Teens in Space: The Zadon Wars (part 7)

Courtney Starr gets new material for her vlog; Melissa gets an unexpected visitor

Galactic Date 5120.504

Beta Quadrant

“Oh my gawd! This helmet is ruining my hair!” exclaims the high pitched voice from behind the mirrored face plate. The armored figure is much more shapely than those surrounding it; the trooper removes the helmet and with a toss of the head, reveals a long, glorious mane of golden hair. “Yo, you shouldn’t take off your helmet like that…” a male voice admonishes the hot blonde armored chick. “I’m not worried…there aren’t any Zadons for miles around! Why don’t you guys take off your helmets, too…?” the girl asks cheerfully. “Because we can’t…” replies another male voice; unlike the civilian female that they’re escorting, the male space troopers have their helmets locked in place and won’t be able to remove them until they return to base. “Awww…bummer!” the blonde replies in an empty expression of sympathy for her male companions. Already a celebrity at 19, Courtney Starr is a popular vlogger who posts content about the war on her website; the High Command allows her exclusive, albeit limited access to the outer fringes of the war zone, mainly because her aunt is a colonel. Shooting videos in front of ruined buildings, she gives her mostly female, mostly teenage audience the vicarious thrill of combat. Today, she’s touring a wrecked village in Beta Quadrant where 600 space troopers perished in battle last week; she’s accompanied by a sergeant (17), a corporal (16) and seven 15 year old troopers, a sizeable escort highlighting her celebrity status. As she traipses around the ruins in her armor and high heeled boots, her escorts have mixed feelings about their mission. On the one hand, they’re sweating their balls off and potentially risking their lives just so some chick can go around recording video and taking selfies; on the other hand, Ms. Starr is some serious eye candy, and 9 armor encased teenage peckers stand at full attention in her presence. The handsome blond sergeant has a date with her tonight and the entire escort unit shares in the vicarious thrill of knowing that Sarge will be buried balls deep in the delectable blonde; he’s promised the squad that he’ll show her no mercy in bed. Fortunately, there don’t seem to be any Zadons anywhere in the vicinity and the boys of the escort unit start to breathe a little easier. The photo shoot is just wrapping up when a trooper posted as a lookout in one of the ruined buildings suddenly shouts “Zadons!”

“Yo, where did they come from…?” the bewildered sergeant asks the lookout as he and the other troopers come running towards the assembly point. “I don’t know, Sarge…they just appeared out of nowhere!” the trooper replies in a breathless voice. Moving quickly, the space troopers, together with Courtney, pile into their land skimmer, an open topped, ten seat vehicle more than fast enough to escape from the cyborgs. The corporal jumps into the driver’s seat, hits the ignition button…and nothing. “What’s wrong?” the sergeant asks urgently. “Ignition failure…” the corporal responds in a frustrated voice as he pushes the button several more times in futility; they’re using an old model skimmer and maintenance problems are notorious and frequent. “Shit!” the sergeant exclaims. “CommLink! CommLink!” he barks into his helmet mic. “This is CommLink…over…” the female voice at the other end responds. “CommLink, this is Detached Squad 5942…location, Grid B-255…we need extraction support…over…” the sergeant replies; he’s greeted by an extended period of silence. “DS 5942, is Nebula with you…? Over…” the female voice finally replies. “Affirmative…we are escorting Nebula…we need extraction support…urgent!” the sergeant replies. “Extraction support is being dispatched…stand by…” the female voice assures the teenage sergeant. “What are we going to do…?” Courtney asks breathlessly. “We’ve gotta at least hold them off until the extraction units arrive…” the sergeant replies; jumping out of the skimmer, he pulls his laser pistol from its holster and releases the safety. The rest of the squad, including Courtney, still clutching her helmet, disembark from the useless skimmer. “You better put your helmet back on…” the corporal advises the gorgeous blonde. “No, wait! Keep your helmet off so that the Zadons can see that you’re a girl…as bad as they suck, they never hurt chicks!” the sergeant tells her. He’s just about to order his squad to scatter and take up positions in the ruined buildings to delay and harass the Zadons, but it’s already too late; three of the giant cyborgs emerge from the debris of the village and plod steadily towards them…

The small band of space troopers forms a line, with Courtney standing a little distance apart. “Oh my gawd!” she gasps, looking up at the cyborgs towering over them; even in spite of her career as a war correspondent vlogger, this is the first time she’s seen a real live Zadon in person. The Zadons come to a halt; one of them, apparently the pod leader, takes two or three extra steps forward. “Yo! This is NOT a combat mission…we are escorting a civilian…a civilian female…we have no hostile intent!” the sergeant declares bravely, re-holstering his pistol to emphasize his peaceful intentions; although he’s 6 feet tall, the Zadons make him look puny by comparison. The lead Zadon trains its beady red eyes on the sergeant. The tension is heavy in the air; for a moment it appears that a stalemate has been reached. Then without warning, the cyborg raises its right arm and fires a burst with its shock wave weapon. As Courtney gasps out loud in horror, the sergeant is knocked off his feet and sent sprawling by the blast; slammed heavily onto his back, he feebly tries to raise his head, lets out an agonized groan and then lies still. There’s a shocked moment of silence. “Fire!” the corporal shouts; in response, the thin line of space troopers blast away with their laser rifles at the cyborg who just killed their sergeant. The Zadon looks at them impassively, contemptuously, while his two fellow cyborgs still hang back; they know that their services won’t be needed. Again, the lead Zadon raises its right arm, locks in on the corporal and opens fire. In rapid succession, it fires again and again, bowling over all the boys standing in line. In less than 30 seconds, all the teens in the escort unit are lying flat on their backs in a neat row; the body of one of the 15 year old troopers gives a last convulsive shudder and then all lie still, the toes of their boots pointing skyward, the outlines of their engorged male tools visible in their tight fitting armored pants…

Courtney stands rooted to the spot, her eyes open wide in terror. She gasps again as the lead Zadon turns to face her, its eyes glowing with red hot intensity. She suddenly hears a deep, disembodied voice echoing inside her head. “All your males are dead, but you are safe…” it reassures her. “Oh my gawd!” she murmurs, her blue eyes opening wide as she realizes that the cyborgs are communicating with her telepathically. Too terrified to move, she and the 3 Zadons occupy the same space, along with the 9 armored corpses, for a long, uncomfortable moment. Courtney can’t know it, but the cyborgs are silently debating among themselves whether to use her as bait to lure more boys to their destruction. They finally decide against it, since they don’t want to risk having the female human caught in the crossfire. “We leave you in peace…” the deep voice echoes in her head and she watches as the trio of giant cyborgs turn and slowly lumber away…

Several more agonizing minutes go by and then help finally arrives in the form of a squadron of half a dozen skimmers, one of them equipped with a mounted multi-barreled rocket launcher. Packed with space troopers, the skimmers glide to a landing; the troopers disembark and quickly deploy into a defensive perimeter. Two tall, buff sergeants walk up to the trembling Courtney and gently guide her towards one of the waiting skimmers. The gorgeous blonde turns to take a quick glance over her shoulder. “Bummer…” she murmurs, gazing at the armored corpses of her escorts, experiencing a genuine, albeit shallow current of sympathy for the boys who sacrificed their lives trying to protect her. Once Courtney has been whisked away, the extraction unit hitches up the disabled skimmer to one of their craft so that it can be taken back to the base and repaired. The troopers then pile into the vehicles and exit the scene, leaving behind the corpses of the slain space troopers for the Zadon utility bots to haul away. Nine boys have lost their lives, but that’s a very small price to pay for securing the safety of Ms. Courtney Starr…

Alpha Quadrant

“You know, we could move to a bigger booth…” Shannon observes as she sits between Logan and Justin at Astron’s that evening. “Nah…we got enough room…” Logan replies dismissively, pressing himself into his girlfriend, as Justin squeezes up against her from the other side. Truth be told, Shannon doesn’t mind being sandwiched between the two handsome blond studs, but she knows what her boyfriend is trying to do and it’s just so blatant. “Yo, we gotta do this more often…I hardly ever see you anymore, Shan!” Justin exclaims. “I’m just so busy with studying…” Shannon replies with a shrug as she nibbles her spicy rocket fries. “Yeah, Shan’s gonna be joining the cadets next year!” Logan declares proudly. “That’s impressive…you’re gonna be an officer!” Justin observes. “Yeah, I guess so…right now I’m just worried about getting through my military science course…today we were learning how important tactics are…” the redhead replies. “Yeah, tactics are important, but you gotta have the right equipment…” Justin opines. “Yeah, Sarge is right…the big guns always win the battle!” Logan agrees, giving his fellow stud a wink. “I dunno…I mean, a guy can bring a really big gun to the fight and not know how to use it…” Shannon replies, eyeing Justin up with a challenging look; she takes a slow, deliberate bite out of her burger, allowing some of the creamy white burger dressing to linger at the corners of her mouth. “Yeah, you’re right…best to have a well equipped dude who knows how to use what he’s packing…” Justin agrees, watching Shannon wipe the dressing from the corner of her mouth with her fingers. “And he's got to be able to find weak spots in the defense…he’s got to be able to exploit an opening…” Shannon replies almost breathlessly, locking eyes with the handsome sergeant as she slowly, deliberately licks the white gooey dressing off each of her fingers, one by one. “Yeah…drive into that opening and really hammer it…” Justin replies, returning her steady gaze. “He’s got to pound it…pound it good and hard with everything he’s got!” Shannon agrees, her voice falling into a lustful purr. At her side, Logan sits silent in wide eyed amazement. It’s working! It’s really working! he thinks to himself happily…

Cody and Sean are hanging out at Saturn Pizza that evening; seated at their table, they’re waiting for the Titan Supreme that they’ve just ordered when Sean’s ping sounds off. “Yo, dude, it’s Scarlett…she’s home all alone right now…go over there and fuck her…” Sean suggests in a casual tone after reading the message. “Yo, you serious, dude…? You really want me to fuck your sister…?” Cody asks, staring at his friend in disbelief. “Yeah, I’m serious…Sarge popped her cherry last night…it’s your turn now…” Sean assures him. “Okay, I’ll go over there after we eat…” a skeptical Cody agrees. “No way, dude…Scarlett can’t wait…you gotta go over there right now!” Sean insists. “What about our pizza…?” Cody asks. “Dude, look how busy it is…we’re gonna be waiting for at least another fifteen, twenty minutes…that gives you plenty of time…don’t keep Scarlett waiting!” Sean counters. “Okay, okay…I’ll go dump a load in her…but you better not eat all the pizza…” Cody grumbles as he gets up from the table...

Wearing a t-shirt and Alpha Asteroids logo sweatpants, Melissa lounges on her sofa after work, idly channel surfing on her galactic screen TV. I really need to paint my toenails! she giggles, glancing at her bare feet. It’s been a busy week for the gorgeous blonde MILF…back-to-back days of working all day and fucking all night…should I just chill tonight and get to bed early…? she ponders. I’m still fertile…and tonight is another chance to get pregnant, she muses. Finally deciding that she needs to get laid, she quickly weighs her options. It’s too late to arrange a STUD call on such short notice and so she briefly considers putting on one of her tight fitting minidresses and a pair of heels to go hunting for random dick at Quadrant15 or one of the other big city clubs; she quickly rejects the idea and decides to ping Alec. She’s just reaching for her ping when there’s a knock at the door. Who can this be? she wonders. Jumping up from the sofa, the MILF scurries over to the door and opens it; she’s confronted with a boyishly cute redheaded teenager, who flashes her a shy grin with his braces. Recognizing him immediately, she beams him a smile in return and welcomes him into her apartment…

It’s another typical busy night at Xaron’s numerous clubs. Open to boys 15-17 and women over the age of 21, the clubs are the primary venue for hookups in the city; Quadrant15 is the biggest and most popular of these meat markets. Teetering atop their stiletto heels, the music thumping in their ears, the women who flock to the clubs in their low cut blouses and tight fitting miniskirts or minidresses are there for one reason only and with a ratio of 5 or 6 males to every female, they have their pick of teenage studs to choose from. The boys aren’t allowed alcohol, but the women drown whatever minimal inhibitions they have with potent Uranian Blast or Vizgarian Implosion cocktails and the sex begins in the hidden nooks and crannies of the clubs. As the walls vibrate with the music, a tipsy 20something redheaded bimbo sucks off a 15 year old blond stud in one of the restrooms; meanwhile a buzzed 40something blonde MILF surrenders her pussy to a lucky, well hung 15 year old redhead for a quick fucking in a darkened corner booth. The night is still young; there’s plenty of time to pick out a handsome, muscular 16 or 17 year old stud to go home with for the rest of the night…

“You’re sweating all over me…just like Justin! You guys sweat so much!” Scarlett exclaims, looking up at Cody and giggling as he thrusts into her. The stud just grunts in response; fucking the obnoxious, pigtailed redhead is turning into an endurance test. The a/c in her bedroom is turned off and Cody is sweating profusely, splashing Scarlett with a salty spray as he pounds away at her pussy. To make matters even worse, she won’t stop giggling…and that song…she has the new Gina Andromeda song playing on a loop! Gina’s high notes pierce his eardrums as he works his hips feverishly, willing himself to cum as quickly as possible. Finally, mercifully, he feels his balls spasm; he lets out a series of loud gasps as his tool spurts again and again, flinging thick globs of nut scum into the pigtailed redhead’s love box. His ejaculatory gasping throws Scarlett into another giggling fit; Gina Andromeda moans her approval as his tool continues to spurt deep inside his annoying partner’s pussy…

After dinner with Shannon, Justin and Logan report to the space trooper barracks and get into their armor; they’re in charge of the night patrols this evening, detachments of armored space troopers who will be roving the streets of Xaron until dawn. The first hours of their watch are calm, but the tension builds as closing time approaches. Everything in Xaron closes at 0200; at that hour the clubs disgorge swarms of frustrated 15-17 year old boys who didn’t manage to score any pussy for the night. Simultaneously, Astron’s, Saturn Pizza and all the other fast food joints also close their doors, unleashing hordes of rowdy 14 year olds who join the older teens out on the streets. With so many adolescent boys on the loose, trouble is inevitable and testosterone fueled brawls between rival gangs of teens are a common occurrence, especially between groups of blonds and redheads. It’s all up to Justin, Logan and their night patrol units to keep order on the streets and break up any fights before they get too far out of hand…

Cody, like Justin, can only stand just so much of Scarlett. Ignoring the pigtailed redhead’s pleading to fuck her again, he quickly gets back into his clothes and makes his exit. He rejoins Sean at Saturn Pizza and they demolish their Titan Supreme with the typical ravenous appetite of teenage boys. Neither one of them mentions Cody’s encounter with Sean’s sister…

Shannon returns home to an empty apartment; Ryan told her earlier that he’s sleeping over at Cody’s tonight. Dazzled by just how handsome and sexy Justin is, she’s feeling a little overwhelmed and wonders if she pushed things too far, too fast. But, hey, that’s what Logan wants, she shrugs. At least I got both of them all hot and bothered and they can’t do anything about it…they’re going to be in their armor all night and they won’t be able to beat off…I hope they both get blue balls, the horny bastards! she giggles to herself. More than a little hot and bothered herself, it takes her longer than usual to fall asleep tonight…

“Do you like that, baby…? Does it feel good…?” Melissa asks, briefly pulling her mouth away from the erect teenage penis and locking eyes with its owner. “Oh, yeah…real good!” Ryan murmurs in reply; bare ass naked, he’s seated on Melissa’s sofa, the blonde positioned between his legs, her eager mouth engulfing his rigid virgin love stick. “I’m sorry we can’t do anything else tonight, baby…but you know how it is…” the MILF apologizes between head bobs. Ryan groans in response; he knows how lucky he is to get his first ever blow job from a gorgeous, experienced MILF, but he really wants to lose his virginity and getting head just doesn’t count. He does have one slim chance to get what he really wants; remembering the advice that Cody and Sean gave him, he takes his shot. “Yo, I wanna eat your pussy…” he announces, blurting the words out with a breathless urgency. “But don’t you want me to finish sucking you, baby…?” Melissa asks, looking up at him quizzically. “You can finish later…right now, I wanna eat that pussy…” Ryan repeats, now in a more assertive tone, lowering his adolescent voice to the deepest pitch he can manage. “Yes, sir!” Melissa giggles, amused by the teen’s earnest demeanor. She quickly gets out of her t-shirt, sweatpants and pink thong panties, tossing them into a crumpled little pile next to Ryan’s discarded clothing and sneakers; her thong is soaked, betraying her excitement.

Melissa obligingly positions herself on the sofa, spreading her legs as Ryan eagerly gets down on his knees between her wide open thighs. The teen pauses for a moment to feast his eyes on the gloriously naked female body being offered up to him; pulling in a deep breath, he bravely thrusts his freckled face into the blonde’s splayed out muff and starts feeling around with his tongue. There’s no denying his enthusiasm; he makes audible slurping sounds as he quickly acquires a taste for sushi, but his lack of experience is all too obvious. I’ve gotta make her cum…but how…? he wonders, bewildered by the unfamiliar Venusian landscape that his tongue is so clumsily exploring. Melissa quickly comes to his aid: “Up just a little bit, baby…” she murmurs in a gentle voice and he realizes that she’s guiding him to her clit; the tip of his probing tongue soon nudges up against the carnal target. “Mmmm…mhmmm…that’s it, baby…” Melissa purrs, confirming that he’s found the right spot. He remembers Logan’s words of advice about eating pussy: grab the clit with your tongue and don’t let go! Latching onto the love button, he works it with determined intensity, rhythmically swirling it with his tongue. “Mmmm…you’re doing good, baby…real good!” Melissa purrs; starting to squirm with pleasure, she’s pleasantly surprised at how quickly the virgin teen is catching on to the art of pussy eating. His confidence growing, Ryan grunts with satisfaction as he feasts on the blonde’s snatch, keeping his mouth firmly clamped on the clit, slurping and smacking relentlessly; his efforts are rewarded with unexpected suddenness. “Oh my gawd! Yes! Yes!” Melissa moans, throwing her head back and writhing in ecstasy; she reaches out and grabs Ryan’s thick shock of red hair, clutching it tightly. “Wow…cool!” the teen murmurs happily, flashing his braces in a wicked grin. His erect penis is only inches away from the MILF’s saturated slot, its veins thumping angrily; his bloated balls are aching from pent up load. He now hesitates for a moment. Should I just stick it in…? the innocent redhead wonders, gazing at the beckoning vertical lips; Melissa quickly answers the unspoken question for him. “Oh yeah…fuck me, baby…fuck me…put it in!” the MILF exclaims in a breathless voice.

Ryan eagerly complies, lining himself up pelvis to pelvis with the gorgeous, horny blonde; pushing his hips forward, the oozing tip of his stiffened pecker brushes past the MILF’s labia. I’m in her pussy! the teen silently exults, his green eyes opening wide as he feels his rigid flesh wand sliding in easily, bathed in the blonde’s free flowing love juices. He clumsily starts working his hips, getting in a few ragged thrusts before he settles into a steady, even tempo, heaving his hips forward, pulling them back, slamming them forward again. He’s just found his rhythm and he’s picking up momentum when abruptly his swollen nuts convulse with savage force. “Holy shit!” the freckle faced teen gasps, as the first super pressurized glob of DNA is expelled from his balls and sent hurtling up the length of his stiffened tool; he’s brought himself to ejaculation many times before, but the intensity of this climax is unlike anything he’s ever experienced. “Fuck!” he groans, throwing his head back as he feels the deluge of hot white genetic sludge surging out of his penile slit, hurling itself deep into Melissa’s snatch, splattering the walls of the blonde’s love temple with countless millions of little wriggling gametes. Ryan’s vision narrows and he starts to feel lightheaded; his nuts give another seismic contraction that jolts his entire body and he lets out another deep groan. Holy fuck…am I gonna die…? he wonders, as he feels his tool spurting again, unleashing more of the thick, slimy white flood into the blonde’s already saturated babymaker…

Beta Quadrant

Grateful for her rescue from the Zadons, Courtney Starr shows her appreciation by fucking one of the sergeants in the extraction team that brought her to safety this morning. A tall muscular redhead, the 17 year old stud uses his 9 inch tool to hammer the delectable Ms. Starr into one orgasm after another during a long night of intense, sweaty copulation. As Courtney screams in ecstasy, her toes curling, she doesn’t give a second thought to her boyfriend, who’s spending the night alone in their nearby apartment, playing video games. Also forgotten are the 9 members of her escort, their armor encased corpses slowly starting to rot in the Zadon burial pit that they’ve been dumped into…

Alpha Quadrant

It all happened so fast. Ryan didn’t even last 5 minutes inside of Melissa; now, his orgasm spent, he’s just pulled his oozing pecker out of the blonde MILF. He’s gasping loudly, his heart is pounding and he’s bathed in sweat; his green eyes are open wide in amazement at the intensity of what he’s just experienced. Still in position on the sofa with her legs spread wide, Melissa looks at him and giggles. “You did it, baby!” she congratulates him, redheaded DNA slowly starting to seep out of her pussy. “Holy shit! I thought I was gonna die!” the teen gasps, still feeling lightheaded. “That was some orgasm you had…all those faces you were making!” Melissa giggles again. “Did you cum…I mean, just now, when we were fucking…?” he asks her. “I got real, real close, honey…but don’t worry, you made me orgasm when you were eating my pussy!” the blonde reassures him. Flashing her radiant smile, she closes her legs and motions for him to join her on the sofa and Ryan plops his naked, sweaty body down next to her. “Yo, I’m sorry I didn’t pull out…it happened so quick…” he apologizes, his face flushing red with boyish bashfulness. “Don’t worry, baby…you were in the moment…just like I was!” the MILF replies, giving him a reassuring peck on the cheek. “Well, I guess I better get going now…” the freckle faced teen murmurs, flashing a shy grin with his braces. “You don’t have to go, honey…you can stay and sleep with me…do you want to…?” the blonde asks. “Hell, yeah!” the boy replies, his face lighting up in a wide, tinsel grin; no doubt about it…he’s one lucky 14 year old dude!

Cheered on by Melissa, Ryan spends the rest of the night fucking the gorgeous blonde MILF in her bed. Working his hips with steadily increasing confidence and proficiency, he lasts just a little bit longer each time and halfway through their second round, he realizes that he’s fucked the MILF into an orgasm, as she lets loose with a long, loud moan. This opens the floodgates and the Melissa experiences a series of orgasms, climaxing at least two or three times during each round of fucking. Counting their preliminary encounter on the sofa, Ryan’s tool spurts 6 times that night; the gorgeous MILF makes no objection as he ejaculates deep inside of her. The boyishly cute redhead has the kind of first time experience that most teenage boys can only dream about; best of all, with his v-card punched, there’s nothing holding him back from going into combat now…

DAILY CASUALTY REPORT

376 space troopers killed in minor actions across the planet today. This number includes the 9 members (6 blonds and 3 redheads) of Courtney Starr’s escort.

(to be continued...)