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SexTrek: Supplemental
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.
Subj : SEXTREX-Supplemental?
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Dr. Beverly Crusher cheked the stats of the young victim that had just been
treated in sickbay- by herself, oddly. The rest of her staff had been wandering
off very recently, and she had been lookig for the last two when this young
Ensign had been brought in. At the moment, she was allying very direct pressure
to his upper thigh, and movign upward....
The Ensign had been wirking in the core of the ship's computer when it had
happened. Ironically, tending forthe computer, which made life on the Enterprise
so easy, was one of the most demanding jpbs on the ship. To cramped for
anti-grav units, all the parts and equipment had to be lugged by sheer strength,
which showed in his upper chest and shoulders, which rippled like a breastplate
of muscle, and in his powerful legs, one of which now lay before her surrounded
in the burnt tattered remains of his trousers. The heat sinks which kept the
core at operating temp. were many and very busy, and when one malfunctioned they
got very HOT. This ensignhad stumbled under an armload and fallen forward on a
white-hot coupling, sending out a burst of steam and an emergency transport onto
the bed he was now just regaining consciousness in. Beverly had treated his
shock ,and fixed the wound as best she could. However, when one removes tha much
destroyed flesh, healing and repair were the most important thing for the body.
This explained cellular enhaning patc now affixed to the leg. But her other
treatment had had an even more interesting affect on the young man who was now
nervously looking down at the doctor who seemed to be paying an inordinate
amount of attention to his groin...
Part of the treatment had been a shot of hydrocortizone, to distend the blood
vessels and speed up blood flow and recovery of the destroyed area. What it had
also done, when the dose had gotten to the ensigns, loins, was to distend the
vessels in his penis. Despite his lack of erection, Beverly was amazed by the
network of veins that showed throught the remains of his undewear. as she edged
closer to see, her mound nudged against the ensign's knee, reminding her she was
plshe was playing a dangerous game with her patient...for which she was, oddly,
not the least bit ashamed...
"how does it feel, leuitenant...?" Asked Dr Crusher. She never had gotten his
name.
"Ummm, Lt. Brulard, Ma'am" He wasn't sure what she meant: the burn on his leg,
His penis swelling hugely under the treatment, or the doctor's mound pressing
firmly agianst his thigh?
"It sorta feels like I burned my whole..." he struggled for a more medical
term for 'crotch'.
Beverly smiled, smirked actually. First his name; Brulard, French version of
"Burns" ironic in this case. second, his nervousness at her advances was
amusing. Last, a wistful smile as his name reminded her of another French
officer on ship, with whom she was very close, but not nearly close enough for
her liking...
"Well" she explained to the young half dressed man before her, " the
chemicals went in your leg here," pressing the little sensor on his
skin-unnecassary- on his thigh, but below the med patch, "it was carried up the
leg by this artery...", tracing up his leg, trailing her fingers over his skin,
"and must have reached...Here," she said, pressing the sensor up against the
base of his penis, pushing at the still-soft root, between his balls. "From
there, all it did was...", tracing the device slowly up his dick, she saw that
was barely gaining on its head, so fast was it rising. Finally, she placed the
instrument on the huge head, pressing lightly on the flesh, which wasn't giving
much. As she did this, she was slowly inching up the man's leg, and when she
bumped a patch, he jumped, giving Her snatch an unexpected nudge. With out
hinking, she gasped and dropped the semsor, latching instead to his penis, which
itself jumped at the attention.
But thsat shock was nothing to the apparition he then saw come from around
the corner, into sickbay. Looking back, he would be amazed at how he made ouy
his red uniform and all four pips on his jacket in the half light. His first
instinct was, of course, to bolt up and run. But he no sooner got up, than the
doctor had him flat on his back on his bed, tearing at the remains of his
trousers and underwear, which effectively made him forget that the Captiain was
probably still watching what was going on.
Captain Picard had always held a torch for Beverly, as long as he had known
her, And had often held his own dick in memory of her as well. Now, he was
watching her climb all over this poor Ensign, and all he could do at the moment
was watch. The look he shot at the boy, however, was enough to reassure him that
he wasn't going to stop them.
With the last of the man's lower uniform pulled away, Beverly held his
distended cock in both hands, marvelling at its size. It must normally be big,
but under the effects of that medication, he was positively huge! And the most
menacing shade of purple, she tought, slowly extending her tounge to explore its
swollen head. It throbbed on her toungue like a heart, and she instinctively
threw her head forward to engulf it. She was shocked at the sensation of the
head when she felt it lodge at the back of her throat, impossible to get down.
God it was huge! She backed off and lokked at it agian. No way she was going to
choke this down, soooo...
As if anticipating her thoughts, the head shed one, large drop of fluid, which
Beverly kissed off his head, Grinning up at her patient as just the front of her
lips touched just the tip of his head, her head turning so her teeth rolled back
and forth across it. Picard could see very little with Beverly's lab coat still
on, but he could not mistake the rumpled pile that had been her pants, left
behind as she climbed up on the table with the patient, her legs spread wide
over his.
Thank god for my dancing, she thought as she crept up the Ensign's legs,
stopping here and there to lick and mnibble. All the strength in her legs
allowed her to support her rear, keep clear of the young man's legs, but still
keep her pussy low enough that when it was level with the abase of his dick, she
only had to push just a little to grind herself over the swollen tool. up and
down, she swwoped over the whole length, soaking it with her juices, which were
running down her own legs. Behind her, Picard saw inly her back and thighs
arching into the boy, like she was the one fucking him. He could still see
nothing of it, but her sighs and his gasps were definately aiding the hardening
in his own suit...
Get ON with it, he begged silently...
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