won't beat around the bush." She paused and smirked at her own double entendre. "I called you here because Mrs. O'Brien said you were very good with *boxes*." She uncrossed her legs, giving Wes another clear view. "Wes, I'd like you to help me with *my* box. Can you do that?" Wesley swallowed again as his ever-popular dick sprang to attention. "Yes, Ma'am, I certainly can!" "Good. Now, go ahead and strip." She stood and walked toward him as he began struggling out of his clothes. Moments later, he stood awkwardly as Deanna walked around him, inspecting. She caressed his bare buttocks. "Grab your knees, Cadet. I warned you about calling me 'Ma'am'." Wesley did as he was told, and Deanna, with surprising fierceness, slapped her bare hand against his ass. "Ugh!" A cry escaped Wesley's mouth. He was better prepared for the next blow, and the next. After half a dozen smacks, Deanna was satisfied as Wesley's ass began to blush. Deanna moved around him again, standing in front of him. She undid the front of her dress, allowing it to fall open. Wesley took in the wonderful view as the counselor's bare breasts hung enticingly before him. She moved with seductive grace to the loveseat once more. Sitting down, she spread her legs, allowing the white material to fall to either side of her creamy thighs. Running a finger up and down her moist slit, she asked, "Have you ever eaten pussy, Wesley." "Yes, M- ... " He stopped himself before repeating the offending word. "Yes, I have." "Show me." Wesley moved eagerly between the Beatazoid's thighs. Deanna closed her eyes and rolled her head as she felt his tongue on her. She spread her legs wider and began fingering her clit as Wesley licked her pussy from top to bottom. "Inside, Wesley," she said in a hot whisper. "Push your tongue inside me!" Wesley obeyed, and the counselor's breaths grew faster and shallower. "That's it, that's it, that's it ..." she kept repeating, more as a mantra to herself than instruction to Wes. "Uh, uh, uh, ohhh ...!" She clamped her thighs around his head and seized handfuls of his short hair as orgasm overcame her. Moments later, she relaxed and sank back into the cushions of the loveseat as her climax gently ebbed. "He's surprisingly good, isn't he?" Both Deanna and Wesley turned toward the voice -- Deanna smiling, Wesley surprised. Keiko O'Brien stepped from the dark doorway of Deanna's bedroom. She was already completely naked. Wesley couldn't help thinking that the O'Briens had a strange habit of sneaking up on him. "He's quite good," answered Deanna thickly. "I do so have a passion for virile young men." In answer to his unspoken question, Deanna said to Wes, "Like I said, it was Keiko who told me how much fun you were. And since you're no stranger to threesomes with Keiko, I thought I'd invite her along tonight. You don't mind, do you?" she asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. "Virile is right," said Keiko, coming up behind Wesley and wrapping her arms around him. Grabbing his cock, she stroked it in Deanna's direction. "He's like a little energizer tribble -- he keeps going, and going, and going!" She kissed and licked Wesley's ear as she pointed his hard cock at Deanna's pussy. "Do you want to fuck the counselor?" she asked teasingly. "Y-yes, I do!" "Horny little cadet, aren't you?" continued Keiko. "Betazoids are very demanding lovers. Do you think you're up to it?" Wesley nodded. "Y-yes!" Keiko pulled back from him and slapped him on the ass. "Then go get 'er, Tiger!" Wesley mounted the writhing counselor, who had been toying with her clit the entire time. She fairly growled as he climbed on top of her. As soon as the very tip of his cock was nudged inside her, she wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him all the way inside. Bucking her hips like an animal, she began furiously fucking the young stud. "Warned ya!" said Keiko with a giggle. While saying this, she climbed atop the fucking couple, straddling them in the loveseat, her ass in Deanna's face and her pussy facing Wes. "Time to learn how to multi- task, Cadet! Eat my pussy!" She pulled Wesley into her wet muff and began humping his face. Thrown off his stride, Wesley paused in his thrusting. "Don't stop!" ordered Deanna, pulling him against her with her powerful thighs. Wesley struggled for a moment, before finding a new rhythm. A few more minutes of having both his face and his cock buried in hot pussy was all that he could stand. He whimpered as he climaxed inside Deanna's cunt, filling her to overflowing. But the girls wouldn't let him off until they had achieved what they were after. Deanna mercilessly fucked his still-hard cock while frigging her clit. As waves of ecstasy washed over her, she held fast to Wesley, pinning him inside her. Almost simultaneously, Keiko climaxed on Wesley's tongue, her warm juices running down his chin. Only when they were both thoroughly sated did they release their worn- out nouveau-gigolo. ***** Wesley sat at a table in Ten Forward with his mother, Doctor Beverly Crusher. "How have you been getting along?" she asked. "Oh, fine," he said vaguely. "I hear you've been taking on new jobs." "What! What did you hear?" he asked nervously. "Nothing. Just that you've been taking on odd jobs to earn some credits. I think that's great." "Odd jobs," smirked Wesley. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." Just then, Data and Worf happened by. "Good evening, Doctor, Cadet. May we join you?" asked the android. "Of course, Data," answered Doctor Crusher. "Pull up a chair." The science officer and security officer each sat down at the table. Data continued, "I wanted to say hello to you, Wesley, since I have not seen you yet since your visit started." "I'm afraid that's my fault," replied Beverly. "He needs some credits for a field trip, and I told him he had to earn them himself. Apparently he's been very busy." "Yes," agreed Data, looking at Wesley. "You do look tired." "Are you sure you haven't been pushing yourself too hard?" asked Wesley's now-concerned mother. "Oh, no, Mom. I'm fine." "I've *heard* of your so-called Teen Services," said Worf with a frightening leer. "Perhaps *I* could avail myself of your services?" Wesley looked at Worf and swallowed in fear. "No thank you, Worf. I don't think I could take ... uh, I don't think I need anymore jobs." Just then, Wesley's comm-badge chirped. The computer said, "Private message for Cadet Wesley Crusher." "Excuse me," said Wesley, as he quickly and thankfully got up to leave. ***** Later that evening, Wesley cautiously entered the equipment room behind the gymnasium. "Commander? Commander Riker?" he called out. No one seemed to be around. "I'm wearing my cheerleader uniform, just like you asked me to." "Thanks, Wesley. You look great." Wesley spun around to see Commander Riker emerge from a small office. He was wearing his Parrises Squares uniform, with one notable exception. His cod-piece was missing, and Riker's fully-erect cock bobbed provocatively before him. "I'm so glad you decided to come." "What can I say?" responded Wesley. "You made me an offer I couldn't refuse." "Computer, music," called Riker. A funky mix of 1970s era Earth music suddenly began oon-chaka-ing and wa-wa-ing from speakers on a nearby console. Riker approached Wesley. "I remember back in my own Academy days. Playing Parrises Squares and checking out the cheerleaders on the side lines." Wrapping his arms around Wes, Riker ran his hands down and squeezed his butt. Grasping the bottom of Wesley's sweater, he raised it up to the top of his chest, without actually slipping it off. Leaning down, he tongued and licked each of Wesley's nipples. He then nipped at them, and Wesley cried out like a puppy whose tail had been stepped on. Riker kissed his way down the familiar stomach to the waistband of Wesley's pants. Pulling them down, Riker smiled as Wesley's stiffening dick popped into view. Cupping his balls, Riker took Wes's cock into his mouth, and Wesley moaned as the pleasant warmth enveloped him once again. The two of them spread out on the floor, and Riker turned himself around so Wesley could take him in a sixty-nine. Wesley swallowed Riker's cock eagerly. It was smaller than O'Brien's, and it seemed to fit in his mouth nicely. Nevertheless, the pads of Riker's uniform were bothersome, and Wesley began stripping them off the commander. They each shed the rest of their clothing and re-engaged with each other, both now completely nude. Riker lay flat with Wesley squatting over him and suckled Wes's cock like a large teat. Pulling the cadet's naked ass down on top of him, he sucked his balls and perineum before his searching tongue found Wesley's asshole. Wesley drew a sharp breath as Riker's tongue snaked inside him, and the hardness of Wesley's cock increased from steel to diamond. Getting up on his knees behind the cadet, Riker pushed Wes's shoulders forward to the floor. With Wesley's ass thus presented to him, Riker resumed his annilingus, opening Wesley's hole ever wider with his powerful tongue. Wetting two fingers with spit, Will slipped them inside his young partner. Wesley moaned as his asshole gripped Riker's fingers tightly. Will leaned close to Wesley's ear as he pistoned his fingers in and out. "Are you ready for a hard cock in your ass?" he hissed. A barely audible, "Yes," escaped Wesley's lips. Riker aligned his hips behind Wesley and leaned into him. Reaching between their legs, Riker grasped both cocks in his fist and pumped them together. After a few strokes, Wesley felt himself too near the edge. He put his hand on top of Will's to stop him. "Please, don't." Riker released Wesley's cock and took his own in his hand, dragging it back across Wesley's balls and up and down the crack of his ass. Pausing over the saliva-lubed hole, Riker pushed the head of his cock inside. Another moan escaped the cheerleader as the commander pushed harder, slowly but inexorably sliding his shaft into Wes. Riker paused when he reached the bottom of his stroke, and rested with his groin pressed against Wesley's ass. Slowly, he drew back. Then forward. Gradually he worked up an ever-increasing rhythm. Soon, he was pounding away at Wesley's ass, the sound of slapping flesh filling the musty back room. Little did Riker realize that this was the fulfillment of many adolescent fantasies of Wes's. He had idolized Riker for many reasons, not the least of which was the raw sexual energy which -- to the confused and often lonely child prodigy, at least -- seemed to envelop the first officer. Relishing the hard cock buried in his ass, Wesley closed his eyes in ecstasy as his own cock -- completely untouched -- flexed and shot its hot load onto the dank floor. As Wesley's ass constricted around his cock, Will pushed hard and deep one last time as he too climaxed and spewed into Wesley's behind. Several times, his pelvis bucked hard against Wesley's cheeks, each thrust depositing another spurt. Finally, Riker's tremors subsided, and he rested heavily against his sweaty friend. With a wet suck, he slowly pulled his semi-erect cock from Wesley's ass. "Turn around," he instructed. Wesley obediently turned and sat back on his knees before Riker, his own puddle of spooge beneath him. Tiredly, Will rose to his feet. He pointed his just-removed cock at Wes and said, "Suck it." Again, Wesley obeyed, taking the pungent member into his mouth without hesitation. He laved his tongue over it and sucked hard, making the first officer stiff again in no time. The random licking and sucking of his wandering tongue gave way to a methodical up-and- down action as Wesley easily deep-throated the slick shaft. He raised his hands, playing with Will's sac with one hand, while the index finger of the other toyed with Riker's own hole. Will's labored breathing betrayed his impending eruption, and Wesley sucked eagerly for the sticky follow-up to the earlier load shot in his ass. He was not disappointed, as Riker shot a seemingly equal amount down his eager throat. The two of them lay together in their warm spot in the middle of an otherwise cold floor. "So," asked Riker. "Do you have enough credits for your trip?" "I think so," replied Wesley. "But I'd like to travel first-class. So to be sure, we'd better go again." (End of Part Two of Two) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: