Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!in.100proofnews.com!in.100proofnews.com!border2.nntp.dca.giganews.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.monger.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: From: "longbeachtrekstar" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW FFF TNG: "Sapphos Prime" 1/1 (Y/Ro) [NC-17] Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 441 Date: Wed, 22 Sep 2004 12:55:04 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1095857704 209.198.142.218 (Wed, 22 Sep 2004 08:55:04 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 22 Sep 2004 08:55:04 EDT Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:84701 X-Received-Date: Wed, 22 Sep 2004 05:55:05 PDT (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) This and other f/f stories are part of Round 15 at T'Lin's great website. Read and vote there today! Title: Sapphos Prime Author: longbeachtrekstar ( longbeachtrekstar @ yahoo . com ) Series: TNG Codes: Y/Ro, C/T implied 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: Written for Round XV of the Femme Fuh-q Fest -- http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/ Summary: Crusher and Troi take Yar on a lesbian getaway. "Sapphos Prime" by longbeachtrekstar, August 2004 "Stop fidgeting," Beverly scolded as she tried to prepare Natasha. "Well then, hurry up," pouted the blonde security chief. Deanna only smirked silently as she watched the two carry on. All three of them were enjoying a vacation getaway together in the gorgeous Sapphos system. At the moment, they were on the deck of their ocean-side cabana, preparing to partake in the evening festivities. One of the suns hung low on the horizon, just above the emerald ocean, casting a warm glow across the golden sand of the beach and their own bare skin. All three of them were naked. Or nearly so, for here on Sapphos, nudity was the norm, and "dressing" consisted of jewelry, ribbons, and other girlish adornments for the female body. At the moment, the cause of Tasha's consternation was that Beverly was crouched before her pussy, deftly fastening a blue jewel, set in gold, to her left lip with a delicate clasp. "Ah!" said Beverly, stepping back to admire her handiwork. From the clasp, a slender gold chain dipped down, then back up to a larger chain which encircled Yar's narrow waist. The blue jewel and gold chain motif was repeated about Tasha's neck, her left wrist, and her right ankle. Although a smile would have accentuated her features much nicer than her current pout, Tasha's youthful beauty was obvious. Her pussy jewel was flanked on either side by powerful thighs that could do a split in mid-air, the better to kick an adversary from either direction if need be. The larger chain encircled a slender waist above pointy hips. Her pelvis was not as wide (an ancient symbol of female fertility) as the doctor's or the counselor's, but her physical fitness held a sensuousness all its own. The gold chain rested just above a slim but firm and well-rounded ass that girls and boys alike often ogled as she strode down the Enterprise corridors. Her taut belly stretched below two breasts of modest size but enviable perkiness. Tasha's beautiful body only accentuated her bright and expressive face. A warm smile and sparkling eyes were common to her -- even more so when engaged in some sort of competition, or intimate encounter. What did not give her great pleasure were things she dismissed as "girlie". She did not consider femininity itself to be weak, but girlie things certainly were. Deanna eyed Tasha's new jewelry and clasped her hands together in appreciation. "Oh, that's lovely." "I feel ridiculous," complained Tasha. "Around here, you'd be ridiculous *without* it. This world was founded on the principles of feminine beauty. To hide it is taboo, and to decorate it is expected. Women from all across the quadrant come here to frolic and play." Deanna put a sisterly hand on Tasha's shoulder. "You're going to see more bare breasts and decorated pussies here than you can shake a tongue at." "And we've hardly seen any of them yet," teased Beverly. "So let's get a move on. There's a beach festival down the strand this evening, and Sapphos Prime is expected to be especially beautiful in the sky this evening." Beverly herself was wearing nothing more than a few scarves -- a few mere handfuls of wispy material. A mottled pattern of purples and pinks, oranges and reds -- the better to accentuate her hair and skin -- they hung delicately about her neck and criss-crossed beneath her round bosom, brought together in the small of her back. There, a feathery tassel hung, its feathers lifting and falling with the slightest movement, playing peekaboo with the cleft of her bottom. Deanna had opted for body paint. Soon after their arrival the previous day, she, with Beverly, had stopped by the shop of one of the local artisans and gotten some temporary tattoo work. A bramble of green vines with small thorns and flowers wrapped itself around the base of her right breast. The viney mass tapered off down her belly to a single strand, which ambled down between her legs, up through the crack of her ass, to flower once more across the small of her back. Deanna's ensemble was completed with several strands of natural vine wrapped about her hair, which was piled high on top of her head, leaving several curly strands to hang down on either side, and two silver armbands, similarly styled with silver leaves and buds, each twisted about one of her upper arms. The tattoo experience itself had been quite exhilarating, especially at the point where Deanna had to lay back and spread her legs as wide as possible for the female Bolian to crawl in-between with her tattoo pen. The buzz of the pen so close to her clitoris had De's pussy watering to the point that it hindered the artist's progress. With a smile and a silent nod of consent from Beverly -- who sat by naked, frigging her own heated puss -- Deanna pulled the Bolian girl close for her first rendezvous of the trip. ***** The three of them strolled down the sun-splashed beach, rays of light dancing across the alabaster skin of Deanna, the peachy glow of Beverly, and the golden tan of Tasha. The low angle of the sunlight cast shadows across numerous supple body curves -- from the fullness of Troi's ample bosom, to the cleft of Crusher's round ass, to the perkiness of Yar's pouty tits. Although "evening" was settling in, this night would not be completely dark, for the girls were on the surface of a world that was part of the most interesting system in the quadrant. It was a double-star system consisting of the nearer and larger Sapphos and the smaller and more far away Lesbos. No planets orbited Lesbos, and only a single gas-giant orbited Sapphos -- a planet referred to as Sapphos Prime. Five moons orbited Sapphos Prime -- Artemis, Athena, Demeter, Eos, and Persephone. The resort the girls were now attending was actually on Eos. And due to the intricacies of the celestial dance performed by these myriad bodies -- the moons about their planet, and the planet about Sapphos, accompanied by jealous tugs from her sister Lesbos as the two stars revolved about each other -- it was difficult, bordering on impossible, for non-locals to predict the day-night transitions taken for granted on most other worlds. A truly dark night was rare indeed, for even if both suns dipped below the horizon, it was very likely that Sapphos Prime would loom large in the sky, near enough to reflect copious amounts of light off its swirling mass of colorful clouds. Tonight, Eos was actually near its apogee from S. Prime, but the planet was still very visible. Sapphos itself would not set, but just skim the ocean's horizon, as if taking a drink. Even more interesting, for those intrigued by such things (although, perhaps ironically, none of the Enterprise visitors were particularly enamored with astrophysics), three of the other four moons were also going to be visible in the night sky. And Persephone was actually going to transit the face of Sapphos Prime. All Tasha knew -- or cared about, really -- was that the sky was pretty that night, and she enjoyed looking up at it from time to time. She'd been bugged and bothered by Crusher and Troi to accompany them on this excursion, for they apparently felt her social life was lacking. However, so far, it had only reminded her of their relationship and her own lack of one. They'd had occasional threesomes -- and they were fun -- but she was always a third wheel to the devoted couple. Even now, she walked a few paces to their side, while they walked hip to hip, arms about each other, caressing. ***** In the distance, a bon fire lit up the beach, and the low rumbling of a large gathering of beings could be heard. As they drew closer, a mass of naked beings were seen milling about. And as they drew closer still, this mass resolved itself into individual beings -- dancing, frolicking, or just standing around enjoying conversation and some exotic food and drink. This was of course just one of countless gatherings across the moon. And there was no "season" or particular event for visitors to experience. It was simply an on-going and very popular location for lesbians of all species to come together in fun and good spirits. There were many cliques and smaller gatherings within the crowd, and perhaps it was no surprise that like beings tended to gather together. For most, an initial visit consisted first of a stroll among some of the more exotic and "bizarre" females -- bizarre to the observer, that is -- then moving back to the safety of familiarity, to mingle with those more of one's own kind. It was thus that Natasha found herself socializing late in the evening with a group of humanoid females. There was a tall and quite stunning Vulcan in a chain-mail garment that rattled and chimed suggestively as she moved. Vulcans were not frequent visitors to Sapphos, but they were here much more often than one might think. And their passion during such visits was well noted - - pon farr or no pon farr. An Andorian strutted about in a black leather bikini -- the bra with ample holes for her large blue tits, and a crotchless panty showing her white-tufted pussy and smooth blue ass. Both her dark blue nipples were pierced, as were her pussy lips, numerous times. Tasha was reminded of her own blue gem, and fingered the jewel, finding it wet, and slipped a finger into her pussy beside it. At the moment, a naked Bajoran and Betazoid couple were the center of attention, passionately cavorting with each other beside the raging fire, at the center of a circle of onlookers. Batazoids often visited during their Phase, and they were always popular when they did. Regardless of whom they were involved with, others struggled to get close and experience the sexually charged psychic waves given off by the telepaths in this state. The waves were often powerful enough for even third-party observers to get off. The current Betazoid drawing a crowd did not appear old enough to be experiencing the Phase. She was popular merely because she was an awesome fuck. Speaking of awesome Betazoid fucks, Tasha looked around, wondering where Deanna and Beverly had gone off to. On the far side of the fire, between licks of the orange-white flames given off by the Eosian wood, Yar's eyes happened upon another Bajoran watching the action. The Bajoran returned Yar's glances across the pyre. After ten minutes of furtive glances back and forth, Yar decided to circle the blaze and approach the young woman. After all, its what they were all there for. As she moved casually but deliberately around, the Bajoran followed her with eager eyes. They were soon face to face. It was then that Tasha realized she didn't know what to say. "I just... I saw you from over there, and I wanted to... Shit!" She turned away, as if she were about to retreat. "Wait," said the Bajoran, stepping forward and putting a hand on her shoulder. "Don't leave after all that. What's your name?" "Tasha. Natasha Yar." "I'm Ro Laren." The Bajoran checked out Natasha -- following the subordinate gold chain down to the blue gem at its terminus, below Yar's well-groom bush. Tasha likewise enjoyed taking a close-up look at her new friend. She seemed slight but strong, in much the same way that Yar was herself. Jet black hair fell just past her shoulders, and of course there were the characteristic nose ridges and ever-present ear jewelry. Ro apparently had a better flair for dressing at these events than Yar did. About her neck was a simple silver necklace with a larger ring, about three centimeters in diameter, sitting between and just above her tits. Two more chains dangled from this ring, swooping down between her tits and then back up to the left and right, where each of them ended in a nipple clamp, securely fastened to each of the Bajoran's nips. Ro's tits, like Yar's, were perky but of modest size, yet her nipples appeared to be larger and more erect. The clamps held onto them with ease. A silver studded leather belt, only a centimeter or two wide, was wrapped snugly high about her waist, just below her navel. More silver chain -- like bunting in a rec hall -- hung in concentric semi- circles at intervals about her waist. Through the swaying strands of soft metal, Tasha spied a freshly shorn Bajoran pussy. They each said little at first. They simply sipped their drinks and watched the Sapphic orgies unfolding before them. However, no spirit that had even known life could fail to be inspired by the intense displays, and even without words, they felt a growing connection. Yar's fingers stroked the silver stands laying against Ro's hip, and then the soft skin beneath. A sigh from Ro, who leaned even more so against Yar, urged her on. Yar fingers caressed the softer-still hairless flesh above her shaven sex. And even though it was her goal all along, Yar was nevertheless surprised when her fingers slipped so effortlessly inside. Ro cooed like a little bird in her arms, as Tasha's fingers moved in and out. Tasha was just slightly taller than the brunette, so it was left to Ro to tilt her head back as an open invitation to a kiss. The kiss was warm and deep and quite comfortable as well -- none of the unknowing angst of a typical first encountered. Yar's fingers slipped out of Ro and left a moist trail up her back as she took the Bajoran into an embrace. "Let's get out of here," she offered, and Ro nodded agreeably. ***** The two of them left the sand and headed up to Ro's cottage, which was not on the beach, but on the low ridge just above it. As they walked hand in hand, they talked and got to know each other (including some basic instruction for Tasha on the use of Bajoran first names). They quickly realized they had more in common than they could have guessed the first time they saw each other through the fire. They were both refugees of broken worlds. They both grew up without a family, fighting for survival on mean streets. Surprisingly, it turned out that Ro was in Starfleet as well and had just graduated from the Academy. So both of them had been lucky enough to gain sponsorship there -- coming from non-Federation planets as they did. Yar had made Lieutenant just before being posted to the Enterprise. And following her leave, Ro was about to be posted to the Wellington. They were each looking forward to long and rewarding careers. Starfleet had been a salvation for them both. ***** Reaching the cottage, they decided that the night was just too beautiful to spend inside. Instead, they lay on a mattress behind the cottage -- put there, no doubt, for just such an occasion. The "night" was hardly dark at all, but more of an ongoing twilight. Sapphos was a glowing purplish red semi-circle on the horizon, and its one true planet was straight overhead. On Sapphos Prime, perpetual hurricanes larger than Eos itself swirled about, clouds of poisonous gas spinning powerfully enough to rip flesh from bones and pound granite into dust. Viewed from twenty million kilometers away, on a quiet evening, in a lover's arms, it was quite beautiful. Ro had much more of an eye for astronomy than Tasha did. She pointed out Artemis to the left of S. Prime, and Demeter to its right. And there, at the five o'clock position on S. Prime's perimeter, was Persephone, about to begin her transitional flight. Rather than following along up in the sky, Tasha found herself gazing at Ro herself. Laren's eyes sparkled and her face lit up with enthusiasm as she pointed out first one world and then another. Tasha reached over and gently turned Ro's face to hers. "What?" asked Laren, still smiling. "Nothing," murmured Yar as she kissed her. Laren's lips were soft and warm, and Tasha hoped she felt as good to her. She kissed and licked her way down along the nape of Ro's neck. Then worked her way back up and onto the ridges of her nose, not realizing they were as sensitive to the young ensign as they were. Laren slipped under Tasha to suckle at one of her tits, tweaking and teasing the other with a free hand. She rolled over on top of Tasha as she slid down from her breasts and across her taut belly. Her legs ended up straddling Tasha's thigh, and Yar instinctively began grinding her leg into Ro's crotch. Both sets of hands played across the other's body. Sensitive fingers delicately traced old and not-nearly-so-old scars that needed no explanation. Was this one from an angry Gul's blade? Was this from a Coalition branding iron? Did it matter? They were living in the present now, and looking to the future. And it was an exhilarating present for Ro as she slipped between Yar's thighs and tasted the sweetness of her excitement. Those powerful thighs which could knock an opponent cold gently cradled the Bajoran as her tongue explored the region between. She flicked and toyed with the gem that rested there, clicking and rattling it against her teeth -- which set Tasha to moaning in passionate response. The jewel was held in place by a clip, not a piercing, so Laren playfully took it between her teeth and pulled. It came off with a sudden pop into her mouth, and she giggled at Tasha's jump in response. Moving back up, she placed the gem, still on its leash, into Tasha's belly button, giving it a final push into place with the tip of her tongue. Laren resumed her work on Tasha's pussy, licking and nibbling her sensitive lips, while playfully tugging at her sparse blonde bush with one hand and caressing her ass with the other. But Tasha's passion was reaching fever pitch, and she did not want to wait her turn at tasting her lover's warmth. She pulled the minxy brunette into a sixty-nine and began drinking thirstily from her dripping sex. Yar's fingers made playful circles about Ro's clit. The bare skin was sensitive to Ro and exciting to Tasha, who thrilled at its silky softness. Ro's own excitement was evident all over Tasha's face as she struggled to keep up. She slipped two fingers inside -- fingers which hadn't been there since their sexy dance together earlier that evening on the beach. "Mmmm, ohhh." Ro began moving up and down against the thrusting. She redoubled her own efforts, tugging quite firmly on Yar's pussy with carefully clamped teeth, teasing her clit with the fingers of one hand while continuing to caress her bottom with the other. Yar was being pulled ever closer to the edge of orgasm. She finally kicked her legs up and wrapped her ankles around Ro's neck, pulling her in close. She undid the leather strap around Ro's waist, moving the dangling chains away from the danger of entanglement. She left the chain around Ro's neck, but one good pull deserved another. She reached between Ro's tits to grasp the central chain and, with a sudden pull, popped both nipple clips off the Bajoran's hard buds. Cause and effect. The sudden pain, pleasurable though it was in its own way, caused Laren to bite down -- on Tasha's pussy, which was obviously in her mouth at the moment. But Tasha was no stranger to a touch of pain in the bedroom -- or under the stars. She merely reached up and hooked her elbows behind Ro's knees, pulling the Bajoran's pussy close to her own mouth. Both her hands slapped and kneaded at the tight Bajoran ass just above her face. The fingers of one hand danced along the crack, which at the moment was pulled wide, and toyed just briefly with the tight pucker of Ro's asshole. Both young Starfleet officers erupted in climax, clinging to each other as muscles spasmed and flexed. Tight pussies, every bit as toned and strong as the rest of their bodies, gripped and regripped invading fingers and tongues, simultaneously expelling copious evidence of passion fulfilled. And that was just the first time. Eventually, they simply lay still together in the warm evening air, gazing up to where Persephone was exiting the far side of Sapphos Prime. They regaled each other with stories from their pasts, mostly of the lusty variety. Laren admitted to Tasha that this was in fact her second visit to the lesbian fantasy world. What followed was a ribald tale of Academy freshmen on leave -- six horny girls looking for excitement and finding it in every nook and cranny they searched. This in turn led to more passionate play between the two older but wiser -- and hornier -- officers. It was noon the next day before Tasha paid a visit to her own cabana, a naked Bajoran ensign on her arm. Troi and Crusher were sipping tea and looking quite smug about the whole affair, but Tasha didn't care. They had three more days of vacation, and she planned to enjoy every moment of them. (End) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: