Teens in Space: The Zadon Wars (part 2)

What's it like to be a teenage space trooper? Let's put on the black battle armor and find out.

Galactic Date 5115.504

Alpha Quadrant

0500. Justin and Logan, both short on sleep after long sex marathons with their respective girlfriends, get into their armor in the non-coms’ locker room; they’re both looking forward to a routine on-duty day with no combat missions. “So what’s goin’ on, dude…do you want me to make my move…?” Justin asks as he pulls on his boots. “I’m trying to hook you up, Sarge…she’s just not goin’ for it…” Logan replies, wriggling his bare ass into his armored pants. Just then, both boys get pinged simultaneously. “Yo, STUD call for tonight!” Justin announces happily, checking the message. “Yeah, same here…it’s a good one, too!” Logan replies. “How good…? Forty…?” the sergeant asks. “Forty-two, Sarge! Forty-two!” Logan replies with a grin as the two handsome teens exchange a high five. “Mine is 35…kinda young…wanna trade…?” Justin asks half jokingly as he pulls his upper body armor out of his locker. “No way, Sarge! No way am I passing up 42 year old pussy!” Logan replies. “I don’t blame you, dude…I wouldn’t swap, either!” Justin assures him. “You know, I do feel kinda guilty, though…I mean, I’m gonna get laid tonight while Shan’s sitting at home…just like all those other nights when I’m out fucking some random chick…” Logan observes. “Dude, you’re only fucking all these other chicks because you’re part of STUD…you gotta spread your seed…Shan knows that…” Justin assures him. “Yeah, but I’m enjoying it, Sarge…I’m really enjoying it!” Logan replies. “Dude, how are you NOT gonna enjoy it…? Don’t worry about Shan…if you want me to make my move, I will…” Justin assures him. “Go for it, bro…I want her to at least even the score a little bit…” Logan replies. “I’ll take care of Shan for you, dude…just relax and have fun tonight! And remember our rule…lick her three times before you stick her!” Justin reminds him. “You know it, Sarge! Three licks drives ‘em over the edge…gets ‘em all primed!” Logan agrees as the two blue eyed blonds exchange another high five…

The Space Trooper Unit Development (STUD) program has been operating for 60 years now with impressive results. Participation in the program is mandatory for all qualified 16 and 17 year old space troopers and qualification is determined by biogenetically testing the sperm of all troopers who make it to their 16th birthday. If he’s found to be more than 90% likely to father male offspring, the trooper is enrolled in the program; Logan scored a 92 and Justin a 96 when their baby batter samples were tested. Working on a random, rotating schedule the members of the STUD program are assigned to copulate with, and hopefully impregnate, fertile women over the age of 35 who are more than 90% likely to conceive male offspring. During his encounter with the MILF, the STUD is required to ejaculate a minimum of 5 times inside of her; the female participants are encouraged to copulate every night during their window of peak fertility, preferably with a different STUD each time to foster sperm competition. The program has proven highly successful, resulting in the conception and birth of significant numbers of surplus males, with the numbers steadily increasing each year. The success of the STUD program goes hand-in-hand with the growth of the Second Wave Movement, the phenomenon of Xarian women in their mid to late thirties and early forties who commit themselves to having as many babies as they possibly can before their biological clocks tick down to zero. Having already produced offspring in their teens and twenties, these women have moved on to success in their careers while watching their adolescent sons go off to war and be slaughtered by the Zadons. Fiercely patriotic, they work feverishly to produce a second wave of future space troopers to fight the evil cyborgs; Second Wave chicks teaming up with the well hung members of the STUD program have produced a valuable pool of future manpower for the space trooper force, an ever increasing number of teenage boys who can be thrown into the meat grinder...

Our handsome blond studs, Justin and Logan, are just two out of the tens of thousands of teenage boys putting on the black battle armor of the space trooper force and starting their on-duty day. For most of them it will just be a day of dull routine, while others will experience the thrill and danger of combat. It’s now time to take a closer look at these adolescent space warriors…

THE SPACE TROOPERS: Life as a Teenage Space Warrior

Every boy on Xares-27 gets a ping on the morning of his 14th birthday informing him that he’s been auto enrolled in the space trooper force and ordering him to the nearest intake center within 30 days to be formally inducted. At induction, he undergoes a cursory physical examination and then has a microchip implanted in his left butt cheek; that tracks his location and gathers and records valuable data about his health and well being. The chip monitors his heart and respiration rates and also keeps track of his penile engorgement, literally recording the duration and rigidity of every erection that he has. The chip ceases to record and transmit data only upon the death of the trooper, enabling the High Command to compile highly accurate casualty reports by simply counting up the number of microchips that go offline each day. Once he’s been chipped, the trooper’s hairy teenage ass belongs to the High Command and he’s ready to put on his armor for the first time…

The space troopers’ black battle armor is super tight fitting, designed to be worn without undergarments. The teen trooper first wiggles and shimmies his bare ass into his knee length armored pants, a tricky process made even more challenging if he has an erection. Tightly hugging his hips, the pants have a reinforced crotch that can absorb a direct impact to his junk; the lining can also expand to accommodate a fully erect 12 inch penis, if necessary. The armor’s lining prevents chafing, but it also induces heavy sweating; the trooper’s ass and balls get very foul very quickly. He then pulls on his knee high black boots; worn without socks and lined with the same material as the armor, they’re clunky and awkward, weighing in at 10 pounds per pair. After locking his boots into place at the knees, the trooper then puts on his fully lined upper body armor which covers his entire torso and arms; it consists of a breastplate with attached sleeves hinged to a backplate that lock together when put on. The shoulders, chest and upper arms are built up, highlighting and exaggerating the male upper body and giving even the scrawniest 14 year old recruit a formidable appearance. The upper armor then sharply tapers in around the waist; even after skipping breakfast, the trooper is forced to suck in his gut as he fits the top together with the pants and locks it into place at the hips, giving his torso the coveted male V-shape configuration. If he’s going into combat or on any long mission, the trooper pops two pills into his mouth before putting on his helmet. One of the pills is a binder that arrests his bowel movements for 24 hours. The other is a timed release hydration pill that he tucks under his tongue; this replenishes all the electrolytes that he’ll be sweating out while he’s encased in his armor…

The trooper now puts on his headgear, a black helmet with a mirrored faceplate. For combat missions, the helmet is locked in place and can only be unlocked by a wand swipe back at the base after the mission has been completed. There’s a small microphone built into the helmet which fits into the trooper’s right ear; this is his CommLink which enables him to receive voice commands from HQ. A similar earpiece is nestled into his left ear; this is the neuron transmitter. The transmitter, activated when the helmet is locked in place, gives the teen a series of erection inducing jolts that keep him in a state of sexual arousal during combat, but more on that later. The rounded black helmet is completely featureless and completely closed in; it has an air intake and filtration system which can keep the trooper alive for 24 hours without taking the helmet off. The only thing breaking up the smooth, shiny surface of the helmet is the mirrored face plate which completely conceals the trooper’s appearance from outside viewers; anyone trying to make eye contact with the boy inside the helmet will see only his or her own reflection staring back at them. The whole intent is to provide an intimidating appearance, although it’s doubtful how intimidating even a 6 foot tall teenage boy would be to an 8 foot tall Zadon. To complete his uniform, the trooper pulls on a pair of thick black gloves and locks them into place at the wrists; the gloves are designed to give him a firm grip on his laser rifle, but like all the rest of his gear, they also induce heavy sweating. Overall, wearing the armor for 12 to 14 hours at a stretch is a brutal endurance test; the novice recruits are given no time to get used to their new gear before starting their merciless training program…

Space trooper training for the eager 14 year olds is rudimentary; it lasts 6 weeks and consists of the boys learning how to march and countermarch and point and shoot their laser rifles. The main formation that they’re taught is assault wave and countless hours are spent drilling them to press as tightly against each other as they possibly can, forming a thick, compact mass of armored bodies as they advance on the Zadon target dummies scattered all over the hot, dusty drill fields. Their training also acclimates them to being in their armor for long stretches at a time; they start their 12 to 14 hour days under the hot Xarian sun without breakfast and they’re shown no mercy. Dozens of recruits pass out every day during training and there are always at least a few boys in every training class who die from heat stroke or sheer exhaustion. In addition to the brutal physical training, their psychological training also starts from Day One…

Even before they join the space troopers, the adolescent boys of Xares-27 are highly motivated to fight the Zadons, determined to defend their mothers, sisters and girlfriends from the hated cyborgs; their carefully calculated psychological conditioning transforms this motivation into fanatical dedication to the cause. To fight the machines, they must become machines themselves and their gear starts to dehumanize them from the moment they put it on. The armor’s restricted range of motion, as well as its rigid locking system, makes the trooper’s movements awkward and robotic and the range of motion for his arms is so limited that it just barely allows him to raise his laser rifle to his shoulder for firing. Similarly, the claustrophobically close fitting helmet with its limited field of vision only allows the trooper to see directly in front of him through the face plate; he has no peripheral vision and if he wants to see anything even slightly off to the side, he has to turn his entire head to look at it. The desired result is achieved and the teens start to feel like machines when they’re in their armor; alternatively, some of the more imaginative boys feel like giant, hard shelled insects, much like the Xarian beetle. Whether he feels like a machine or a giant insect, the important thing is that he loses touch with his basic humanity; anything that he experiences while he’s in his armor, no matter how brutal or violent, is thus not a human tragedy. This dehumanization goes hand-in-hand with stripping away the individual identity of the troopers, which is the next essential component of their psychological conditioning…

No one looking at a helmeted space trooper can see his face, the most prominent feature that sets him apart as an individual human being; the trooper remains anonymous, with no name and no identity. If the armored, helmeted trooper tries to make eye contact with a fellow armored, helmeted trooper, he can only see his own reflection staring back at him in the other trooper’s face plate. He may be a blond and the other teen may be a redhead, but in their armor, there’s no telling them apart; they’re just two nameless, faceless machines blankly gazing at each other. This armor encased machine is grouped together with 104 other machines into a platoon; the platoon is then sent into battle in assault wave formation, the machines swarming into combat in one undifferentiated mass. His individual identity subsumed in the rolling tide of armored bodies, the teenage trooper quickly loses his fear of death; the knowledge that he’s perishing together with dozens or even hundreds of his fellow teens is strangely comforting. He’s just a nameless, faceless number sharing the common fate of the dehumanized mass; he's just one more click on a Zadon’s kill counter…

It's no accident that the voice crackling over the troopers’ CommLink helmet mic is female; the voice is alluring but not slutty and she’s known by the space troopers as Kaylee. The boys agree that Kaylee is definitely not a teenager; she’s much too mature sounding. She’s usually pictured as a captain, somewhere in her mid-20s, a hot, intelligent blonde with bountiful boobs, a pair of glasses sexily perched at the end of her nose. From their first day as raw recruits, the teens hear Kaylee’s voice as she greets them on their arrival at the training camp. After getting their initial orientation from their corporals and sergeants, Kaylee takes over the recruits’ training and puts them through their paces, droning into their ears through CommLink, marching and countermarching them across the parade ground for hours on end until their movements become mechanical. Inevitably, as she becomes more and more a part of their lives, most of the boys form an emotional attachment to her; many a new recruit can only stay on his feet during training because he doesn’t want to disappoint Kaylee by passing out from sheer exhaustion. The adulation for the disembodied blonde sometimes veers off into sheer silliness; the High Command’s electronic message board is flooded with posts from thousands of 14 year old boys declaring their love for Kaylee but it’s happily tolerated since it helps boost morale. This devotion, this desire to please and impress Kaylee no matter what the cost pays huge dividends on the battlefield. The mere sound of her familiar, comforting voice helps to suppress any shivers of fear that the teens feel when they step off their transport and see a real, live Zadon for the very first time, towering over them and surrounded by heaps of their slain fellow troopers. Hearing the familiar voice over CommLink order them to “Maintain assault wave formation…maintain assault wave formation…” inspires them to close ranks, squeezing against each other ever more tightly, presenting even more compact masses that the Zadons can slaughter more quickly and easily. “Take the position at all cost…take the position at all cost…” means that no cost in boys’ lives is too high to pay; “Hold your position…Hold your position…” means that the Zadons will advance only over their piled up dead bodies…

While Kaylee’s sway over the troopers is subtle and subliminal, the neuron transmitter nestled in their right ear is a more blatant form of sexual control over the randy adolescents. While teenage boys are constantly popping random boners, the transmitter eliminates the randomness and guarantees that all of the space troopers go into battle in a state of full sexual arousal; the pants of every suit of space trooper battle armor have precum stains on the lining from the leaking love tools of their owners. The trooper’s engorged, throbbing man stick and tautened nut pouch make him more aggressive; already reckless by nature as an adolescent male, he loses any shred of concern for his personal safety as his surging testosterone drives him almost into a frenzy. Encased in his armor, unable to beat himself off to release, he can only seek consummation in the excitement and violence of battle; death itself becomes equated as a form of sexual release in the minds of many of the troopers. It’s all summed up by the grim joke about the 14 year old recruit who got his first orgasm from his lusty MILF neighbor and his last orgasm from a Zadon…

Once they’ve gotten through their truly brutal physical and psychological training, the new recruits are graded as Class B space troopers and more eager than ever to face off against the hated Zadons. They’re integrated with veteran 15 year old troopers in regular (REG) space trooper platoons composed of 105 men and commanded by 16 year old corporals and 17 year old sergeants. In his new platoon, guided by the older boys, the 14 year old trooper learns how to deploy with his platoon into a firing line, receives additional weapons training and target practice and embarks on a rigorous workout regime to build his scrawny young body. Off duty, he’s a typical teenage boy, hanging out with his friends, shooting hoops, skateboarding, playing video games and, of course, hooking up (or trying to hook up) with chicks. The odds are against him reaching his 15th birthday; the loss rate for 14 year old Class B space troopers in REG platoons ranges anywhere from 60 to 75%. If he somehow survives to see his next birthday, the teen becomes a Class A trooper and if his luck continues to hold and he lives long enough, he can potentially become a corporal or even a sergeant…

Other than becoming a member of a regular (REG) platoon, there is also another, even more brutal path for boys just entering the space trooper force; becoming a member of a recruit (REC) platoon…

Even with the war continuing to rage, human birth rates on Xares-27 have been steadily increasing for the past 50-60 years. The increased number of humans means increased numbers of surplus males and the High Command has responded to this abundance by becoming ever more reckless with human lives. The quickest, easiest way to expend surplus 14 year old males is to organize them into recruit (REC) platoons; originally started in Epsilon Quadrant, the formation of these units has quickly spread to the other quadrants as well. The boys destined for the REC platoons are given compressed training of a mere 2 weeks during which they’re taught nothing more than to advance in assault wave formation; quite often they’re equipped with obsolete laser rifles and don’t receive even the rudimentary weapons training that regular space troopers get. Once they’ve completed their training, they’re grouped together into 105 man platoons of raw 14 year olds; there’s no attempt to integrate them into regular platoons with older boys who can teach them at least slightly more sophisticated tactics. They also don’t have non-coms; they’re led into battle by platoon leaders who are just the tallest boys in their training class. The recruit platoons are 14 year old Zadon fodder, used as the spearhead of space trooper offensives in which they throw their armored bodies at the cyborgs with fanatical recklessness. The casualties among these units are horrendous, with an effective 100% death rate, but their morale is unbelievably high; there’s a steadily increasing number of fresh faced 14 year old boys actively volunteering to join recruit platoons and the High Command has responded by organizing more and more of these convenient, highly expendable units…

Alpha Quadrant

Shannon’s mind wanders as she sits through her morning galactic politics course. Normally, she would be fascinated by the teacher’s explanation of how the Vizgarians can be allies of the humans but still pursue their own agenda, but today her thoughts are distracted. The entire class is female; girls need to complete their education so that they can go on to leadership positions in Xarian society. All army officers, up to and including the members of the High Command, are women; the President, her Executive Council and all four of the Quadrant Governors are also women. Shannon herself is slated to become an army cadet next year and will eventually be commissioned as a lieutenant when she turns 21, but even when she’s an officer and puts on her black battle armor, she’ll never actually see combat. By contrast, the boys of Xares-27, every last one of them, are sent off to fight and die at the age of 14. Shannon’s already lost 5 brothers to the Zadons; she’s well aware that neither her last surviving brother nor her boyfriend will live to see their 18th birthdays. Why do I just have to be a military bureaucrat? Why can’t I fight the Zadons, too? she asks herself…

“…Nine…” Ryan gasps in a labored voice, his forearms quivering and straining. “One more…you can do it, dude!” Logan’s encouraging voice reaches the recruit’s ears through his helmet. “…Ten!” Ryan grunts loudly, dipping his armor clad body down one final time and lunging it back upwards with all of his might; he finally lets himself collapse in a heap and then rolls over onto his back, panting loudly. “I’m proud of you, dude!” Logan congratulates him, reaching out his gloved hand; Ryan grasps it and raises himself up into a sitting position. Both boys remove their helmets and a sweat drenched Ryan slowly begins to catch his breath. “I suck…so…bad…” he gasps. “No, you don’t, dude…it’s not easy doing pushups in full armor…ten of them is good for a dude your age!” Logan reassures him. “Yeah, but you can do 30…and Justin can do 40!” Ryan replies. “Dude, I’m 16…Justin is 17…you’re only 14…just give it time…” Logan assures him. “Yeah, I guess you’re right…” the redhead agrees as he reaches out and grabs Logan’s outstretched hand again; the older boy now pulls him up to his feet and gives him a friendly clap on the back. To Shannon’s delight her brother and her boyfriend have become fast friends and Ryan looks up to Logan like an older brother. “You’re gonna build stamina, dude…you’ll be able to keep your armor on for 12, even 14 hours and not get tired…and the best part is when you’re in bed…you’ll be able to keep your woman happy all night long!” the muscular, veteran stud assures the still innocent younger teen…

“Oh my gawd, this is so boring!” Brittany exclaims as she sits in front of the monitor in the base control room. “Yeah, tell me about it…when we’re not cooped up in here, we’re inspecting barracks and equipment and transports…sooo lame…” her friend Taylor agrees. “And compiling the casualty reports at the end of the day…that’s the worst!” Brittany laments. “Yeah, counting up how many microchips went offline…” Taylor agrees, rolling her eyes. The two big boobed blondes, both 21, are newly commissioned lieutenants; hoping to get coveted positions on the High Command headquarters staff, they’ve been assigned to the space trooper barracks in Xaron instead, and their captain, Allison, has become annoyed with their negative attitudes. As the two young women continue to gripe, they hear a knock on the door to the control room. “Come in!” Brittany calls out in an indifferent voice; the door opens and two armored, helmeted space troopers step into the room and stand at attention in front of the two officers. “Escort detail reporting for duty!” a young male voice announces from inside one of the helmets. “Escort detail…? What escort detail…?” Brittany asks in a bewildered tone, exchanging puzzled glances with her fellow lieutenant. Just then, both officers are pinged with a message from the captain. “I have attached these two troopers to you as a security and escort detail and to provide for any and all of your other needs…” Taylor reads the message aloud. “Our ‘other needs’? She should have sent us a couple of corporals to provide for those!” Brittany comments with a dismissive smirk as the two troopers continue standing in front of them. “Well, these guys are pretty tall…you know what that means…” Taylor replies, sizing up the two anonymous 15 year old troopers. “I guess it’ll be kind of nice to have a couple of guys to boss around…we can send them to get coffee for us…” Brittany responds in a flippant tone. Little do the two lieutenants know the secret instructions that the troopers, Cody and Sean, have been given…

Delta Quadrant

“Dude, you shouldn’t have any trouble getting laid…blonde chicks are SO easy…” Colby tries to console his best friend, Jason. Jason, a fellow 14 year old, is a cute blond; although the girls giggle appreciatively at his dimples and his bright blue eyes, he’s still a virgin. “Dude, all the blonde chicks are banging redheaded dudes…like you!” Jason counters. “That’s because I got a big dick!” Colby replies boastfully. “I don’t mind you getting blonde pussy, it’s all these other dudes…from Alpha, Beta, Epsilon…Epsilon is the worst….” Jason replies. “Yo, dude, tell me about it…I heard this one little bucktooth asshole from Epsilon bragging about how he fucked three chicks at a party last night…” Colby replies. “I bet they were all blonde chicks that he banged…” Jason replies in a cynical tone. “You know it…dude has carrot colored hair and freckles…that’s what all the blonde chicks are hot for…carrottop was buried balls deep in blonde snatch last night…” Colby replies, secretly pleased that his fellow redheads are scoring so much blonde pussy. “Dude, I gotta get laid! We gotta go into battle together!” Jason replies. “Yeah, dude, that’s why I’m glad that they called off the offensive…they woulda sent me in without you…” Colby agrees. “Why did they call it off, anyway…? I thought we were getting real close to a breakthrough…” Jason now wonders out loud. “We were so close…I mean we were losing a lot of dudes, but if we just kept pushing, we woulda had a major breakthrough…that’s why they brought in all these bucktooth assholes from Epsilon…cannon fodder for the offensive…” Colby replies. “Wow, that sucks…to get that close, to lose all those dudes for nothing…” Jason observes. “Yeah, tell me about it…the High Command really fucked things up…that’s what happens when you put a bunch of chicks in charge…but no worries, dude, because when the next offensive starts, we’re going in together!” Colby replies. “Yeah, but I still gotta get laid!” Jason exclaims, bringing the conversation full circle. “Yo, I know who can help you…how about her?” Colby suddenly exclaims, showing his friend a picture on his ping. “Yo, she’s hot! She’s a MILF!” Jason replies, favorably impressed. “Yo, dude, she was my first…her name is Lora, she’s 36 and she loves helping dudes in your situation…dudes who need to get their v-cards punched so they can go into combat…” Colby replies. “Yo, I gotta meet this chick!” Jason exclaims. “I still chat with her…matter of fact, I just fucked her again last week…I’ll talk you up to her, then you can ping her…” the redhead advises his friend. “Yo, cool! Thanks, bro!” the blond exclaims appreciatively. “She’s all about fighting the Zadons, dude…she had 6 sons and those motherless bastards killed all of them…she’ll punch your v-card for you!” Colby assures his friend. “Cool! But then we’re gonna have to wait for the next offensive…” Jason replies. “Yeah, we’ll probably be waiting until next spring…” Colby agrees in a dejected voice. “Yo, that sucks! We’ll both be 15 by then!” Jason laments. “Nothin’ we can do about it, dude…no way is the High Command gonna launch another offensive in this quadrant before the end of the year…” Colby observes in a downcast tone…

Alpha Quadrant

“I can’t believe that we’re this far behind!’ the big titted blonde colonel exclaims in frustration, dismayed by the numbers that she’s reviewing with her assistant. As director of the Strategic Planning Department, the colonel realizes that if they fall short of their quota for the year, she’s going to get blamed for it, even though her plans aren’t the problem, the High Command’s feeble execution of them is the problem. “It’s all because of the spring offensive in Delta…we only spent 60k before it was called off…” her assistant, a brainy redheaded captain remarks, looking at her superior officer primly through the glasses perched at the end of her nose. “I told them, throw more resources into the spring offensive and keep it going longer…they stopped it after only 6 weeks…” the colonel replies in an exasperated tone. “The conditions in Delta are perfect for expending resources…we should have been able to spend at least 100k there…” the captain agrees. “What’s our average monthly burn rate…?” the colonel now asks. “Only 10k…at this rate, we’re only going to spend 180k for the year…” the captain replies. “That’s completely unacceptable…we’ve got to find ways to maximize our burn rate…” the colonel replies. “We’ve also got a resource allocation problem…we brought in a lot of surplus from Epsilon and now we have 25k just sitting there in Delta, going to waste…” the captain points out. “That’s not good…I want you to draw up a study on all the different ways we can maximize our monthly burn rate…in the meantime, I’m going to propose a renewed offensive in Delta…hopefully we can spend another 60k there at least…” the colonel replies. “Delta is the place to do it…I mean it’s just made for swallowing up resources…we can spend 10k a week there easy, 20k if we really push it…” the captain agrees. “And we need to push it…we need to spend at least 250k by the end of the year…” the colonel reminds her. The captain crunches some numbers. “If we can increase the average monthly burn rate to 15k for the rest of the year and spend at least 80k in Delta, we’ll be able to get total expenditure up to 245k by the end of the year…almost there!” she reports cheerfully. “Good! You work on burn rate and I’ll work on a new plan for Delta and we’ll present them to the High Command! We need to get moving on this, so have your proposals drawn up by the beginning of next week!” the colonel orders; the two women get busy putting together their detailed plans for spending 250,000 teenage boys by the end of the year…

Reaching out with her hand, Rhonda, a strikingly attractive, green eyed redhead with D cup boobs runs her fingers through Justin’s tousled blond hair as the muscular stud voraciously devours her pussy. “Oh my gawd! Yes! Right there! Right there!” she moans, tightly clutching the stud’s hair as his well practiced tongue finds just the right spot, sending her spiraling into yet another orgasm. Made her cum three times! the stud smirks to himself, fulfilling his pact with Logan to tongue every MILF into three orgasms before fucking them. With his pulsating 9 inch tool now oozing precum, he positions himself on top of the redheaded MILF and slides his stiffened rod into her well primed, slippery snatch. “Oh my gawd!” Rhonda gasps in a breathless voice, gripping the stud’s bulging biceps and gazing up into his deep blue eyes as he starts working his hips, quickly falling into a steady rhythm, grunting as he hammers her pussy with rapid, forceful thrusts…

In position on all fours, Misty moans loudly as Logan tongues her to orgasm; eating her out from behind, the stud grunts with satisfaction as he feasts on her well matured sushi. “Oh my gawd!” the MILF gasps, panting breathlessly as the stud continues to work her clit, steadily nudging her towards her next climax. The pleasingly buxom 42 year old has already given 6 sons to the Xarian war effort; she’s eagerly looking forward to nursing at least one more future space trooper with her bountiful DD jugs and Logan is just as eager to impregnate her. “Pussy is so fucking good…” the stud murmurs, relishing each slurp of the fortysomething snatch. “Nice ass, too…” he adds, getting the MILF to yelp as he gives her nicely padded butt a stinging slap. “Maybe I should just fuck you up the ass…” he now muses out loud, watching the fleshy cheeks bounce and jiggle as he gives them another swat. “You won’t get me pregnant that way, stud!” the MILF replies over her shoulder in a sarcastic tone. Putting his probing tongue back to work, Logan soon has the MILF shrieking as she tumbles into her second and then third orgasms. His pact with Justin now satisfied, Logan can’t wait anymore; his hardened love pole is oozing precum and throbbing insistently. He gets into position and slides his petrified 7.5 inch man worm into the loudly gasping MILF’s saturated slot. “Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!” Misty calls out over her shoulder in a breathless voice as Logan grabs her by the hips and starts to thrust...

“Mmmm…this pussy is sweet!” Cody murmurs appreciatively, briefly pulling his mouth away from the splayed out snatch and flashing a wicked grin with his braces. “Oh yeah, baby! Eat it!” his 39 year old neighbor, Melissa, cheers him on as the redheaded teen puts his tongue back to work. Moaning and squirming with pleasure, the tall, gorgeous blonde suddenly lets out a high pitched shriek as the freckle faced stud’s tongue finds the hot spot on her clit. Cody savors the taste of the MILF’s love muffin; she’s been teasing him for over a year now, making him wait to fuck her and he’s determined to show her no mercy. Batting her clit around with his eager tongue, he slurps, smacks and licks her into another orgasm before he slips his erect 6 inch pecker into her dripping love slot and starts thrusting…

Justin gasps loudly as his balls explode, hurling his baby making sludge deep into Rhonda’s love box. “You were amazing, baby!” the busty 35 year old MILF purrs, running her fingers through the stud’s sweat soaked blond hair as they snuggle after sex. “Yo, I’m cool with knocking you up, but don’t you want some redheaded dude to get the job done…?” the blond stud asks her. “Naw…all my sons were pure redheads…bright red hair and green eyes and freckles and they got teased so bad for it…I’m definitely going to water down the gene pool this time!” Rhonda replies with a giggle. “Cool! I pumped you full of that blond DNA!” the stud replies with a smirk. “You sure did! We’re going to make a beautiful baby…a handsome boy, just like you!” she purrs, caressing the stud’s face and looking deep into his eyes. “How many sons did you have…?” Justin now asks. “There were four of them…they’re all gone now…that’s why I’m starting on my second wave…” Rhonda replies with an indifferent shrug of her bare shoulders; determined to produce a second wave of space troopers, she now gives little thought to her first gaggle of rowdy redheads...

Drenched with sweat, Logan pounds Misty into yet another orgasm with his ruthless doggystyle pelvic lunges. The MILF lets out a piercing scream; she’s lost count of how many times the teenage stud has made her cum, each fresh orgasm more intense than the last. As he continues his steady pussy pounding, Logan keeps a firm grip on the MILF’s hips, watching her ass cheeks ripple as he slams home one forceful thrust after another. The big titted blonde with her bubble butt is built for doggy and the stud is proud of his endurance, having given her a prolonged, brutal hammering, but he can feel the pressure building in his balls and he knows that he can’t last much longer. Gritting his teeth, the stud accelerates his tempo into one culminating barrage of thrusts, mercilessly smashing the MILF into another screaming orgasm just as he feels the convulsive spasms deep in his nuts. “Oh shit!” he exclaims loudly as his tool starts to spurt, flinging thick white globs of his man scum deep into the blonde’s babymaker. “Oh my gawd! Oh my gawd!” the MILF gasps, as the groaning stud’s tool continues to spew genetic slime, pumping her full of the raw material that they hope will create a future blond space trooper...

Grunting loudly, Cody works his hips feverishly, thrusting forcefully into Melissa’s love box as she looks up into his eyes and runs her hands all over his sweat lathered body. “Oh yeah, baby!” she moans, feeling herself nearing climax again. Gasping now, pushing himself to the limit, Cody slams home a final flurry of determined thrusts; he groans as his nuts explode and his man worm starts belching deep inside his moaning partner, flooding her well pounded snatch with his redheaded DNA; Melissa lets out a loud, long moan as she joins her freckle faced stud in climax…

Justin and Logan both spend the rest of the night fucking their respective partners, blasting multiple loads into their pussies. With machine like relentlessness, Justin floods Rhonda’s babymaker with 8 loads of his blond nut sludge, hopefully containing the one little wriggler that will get the job done and override the redhead’s genetic code. Meanwhile, Logan mercilessly hammers Misty into numerous screaming orgasms; he spews a total of 6 loads of ball scum into his big titted MILF partner. Both handsome studs are satisfied with the night’s work; not only have they done their duty in helping to create the next generation of boys who will fight the Zadons, but there’s no denying that they had lots of fun doing it. Now it’s all up to the thrashing, gyrating little DNA carriers that they’ve unleashed into the fertile snatches of the two MILFs…

DAILY CASUALTY REPORT

There were no major battles today but the war against the Zadons never ends and 322 space troopers die in small scale skirmishes all across the planet…

(to be continued...)