Cody scores a VIP (Very Important Pussy); Ryan masters the fine arts of pussy eating and doggystyle
Galactic Date 5130.504
“How’d it go last night, dude…?” Justin asks Logan as they start another on duty day, getting into their armor in the non-com’s locker room; both boys are short on sleep, but this isn’t a first for the two veteran studs. “Good, Sarge…real good! She was forty…fucking prime! Dumped 5 loads into her!” Logan responds proudly. “Mine was thirtysomething…tiny little chick, a real fuck toy…gave her 6 loads!” Justin reports on his encounter. “Yo, I musta got my chick off at least 30 fucking times, bro…she was kinda weird though…kept counting them off every time she came!” Logan elaborates. “Yo, that’s wild, dude! Yeah, I don’t know, between eating pussy and fucking, my chick must have cum like maybe 20 times…” Justin agrees. “The third time we did it, she had multiples…totally destroyed her…she couldn’t stop screaming! Made her totally lose count!” Logan chortles gleefully. “Yo, cool, dude! It’s always awesome when they have multiples like that!” Justin agrees. “I dunno…we do all the work, they cum 20 or 30 times and we only cum like 5 or 6…really doesn’t seem fair, dude…” Logan reflects. “Mother Nature is a chick, dude…just look at it this way, though…the more they cum, the better chance we have of knocking them up!” Justin observes cheerfully…
“Mmmm…how many girls did you say you’ve been with, baby…?” Traci asks Ryan. “Yo, I didn’t say, but only two besides you…” the freckle faced teen replies, briefly pulling his mouth away from the MILF’s splayed out snatch. “Oh my gawd!” the blonde gasps, throwing her head back on the pillow as Ryan thrusts his face between her thighs again and wraps his tongue around her clit. A buxom 38 year old, Traci boasts a pair of d-cup knockers; she looks studious with her pair of nerdy librarian glasses but in reality she has a bubbly, airheaded personality. Feeling neglected by her 17 year old boyfriend, she was an easy mark for Ryan in the online MILF chat room and she readily agreed to a hookup with the cute, freckled redhead. “Pussy is good…almost as good as Melissa’s!” Ryan murmurs to himself, as he eagerly laps the MILF’s clam. “Mmmm…I’m getting so close, baby! How did you get so good at eating pussy…?” Traci asks, squirming and starting to sound noticeably breathless. “I dunno…guess I’m just a natural at it…that’s what the first chick said…” Ryan murmurs in reply, relentlessly working the MILF’s clit as her breath starts coming in rapid, heaving gasps. “Pussy…is so…fucking…sweet…” the teen intones approvingly between slurps and smacks on the well matured sushi. “Yes! Oh my gawd! Yes!” the blonde shrieks suddenly, her thighs quivering uncontrollably as her first orgasm surges over her. “Cool! One down…two to go!” Ryan murmurs happily; tonight, for the first time, he’s going to carry out the pussy eating rule of three taught to him by Logan…
“C’mon, trooper…let’s see that dick!” the blonde exclaims impatiently to Cody as they enter her apartment; leading him by the hand to the middle of her living room, she drops to her knees and starts undoing his jeans. Things are moving fast and Cody is still trying to process what’s happening. He can’t believe his luck; he’s going to get head from his captain! Looking gorgeous in a body hugging blue minidress and black stiletto pumps, 29 year old Allison was on the prowl for random dick at Quadrant 15 when she just happened to bump into the cute redhead and wasted no time in taking him home with her. Now the stud’s petrified love worm comes springing out as the blonde pulls down first his jeans and then his briefs and starts vigorously bobbing her head up and down on his precum oozing tool. “Yo, I never scored a captain before!” the redhead exclaims happily, flashing a boyish, tinsel grin with his braces. “And you’re not going to tell anybody that you did, either! Got me…?” Allison replies, looking up at him and giving his nut pouch a warning squeeze. “Yo, no way am I gonna tell anybody…I don’t want Justin beating the shit outta me…” the teen agrees readily. “That’s right, baby…this is going to be our little secret…what Justin doesn’t know won’t hurt him!” Allison replies, before subjecting the redhead’s pecker to another vigorous flurry of head bobs. “Oh shit! Suck it, bitch!” Cody gasps, throwing his head back and letting out a deep groan. Allison pulls her mouth off the pulsating tool and gazes up at the teen as his spit slickened shaft throbs in front of her face. “Mmmm…yeah, I’m your bitch tonight, baby! Let’s not waste any more time!” she purrs lustfully. Jumping to her feet, she grabs the stud by the hand and leads him back to her bedroom…
“Oh my gawd!” Traci moans, her toes curling in her high heels as she achieves her third orgasm of the night. Glutted from feasting on blonde MILF snatch and with the rule of three fulfilled, Ryan pulls his face out of Traci’s muff and positions himself on top of her, poised to slip his stiffened 5 inch tool into her well primed babymaker. “Wait…I’m trying to remember…did I take my birth control today…?” the dazed, airheaded blonde suddenly wonders out loud, putting her hands on the teen’s shoulders, gently holding him back on the very threshold of penetration. “Yeah, you told me that you did…remember…?” Ryan blatantly lies, pressing himself insistently against the MILF’s outstretched hands, edging his hips forward, his dick throbbing impatiently. “Did I…? Yeah, I guess I did…” the befuddled MILF quickly convinces herself; pulling her hands away, she spreads her legs wide and lets out a little giggle as the freckle faced teen slips his rigid love stick into her saturated slot and starts to thrust…
“C’mon! Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder!” Allison shrieks as a grunting, sweat bathed Cody pummels her pussy doggystyle. “Fucking…blonde…bitch!” Cody growls through gritted teeth as he ruthlessly pistons his hips; he reaches out, grabs the captain’s mane of luxuriant golden hair and yanks her head back. Allison lets out another piercing shriek as Cody accelerates the force and tempo of his pelvic lunges. “Fucking…bitch!” he hisses into the captain’s ear through gritted teeth, putting his face next to hers as he pounds her with unbridled ferocity. “Oh my gawd! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Allison screams, her eyes rolling back in her head as she orgasms, the stud tightening his grip on her hair and pulling her head back even further, punishing her high ranking pussy with a culminating, frenzied barrage of thrusts, until finally his nuts explode and he lets out a loud, guttural orgasmic bellow, spewing his nut sludge into the blonde’s well pounded snatch…
Gasping loudly, Ryan heaves his hips in a frenetic series of thrusts as Traci yelps gleefully. “Oh my gawd, baby…you’re not gonna last!” the blonde exclaims, looking up through her glasses in wide eyed amazement at her freckle faced partner. Ryan just grunts in reply; he knows that he can’t and won’t last very long with the frantic pace that he’s setting for himself and that makes him fling his pelvis even harder and faster as he hurtles towards ejaculation, determined to blow his load as quickly as possible. The sheer intensity of his carnal efforts sends Traci spiraling into a screaming orgasm; in response Ryan’s nuts convulse savagely in mid-thrust, matching his climax with hers. Lathered in sweat, groaning deeply, he feels his tool spurting, hurling clots of his redheaded DNA into the blonde MILF’s love box; he hasn’t even lasted 5 minutes…
“I’m going to have to put you on report, trooper…for fucking all of your officers! First Brittany and now me!” Allison purrs as she cuddles with a sweat soaked Cody after sex. “Yo, at least you didn’t make me wrap my dick…” the redhead replies appreciatively. “Oh my gawd! I can’t believe that she did that to you! What a bitch! What a waste of cum!” Allison commiserates with the stud. “Yeah, she said she didn’t wanna have my baby…I mean, what a way to hurt a dude…” Cody replies, with more than a hint of bewildered self-pity. “I’m proud of you, baby! You had an assignment and you carried it out…you fucked the bitch! And now she’s not our problem anymore…I transferred her ass to Beta!” Allison replies consolingly. “Yeah, she wasn’t even that good, anyway…” the redhead remarks, giving a dismissive shrug of his shoulders. “You know, I never fuck rank-and-file guys, only corporals and sergeants, but I figure you deserve a reward for what you did with her!” Allison purrs. “Yo, thanks!” Cody replies, flashing a wide, tinsel grin. “And we’re not done, baby…we’re going to fuck all night!” Allison assures him…
“Oh my gawd…yeah, baby…yeah!” Traci moans as Ryan pounds her doggystyle. Hammering her love box with steady lunges of his hips, the teen watches the MILF’s bountiful ass cheeks jiggle with every thrust that he slams home. “Oh my gawd!” Traci wails, throwing her head back and tossing her blonde mane as she achieves her third orgasm from doggy. “Pussy is…so fucking…good!” the teen gasps, maintaining his even pace. The novice stud has been thrusting steadily for well over 5 minutes now and isn’t even close to cumming; Round 1 in mish was fast and furious, but now Round 2 in doggy is going to be all about endurance. “I’m getting close again, baby!” the MILF calls out breathlessly as Ryan eyes her quavering nether cheeks. Unable to resist any longer, he draws his hand back and smacks one of the rounded, bouncing cheeks as hard as he can. “Ouch!” the MILF yelps. “You like…that…?” the stud asks in a taunting tone, as he continues his steady thrusting. “Oh yeah, baby! I’m a bad girl! Smack my ass again! Smack it!” the MILF calls out. Ryan complies, slapping the jiggling cheek again and again until it’s glowing red and the MILF is shrieking wildly; she soon has her fourth orgasm and still Ryan keeps thrusting, working up a heavy sweat but successfully holding his load back as he prolongs the pussy pounding session…
Massive amounts of cum are pumped out of the spurting dicks of both Cody and Ryan tonight, depleting their balls of redheaded DNA. Allison loses count of all the orgasms that she achieves from Cody’s rough, doggystyle fucking; after a couple of hours of sleep, she treats him to some cowgirl at sunrise before sending him on his way home. Ryan, meanwhile, builds his skills as a stud, becoming ever more proficient at doggy, finding just the right spot and hitting it again and again, bringing Traci to climax innumerable times during their long night of fucking. The befuddled MILF still puzzles herself trying to remember if she really did take her birth control while Ryan uses his 5 inch tool to maximum advantage, spurting inside the buxom blonde 8 times in an impressive show of adolescent stamina…
Delta Quadrant
“So, who’s this new woman in your life…?” Lora asks Colby as they snuggle together after sex. “Blonde chick from Alpha…she was here on a business trip and I fucked her…” the stud replies briefly. “There must be more to it than that…every time I ping you to come over here, you tell me that you’re chatting with her…” Lora replies. “You jealous…?” Colby asks with a smirk. “You know me, baby…I’m not jealous of your two girlfriends, so I’m not going to be jealous of some random hookup from Alpha…” Lora replies dismissively. “Yeah, I don’t know…I mean she wants me to come visit her, but she’s started saying some crazy shit, too…” Colby replies. “Like what…?” Lora asks. “She says that she wants to have my baby…and somehow she found out that I have a girlfriend and she’s pissed at me for that…just crazy shit…” Colby replies. “That’s not crazy at all…sounds like she’s jealous…what does she look like…?” Lora asks; in response, Colby retrieves his ping from the nightstand and shows Lora a picture of the mystery woman from Alpha. “She’s gorgeous…what’s her name…?” Lora asks. “Melissa…she’s 39…what do you think I should do…?” the teen asks. “Make a trip to Alpha and get her pregnant…you’ve gotta do it, dude!” Lora replies without hesitation. “I can’t go without getting an okay from my captain…and with the offensive going on, I know that she’s not gonna let me go…” Colby replies. “Then get Melissa to make another trip to Delta and knock her up here…you can’t pass up an opportunity like this! I mean you could get mobilized any day now!” Lora encourages him. “Chicks! Everything has to be so complicated…Amy, Amanda and now this chick…” Colby laments his fate as a teenage stud. “I notice how you didn’t mention my name…” Lora observes with a smirk. “Yeah, that’s because you always give me good advice…you’re kinda like my aunt…except I don’t fuck my real aunt!” Colby replies, earning a giggle from his MILF lover. “Looks like you’re ready again, baby…” Lora purrs, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Colby’s fresh erection. “Fuck yeah, I’m always ready…” the cocky stud replies. “Just relax, baby…you’ve been doing all the work…let me take over this time…” Lora now says; putting her hands on his shoulders, she slides herself onto his lap and pins him into place, locking her pelvis together with his. Impaling herself on his love pole, she slowly starts to rock herself atop her freckle faced stallion, gradually increasing her tempo until she’s riding him at full gallop, a lusty MILF cowgirl…
DAILY CASUALTY REPORT:
3,045 space troopers killed in Delta Quadrant offensive. 375 killed in minor actions. Total death toll: 3,420.
Galactic Date 5131.504
“Oh my gawd! This game is so amazing…the end of the first quarter, Epsilon has the ball and the game is still scoreless, a total stalemate! The Epsilon Comets are punishing the Alpha Asteroids, five Asteroid players have been carried off the field, but the Asteroid defense is still solid and the Comets haven’t gained any yardage! This is the most intense Junior League football game I’ve ever seen!” the bubbly blonde announcer shouts into her mic as Shannon and Ryan, perched on the edge of their seats, watch the brutal contest on their galactic screen TV. “The Comets are so awesome…they’re really putting a hurting on the Asteroids!” Shannon exclaims gleefully. “Yeah, but they still haven’t scored…no matter how many dudes they take down, they still gotta get on the board…and the Comets are taking hits, too…” Ryan replies. “Yeah, but they’re still going to win! Go, Comets!” Shannon yelps. “Yo, what’s up with you rooting for the Comets anyway? The Asteroids are our home team…” Ryan reminds her. “Yeah, but the Comets are all redheads…redheaded Epsilon farm boys…Logan gets so mad at me when I root for them!” Shannon replies with a giggle. “Yo, are you still gonna freak out if I try out for the Asteroids…?” Ryan now asks her. “Why would I freak out…? You live in Alpha, so you’re going to play for the Asteroids…” Shannon replies. “Yo, I thought that you didn’t want me to play at all…you were like, ‘no, I don’t want you playing football because you’re gonna get hurt…’” Ryan reminds her. “Oh, I guess it’s okay…I mean you’re a space trooper now, so why shouldn’t you play football…?” Shannon replies with a sigh. “Cool! The Asteroids are having Junior League tryouts next week!” Ryan replies happily. “Good! I hope you make the team…I can’t wait to see one of those Epsilon farm boys put you on your ass!” Shannon replies with a giggle…
Galactic football is patterned after American high school football, at least outwardly. The ball is the familiar spheroid shape and the uniforms are almost exactly the same, with the players wearing the same type of helmets, shoulder pads and other protective gear. While the game is divided up into 12 minute quarters, just like a high school game back on Earth, the way it’s played, however, is radically different. Each team fields 14 players and passing the ball is strictly prohibited; the object of the game is to gain yardage and score points by brute muscle alone in head-on clashes of sheer brawn. Rough play isn’t only tolerated, it’s encouraged; clotheslining and spearing opponents are two favorite tactics and about the only thing prohibited is a direct, deliberate shot to the nuts. Injuries, especially concussions, are frequent and driving up the injury count for both teams sometimes seems to be the whole point of the game; a game where at least one player isn’t carried off the field is considered a disappointment, no matter what the final score is. There are two leagues, the Senior League that pits the biggest, most muscular 16 and 17 year old studs against each other and the Junior League where 14 and 15 year olds compete. Although younger and scrawnier, the Junior League players make up for their smaller body mass with sheer ferocity and Junior League games are noted for their raw savagery and high injury rates. Women are the driving force behind all this brutality; all the coaches are female and they set the tone by exhorting their adolescent players to play mean and dirty and show no mercy to the boys on the opposing team. Taking the field, the players are cheered on by big boobed, mini-skirted teenage cheerleaders and most of the fans in the bleachers are female. Ranging from teenage girls to MILFs, the fans feast their eyes on the players in their super tight fitting pants showcasing their bulging junk and tight, firm butts; the players also wear cropped jerseys to show off their bare bellies and sculpted abs to their adoring female audience. Besides getting their dose of adolescent eye candy, the fans are also there to revel in the sheer violence of the game and the boys brutalize each other on the field with gusto. Flinging himself at an opponent to bring him down in a bone jarring tackle, throwing out a stiff arm to catch a running boy in the throat with a classic clothesline or risking concussion as he launches himself headfirst at another boy’s midsection to brutally spear him with his helmet, the teenage player turns his body into a weapon, knowing that the more damage he inflicts on his fellow teens, and potentially on himself, the louder and more frenzied the cheers that he’ll earn from the rowdy female fans…
“Yo, dude, that’s 100 credits you owe me!” Dawson declares triumphantly to Alec as the final score for the galactic football game flashes on the TV. “100 credits…? How do I owe you 100 credits…?” Alec asks in disbelief. “Dude, you said that if the Comets won the game, you’d pay me 100 credits…and the Comets just won, 9-2!” Dawson counters, brushing his stray lock of blond hair away from his forehead. “Dude, I don’t have that kinda money…I was just trash talking…you know how it is…” Alec replies. “A bet is a bet…it’s not cool to welch on a bet, dude…” Dawson reminds him. “Dude, I just don’t have the money…” Alec replies in consternation. “Okay, then how about something else that’s worth something…how ‘bout your bike…?” Dawson suggests. “Dude…I’m not giving you my bike!” Alec replies. “Skateboard…?” Dawson now proposes. “Dude, no way…I’m not giving you my bike or my skateboard!” Alec replies adamantly. “Dude, you gotta make good on this bet!” Dawson insists, his frustration mounting, but just then, Alec gets a flash of inspiration. “Yo, I know what! You can have my girlfriend! I’ll pay you off in pussy!” Alec exclaims happily. “Your girlfriend…? You mean some little airhead who lip syncs to Gina Andromeda…? No thanks! I fucked three chicks like that last week!” Dawson snorts contemptuously. “Dude, I’m not banging some little Xaron High slut…this is my woman!” Alec counters, proudly flashing a pic on his ping. “Yo, dude! That’s a fucking MILF! How did you score her…?” Dawson asks, dazzled by the gorgeous blonde. “’Cuz I’m a stud…her name’s Melissa and she’ll work off the debt!” Alec assures his friend. “Yo, what if she doesn’t go for it…?” Dawson asks. “Dude, her ass is mine…she’ll do whatever I tell her to do…” Alec reassures his friend and the teens exchange a high five to seal the deal…
The stench in the Epsilon Comets’ locker room is overwhelming after the big game. The floor is littered with crumpled, sweat streaked jerseys, sweat drenched shoulder pads, smelly socks and discarded pairs of football pants befouled from musky teenage junk and sweaty asses. The victorious players are not only exhilarated by their win but also by anticipation for the special reward that they’re going to get; as expected, they won’t have long to wait for it. The door to the locker room swings open and a squad of half a dozen gorgeous blonde chicks, wearing the skimpy, mini-skirted uniforms of the Alpha Asteroids cheer squad come sauntering in. Following a long-standing tradition of the Asteroids/Comets rivalry, the cheerleaders of the losing team blow the winning players in the locker room after the game and the busty Asteroids beauties are here to keep the tradition alive. Crinkling their noses in disgust and murmuring snarky comments to each other about the stench, the blondes manage to force themselves to smile as the naked, redheaded Epsilon farm boys line up in the middle of the locker room. There’s 22 of them, randy and freckle faced, their rigid, sweaty fuck sticks pointing yearningly at the ceiling, their tautened, musky nut pouches bloated with pent up genetic sludge, making taunting comments about how they kicked the Asteroids’ asses and now the blonde sluts have to service them. There would be even more dicks lined up, but 6 Comets are in the stadium’s infirmary, being treated for concussion and other serious injuries, along with 8 of their Asteroid opponents, a testament to the savagery of tonight’s contest. The girls approach unflinchingly, with a steady, deliberate tread, all of them gorgeous 17, 18 and 19 year olds, the cream of the cheer squad. The task that they have to perform is humiliating; gorgeous, sophisticated big city blonde chicks having to suck off sweaty, smelly redheaded farm yokels, but it’s also strangely thrilling and all of the girls on the suck squad are eager volunteers. Leading them is the cheer squad’s tall, stunningly beautiful, big boobed 19 year old captain, who considers it a point of honor to join her girls on the mission. They plant themselves in front of the long line of sweaty redheads, spacing themselves out at regular intervals, as if deploying for battle, each one of them making eye contact with each of the boys that she’s about to suck off.
The girls’ captain, standing in front of the boys’ captain, a short but muscular teen with a 7 inch pecker, locks eyes with him, smirks and then drops to her knees and takes his veiny, throbbing love tool into her mouth. This is the signal and the rest of the blonde squad drop to their knees and start sucking. The 14 year old redheaded farm boys, with their buck teeth, freckles and sweat matted hair, are subjected to a synchronized oral assault, the blonde heads bobbing in unison on their throbbing, purple headed love worms; a well drilled squad who have trained, practiced and performed together as a team, the girls bring the same precision to their carnal task that they demonstrate with their cheer routines on the sidelines at game time. Keeping her hands at her sides, each girl is allotted 4 dicks to suck, and applies her mouth to each one in turn, moving swiftly down the line of throbbing one eyed worms and then back again; there’s some overlap between the girls and a few lucky boys have their tools worked by two eager female mouths. The earlier snarky comments from the boys have been silenced and the locker room is now filled with the sound of male groaning and grunting as precum starts to flow freely and ball pressure mounts rapidly. Most of the upright peckers are 5 inchers which the girls gulp down with ease, but they also throat 6 and 7 inchers with effortless proficiency. The blondes perform their task with silent determination, except for the captain, who taunts her male counterpart; “You know you wanna cum…cum for me, baby!” she murmurs to the sweaty football captain in between bobbing her head up and down on his love pole. None of the sweaty, grunting redheads wants to be the first one to cum, but release is inevitable and a cute, curly haired player with buck teeth is the first to give up his load, uttering a loud “Oh shit!” as his nuts spasm and his 5 inch tool flings a thick clot of ball scum high into the air. This causes the dam to burst, literally, and penises start spurting uncontrollably and explosively all along the line. The locker room is now filled with the sound of loud male gasps of pleasure, and deep, visceral groans of release as ejaculatory spasms forcefully propel thick clumps of redheaded semen in every direction. Part of the tradition is that the girls don’t swallow and as a result the locker room quickly turns into a slimy open air sperm bank. Blasted out in thick clots or spewed out in splattering streams, leaping straight up into the air, tracing a high, looping arc or flinging out at a flat, level trajectory, the sperm gushes freely and in ever increasing volumes. The girls bravely ignore all the flying nut scum as they continue to suck the dicks that still haven’t spurted, but they don’t escape the barrage of genetic goo. Their uniforms are thoroughly splattered and globs of cum daub cheeks and chins; a gorgeous 17 year old yelps as a high velocity jet of cum catches her directly in the eye, but recovering quickly, she gets back to work, ignoring the nut scum stinging her eye as she brings two more dicks to orgasm in rapid succession. Random globs of redheaded sperm land in thick luxuriant blonde manes where they will coagulate and be forgotten; only later will hairbrushes snag painfully on the fused, glued-up tangles of hair. Thick clumps of DNA splatter and coat the floor in a sticky white glaze; repeated spurts from multiple dicks hitting the same area of the floor create slimy white pools of cum, genetic cocktails comprised of the mingled sperm of multiple boys. Globs of ball scum hit the lockers with hollow, metallic thumps and one highly pressurized load rockets straight upward, impacting the locker room’s low ceiling with an audible splat. Midway through, the boys’ captain finally orgasms; just at the moment of climax, his female counterpart reaches out, grabs his nut pouch and squeezes firmly, causing his first spurt of cum to whip itself high into the air, leaping halfway across the room before splattering the floor, further expanding the seething pool of man slime in the middle of the room. Finally, the last dick spurts; the final drops of cum ooze out to splatter the tile floor and add to the swarming genetic soup that coats the entire locker room; enough sperm has been spilled to create an entire brigade of redheaded space troopers. Their balls drained, the boys troop off to the showers, while the girls exit the locker room and embark on their walk of shame, their cum splattered faces and uniforms offering a silent rebuke to the Alpha players who lost the game…
Justin groans with pleasure, his rigid, throbbing dick lodged in his MILF companion’s throat. Danielle, 38, is Justin’s STUD assignment for tonight and he knew that she would be a wild ride when he first met her for dinner at Astron’s. A statuesque blonde wearing her hair in a sassy pixie cut, the 5’11 MILF showed up for the dinner date in a tight fitting white minidress showcasing her gym toned body, C-cup rack, perfectly rounded ass and long legs, her white stiletto pumps boosting her height by an extra 5 inches and enabling her to tower over the 6’1 Justin. With a teenage energy level, the MILF bemused the stud by bouncing in her seat and singing along to the piped in music at Astron’s, being an especially avid fan of Gina Andromeda. Now, back at her apartment, with Gina providing the mood music, she’s down on her knees, gulping the stud’s 9 inch love worm with ease and vibrating it with her throat as she hums along to one of Gina’s slower, more sultry tunes; she pulls her mouth off the stud’s tool for a moment, grips it with her hand and singing along with Gina, she croons to the spit lathered, pulsating shaft, handling it like a purple headed mic. “Love, love, love…you have so much love for me!” she warbles, deeply, feelingly. “Holy shit!” Justin murmurs out loud, impressed with the MILF’s oral skills while discounting the weirdness of having a chick singing to his dick. “Oh baby…gimme that love, gimme that love…give it to me!” the MILF echoes Gina, greedily sweeping some precum onto the tip of her tongue before engulfing the stud’s tormented love worm in her mouth again and subjecting it to another flurry of head bobs. “Holy fuck!” the stud groans, throwing his head back, the pressure in his balls building steadily. Humming non-stop, the rigid penis filling her mouth, the MILF grabs the stud’s nut pouch with her hand and starts massaging it, vigorously kneading his balls and getting him to groan yet again. The music fades out and the MILF briefly comes up for air. “I love Gina…I just really feel her music, you know what I mean? I mean, like, she just has so much depth…” the MILF muses out loud, managing a plausible pseudo-intellectual air as she gazes up at the stud, keeping a firm grip on his tool. “Fuck yeah!” the stud gasps, willing to agree to anything the dick sucking MILF wants to say; just then the next track starts playing, one of Gina’s most high energy, bouncy tunes and Danielle immediately thrusts her mouth down on the throbbing tool, inhaling it in one gulp. Matching the frenetic rhythm of the song with her head bobs, humming along, the MILF quickly brings the stud to the brink of ejaculation. “I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum!” Justin gasps urgently, feeling the tidal surge in his balls; he resists the strong temptation to clamp his hand down on the blonde’s head and shoot his load directly down her throat. Danielle pulls her mouth off the stud’s tool just in time; “Holy shit!” he exclaims as the first spurt hurtles through the air and catches the MILF square in the face with a slimy splat of teenage man sludge. Obediently opening her mouth, bobbing along to the music, she feels the warm, white pool of genetic goo expanding, filling her maw; in just a few moments, she’ll send the gooey mess to her belly in one big gulp…
“Deep, deep, deep, baby…love it so deep!” Danielle sings along lustily with Gina Andromeda, riding cowgirl on Justin’s love pole. With her cum splattered dress lying crumpled on the floor next to her bed, heels still firmly clamped on her feet, the MILF is smashing her pelvis into the stud’s with steady, rhythmic force; the teen is impressed by just how firmly the blonde’s well toned thighs keep him pinned to the mattress as the bed creaks loudly beneath them. The fucking has been going on for more than 10 minutes now, the MILF matching her tempo to the music; just when Justin thinks that she’s going to ride him to climax, one of Gina’s slow songs comes on and she slows her pace, backing him away from the edge. “Oh, oh, oh!!!” she suddenly cries out, her voice ascending steadily in pitch as she achieves climax; Justin can feel the orgasmic shiver running through her body, her thighs pressing into him. “Fuck yeah!” the stud exclaims, reaching up and clamping his hands firmly onto the MILF’s bouncing boobs, getting her to moan again. There’s a brief silence between tracks; the MILF bounces herself vigorously, now seemingly determined to bring the stud to climax, but he’s just as determined to hold back his load. “Oh my gawd! You’re never going to cum!” she gasps breathlessly. “Gonna make you work for it, bitch!” Justin replies, willing himself not to cum; looking up at the panting MILF with a malicious smirk, he gives her bodacious tits another squeeze. The new track starts playing, another one of Gina’s slow songs; “Make it last, make it last, oh baby, make it last…” Danielle moans along in a breathless voice, decelerating to a slow, sensual grind, as Justin feels himself receding from the brink yet again…
“Holy shit!” Justin gasps, looking up at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath. “Fifteen minutes, baby…probably closer to twenty! You lasted SO long!” Danielle purrs, as she runs her hands all over the stud’s heaving chest, congratulating him on his endurance. “I thought I was never gonna stop cumming…holy shit!” the stud exclaims. “It’s those big balls of yours baby! You make a lot of load for whores like me!” Danielle replies, giving the stud’s sweaty nut pouch a loving squeeze. After the epic cowgirl ride, the stud and the MILF will fuck for the rest of the night. Alternating between doggy and mish, Danielle will keep singing along to Gina Andromeda, high heels still on her feet, as Justin works to impregnate her with a future space trooper; counting the preliminary blow job, the stud’s tool spurts 8 times tonight…
“Oh yeah! Oh yeah, baby!” Scarlett exclaims, cheering on the stud who’s taking his turn in her pussy tonight. Her latest conquest is Cole, a tall 15 year old stud with curly blond hair and a 7.5 inch tool; he’s already smashed her into several orgasms, taking her in her favorite doggystyle position. Lathered with sweat, the stud throws his head back and lets out a series of loud gasps as his balls spasm; his tool flings thick clots of blond DNA deep into Scarlett’s love slot. He stays to fuck her for the rest of the night and they catch a few hours of sleep together; in the morning he pumps a sixth and final load into her before taking his leave, just another random hookup that helps build Scarlett’s resume as a little redheaded cum dumpster…
DAILY CASUALTY REPORT
3,126 space troopers killed in Delta Quadrant offensive. 336 killed in minor actions. Total death toll; 3,462.
Galactic Date 6101.504
The New Recruits
0500. The boys stand in long lines, with varying degrees of eagerness, impatience and nervousness, but above all, sleepiness, waiting for the intake process to begin. There are more than 100 of them in this one room and this is just one local processing center out of hundreds in Alpha Quadrant; there are numerous other facilities in Beta, Delta and Epsilon and thousands of boys are going through the same process all over Xares-27 on this very day, the day that they will join the ranks of the space troopers. All of the teens are bare ass naked and they all stare straight ahead, avoiding eye contact with each other; the teens in the back rows avert their eyes from the hairy butts of the boys standing in front of them. A good mix of blonds and redheads, they’ve all turned 14 within the past month and several of them are celebrating their birthdays today. The room that they’re in is big, empty and cold, with the air conditioning turned on full blast; the boys shiver as they shift from foot to foot but at least the frigid temperatures help to keep them awake. Talking out of the corners of their mouths, they make sarcastic, ribald comments to each other, mostly about how their balls are tightening up in the chilly air; being teenage boys, random erections are only to be expected, and it’s not long before many of the love sticks in the room are standing at full attention. After about 15 minutes, the door finally opens and two blonde women wearing white lab coats enter the room, their black stiletto pumps clicking rapidly on the cold tile floor. The first is attractive, intelligent looking and somewhere in her mid thirties, with a stethoscope around her neck and a pair of glasses perched on the end of her nose. Professional and yet provocative, her lab coat reaches down to just above her knees and is cut low to display abundant cleavage. Accompanying her is another similarly attired blonde, about 10 years younger; also wearing glasses, this woman has a more vacant, airheaded look on her face; her shorter lab coat reaches down to mid-thigh and her bountiful pair of boobs are on the verge of spilling out of her skimpy, low cut nurse’s uniform. The sight of the two busty blondes has the desired effect on the assembled group of adolescent boys; the penises that aren’t already erect stiffen immediately and those that are throb and pulse even more intensely. “Good morning! I’m the Chief Medical Officer and this is my assistant, Judy. We’re here to administer your intake exams! It won’t take more than 5 minutes for each of you and then you’ll all be space troopers!” the older woman announces, earning murmurs of approval from the teens. Without any further ado, the exams begin, the click of high heels resounding on the tile floor as the doctor and her assistant begin making their rounds…
The CMO and her assistant step up to the first recruit, a curly haired blond. The teen is bare ass naked except for his backwards baseball cap; he’s also sporting a noticeably throbbing erection. “Yo, my bad…” the boy murmurs apologetically. “No worries…boys will be boys…” the CMO replies reassuringly. “Yeah, we need to measure your…ummm…equipment, anyway!” the assistant adds with a giggle; the two women are getting exactly the kind of biological response that they want to get from the adolescent recruit. “Height, 5’5, weight, 121 pounds…” Judy announces, wanding the recruit with a state-of-the-art sensor based measuring device. “Open your mouth…” the CMO now orders the boy. First looking into the teen’s wide open mouth, she then shines a light into his blue eyes and then his ears and then places her stethoscope against his bare chest, first listening to the young, strong heart and then instructing the boy to take several deep breaths so that she can listen to his lungs, all the while being careful not to brush up against his erect penis. She steps back and Judy points her measuring wand at the boy’s pulsating love tool; “Penis size, 5.26 inches, Engorgement, 100%…” she announces, reading off the results as the boy’s face flushes red. The CMO then pulls on a latex glove and places her hand under the recruit’s tightened up nut pouch. “Excellent!” she announces. “Are you a virgin?” she now asks in a businesslike tone. “No way!” the teen replies, managing a sly little smirk. “Good boy! You’re combat eligible!” the CMO replies approvingly. The doctor’s assistant now positions herself behind the new recruit. “This is going to pinch a little…” Judy warns him, giving him a second to brace himself before she pokes him in his left butt cheek with a needle. His butt’s going to be sore for the rest of the day, but he’s now microchipped and from this moment on, his ass, along with the rest of his healthy young body, belongs to the space trooper force...
Bobby’s pecker is throbbing and pointing at the ceiling as the CMO and her assistant examine him; in an intense state of arousal, he has some precum standing at the slit of his rigid, yearning tool. “Height, 5’9, weight, 131 pounds…Penis size, 7.01 inches, Engorgement, 100%...” Judy intones. “You’re a big boy…are you a virgin…?” the CMO asks. “No, I got a girlfriend!” Bobby replies proudly, not mentioning that his girlfriend is a 41 year old big titted MILF. “Lucky girl!” Judy giggles, taking an extra moment to admire the teen’s tight, firm butt before she eagerly punches her microchipping needle into his left cheek. “Ouch!” Bobby exclaims, as Judy smirks with sadistic satisfaction. “Big and strong…you can’t let this one get away from you, Judy!” the doctor purrs, unashamedly trying to hook her assistant up. “Believe me, I’d love to, doctor, but he does have a girlfriend…and besides, I’ve got a date tonight, anyway!” Judy replies with a giggle, as the bashful teen flushes red. “Congratulations, recruit…you’re now a space trooper!” the doctor informs him. “Thanks, doctor!” Bobby exclaims, flashing a winning boyish grin at the two blondes, his erect penis still throbbing. “Can you believe it…? My mom tried to get an exemption for me!” he adds with a disbelieving snort…
“Are you fully erect?” the CMO asks the cute blond recruit (5’5, 123 pounds). “Almost…” the boy replies, his face flushing, a stray lock of golden hair falling across his forehead; his love worm is standing up, but not quite as proudly as the CMO would like. “Measure him…” the CMO instructs her assistant. “Penis size, 5.09 inches, Engorgement, 90%…” Judy announces. “Okay, recruit, use your hand…don’t jerk it, just pump it a little bit…that’s it…just like that…” the CMO encourages him, as the teen uses his hand to stimulate himself to full arousal. “Yo, it's real hard now…” the boy reports; his tool now stands tall and proud, blue veins thumping visibly, outlined on the alabaster shaft. “Measure him now…” the CMO orders. “Penis size, 5.60 inches, Engorgement, 100%…” Judy now reports. “Much better…an extra half inch!” the CMO announces approvingly; the larger measurement is recorded in the teen’s medical file. “Virgin…?” the CMO now asks. “Yeah…” the boy mutters, his face flushing again. “I have to assign you v-status, but hopefully you’ll be able to take care of that soon…” the CMO advises him. “Yeah, I got a date tomorrow night…I met a chick in chat and she’s gonna take care of me…she’s 35!” the teen replies proudly. “Gotta love the patriotic women of Xares!” the CMO replies, as Judy gives the teen a thumbs up...
“Height, 5’4, weight, 112 pounds…” Judy announces the stats for freckle faced Johnny. “Penis size, 5.06 inches, Engorgement, 100%...” she continues, prompting a derisive snicker from the recruit’s twin brother, Jimmy, standing next to him. “Must be fun having a twin brother…” the CMO observes in a sarcastic tone as she continues her examination. “Yeah, dude is just jealous because our girl likes me better…” Johnny replies. “Yeah, right…in your dreams, bro…you’re the one who’s jealous because I hooked up with her first!” Jimmy retorts. “Wait, you guys have the same girlfriend…?” Judy asks, her eyes opening wide. “Yeah, and I was with her last night!” Johnny exclaims, even as Judy jabs her needle in his butt, inserting his microchip. The CMO next examines Jimmy. “Height, 5’4, weight, 114 pounds…Penis size, 5.09 inches, Engorgement, 100%...” Judy announces the second twin’s vitals. “Not that much bigger than your brother…and I’m sure you both know how to keep your girlfriend happy…” the CMO observes, tamping down the sibling rivalry at least for the moment. “Yeah, I guess I don’t mind sharing her with him…he is my bro after all…” Jimmy concedes, flinching only slightly as he gets microchipped in turn…
It takes a little bit less than 3 hours to measure the height, weight and dick sizes of the 111 new recruits, give them their cursory physical exams and microchip them; all are healthy boys with healthy libidos. With varying degrees of blatancy, no less than 6 of the horny teens hit Judy up for sex during the course of their examinations; with a giggle, she fends each of them off by invoking her impending date tonight. One randy, bucktooth redhead boldly propositions the CMO herself while his veiny pecker is being measured; the doctor compliments the horny teen on his throbbing 6.24 inches but politely refuses his offer. With the exams complete, the naked recruits are photographed, one by one, each of them smiling broadly for the head and shoulders shots that will serve as their thumbnails on the High Command’s casualty report page once they’ve made the ultimate sacrifice for Xares-27. The recruits are then each given a small plastic cup and line up to provide their sperm samples. Thankfully, there are private, curtained cubicles for them to beat off in and the recruits waiting their turn can hear the muffled gasps, groans and grunts as their fellow teens spew their DNA into the sample cups…
After donating their sperm samples, the newly minted troopers line up to be issued with their gear; they’re given their armor, helmets and boots and then directed to the locker room to put on their equipment for the first time. They experience the strange thrill that every boy feels transforming himself into an armored war machine, a living, breathing teenage battle robot. Helmets on, they line up and a trio of busty blonde officers, a captain and two lieutenants, enter the locker room to inspect them. Conscious that their tight fitting armor flatters the male frame and subjected to the admiring scrutiny of the female officers, they discover the benefits of the armor’s flexible lining as it accommodates the fresh erections that they pop; the opaque faceplates of their helmets shield their blushing faces and save them from any embarrassment as their armor encased peckers throb insistently. The inspection complete, the captain turns to address the new recruits. “Welcome to the space trooper force, men! I have some excellent news for you…you’re going to be organized into recruit platoons, given two weeks of accelerated training and then shipped off to join the offensive in Delta!” she announces. “Cool!” “Awesome!” “Yo, we’re goin’ to Delta, dudes!” adolescent voices chorus their approval from behind their helmets. The captain now asks Bobby and several of the other tall recruits to step forward; complimenting them on their imposing physiques, she informs them that they will be made platoon leaders, earning them murmurs of approval from their fellow teens. “Sixty-seven of you are v-status…no shame in that, but as you all know, v-status troopers are not deployed in combat…” the captain now announces, silencing some muffled snickering. “I’m granting all of you a week’s leave, effective immediately, so that the v-status troopers can resolve this issue…you will report back here in exactly one week…you will be confined to barracks, undergo training and then all combat eligible units will be shipped to Delta immediately upon the completion of training…” the captain continues, prompting more excited murmurs from the armored ranks. “V-status, do what you need to do…this is a big opportunity and none of you want to get left behind when all your friends ship out to join the big offensive in Delta!” she exhorts them. “Dismissed!”
Inspection completed, the officers leave the locker room and the newly inducted troopers strip off their armor and excitedly head to the showers. Showering together gives the teens another bonding experience and Bobby becomes fast friends with the two redheaded twins, Jimmy and Johnny; the trio share a chuckle about their experience at the Exemption Review Board hearing, where their respective moms tried to “save” them. Also in the massive shower room is another set of twins; Billy (5’5, 111 pounds, 5.13 inches) and Tommy (5’5, 116 pounds, 5.19 inches) are strikingly cute, high spirited blonds, both with short, spiky hair and as he towels off after his shower, Bobby overhears them complaining about how they’re both v-status and need to get laid ASAP. Bobby tells them that he knows somebody who can help them with their dilemma and he and the twins exchange their ping IDs. The teens put their street clothes back on and exit the induction center to begin their week’s leave, all of them determined to score some pussy. As he leaves the induction center, Bobby hears the click of high heels rapidly approaching from behind; “Bobby…Bobby!” the woman’s voice calls out to him and he turns to see the CMO’s busty assistant, Judy, hurrying up to him. “Hey…I just wanted to give you my ping…I’ve got that date tonight, but maybe we can hang out some time later this week!” Judy tells him, peering at him earnestly through her glasses. “Yeah, sure…that would be cool…” the shy, handsome blond replies in a somewhat surprised tone, exchanging pings with the nurse…
22,921 new recruits join the ranks all across Xares-27 today, a record number, a byproduct of steadily rising Xarian birthrates that have been trending upward for at least the past decade. The High Command has no fear of running out of fresh adolescent bodies to throw into the ongoing Delta offensive or any of the other big combat operations that they have planned for the coming weeks and months…