Spider Attack 5 by TDM

(Spider attack 5 - includes original author note at the start.)

It became clear to me that chapter 5 of Spider Attack was going to be lengthy. There is a larger cast of characters and a certain level of detail I wanted to give to each encounter. So I have broken the chapter in to smaller parts, with the additional benefit of providing more material to all those readers who have been anxiously awaiting more of ‘Spider’. I hope to have the next part done shortly.

Spider Attack 5: The Silo (first time teen oral) By tdm@musictelecom.com

Johnson had the map spread out on his car hood. This land was flat as a pancake in almost every direction. Treeless terrain, he could see for miles, but could see nothing. Cynically, he checked the map index for ‘nowhere’. In error, it was not listed. What he really needed was a compass!

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a clump of black figures in the distance. They were moving. He stopped what he was doing to watch. Weren’t the buffalo extinct? Then the small herd changed direction, towards him now. His first time west of the Mississippi, Johnson was to see some real ‘wild life’! The herd grew closer; he began to be able to hear their gallop. A little larger than he thought buffalo to be.

They WERE coming directly towards him. A little unnerving, should he get back in his car until they passed? Were they actually charging? That was a silly thought. His yellow Camry was hardly very threatening, yet the herd had changed their travel to come his way. Something wasn’t right, Johnson could feel it.

Getting closer, he was able to make out more detail of the animals. Huh? What in the world were they? Closing. Many legs. They were about 1000 meters away when his eyes grew wide. Unimaginable. He couldn’t believe it, if he could have he would have recognized them sooner. Spiders, as large as trucks. Sprinting at him.

A breeze blew his map away as he scrambled to get in his car. The ignition turned. Closer. He was pointed at them. He would have to do a K-turn and turn around. Closer. First, then reverse, then back to first gear, he was ready to floor it. To speed away. The car lurched violently and Johnson was thrown forward against the steering wheel (there had been no time for the seatbelt). Glass burst and plastic car panels buckled, the sound was deafening. And the sound of the mandibles clicking…

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The pair of yellow school buses with black stripes lumbered to a stop on the under maintained road into the middle of an expanse of field. The only structure evident was a small concrete entrance no bigger than a garage. A man in starched blue uniform was at the entrance. His terminally bored attitude changed as young students dismounted. “Harrisburg High School” each bus read.

It was a mixed group of about 30 teenagers, but several girls were so attractive that their incredible looks just jumped out at a man’s eyes. There was one cheerleader in the group. A complete knockout. Her long blond hair hung in loose curls down to her hips, certainly she would have to tie her hair up to do anything athletic such as cheering. She wore a bright blue Adidas windbreaker suit, a megaphone adorning the right breast. And what a set of breasts they were! Very big and with the bounce of teen youth. They had moved about a great deal when she stepped down from the bus. A soft swishing sound as the tits rubbed against her windbreaker top. She walked amongst her classmates towards him.

Then he noticed an older lady, 25?, maybe 28? Standing next to him, looking questionably at him.

“What?” Sergeant Regis asked.

“I said”, the woman adopted the impatient voice known to her science students, “That I am Mrs. Gordon. This is the school science club from town. Aren’t guards normally more attentive?”

She was fairly attractive in her own right. Brunette hair pinned up in conservative fashion. A fairly slim figure. Her chest was larger than any of her students (which helped make her waist seem slim) but her bosom was not as pert and upright as her extremely young High Schoolers. Some of whom had developed cleavage within the past months, and were yet giddy and self conscious of the two big bumps they could not hide.

Sgt. Regis spoke with her. Of course they had all been expected. A guard is not normally posted at the entrance, only when a tour group was scheduled. Missile Silo C21 was in the process of de-commissioning itself and its ICBMs. Politicians, EPA inspectors, a few others, and now the local High School science club. The end of the cold war sure changed everything.

Sandy was feeling completely self-conscious. She had forgotten to give her laundry to Mom to do yesterday. She woke this morning to the fact she had nothing at all to wear! Luckily, she thought, she was going on some stupid field trip. So she would be away from almost all the people at school (certainly there was no guys in the geeky science club who mattered). And so she was in her bright blue Adidas windbreaker suit, WITH NOTHING UNDERNEATH! No bra, no panties. Only small ankle high Adidas sport socks as her only other clothing. (The school had a bulk purchase deal with Adidas for school sports uniforms, and extended to students a big discount on other merchandise.)

The vinyl like material rubbed noisily against her skin as she moved, (especially on her free bouncing boobs)! She felt that no one might notice she was nude beneath the material. Sandy’s nipples had grown hard from the constant caress of her light jacket. Her hope was this pocket protector gang would be more intent on their calculators to be checking her out. Sandy’s virginity was safe and secure.

The small concrete garage contained only one thing; a utilitarian metal staircase leading downwards into the ground. Sgt. Regis counted heads as the class moved in. He had already used his walkie-talkie to call one of the missile crew to meet them at the bottom of the stairs.

Mrs. Gordon also watched her students. They were a pretty attentive lot, all college prep or honor students. Only a couple jocks (those padding their college applications) and couple ‘‘burnouts” (kids believed by most to smoke weed and other loser activities). Finally Jen walked by. The 15-year-old sophomore had chestnut hair down to her lovely bosom. Tan brown skin just like Jennifer Lopez. Jen was a naïve, trusting, eager to learn young girl who really looked up to Mrs. Gordon (the only person to ever pay any attention to Jen). Mrs. Gordon imagined young Jen topless as the girl walked past her, so that Jen’s ripe new breasts bobbed freely beneath a canopy of that lovely light brown hair. Not knowing each other’s thoughts, they exchanged smiles.

A ‘click’ of field hockey players passed Sgt. Regis. He nearly lost his count as his penis grew erect in his trousers. The four girls all wore the bright blue (evidently the school color) Adidas windbreaker pants. Their graceful stride hinted at strong athletic legs beneath the material. Each wore different tops though. The oldest (17?) wore a VERY tight tit hugging black turtleneck shirt with short sleeves. A four-inch zipper ran down the back of the turtleneck. So tight was the top that the pattern design of the girl’s bra could be seen through it. Ornate decoration for the girl’s size 34C bulges.

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“That school group is here.” Major Dumont informed his co-worker who had just entered the control room.

“Great, I still have the floor tore up at Silo 3. We’ll just show them Silo 1 and get them out of here. Did my wife call?” Captain Gardner plopped into a comfortable chair. The underground control center module was a two floor circular chamber deep in the earth. Some of the most sensitive computer terminals had already been removed, but there remained an atmosphere of military tension. Switches labeled ‘arm’, ‘confirm’, and ‘launch’ lend a unique air to the work area. The upper floor was partitioned in half, the sensitive command center separated by bulletproof glass and strong steel from the other half. A final defense against the missiles being ‘compromised’.

“Yeah, she said that you would be home. Which means that I couldn’t come over tonight.”

“Fuck You, Sir.” Two man missile crews either got along, or got along after hours (or possibly days in the case of an alert or drill) of cramped subterranean service. There was no way around it.

“She did call, Jim.” consulting a small notepad “… she said your daughter forgot her pom poms and she had to drive over to the school. You need to pick up the dry cleaning on the way home.”

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The metal staircase wound downward around a large elevator that provided heavy lift to the surface, huge doors covered the opening above their heads. These massive doors would swing up and open to use the elevator. Separated from the shaft by only a mesh wire fence, the class stepped further and further below ground.

Erin and Robert walked side by side. Erin was a freshman who had just moved out to the Midwest, and knew no one at school really. The fact that she was Jewish only increased her sense of ‘not belonging’. Robert was a senior who lived on Erin’s block, and so had occasion to see her. On the bus to school. Walking home from the bus stop. She was 14 and totally trying to fit in. Her brunette curls and small nose were real cute. He figured she would do just about anything to make some friends in town. He had struck up a few conversations with her, and now she naturally walked beside him into the buried complex. Robert bet if he could get this ripe insecure virgin into a dark corner down here, promise to get her into some crowds (and some party invites that went with it), he could coerce a blowjob from this clueless girl. He was thinking right this moment about how pleasurable it would be to transform this ginger child into a wet deep throating cocksucker. He bet the stupid kid thought that he liked her!

Cpt. Gardner met Mrs. Gordon at the base of the stair. His eyes went to her big breasts pushing against the fabric of her sweater. Gardner was totally a ‘breast man’. Gordon’s hooters didn’t compare to his Hispanic wife’s rack, but since his wife was now further advanced into her pregnancy it was getting tougher to talk her into letting him tit fuck her, or any other sex for that matter. But tit fucking her was the best.

He saw the wedding band on Mrs. Gordon’s finger. But weren’t teachers like always stressed out? Like postal workers? Maybe she wouldn’t mind a little something with him. Those knockers of hers were sure adequate to wrap around his pole!

Behind Gardner was the thick double blast doors that separated the stair / elevator from the rest of the complex. Adorned with a motto “When you care enough to send the very best…” Though the door was extremely heavy (over a foot of steel thick) it was counter weighted allowing any one man to open it.

The class filed through the open door, while Cpt. Gardner spoke briefly about their surroundings. Explaining the curved shape of all the tunnel ceilings, and the rubber layer around everything built to withstand enemy missile attack. Though the hum of air circulators could be heard, it was still a little stale breathing.

The tour came to a branching of passageways just past the row of 50,000-gallon water tanks. Cpt. Gardner led them to the right, indicating that the tunnel opposite led to the command center and they would see that lastly on their way back. A third tunnel was to the left, and Robert leaned toward Erin and whispered.

“But we’ll get in trouble for sure!” Erin whispered back.

“Who cares? Detention for a couple days? Big Deal! Detention is the easiest place to get homework done for me, and we might not even get caught! Come On!”

This did not seem right. But Erin smiled, showing her braces. Robert was fairly tall, his shoulders square. Certainly there was nothing to worry about while she was with him? Robert took the small girl’s hand and the two silently moved down the tunnel. With pipes and wires running along it’s sides in metal brackets, below a concave ceiling.

Robert admired Erin’s girlish legs, hips and waist as she spirited down the corridor beside him. Her curly brunette locks bouncing with each step. The girl was exhilarated with the ‘dare’ that she was on, feeling like quite the outlaw. Her excitement showed on her teen face. Robert looked again over her and was happy to notice better the swells of her newborn breasts. Not big yet, but surely cantaloupe sized held within that tight training bra. Erin’s 14 year old nipples also attested to her brazen act. They stood hard against the material of her blouse. Robert didn’t think the girl realized yet that they were visible, tenting her clothing outward.

The passageway continued on and on, 100 meters, and still no rooms or side alleys. Then about 50 meters further it ended in a door. Marked “Communications”. The door proved unlocked, and they entered a chamber housing computers and many wires. It hummed with electricity. The two students entered hurriedly. Erin giggled, feeling like a spy.

The room being nearly filled with equipment, the two students had to stand very close. The top of Erin’s head reaching only as high as Robert’s chest. He put an arm around her.

“Don’t be afraid.”

The room had no ceiling, but stretched far upwards. As a matter of fact, sunlight could be seen far above. The ‘communications’ room went all the way up to the surface.

“I’m not afraid, this is really fun!” Erin’s childish girl voice slightly affected by the braces on her teeth. She made no effort to remove Robert’s arm.

“Erin” When she turned to face him, Robert leaned down and kissed her lips. Putting his other arm around her shoulders too. He pressed her against him and felt Erin’s hard adolescent nipples through her blouse and his shirt. The points erect against him, just above his beltline.

He kissed softly so as not to press her lips back upon her metal brace wires. Erin was floating in a warm magical world. Her first kiss with a boy was with athletic Robert Minler! Everybody at school knew Robert Minler! She did not resist, soaking in the experience of her first kiss. Her breasts growing super sensitive, her nipples even harder if that was possible! A strange sensation pooling between her legs.

This was forbidden territory, she knew. Her parents would rampage! This added to the danger and excitement of the moment! The kiss went on and on, Erin nearly levitating weightlessly upward toward heaven. She felt without understanding Robert squeezing her tight, her bosom pressed against him. Feeling the two mounds distinctly against his abdomen.

Robert was growing harder and stiffer. His jeans now painfully constraining him. He rolled the little girl’s new tits against his midsection. Feeling them both through their clothing. His hands moved around her back, then downwards to the back of her waist, pressing her against him all the while. Then just a little further, his fingers and palms finding the top curve to her young round buttocks.

Tired of leaning over, he lifted her in the air by gripping her tight butt. Erin weighed less than half of Robert’s 170 pounds. The kiss continued as she was brought almost level to him. He moved his mouth against hers lightly. Kissing her upper lip, then her lower, then kissing her mouth more.

Minutes later he parted the kiss and lowered her to the floor but did not remove his arms from around her. For Erin it had been an entire lifetime. The bliss that poured into her from the coupling mixed with the forbidden element of it. Making a unique, exciting sensation, as if she had never been alive before entering this concrete room far below the world. They looked into each other’s eyes.

Robert inwardly considered how to proceed. How to approach each step. Without the natural disdain one has for freshman, she was actually quite attractive and alluring. He was becoming more strongly aroused, and had to fight back his urge or he might blow it.

“Erin, you never go to the dances or rallies at school. I was wondering, maybe you would go if I asked you.”

Erin was speechless. OF COURSE.

Robert continued, “If there is no one else at school that you like right now, maybe we could sort of hang together at school.”

You mean everyone at school see her with Robert all the time? Well YEAH. Erin managed to nod affirmative, having trouble remembering how to speak.

They kissed again.

Minutes later…

“I’ve had a couple girlfriends, have you ever had a boyfriend?”

“No.” Erin softly admitted. The warmth of their embrace still filling her. Though true, was that the right answer? What would he think of her? A loser? Would he change his mind about seeing her around school, meeting at dances? Would he get teased for talking to her?

“Well…that’s okay… I guess.” A pause, seeming to consider. Some of the sparkle had dimmed in Robert’s eyes.

“I could teach you how to be a good girlfriend to a guy. Then you would know how to act at school and everything.” He was trying to find a way for them to be together! It was wonderful! She had thought for a few seconds while he had paused the he was going to change his mind about ‘them’.

“Yes! I could be a great girlfriend! I don’t gossip and I’m a good student and I wouldn’t talk to other guys, you know, like cheat or anything, we could do homework together…” Bubbling with words…her voice’s high pitch testifying to her youth.

“Okay” Robert gently placed a finger to Erin’s lips and she stopped spilling words all over. His cock was totally hard; this was going real good. He figured he wasn’t going to blow it. The only thing would be if the others found them here before he was finished. Time was important.

“Are you ready, do you want to be a good girlfriend?”

After a breath, “Yes”.

How hard could it be? Thought Erin. The biggest airheads in school where steady girlfriends. They seemed so confident in themselves. Smug. As if they had never had to learn anything about it. Yet Erin was nervous, more than ever before.

Robert stood close in front of Erin, and looked further down at her chest. The ripe breasts awaited him above her slim waist. He noticed again that Erin, though a booky nerd really was genuinely pretty. Soon no doubt some boy would ask her out, maybe sophomore year at the latest. Especially once those braces came off. Probably some geeky guy in one of her classes who doesn’t know dick about chicks. On the other hand, this boy probably wouldn’t be an evil bastard like himself for that matter. Screw him, Robert was going to get her first!

“Erin. I am going to feel your boobs now.” He spoke warmly and evenly, trying for a clinical affect to his voice.

Erin’s eyes widened. Thinking rapidly. This was against everything she had ever been taught. However so was leaving the school group, so was kissing Robert. She was afraid. And Robert was looking at her face and saw it. He knew she was afraid and was waiting to see if she was going to back out!

“o…o…o…okay…” Her trembling voice was the bravest she could muster. Erin brought her shoulders backward. Her breasts were smaller than most at school. But they were growing, and had recently formed a good round shape. Seeing the girls with absolutely nothing, or only Hershey kiss shaped swells, she had garnered solace from the fact that she could have less. But she DID have boobs! And Robert WANTED to feel them. Self worth flowed into her from a previously unknown direction.

Robert held his cupped hands in front of her. Then watching both her face and her breasts (rising with her nervous breathing), he closed his grip down upon the young tits. They were slightly more than a handful, and very firm. He squeezed and kneaded them just like any male teen would do. He couldn’t help but smile, they felt wonderful!

The sensation was immediately electric to Erin. She had grown aroused and sensitive while Robert had ‘made out’ with her. Feeling his fingers rubbing against her shirt and bra, feeling the pressure on her virgin breast flesh. Like the kiss before, it was more than she could have imagined! Her breath labored, a moan escaped her lips. She allowed herself to enjoy the rhythmic fondling.

Then she saw Robert smile. He LIKED them! They weren’t giant like Mrs. Gordon or Pamela Anderson, but Robert liked them! Screw Pamela Anderson! Erin smiled too.

**

The class was mostly in Silo 1. Capt. Gardner had brushed up against Mrs. Gordon’s big left tit as he had helped her through the blast door. It was so firm! He thought for sure its size would mean it to be soft and saggy, but no. Sure the bra offered support, but there was no question her big tits were totally plump and delicious! Mrs. Gordon had not indicated she noticed the momentary contact with her chest.

The missile was massive, several stories high. It reached upwards back towards the surface, but even farther downwards into its circular pit. The officer had explained why the top portion of it was gone. The warhead and guidance system had already been removed and sent away.

Clair stood with several classmates on the metal catwalk that ringed the silo tube. Kari stood beside her, leaning over the railing to gaze downwards. Clair admired Kari’s figure, and her bravery for leaning over to look down. Everything about Kari filled the freshman’s mind and swirled about inside. The 16-year-old junior had been so friendly when Clair went out for field hockey. As they became closer friends Clair noticed more and more Kari’s beauty, femininity, and then, Clair had to admit to herself, the sexual attractiveness.

Kari of course wore a blue windbreaker suit like Clair’s. Leaned over like she was, the material tightened across her round athletic ass. Kari’s tanned B-cups hung downwards from her chest. Bouncing slightly beneath the sweatsuit top. Then Clair seized the opportunity to touch Kari, which she wanted to do all the time.

“Don’t fall.” Clair said, placing her arms around Kari’s waist. They both chuckled. Kari’s smile was like a warm summer breeze against Clair’s heart, and Clair let her hands linger on her love’s sexy hips for as long as she dare. Horrified inside that if Kari were to know how she felt about her, she would be rejected and ridiculed. Sweet Kari didn’t have a mean bone in her body, but others would if they found out.

“CAPTAIN GARDNER CALL BACK IMMEDIATELY” A voice blared over an intercom system. It was a bit disconcerting, but the officer with them looked more miffed than anything else as he moved out the silo tube and back into the connecting tunnel.

A telephone receiver was in the tunnel about 20 meters from the silo door, around a couple short turns. It had no dialing apparatus. Gardner simply picked it up.

“Go ahead sir.”

“Jim, we have a situation. I need you to double time back to control room for a minute.”

“The kids are in Silo One right now. What am I supposed to do about them? What is this about?”

“Tell them not to move, let their chaperone know you’ll be right back. All I know is we just got a DEFCON 4 notice and I have authenticated.”

“…Jesus.” Gardner mumbled.

**

Robert’s cock stood out proud and rigid from his bluejean zipper. Erin’s wide eyes were level with it as she was kneeled before him. Robert was a bit pissed she wouldn’t strip off her shirt for him, but the girl was adamant about it. Evidently the horror of being caught undressed by a teacher or military dude here was more than she could dare. As it was Erin seemed terrified of his weapon.

“Just relax Erin. It’s okay. Girls have been doing it for thousands of years. It won’t hurt you. This is what being grown up is about.”

Erin glanced again to Robert’s eyes. He seemed so sure of himself. As if he knew the secrets of the world. If she stopped now, would she remain always apart from everyone else in life? Is the cost of scruples to be alone, a subset of one from all other people?

Erin deliberately opened her 14-year-old mouth, and held it in front of the end of Robert’s dick, still watching his face. He smiled broadly. Perhaps this was going to be all right, or at least not TOO bad, she hoped. The girl leaned forward bit by bit, and the cock approached her lips like a docking space ship.

Then the tip of it broke the imaginary line between her upper and lower lip. Though Erin had kept her mouth open wide enough so as not to touch the dick yet, it had technically entered her mouth. Robert felt her warm breath moving in and out around his member. Now Erin proceeded even more slowly. Her young cheeks stretched by her jawbone, her eyes looking up at Robert.

Bit by bit it entered further, still she hadn’t really touched it. Did she mean to follow his directive to take it into her mouth literally, while not touching it at all? The swollen head of the cock now was completely inside, then a little bit past the head too. Erin would very soon be hard pressed to take it deeper without having it against the inside of her mouth somewhere.

“Now close your mouth honey.” It was the first time Robert had used a term of endearment for her, a moment to remember! Erin’s lips closed upon him. The sensation was incredible. Her mouth was warm and moist inside, and almost at once she began to salivate. Robert’s sensitive crown bathing in the increasing humidity inside Erin’s face.

A disconcerted look was on her face as she tasted a sweaty cock for the first time. It didn’t taste very good. Erin felt in her heart that she had crossed the line. She was no longer a ‘total’ virgin. She had taken a dick into her mouth, the sort of thing she had only heard about before. She was doing it. It was for real. It was a little disgusting.

“A little deeper now, and lick it with your tongue inside.” Robert didn’t wait for her to comply, but placed a hand on her head, exerting a slight pressure which eased more of him into her face. Erin reluctantly began rubbing her tongue along the underside of his meat. The taste grew worse. She noticed a weird look in his eyes, like what she imagined a ‘druggie’ would look like on drugs.

Robert’s eyelids fluttered slightly at the exquisite sensations. His cock raged, twitching. At the adolescent height of male sexuality, his heart raced and cock pulsed. Guiding her with his hand, he pulled her back off him a bit so that her lips dragged across his sensitive cock head. Then pushed back inwards. Erin was learning slowly that he wanted her to work her mouth down and then back up his dick. Her lips began to smack on each outstroke; more saliva was now in her mouth.

“you’re doing good, you’re doing good” he said barely able to keep tremors from his voice. She seemed to have a growing look of distaste on her face, and he had felt the need to reassure her. And it seemed to have the effect he was hoping for, looking into her eyes, he noticed them soften slightly. Robert felt he could go ahead and guide her further down, and the next down stroke took half of him inside her.

**

“What the hell is going on sir?” Gardner was slightly out of breath, having run back to the fire center. “Are they nuts giving us a drill? The only reason we are still here is to bleed out the rocket propellant!”

“Calm down Captain.” Business like, Major Dumont was seated at his launch station. “I have already begun, we are doing it by the book. Outside phone is already down. The message did not contain the word drill, but did contain additional directive for complete lock down. Bring down the antennae array, and get on the talkie, bring in Sgt. Regis.”

Complete lock down? Bringing down the commo antennae, counting on the landline to receive further orders? Jesus. That meant they expected incoming, Nuclear incoming. Splash imminent.

“GOD DAMN!” Cpt. Gardner yelled, throwing his nuclear launch key across the chamber. The key was of course useless now, but habits drilled deep into the brain cannot be broken, and the key thus was always worn. Dumont did not have family in the area, and had looked directly at Gardner when he mentioned the outside phone was shut off. Procedure. Fucking procedure. Then the enraged Captain sat and did as ordered.

**

Robert’s legs were shaking. His dick moving faster between Erin’s young moist lips. Her clumsy sucking was actually more than he had hoped for. His teen ejaculation was approaching; he felt it at the base of his cock. Watching his meat fuck Erin’s angelic face was incredible. She still had not got used to the taste, but was being a real trooper about it, sucking him off, doing what he told her.

The wet slapping and sucking noises echoed in the metal filled room. The sounds of the blowjob magnified. He could not hold back, and he didn’t want to. His fingers twined in her brunette curls. He looked upon Erin’s face, into her innocent eyes, as he felt his sperm jet moving up the length of his maleness. She had no idea, he could tell. He watched her face, knowing that his cum was a half-second away.

Then it sprayed like a hose into her mouth. Creamy, thick and hot. Erin gasped, but this drew semen into her throat, so that she was forced to cough around his dick still pumping between her lips. Each inward thrust firing a fresh goop of his dick spit. Her choking on the unexpected cumshot flushed her face red. He could see by her eyes that she was completely bewildered. His strong hands were rightly placed ahead of time to prevent her pulling of his cock. Robert held her head steady against her panicked struggles, cuming and cuming and cuming across the virgin 14-year-old’s tongue.

Her choking and coughing squeezed his dick wonderfully, he was wracked with highest pleasure, emptying his fertile testes into the girl. He pushed hard on each in stroke both with his pelvis, and with his hands on the back of her head. So that his cockhead pushed against the entrance to her throat each time, and once there shot jism straight into her neck. Robert was quite satisfied that Erin’s choking was coughing up large amounts of his cum back into her mouth so that she could taste his seed thoroughly.

After near 5 minutes of climactic ejaculating, Robert let his softening maleness out Erin’s deflowered face. She doubled over, choking and gasping. Several thick strands of semen seeped from her lips to hang down, reaching towards the floor. She shook in humiliation and subjection, her mind numb about what had just happened.

Robert too had to regain his breath. She had sucked him over the edge of orgasm. Damn what a truly great 14-year-old cocksucker! She should have a long career ahead of her.

Sharp metallic sounds resounded downwards at them. Large gears turning. The antenna array was moving downwards. Robert looked hurriedly around and noticed tape on the floor with black and gold stripes. He deduced that he and the little dick sucker were in a safe place. As the heavy apparatus continued its descent, the overhead doors began to close like eyelids. The sunlight from above began to slowly be cut off.

Then Robert noticed other shapes moving down the walls. Black shapes.

“….Erin?….” he began.

**

Still shaking from anger, Cpt. Gardner professionally pushed back his thoughts of his family up on the surface. Going through the alert protocols. Some of which had to be skipped because the equipment was no longer present. It made no sense. It was unbelievable. Maybe it wasn’t true. Who had launched on them? China? Russia?

Major turned off the mike after informing the science class to stay put a few minutes longer. Gardner turned toward him.

“Sir, Regis is not answering.”

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