Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!prodigy.com!atl-c02.usenetserver.com!news.usenetserver.com!peer01.cox.net!cox.net!border2.nntp.dca.giganews.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.newshog.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: "Weslina" 1/1 (Wes (f), au, challenge) [NC-17] Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 192 Date: Thu, 23 Sep 2004 04:55:02 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: newshog.newsread.com 1095915302 209.198.142.218 (Thu, 23 Sep 2004 00:55:02 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 23 Sep 2004 00:55:02 EDT Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:84724 X-Received-Date: Wed, 22 Sep 2004 21:55:03 PDT (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Weslina Author: longbeachtrekstar ( longbeachtrekstar @ yahoo . com ) Series: TNG Codes: Wes (f), au, challenge Rating: NC-17 Parts: 1/1 Warnings: Wesley! In a dress! A gingham dress! (Why, I don't know. Maybe I have a Laura Ingalls fetish?) 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: Stephen's "The Other Sex" challenge. I wish I could have come up with a better title. Summary: Wesley is as annoying with a whatchamacallit as he is with a "Weslina" by longbeachtrekstar, September 2004 "Perimeter alert, Captain!" cried the girl in the gingham dress. "Weslina. You shouldn't touch it," Doctor Crusher scolded. "Get off the bridge! Both of you!" cried the Captain. "We have a perimeter alert, Sir," acknowledged Worf. "As my daughter tried to tell you," snipped Crusher as the turbolift doors closed. ***** Inside the lift, the girl pouted. "I'm sorry." "I told you this would happen," lectured the Doctor. "You're old enough for the Academy, Weslina. You should know how to act around officers by now." The car stopped, and the doors opened. "I have to go back to Sickbay. Go to our quarters and work on your homework. I'll meet you there later." ***** Weslina entered her quarters and flopped into an easy chair with a sigh. She absently fingered one of her padds, reviewing her assignments. The current course work was so mind-numbingly boring to the wunderkind and her advanced intellect that she could barely stand to look at it. She'd much rather look at some porn. Weslina accessed the computer, hacking into Doctor Crusher's account. She found it hard to believe that her mother hadn't realized that she'd been doing this for quite a while. Weslina found it even harder to believe that her mother had such an extensive collection of Klingon gay porn. Username: crusherb Password: weslina (That was too easy!) She then leafed through the file folders, coming to rest on one labeled "pr0n". Inside that, she opened one of her favorite hologram videos -- "Kahless's Anal Warriors". She settled back in the chair as the images of the holo-vid flickered into view, fifty centimeters tall on the coffee table in front of her. Kahless was lecturing his warriors about how lacking in honor they were. (The Klingon playing Kahless really did look like most historical recreations of the Klingon emperor's image. He couldn't act for shit, but he did have the added advantage of an enormous cock.) To shame his honorless soldiers, Kahless commanded each of them to take turns fellating him. He then bent each of them over to violate their rears. Weslina raised her feet up, resting her heels on the edge of her seat. She pulled her long dress over her knees, gathering it around her waist and exposing her panties. Already, a dark spot of wetness was showing through. While one hand held fast to the remote control, Weslina slipped the fingers of the other beneath the stain. There she found a slippery wet puddle of excitement, and she eagerly thrust two fingers deep inside. The action of the hologram slowed, so Weslina hit the fast-forward button, searching for her next favorite scene. The figures moved around like Keystone Kops, and their mouths moved quickly, like ancient silent movies. Weslina resumed normal play. Kahless's followers, now honorable warriors thanks to his personal attention, were vanquishing a large opposing force on the battlefield. Each of the victors then had his way with the losers in one of the largest orgies ever caught on photonic plates. Weslina paused her activity, as the entanglements of her clothing were slowing her down. She stood and pulled her dress off over her head. Her modest tits fell free, as she was currently in the habit of not wearing a bra. (She and her mother had gone round and round over that.) She then stepped out of her panties, nearly falling over as her foot got caught before she could get them entirely off. Satisfactorily naked, she flopped back into her chair and began frigging herself once more. A moment later, she got up again and walked over to the replicator. "Computer, one fifteen-centimeter vibro-rotating Risan dildo." *chirp* "This station is not authorized to provide articles rated NC- 17 without authorization." "Dammit!" *chirp* "Please restate your request." "Go fuck yourself!" *chirp* "This station is not authorized-" "Computer, stop." Thus, Weslina's masturbatory entertainment was momentarily interrupted, as she hacked once more into yet another ship's system. Several minutes later, she had a selection of three dildos in her lap to choose from, along with an ample supply of lube, should the need for it arise. Her sopping pussy would seem to indicate otherwise. Back in her chair, Weslina spread her legs, throwing each one over opposing arms of the chair. Ten centimeters of phallus sank into her depths, and she began pumping it back and forth while twisting her stiff nipples as hard as she could stand -- and even a bit harder. As the squishing sounds of her thrusting merged with her moans, she turned the volume up on the holo-vid. The arousing sounds of Klingon thighs slapping Klingon asses, accompanied by animalistic grunts and growls, filled the room. Dozens of Klingons began climaxing, seemingly spilling their seed all over Doctor Crusher's antique Bajoran coffee table. "Yes! Oh, yes!" moaned Weslina as she began using two hands to work the dildo in and out. She turned on the dildo's rotating function, and the sudden thrill caused her to roll off the chair and onto the floor. Pushing her tits into the carpet, she rose on her knees, thrusting her butt into the air. Still using one hand to fuck herself with the dildo, she now began spanking her ass fiercely with the other. The sharp noise echoed off the walls. The holo-vid -- now ignored -- droned on behind her. All the defeated Klingons had been thoroughly fucked but one, who remained obstinate. Kahless approached the young upstart. "Since thou refuses to submit, thou shalt now feel the full brunt of mine Klingon tool!" (Ugh. Who writes that stuff?) The other warriors then pinned the offender down, as Kahless approached his now-helpless victim for the final scene of the video. Thus did Kahless confirm Klingon superiority over all others, and his own superiority over all Klingons. Beyond the small coffee table where this galactic drama was being acted out (poorly), Weslina lay panting in a puddle of her own juices, the damp carpet sticking to her smooth skin. Suddenly, just beyond the door to the ship's hallway, she heard footsteps... ***** The door slid aside, and Doctor Crusher stepped into the room. There she found Weslina, in her gingham dress, sitting in the easy chair studying a padd. "So, what did you end up doing with yourself today, dear?" "Oh, nothing. Watched, uh, a biology video." "That's good. I'm glad you..." Doctor Crusher stopped short. Peering into the corner, she spied Weslina's discarded panties. "Wessy!" "What?" asked Weslina in sudden fear. "What did I tell you about picking up after yourself? Those," she said, pointing, "go in the laundry." "Oh! Oh, yeah, sure Mom," Weslina replied with a sigh of relief. Doctor Crusher stood staring at her daughter. "What's wrong?" asked Weslina. "Is your dress on backwards?" (End) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: