Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!bigfeed2.bellsouth.net!news.bellsouth.net!cyclone1.gnilink.net!gnilink.net!peer01.cox.net!cox.net!border2.nntp.dca.giganews.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 TNG: "MILF 2: The Prequel" 1/1 (P/C) [NC-17] Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 216 Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2004 12:55:02 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1098017702 209.198.142.218 (Sun, 17 Oct 2004 08:55:02 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2004 08:55:02 EDT Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:85120 X-Received-Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2004 05:55:05 PDT (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: MILF 2: The Prequel Author: longbeachtrekstar ( longbeachtrekstar @ yahoo . com ) Series: TNG Codes: P/C Rating: NC-17 Parts: 1/1 Warnings: Pregnant sex. Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek. This is not for profit, just for fun. Archiving: ASCEM, others please ask. Feedback: Yes please, here or by email. Notes: Inspired by my first MILF story, but not nearly as silly. A sort-of flashback, with Alyson Hannigan as a younger Beverly and Tom Hardy as a younger Jean-Luc. Summary: Confirms some long-held suspicions about Wesley's parentage. "MILF 2: The Prequel" by longbeachtrekstar, October 2004 Ensign Beverly Crusher stood before the full-length mirror in her quarters. She had just gotten out of her morning bath and was inspecting her nude image in the glass. At the moment, she loved her breasts. She was pleasantly surprised at how large yet firm her tits had become. Very soon, they would likely grow too large for her taste, and even start to sag, but she loved them as they were right now. She turned slightly and looked over her shoulder. Her butt too was in fine form, quite youthful, and firm to the touch -- which she verified with a squeeze to her right cheek, followed by a light pat. Beverly now ran her hands lovingly over her protruding round belly. Only six weeks to go now. Motherhood truly was beautiful, and even she could see and admire her glow via the mirror. Her hand slipped lower, sliding under the smooth curve of her belly, and down to the warmth between her legs. She began gently stroking her sensitive lips, pushing a fingertip just inside the outer folds. Despite her typical outwardly demure appearance, she was presently a cauldron of raging hormones. It now took her many sessions of vigorous masturbation just to get through the day. She pushed the finger a little deeper and began stroking a bit faster. Putting her opposite hand against the mirror for support, she closed her eyes and tossed her head back, her beautiful auburn locks cascading over her bare shoulders as rapture approached. As a climax overcame her, her knees grew weak and her legs trembled. "God, you're beautiful when you do that." The shriek that leapt from Beverly's lips could have broken the very mirror she stood before. She spun around at the sound of the unexpected voice. "Jean-Luc! I didn't hear you come in." "I didn't want to disturb you." Lieutenant Picard stood in the doorway of the bedroom, a smug grin on his face. Arms and legs crossed, he leaned nonchalantly against the threshold, his red Starfleet jacket hanging open. "I just thought I'd pop by to see how you were doing. I'm on my lunch break. But apparently you just got up." "I'm on medical leave, mister." She took on a false air of aloofness. "I can get up whenever I want to." She smiled coyly and crossed the floor toward her admirer. "And you just thought you'd 'pop by' and *spy* on me, after my morning bath. Naughty, naughty. A Starfleet officer should be more of a gentleman." She said the last as she brushed right up against the lieutenant. "I've always been gentleman enough for you before," he muttered. Shucking his jacket and taking her roughly in his arms, he pushed his lips against hers. "Oh, Jean-Luc," Bev muttered in response, her arms wrapping around his back. He took fistfuls of her long red hair in his hands, pulling her head back as he broke their lip-lock and trailed a line of kisses down the nape of her neck. Beverly went limp in his arms, and he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. "Quite a gig you've got going on here," teased Picard. "Lying about, just taking baths and pleasuring yourself." He placed her in the center of the bed and hovered over her. She took his hand and placed it atop her moist pussy. "*You* pleasure me so much better." He let his fingers stroke her a bit, then straightened up. He stood over her imposingly as she stared up at him. She watched dreamily as he did a striptease before her. Opening his shirt, he slid it off his shoulders and tossed it to the floor, beside his jacket. His boots came off next, and then Beverly swallowed hard as she both saw and heard his pants open. Pushing them down his legs, he kicked them aside. Hooking his thumbs under his briefs, he was just about to pull them down as well when Bev put her hand on top of his. "No, let me," she leered. Jean-Luc smiled and withdrew his hands. Laying her palm flat against his crotch, Beverly began massaging him through the briefs. Already semi-hard, the cylindrical shape of his manhood soon became apparent beneath the cloth, growing ever larger. As it grew, it rotated from the six o'clock position to high noon, coaxed along by the young ensign's eager hand. Once the lieutenant's shaft neared its maximum hardness, the young mom-to-be slid her fingers beneath the briefs and pulled out the shaft. She giddily fisted it up and down, watching the clear lube bead up on the tip before trailing off over the head and down the shaft. "That's awesome, Jean-Luc. I love your hard cock! "Go ahead and suck it!" Beverly wrapped her lips around the head and slid her mouth down the shaft. After a few preparatory sucks, she deep-throated him down till her nose felt his wiry hairs. The hand she'd been using to stroke him she now used to fondle his balls, while the other reached around to grab hold of his ass. Jean-Luc began moving his hips back and forth, as the fertile ensign laved her tongue over his shaft. He felt an impending climax rising in his loins and pulled out of her mouth with a pop. "No, please," she begged. "I want it. I want to taste it." Jean-Luc relented, and she took him back into her mouth. Again, the tingling began in his balls and his shaft. Beverly was an expert with her tongue. Neither man nor woman (nor beast, it was rumored. One time, at band camp ... ) could long resist her oral magic. With a sudden groan, Jean-Luc tensed and released himself into her mouth. Beverly coughed slightly as she swallowed him down. She slowly pulled off him, taking his shaft in her hand again. She slid the tip across her right cheek as she did so, leaving a shiny trail. Picard bent down and kissed her on the mouth. He trailed kisses down her neck once more, until he reached one of her breasts. He massaged it as he sucked the nipple gently between his lips. It responded immediately. His opposite hand slid across her round stomach and down between her legs, which she was opening wide for him. "I want you inside me," she whispered hotly. "You're sure it's okay?" "It'll be fine. C'mon!" Beverly lay back on the bed, and Jean-Luc climbed on top of her. They both moaned as he slid inside and gently began rocking back and forth. "Harder. Fuck me harder!" As Bev wrapped her legs around his back, Jean-Luc began thrusting more intensely. He remained ever mindful, however, not to pound too hard, no matter what the horny redhead shouted. He bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth once again, and sucked hard. Beverly took the other one into her own mouth, sucking and biting until she released it as she cried out in ecstasy. Spurred on by Beverly's orgasm beneath him, Jean-Luc came yet again. After his first contraction, he pulled out and spilled the rest of his seed on top of her. With her navel full, and streams of semen running down the sides of her stomach, her belly looked like a veritable volcano of fertility. Sweaty and spent, Jean-Luc flopped down in the sheets beside her. Beverly got up and washed, then climbed quickly back into bed. The two of them lay quietly next to each other for a time, Jean-Luc running his hand gently over Beverly's stomach. Finally, he said, "I should get back to work." "No." Bev put a hand on top of his. "Stay. Just a few more minutes." Jean-Luc relaxed against her once more and resumed his soft caress. "Have you picked out a name?" "Mm-hmm. 'Wesley', after Jack's father." "Where is Jack, nowadays?" "Still in QA/QC. Right now he's on a shakedown cruise aboard the Essex. Be back in a few days." "You have to tell him, Beverly." "No!" Bev raised her head off the pillow. "I won't tell him. We've talked about this." "But he deserves to know the truth about his kid." "He can't! It'll kill him!" Bev put her head back down and closed her eyes. "You've known him longer, but you don't know him like I do. All he's ever wanted was a son. He was crushed last year, when the doctors told us he was sterile... Then, when I got pregnant, he assumed it was his -- by some miracle or something. His wish to be a father blinded him to the obvious." "But there'll be tests. He's gonna find out." "I'm a doctor -- or will be soon. I'll take care of the tests." She looked Jean-Luc in the eye. "Promise me you'll never tell him!" Jean-Luc let out a long slow sigh. "Okay, I promise." "Never?" "Never." (End) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: