As I was reading a story about the First Contact War, my personal communicator beeped twice and Doctor Chakwas voice rang out, "Commander, I have your...medication ready for you. With your permission, I'll bring it to your room right away." That's fine, Doc," I answered tiredly. "I'll unlock the door for you."Lately I've been needing stress relief medication (according to the Doctor). Although I never really felt a need for it, Chakwas insisted and I've been taking the pills on a regular basis. I. "Yeah, but I'm *so* sore I can hardly walk," Jessica said."How long was the train?" Nine cars." Nine? I thought there were only five Tucker brothers," Mandy said."Five brothers our age, but Mr. Tucker was *there* and so were his *three* brothers," Jessica said. "You think Danny's *hung*, you ought to see his *Dad.* It felt like a baseball bat was being shoved up me." Did you let them tattoo you?" Mandy asked."That's tonight. They're going to put it right above my slit." What will it say?" Mandy. When our eyes met again I now saw the slut she had always been, the hunger she kept deep inside now came to the surface as lust; she looked on me as the man she was replacing, even if only temporarily. Then, just inches of entry, she stopped.We read many stories from pulp XXX books, Penthouse Letters and other magazines, to the internet, passing them back and forth between us. We never imagined that one of those stories would become an actual memory, much less that two would. But now she. I slid the tip against my slit trying to cover the huge thing with my juices. I didnt even attempt to put it in my mouth as Carol had done due to its large size (and who likes the taste of plastic?). It took both hands to hold the big thing as I slid the head into my slit. I started to get the first couple of inches in. It seemed even wider than it was long. I got about the six inches in when I had to stop for a minute. I felt very full. I tried stroking it in and out but it was tough.