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: 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: