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Wesley and Deanna by Ann Douglas (mf)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
-WESLEY AND DEANNA-
-A STAR TREK STORY-
Part One
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
The dim lights of Gamma watch illuminated the decks of the
Starship Enterprise as Wesley Crusher walked the halls.
Nearly two hours had passed since he'd left the cabin he
shared with his mother, the Chief Medical Officer of the great
vessel. He hadn't been able to sleep, even thought most of
the enormous crew observed Gamma shift as the official night.
In a few hours, Alpha watch would signal the start of a new
day. Wes's final day on the Enterprise. In less than
forty-eight hours he would be on his way to Earth and
Starfleet Academy.
Had it really been only a few years ago that he'd come on
board as a brilliant but awkward boy. Now he was about to leave
it as a fully grown young man. He would greatly miss the
Enterprise, he knew. Few people got to live on the Flagship
of the Federation Starfleet. Fewer still got to serve on her
as a member of her crew. Yet Wes had done both. His hand
reached up and touched the single disc of a Ensign that he
wore on his uniform. Tomorrow, or more precisely today, he
would be replacing that insignia with that of a Starfleet
Cadet. Hopefully it wouldn't be too long before he would be
able to wear it again.
"I guess I'm not the only one with insomnia tonight." Said a
soft melodious voice from behind Wesley.
Jumping at the sound, it was a second before Wes turned
around. When he did, the sight before him brought a wide
smile to his face.
"Deanna!" The young Ensign exclaimed. "What are you doing up
this time of night?"
"I had an appointment with someone on
Gamma shift." She replied, her voice ringing in his ears.
"And it was easier for me to loose a little sleep than for him
to rearrange his schedule."
"I guess the Ship's Councilor is on duty 24 hours a day."
Wes sheepishly replied.
"I don't mind," The Betazoid continued. "The only drawback
is that once I'm up, I'm up for good. No chance of grabbing a
few more hours sleep."
"Well, I was just talking a last look at everything." Wes
replied. "I'm only now beginning to realize how much I'm
going to miss it all."
"Most people don't realize how much they value something
until they loose it." Deanna said. "But I'm sure once you
complete your Academy training, Captain Picard will request
that you be reassigned to the Enterprise."
"I hope so."
"Do you mind if I walk with you?" Troi asked. "I do enjoy
this time of the day, when the ship's so quiet and peaceful.
But I'll understand if you want to be alone."
"No!" Wesley exclaimed. "I'd really like that."
Deanna smiled as they continued down the long empty corridor.
Talking as they walked, Wes began to
become increasingly away of Deanna's sexual presence. Every
once and a while he found himself gazing down into the
inviting crevice between her large shapely breasts. It had
been a long time since he fantasized about Deanna Troi, but
now that he was about to leave the Enterprise he found that
those fantasies hadn't lost any of their intensity.
He could still remember the first time he had seen her. He
and his Mother had just arrived on the Enterprise from
Farpoint station and he was getting acquainted with their new
quarters. Doctor Crusher had gone directly to Sickbay to
inspect her new domain. That was far more important than
unpacking. When the door chime had rung, Wes simply assumed
it was his Mother returning - instead it had been the Ship's
Counselor coming to pay a social call.
In his mind he could still remember how she looked that day.
The short skirted blue uniform, her really awful, at least in
his opinion, hairstyle. Yet to a young teenage boy, she was
like a Greek goddess. She had quickly introduced herself and
then warmly welcomed him to the Enterprise. Then after asking
Doctor Crusher's location, the Counselor had left as quickly
as she had entered.
So absorbed had the young boy been with the beauty of her
body and the tantalizing scent of her perfume, that he
continued to stare at the now closed door for a full minute
after she'd left. It wasn't until he finally woke from his
trance that he became away of the major erection her closeness
had produced. It was with some embarrassment that he
discovered that he was now being afflicted with that same
reaction.
Deanna was all too aware of Wesley's
growing sexual arousal. She didn't need to see the swelling
bulge in his uniform, her empathic abilities could feel his
rising lust like the crests of a breaking surf. Her face
showed no change as she talked of such mundane things as the
little cafe just outside the Academy grounds that he simply
had to visit. Inwardly, she was grinning broadly. The
increasing waves of sexual energy bringing a wetness between
her legs.
Deanna Troi had long been away of Wesley's fantasies about
her. To be truthful to herself, she had to admit she'd found
his interest exciting. She'd never taken a young man as a
lover before, but it was something she'd seen her mother do
many times before. The sex drive of Betazoid women doubled
and tripled as they grew older. As sexually charged as she
felt lately, Deanna wondered what it would be like when she
reached her mother's age.
"As much as I'm going to miss serving on the Enterprise,"
Wes continued saying. "It's the people that I'm really going
to miss the most. Mom, Geordie, Data, Commander Riker and
Captain Picard. And of course you."
"And I guess you'll miss Ensign Jordan too." Deanna added.
Deanna knew that Wes had been seeing
Carol Jordan on and off for the last few months. In fact she
was sure that the young blonde had taken Wesley's virginity.
The thought caused her nipples to become even more erect and a
tingle to spread around her now moist mound.
"Carol's ok," He replied, clearly
uncomfortable in mentioning the subject. "We just went out a
few times, nothing really became of it."
What Wes really meant was that while he had indeed lost his
cherry to Carol, he had on the whole found it a thoroughly
unrewarding experience. Carol was a nice enough girl, pretty
and bright. But whenever they were together, Wes couldn't
help but feel like he wanted her to be someone else. The
someone he now walked with and wanted to jump right here in
the corridor of D deck, not carrying if he woke the hundreds
of crewmen sleeping behind the closed doors.
Before long they found themselves at the door to Deanna's
quarters. The Counselor stopped and Wes took this as a signal
that she had ended their little nocturnal trek. With a warm
smile and a slight shrug of frustration, he said goodnight and
began to walk away.
"Don't go yet, Wes." Deanna called after him. "I was going
to make myself a little snack. You're welcome to join me."
Deanna didn't need her Betazoid abilities to feel the sudden
rush of emotion that filled Wesley Crusher as he spun on his
heals and turned back toward her cabin. The light in his eyes
and the broadness of his smile said it all.
Wesley quickly followed Deanna into her private quarters. It
was the first time he had ever seen it. Just before he
stepped inside, he couldn't help taking a quick look up and
down the corridor to see of anyone could see them. He found it
hard to stop thinking like that blushing boy of so long ago.
"I'm going to take a minute and change," Deanna said as she
headed for the bedroom. "Why don't you punch up some fruit or
something from the replicator."
"Sure...." Wes stammered, his eyes fixed tightly on the sway
of Deanna's ass as she disappeared through the doorway.
The young Ensign took a few moments to think about what to
order. Then is a sudden burst of courage he asked the computer
for Rigelian Ja'kija Juice. It was a popular non-alcoholic
drink, with a wide reputation as a aphrodisiac. He had never
really had one, but he had once heard Commander Riker telling
another officer about them. If Deanna said anything, he
could always claim ignorance of the drinks notoriety. In a
second, two large glasses of a bright blue liquid had
appeared.
Taking a slight sip from the tall frosty glass, Wesley felt a
sudden light headiness, followed immediately by a sudden flush
throughout his body. Maybe this particular drink wasn't such a
good idea after all. He hadn't realized it could be so
potent.
Before he could change the drink selection, Deanna emerged
from the bedroom. One glance in her direction and Wes forgot
all about the drinks. Gone was the form fitting blue duty
uniform that usually stirred Wesley's and every other able
bodied male's imagination. In its place, Deanna now wore a
beautiful translucent green dress that left very little to the
imagination. Outlined broadly against the soft material,
Deanna's hard nipples stood invitingly. Glancing downward, Wes
could see the dark triangle of the Betazoid's pubic mound.
Totally at a loss for words, He just stood there with the
juice glass in his hand.
The flowing lines of the gown seemed to drift along invisible
currents as Deanna glided across the room. She reached for
the remaining glass in the replicator and gracefully brought
it to her soft red lips. She took a taste, then ran her
tongue across her lips, wiping the small blue drops which had
been left there.
"Mmmm, Ja'kija juice" Deanna purred. "Will Riker always used
to always order this back when we first met. I think he
believed all those stories about it being some kind of
aphrodisiac."
Wes was about to say something about it being pretty strong
stuff when Deanna lifted the glass again and took a long deep
swallow. When she placed it back on the table, Wes was amazed
that it was half empty.
"On Rigel they may considered that pretty potent." She
said. "But on Betazed it hardly qualifies as fruit punch."
Wesley smiled in admiration and carefully took another sip of
his drink. The second rush seemed stronger than the first.
"Maybe we'd better get you something a little more to Terran
tastes." Deanna said as she lifted the glass out of Wes's
hand. "If you drink much more of this I think you'll sleep
away your last day."
When Deanna had leaned over to take the drink, the deep
opening of her garment billowed, giving the young man an
impressive unobstructed look at the charms beneath. Wes knew
if he didn't get out of here soon, he'd burst just from the
friction of his uniform against his hardened cock.
"Wes, it no accident that I ran into you tonight." Deanna
said with a smile. "I really didn't have any late night
appointment."
"You didn't?" Wes replied, confused at her statement.
"I've been aware of your, shall we saw, desire to be more
than just friends, for a long time now. And with you leaving
for the Academy, I thought it might be a good idea for you to
have a chance to get it out of your system. To be honest,
I'm spent many nights wishing I could return your attentions."
For all of his much heralded intelligence, Wesley Crusher had
no idea what he should say. A half hour ago, he wanted to
roll naked on the decks with this beautiful woman. Now that
she was offering herself to him, he felt a sudden hesitation.
What would his mother think?
Deanna could sense his conflict, and knew that his mother was
part of it. She knew, even if Wesley himself hadn't fully
come to realize it as such, that the boy had a strong sexual
desire for his mother. It wasn't that unusual for boys raised
only by a single parent. Not that she blamed him either.
Deanna had long ago developed feelings for Beverly Crusher,
but the time to act on that affection wasn't yet right. She
hadn't had a female lover since Tasha died. Eventually she
would have to do something about it, but for now one Crusher
at a time.
Finally concluding that Wesley would never take that first
step, Deanna reached out and took him into her arms. Her soft
breasts pressed against his chest as her mound fitted against
his hardness. She lifted up his chin and kissed him softly.
"It's your choice, Wes." She whispered softly as she broke
the kiss. "You can stay or go. If you want to go, we'll just
forget this ever happened."
The Ensign looked into her big dark eyes, then down to the
soft whiteness of her breasts. He thought about it for a
second, then buried his face between that softness. A smile
came to Deanna as she ran her fingers through his brown hair
and softly stroked it. She kissed the top of his head, the
around his ear. Finally she lifted his face from her breasts
and kissed him firmly on the lips. In the deep recesses of
her mind, she could feel the enormous release of desire from
Wesley as the reality of his fantasy finally sank in.
Wesley's gray uniform was quickly
discarded. Taking a few moments to fully appreciate his naked
form, Deanna wasn't displeased. True, he was far less
developed than Will Riker or most of the men she had known.
But Wes has a certain charm all his own. His skin was smooth
and hairless. Even around his manhood, the hair was short and
sparse. Fully erect he stood about six and a half inches.
Deanna gently ran her fingers along the length of his cock,
then she took a firm grip on it and began to pump it.
Wesley closed his eyes and sighed in delight at the soft
touch of the Counselor's hand. After only a dozen strokes he
could already feel his boyjuices building up to an explosive
climax. It was already too late to try and hold back. Another
few moments and he would be filling Deanna's hand with his
sticky seed.
The Ensign's brown eyes suddenly popped open in surprise as
the Betazoid's gentle touch was abruptly replaced by something
wet and warm. Looking down, Wesley found his cock engulfed by
Deanna's soft red lips. The soothing pleasure of that mouth
caused a shudder to run through his body. Followed seconds
later by a powerful rush as his very essence ripped though his
cock and discharged into her waiting mouth.
Continuing her sucking motion, Deanna
seemed to draw every drop out of young Ensign Crusher. A
small drop of white fluid escaped her attention and slowly ran
down her chin. Finally, satisfied that Wesley was totally
drained, she let the now semi-soft cock fall from her mouth
and rose again to her feet. She wiped the small white droplet
from her chin and then licked it from her finger.
Wes had a sort of disappointed look on his face, it had all
been over so quickly. Even with Carol he had climaxed long
before he even got her anywhere near her own orgasm.
Deanna smiled and pulled Wesley to her, kissing him hard on
the lips. Wes could taste the saltiness of his cum on her
probing tongue. Once, out of curiosity he had licked it off
his hands after a masturbation session. Mixed with Deanna's
saliva, it tasted quite different.
"Don't be so glum, Mr. Crusher." Deanna said in her best
command voice. "That was just an appetizer."
Wesley's brown eyes lit up at the thought that he hadn't
blown his chance, so to speak. Even his now limp cock seemed
to jump at the thought.
"Few young men your age have any self
control." The Betazed continued as she ran her long red
fingers across his bare chest. "That's why the best thing to
do is to get them off quickly. So that you can take your time
with them while they recharge their batteries."
Deanna grinned at the thought of thousands of tiny little
Wesley cells trying to pump his cock back to life. The battery
analogy was one she'd heard her mother use many times.
Leading Wes over to a soft padded chair and set him down upon
it. Then she took a step back and began to massage her
breasts through the transparent green dress. A heavy sigh
escaped from her lips as she squeezed and lifted the large
globes, her thumbs pressing against the hard nipples. Pulling
back the thin material, Deanna then let her soft globes fall
free.
Wes was practically watering at the mouth at the nearness of
those near perfect breasts. How many times over the years had
he tried to peek down the Counselor's duty uniform, now they
were only a foot away.
"You can touch them if you like?" Deanna say softly as she
lifted them from underneath and offered them to him. "In
fact, if you'd like to kiss them, I wouldn't mind that
either."
The young man didn't hesitate for a second. He leaped forward
and his mouth closed on the closest breast. He was rough at
first, almost as rough as Will Riker had been that first time.
But soon he settled down and began to gently suck the objects
of his desire. Deanna closed her eyes and moaned softy as his
tongue swirled over her nipple again and again. She had to
give the boy credit, he was nothing if not a fast learner.
Shifting his attention to her other breast, Deanna guided his
hand to her first. With her hand covering his, she showed his
how to gently massage it, even as he sucked at the other like
a baby.
The combination of Deanna's body scent and the perfume she
wore was intoxicating to Wesley. He moved from Deanna's nipple
and continued to lick her bare skin until his face was buried
deep within the crevice between her mounds. Deanna pressed
her breasts together, massaging his cheeks with their
softness.
Wesley then began to move downward,
kissing and licking his way until he reached the closely
trimmed black hair surrounding her pubic mound. He kissed the
crest of her prominence and tried to slide his tongue within.
Deanna smiled and laughed softly. She moved to the chair Wes
had vacated and sat down. then she spread her legs as far as
she could and propped them on the armrests. Finally she
reached down and spread the lips of her vagina with her long
soft fingers.
"Try it now, Wes." She said in a melodious voice. "I think
you'll find it a little easier now."
Indeed he did as he dropped to his knees and buried his head
between the Counselors outstretched legs. His tongue mixed
with the soft pinkness of Deanna's pussy, sending ripples of
pleasure radiating outward. With a soft but firm hand, Deanna
guided her young lover to her most sensitive spot. Betazoid
women had a clitoris that was both twice as large and twice as
receptive to stimulation as Earth women. That was one thing
she had always been grateful she had inherited from her
mother's side of the family.
It wasn't long before Wesley's gifted tongue had Deanna
panting for more. With every passing moment, the ripples grew
into waves, then finally into a torrid of delight. Deanna
played with her breasts as Wes tried to bury his face and
energetic tongue deeper within her.
"This boy is a genuine talent." Deanna thought to herself as
she drifted on the waves of passion. "He's almost as good as
Tasha."
The image of the blonde Security Chief's naked body filled
Deanna's mind. A new longing filled her as she remembered the
long passionate nights the two had shared. Comparing Wes's
neophyte tongue to Tasha's was the highest compliment she
could have ever given him. No man or woman had ever brought
her to the heights that Tasha had.
"Enough!" Deanna screamed out in her
mind. "She had to have him inside her now!"
With a sudden shove, the Counselor pushed Wes down on the
carpeted floor and mounted him. She reached behind her and
closed her fingers around his cock. A smile crossed her lips
as she found it was again hard as a rock.
Lifting herself, the dark haired woman positioned her
saturated mound over his arrow like shaft and slowly lowered
herself onto him. Skilled hands carefully guided his cockhead
to the entrance to her tunnel of passion. Then, letting it
part her lips and slide just the slightest bit inside her, she
stopped her descent.
Turning her head again forward, she looked deep into Wesley's
eyes and the look of total rapture on his handsome young face.
Deanna began to rotate her pelvis, causing the walls of her
pussy to
massage the tip of Wes's cock.
She could tell that he was riding conflicting waves of
powerful emotion. On one level he was soaring in a pool of
happiness. His most desired dreams were becoming a reality.
On a second level he burned with the desire to be in control
of the situation, to be able to please her as a man should.
And underneath it all was the adolescent fear that he was in
over his head, that he would be incapable of fulfilling that
task. Well there was one way to show him his worth.
In one sudden motion, Deanna dropped
down, sending his cock deep inside of her. The sudden warm
pressure against his cock sent a loud moan of ecstasy out of
Wesley's mouth. Then a second later his skin felt a rush of
cool air as Deanna began her upward stroke, only to once again
engulf him with her wetness.
Determined to bring Deanna pleasure, Wes reached up and
grabbed the woman by the hips and began to take control of
their motions. Quickly matching her rhythms, Wesley met each
of her downward thrusts with one of his own. His backside
lifted off the floor as he drove his six and a half inches as
far within her as he could. With Deanna maintaining a tight
grip on him as strong as the one he held on her, the actual
distance each of them moved was now confined to only a few
inches. But within those few inches was a symphony of passion.
Taking an ever tighter grip upon the boy, Deanna relinquished
control of their thrusts and buried his face in her breasts.
The kaleidoscope of emotion filled the core of the Betazoids's
very being. Coupled with her impending orgasmic eruption, it
transported her to a level few Terrans could understand. It
was like an out of body experience, she was oblivious to
everything except the sensation of Wesley being inside her.
Then a sudden white filled her mind, mixed with the whiteness
of Wesley's cum as it filled her body. She didn't have words
to describe the feelings, something which she found hard to
admit. The whiteness became all encompassing. Then as
suddenly as it had appeared it was replaced by a deep darkness.
A void Deanna felt herself falling into as she lost
consciousness.
Lost in his own orgasmic explosion, it was almost a minute
before Wesley realized that the Counselor was unconscious.
Rolling the sweat covered naked body off him he quickly began
to panic. In a second he was rummaging though his uniform
for his combadge. To his credit, the thought of what his
mother would think when she found him naked with Deanna in her
quarters never entered his mind. All he knew was that
something was wrong with Deanna. Something he had caused.
"Crusher to Sickbay, medical emergency!" He yelled as he
lifted the small Starfleet insignia.
It took a second for him to realize he hadn't heard the
familiar chirp of a open frequency when he hit the badge. He
hit it again a second time, this time he was rewarded with the
chirp.
He was about to repeat his call for help when he heard
Deanna's soft voice behind him.
"I'm ok Wes...." She said softly in a voice filled with
fatigue.
Closing the frequency, Wes quickly moved to her side. He was
now oblivious to the beauty of her naked body, or the shiny
film of sweat that covered it. He was just relieved to hear
her speak.
"What happened?" he said, the concern in his voice evident.
"I guess you happened." Deanna replied softly.
Wesley's only reply was a look of confusion on his face.
"I happened?" He finally repeated.
"Yes, Wesley, my little love. You took me to a plateau no
man has ever brought me to before."
"I did?" Wes asked in a mixture of pride and disbelief.
"Yes, you." Deanna replied as she pulled herself up into a
sitting position. "And I'm including Will Riker in that
assessment."
Wesley's face positively beamed with pride at the Counselor's
remark. Deanna knew that telling him he had been a better
lover than Will would raise his opinion of himself. Commander
Riker was his hero, the yardstick he measured himself against
in very way. And to be honest, it was only a little lie. Of
course he wasn't better than Will, but give him a few years of
practice and he just might be.
With that, she kissed him again and pulled him against her.
They still had time until the start of Alpha shift and for now
she was content to just feel the warmth of his naked form
against her own.
"Too bad you can't stay, my little lover." Deanna thought as
he nestled against her breasts and she stroked his brown hair.
""I'd love to be your teacher."
Wesley looked up at Deanna with loving eyes. Deanna returned
the smile and kissed him gently on the cheek. By morning,
their relationship would revert back to that of friends. But
even when he left the Enterprise and was light years away on
Earth, they would always share the link that was the memory of
this night.
END
Ann Douglas
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