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Title: Rest and Recreation
Author: longbeachtrekstar ( @ yahoo . com )
Series: ENT
Codes: T/S
Rating: NC-17
Parts: 1/1
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek. This is not for profit, just 
for fun.
Archiving: FFF, ASCEM, others please ask.
Feedback: Yes please, here or by email.
Notes: First episode of the "Ensign and Sub-Commander" trilogy.
For the record, the author hereby verifies that he has personally 
witnessed all the remarkable feats performed herein by our Ms. Sato, 
during a very educational journey to that hallowed Earth city of 
Amsterdam.
Written for lucky Round XIII of the Femme Fuh-q Fest -- 
http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/
Summary: More 'neuro-pressure' nonsense.

Rest and Recreation
by longbeachtrekstar, January 2004


Tucker and Reed entered Engineering in the midst of conversation. "So 
before I know it," continued Trip, "we're back at my place in bed, 
and she's sucking my cock like there's no tomorrow." He paused, then 
laughed. "How was I supposed to know she was the Admiral's daughter?"

"Good Lord!" laughed Malcolm. "So... was she any good?"

"Sucked me so hard, I had to pull the bed sheets out of my ass!"

* clang * clang * clang * clang *

Malcolm looked up toward the top of the Engineering chamber. "What 
the devil is that?"

Trip sighed. "Just our friendly neighborhood Vulcan. She likes to jog 
around the upper catwalk for exercise. Drives me bananas. I wish 
she'd just use the treadmill in the gym, like everyone else."

Malcolm squinted to follow her around the far end of the room. "How 
often does she do this?"

"Every goddamned day."

* clang * clang * clang * clang * The steel grating sounded under 
each of T'Pol's footfalls. Malcolm craned his neck as she crossed 
over them. "Well, at least she's got a cute bum." He turned to leave, 
but stopped just before stepping through the exit. "Fancy a round of 
table tennis after your shift?"

"Ping-pong, Malcolm. It's called ping-pong."

*****

Soon thereafter, T'Pol was back in the gym, finishing her routine. As 
she went to work on the bench-press, she noticed Hoshi Sato on a mat 
to one side, going through her yoga exercises. As subtly as she 
could, T'Pol admired the graceful lines of the young Ensign as she 
moved smoothly from the 'lotus' position into the 'cobra,' followed 
by the 'bow' and the 'plough' (at which point T'Pol made a careful 
observation of Ensign Sato's shapely behind).

Unbeknownst to the Sub-Commander, Hoshi was trying to be just as 
subtle as she studied Enterprise's First Officer. She watched as 
T'Pol lay back on the inclined bench and spread her legs, placing 
each foot flat on the floor on either side. As one leg of T'Pol's 
shorts hung loose to one side, Hoshi was in line to look directly up 
the Vulcan's pants. Try as she might, though, it was too dark to see 
anything. For some time now, she'd been utterly enthralled by the 
idea of seeing a Vulcan pussy up close. As long as she and T'Pol had 
been aboard Enterprise, Hoshi had been trying to sneak a look, but 
had not yet succeeded. She'd repeatedly tried to be in the gym at the 
same time as T'Pol but -- despite a reputation for order and 
discipline -- T'Pol never seemed to exercise on a regular schedule. 
Here they were, however -- together at last.

While T'Pol enjoyed the sleek, almost delicate, lines of the Ensign, 
Hoshi was admiring the uncompromising strength of the Sub-Commander. 
T'Pol pushed against the bar, and Hoshi enjoyed watching T'Pol's 
every sinewy muscle flex and strain with the effort. Strong, yet 
utterly feminine as well.

T'Pol finally finished her routine and headed for the locker room. 
Just as well, thought Hoshi. She didn't know how much longer she'd've 
been able to hold out. She was glad her skintight leotard was dark 
enough to hide the juicy stain spreading between her legs.

Not wanting to appear too obvious, she waited a few minutes before 
following. Once inside the locker room, however, she was disappointed 
to find that T'Pol had showered faster than she anticipated and was 
already gathering her things from her locker. She had not yet 
dressed, and stood naked behind an open locker door, offering Hoshi 
only tantalizing glimpses of her bare skin.

She couldn't just stand and stare, so -- somewhat dejected -- Hoshi 
headed for the showers herself. She returned shortly, expecting T'Pol 
to be long gone, but instead she stopped dead in her tracks and 
stared, slack-jawed. Standing naked in the middle of the locker area, 
T'Pol was liberally applying some type of skin lotion to her body. 
She did her extremities first -- arms and legs -- before beginning on 
her torso. Hoshi was mesmerized as T'Pol applied more oil to her 
palms, rubbed her hands together sensually, then began applying it to 
her body. One hand crossed the top of a breast as the other cupped it 
from below. In circular motions, she made sure she coated every 
square centimeter of flesh.

With one tit finished, she moved to the other before sliding both 
hands down across her taught belly, grazing the top of her dark, 
alien muff. Hoshi's eyes did not blink as her breathing grew faster 
and shallower. And when T'Pol reached behind herself to oil her ass, 
Hoshi nearly passed out watching T'Pol's fingers disappear into her 
crack.

T'Pol turned and looked at her, and Hoshi thought she'd been busted. 
The Sub-Commander approached her, bottle in hand. "Pardon me, Ensign. 
Would you mind applying some oil to my back?"

Hoshi's eyes grew wide, and she finally blinked once or twice as the 
request slowly registered in her brain. "Oh... of... of course!" 
Forgetting her own nakedness, Hoshi dropped the towel she'd been 
holding loosely in front of her and took the proffered bottle. T'Pol 
turned around, and Hoshi transferred some liquid from the bottle to 
her hands, and then to T'Pol's back. "This smells nice. What is it?"

"Defildia oil. From a flower native to Vulcan. It aids muscle 
recuperation after strenuous exercise." More than just smoothing on 
the oil, Hoshi massaged and squeezed, trying to feel every muscle 
beneath her fingers. A moan escaped from T'Pol. "Mmm, you have an 
excellent touch, Ensign. Have you studied massage?"

"No, actually. Just doing what feels... right."

"Oh! Mmm..." T'Pol appeared momentarily embarrassed by her unexpected 
reaction to Hoshi's touch. "I'm sorry. You touched a nerve cluster 
usually only reached during neuro-pressure."

"Neuro-pressure. I think I've heard Commander Tucker mention that."

"I am using it to treat his insomnia." T'Pol turned to face 
Hoshi. "Would you like to try it?"

"Okay."

"Please turn around." Hoshi did, and T'Pol began working her oily 
fingers over the Ensign's warm skin. "Various pressure points below 
the surface can be stimulated to induce feelings of pleasure or 
relaxation throughout the entire body... How is this?"

"Mmm, very nice."

T'Pol then lowered her voice as she spoke again. "I am skilled in 
many forms of neuro-pressure. Some of them can be quite... 
stimulating. I have refrained from using these particular techniques 
with Mr. Tucker. Human males are so easily..."

"Stimulated?" offered Hoshi with a smile.

With a gentle touch to her shoulder, T'Pol turned Hoshi around to 
face her. "If you are interested, I would be pleased to instruct you."

"Oh, um, sure," replied Hoshi as nonchalantly as she could. Beneath 
her skin, however, adrenalin flowed into her bloodstream like Niagara 
Falls.

*****

The two women entered Hoshi's quarters and locked the door behind 
them. "Please strip nude," said T'Pol. It was a curt, businesslike 
command, but at that moment, Hoshi thought it was the sexiest thing 
she had ever heard. They both removed the uniforms they had put on 
only for the short walk from the gym to the quarters. Despite being 
as horny as she was, Hoshi also felt less rushed than in the gym, and 
took the time to feast her eyes on all of T'Pol's nude form. Her 
attention focused first on T'Pol's ears. They were pointier than 
human ears, true, but they were not "pointy," as they had a smooth 
rounded tip at their apex. She noted with approval how T'Pol had let 
her hair grow a bit longer. She would've liked to see it longer 
still, but at least it wasn't the severe page-boy cut it had been.

Her full, round Vulcan breasts were the perfect objects of desire 
that they always were -- notably substantial, but not over-large for 
her frame. Hoshi also noted T'Pol's brownish-green Vulcan nipples. 
Taking all this in, she soon gazed down to finally see what had been 
occupying her mind for so long. "This is the first time I've ever 
seen a Vulcan."

"You see me every day."

"I mean..."

"You mean naked. Perhaps it would be best to satisfy your curiosity 
before we proceed -- so that you will be less distracted later." 
Hoshi said nothing, but the idea sounded great to her. She watched as 
T'Pol reclined on the bed and spread her legs. She reached her hand 
below a dark patch of curls to grasp and pull aside a dark-green lip.

Hoshi stared in fascination at the interior. "It's green!" she 
exclaimed.

"Of course. My blood chemistry is based on copper."

"But your mouth isn't green."

"How would you know? Have you ever looked inside my mouth?"

Hoshi considered that a moment. Obviously, she never had. T'Pol 
opened her mouth wide. Inside was warm, moist, and *green*. She stuck 
out her tongue -- not rudely, but as if for a doctor. It too was a 
surprisingly bright shade of green. Like her ears, T'Pol's tongue was 
tapered more narrowly than a human's. "Oh! And it's so long," quipped 
Hoshi.

T'Pol closed her mouth. "The average Vulcan's tongue is able to 
extend thirty percent farther than the average human's."

"That must be useful," said Hoshi with a twinkle.

"It is actually quite fortuitous for those who wish to engage in oral 
copulation, for the average Vulcan vagina is also thirty percent 
deeper." T'Pol put her hands on her pussy and spread it open 
again. "Like humans, Vulcans can experience sexual arousal anytime 
during the year. But while human females are fertile for a window 
which occurs once every month, the Vulcan menstrual cycle is semi-
annual." T'Pol shifted slightly to get more comfortable. "The acidic 
content of our fallopian tubes is-"

"That's enough!" said Hoshi, putting up her hand. "Thank you. That's 
plenty." She crawled onto the bed and lay next to T'Pol, stroking 
T'Pol's shoulder and nearer breast. "Acidic contents aside, what I'd 
really like to know is, what turns you on?"

"What turns me...? I am familiar with the expression. Perhaps now 
would be a good time to begin the neuro-pressure. Please lie face 
down."

T'Pol straddled Hoshi's thighs and, applying more oil to her hands, 
leaned forward, giving Hoshi a general massage. Over time, she began 
focusing in on specific areas. As she did so, she spoke softly. "To 
fully experience the benefits of neuro-pressure requires a certain 
amount of hypnosis."

"You're not gonna make me cluck like a chicken, are you?" mumbled 
Hoshi, her face half-buried in a pillow. As soon as she said it, she 
knew what would come next.

T'Pol's hands stopped. "Why would I-"

"Never mind!"

T'Pol resumed her ministrations. "I will describe certain images or 
concepts for you to meditate on, while at the same time, modulating 
my voice so as to promote relaxation... or stimulation, at the 
appropriate time."

T'Pol's last few words did not go unnoticed.

"The nerve clusters along the spine can be stimulated to promote 
general relaxation. These areas here," she moved her fingers, "aid 
breathing and heart rate. And here," her touch caused Hoshi to 
breathe in swiftly. "This nerve area stimulates more *passionate* 
responses."

T'Pol leaned forward and pressed her tits into the nape of Hoshi's 
neck. She slowly dragged her cushiony breasts down Hoshi's back and 
across her ass. "And why do you do that?" asked Hoshi.

"Because it feels good."

Well, she's quite logical after all, thought Hoshi.

T'Pol sat up. She wrapped her hands around each of Hoshi's thighs and 
gently but very firmly pulled her legs wide apart. With this sudden 
jarring, the excitement that had been building in Hoshi's pussy 
spilled out of her and soaked the sheets under her 
crotch. "Excellent," said T'Pol. "I see you are progressing nicely."

Biting her lip, Hoshi thought, I'm gonna jump up and rape you, you 
Vulcan bitch, if you don't get the show on the road.

T'Pol ratcheted Hoshi's legs just a little bit wider as she began 
speaking in melodic tones. "Imagine yourself floating... floating 
through the universe. A sexual being in control of your body, your 
feelings. Focus your energy, your passion. Focus it into one point." 
T'Pol laid a finger -- gently but firmly, as always -- directly on 
Hoshi's clit, prompting another stiff breath from the Ensign. "Here," 
T'Pol continued. "You come down from your flight and balance all your 
sexual energy onto this single fulcrum."

T'Pol now splayed her index and middle fingers and traced a path from 
Hoshi's clit down either side of her searing hot cunt. Hoshi could 
feel warm lava flows rolling and splashing inside her, barely 
contained. "Feel your energy build," T'Pol continued in her 
hypnotizing tone. "There is a point beyond which even logic is 
irrelevant, and reason gives way to fire." She brought her two 
fingers together at the base of Hoshi's opening, hovering just 
outside it. "You reach that point..." As she spoke, T'Pol plunged her 
pointed fingers into Hoshi in one swift thrust. "...And you come!"

"Oooooohhheeeggghhhhhh!!!!!!" Hoshi screamed from the most mind-
racking orgasm she had ever experienced. The fingers in her cunt were 
just the trigger for the larger orgasm in her mind.

It was minutes later -- five? ten? -- before Hoshi could finally 
focus again. T'Pol looked at her pleasantly. Hoshi supposed it was 
the closest thing to a smile T'Pol could manage. Feeling something 
between her legs, she looked down to find T'Pol's fingers still 
gently stroking her pussy. "All part of the neuro-pressure," T'Pol 
informed her. "Do you feel up to some more?"

Hoshi smiled. "Why,yes!"

"Good! Because now I'd like to show you some multiple-orgasm 
techniques..."

*****

Several hours later, the two girls lay rather wearily in each other's 
arms. "Damn, T'Pol. You sure know your stuff. Who'd've thought?"

"You have remarkable control of your vaginal muscles."

"Aw, that's nothing!"

"No, really. For a human female-"

"Thank you. But no, I meant I can do even more." Her face suddenly 
lit up. "Wanna see?" T'Pol shrugged, not at all sure what she meant. 
Hoshi got up and excitedly bounced across the small room. From a 
drawer, she removed a cigar and lighter. She held them up like a 
magician displaying her props before a trick. Bouncing back onto the 
bed, she put the fresh cigar in her mouth and lit it up.

"As unhealthful and," T'Pol wrinkled her nose, "annoying as that may 
be, I *have* seen a cigar before."

"Ah! But have you ever seen *this*?" Hoshi spread her legs wide, 
displaying her now thoroughly sated pussy to T'Pol. She took a final 
drag on the cigar and flicked a bit of ash from its tip. She then 
placed the moist end between her pussy lips and slowly slid it in 
three or four centimeters. She let go and leaned back, smugly 
pointing the stogie at T'Pol.

For her part, T'Pol reacted the way most Vulcans react when 
encountering silly human stunts. She raised an eyebrow. "I hardly see 
the point-"

Hoshi smiled and put her hand up to hush her. "Wait! Watch!" She 
furrowed her brow in mild concentration and flexed her pelvic 
muscles. The dull red tip of the cigar flared bright orange for a 
moment. Grasping it between two fingers, she slid it out. "Ready?" 
she asked, leering at T'Pol. Flexing her muscles again, she expelled 
a small gray puff of smoke from her pussy. T'Pol stared in wide-eyed 
disbelief, like a computer fed unintelligible data. Unable to control 
herself, Hoshi erupted in peals of laughter. "Lots of people have 
said I've got a smokin' pussy! If only they knew!"

"What could possibly have induced you to acquire such a skill?"

"Hey, a girl's gotta keep busy." Hoshi was thoroughly enjoying the 
confusion she was racking on T'Pol's brain. Sliding the cigar back 
in, she took another puff. "If only I could blow rings," she 
commented wryly.

T'Pol rose, and it was obvious she was about to announce her 
departure. Hoshi was suddenly afraid that she might have offended her 
somehow. "Wait. T'Pol, I'm sorry. I'm glad you showed me all that 
great stuff. Really."

"I too was pleased to share in your... activities," T'Pol reassured 
her. "Nevertheless, let us resolve that *that* is another skill which 
we will not share with Mr. Tucker."

Hoshi laughed and reached out, putting her hand on T'Pol's chest. "My 
God. T'Pol, you made a joke!"

"Merely a practical decision."

"Wait. Can I show you something else? Please! I never get to do this 
with anyone." In response, T'Pol sat down on the bed patiently. Hoshi 
went back to one of her drawers and withdrew a small box which 
rattled as she took it out. "Since you marveled at my 'vaginal 
control,' I thought I'd show you how I do it. I practice with these." 
She withdrew a small round object from the box and held it before 
T'Pol.

"What is it?"

"It is a polymer-based intra-vaginal muscle-enabler."

T'Pol studied the object with scientific curiosity.

Yet again, Hoshi laughed at T'Pol's expense. "For cryin' out loud, 
T'Pol. It's a ping-pong ball!"

T'Pol straightened up from her studying. "Of course. I simply didn't 
recognize it outside of its recreational context... Why is it here?"

"For recreation, of course. Watch and observe."

"That is a redundant statement."

"Shut up, T'Pol."

Again Hoshi spread her legs before her superior officer -- she was 
getting quite comfortable at that. She delicately placed the ball 
against her pussy and pressed until it was halfway in. She removed 
her hand and let T'Pol observe it for a moment. Then, flexing her 
muscles, she pulled it completely inside herself.

T'Pol was truly impressed. "That's amazing."

"Wait," said Hoshi, concentrating again. With a sudden contraction, 
the ball popped out of her and went bouncing across the room.

T'Pol was beside herself. "Incredible! Do it again!"

"Even better. Watch this." Hoshi took another ball from the box and 
inserted it. This time, she took careful aim, pointing her cunt 
toward a wastebasket which sat against the wall. She fired, and the 
ball hit the wall and bounced to the floor. "Dammit! Let me try 
again." T'Pol watched, enraptured. Hoshi's next shot hit the wall, 
then the rim, then fell into the basket. "Score!" she shouted.

"May I try?" T'Pol asked excitedly. It only took about twenty minutes 
for T'Pol to get proficient at her new skill. The two girls lay side 
by side, knees drawn up, legs spread as wide as possible. They 
resembled a team of basketball players practicing free-throws, as 
they took turns launching round after round of ping-pong balls at the 
corner wastebasket.

*****

Trip stood beside the green table, idly twirling a paddle in one 
hand. "C'mon, Malcolm. What's the hold up?"

Across the Rec Room, Malcolm was rummaging through the storage 
locker. "Where the *hell* are all the damned ping-pong balls?"

(End)



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