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Central Afghanistan 1985

A woman lay prone on a grassy outcropping several hundred yards from a tribal village. She wasn’t a local, that was quite obvious. Her Caucasian skin had nothing in common with the Arab natives brown hues. 

She had one leg pushed out to the side and was looking through the scope of a high caliber rifle. She wore combat boots, well fitting gloves, and… not much else. A black bikini that was tied together between her buxom breast, a matching thong on her bottom, a simple combat harness that covered no skin but helped secure a collection of non lethal grenades and a reliable combat knife. Last, and quite possibly least, a set of torn nylons ‘covered’ her from ankle to waist.

This bizarrely dressed individual was of course the infamous sniper known as Quiet . 

A woman cursed to be mute but blessed with superhuman abilities thanks to the nearly inconceivable qualities of a rare parasite that had bonded with her skin, replaced her burn damaged lungs, and enhanced her in nearly every way.

With the turn of a dial the magnification on Quiet’s scope cranked up several times higher, and the view of a makeshift camp just outside the village jumped into even higher clarity. Even as early as it was, the locals were already forming a meandering line.

There were several portable shelters erected. Just flimsy fabric roofs on poles really. Plus one much larger fully enclosed tent that included flooring and even some air conditioning. This last provided a cool, and with a little work, semi-sterile environment for the Dr’s to work out of. It also gave privacy. 

In Afghanistan this meant the difference between helping a patient, or giving the local mullah’s a reason to have her stoned.

The tent opened up and Dr. Sarah Ashford stepped out. She was easily recognizable despite her surgical mask thanks to her long blonde ponytail. The Dr. gestured and a woman in the traditional full body covering burqa came out as well. 

There was a small cry of joy from the nearest canopy and Dr. Jason Ashford had to grip the shoulder of his patient to keep him from rushing to the woman. The young boy looked at the Dr with something like betrayal in his eyes but his father, standing on the other side of the boy, only laughed and spoke to him in their native dialect. The boy wouldn’t get away from the needles that easily. In fact the good Doctor took this momentary distraction to inject the child.

The father laughed again at the boy’s sudden yelp and then it was the recently seen to mother who was rushing to her son instead. 

The entire scene was quite wholesome. Not to mention distracting. From her vantage point almost eighty yards north east of them, Quiet dialed back her scope and swept it away from the people she was protecting and back to looking for possible threats. 

She passed over the line of villagers waiting to get their own treatments. Then the village they came from, mudbrick homes and wood pens for livestock. Then to the largest road that led to the village and the hint of rising dust coming from the horizon at its far end.

Quiet narrowed her eyes, and the skin around them darkened unnaturally. Her gaze focused to a supernatural degree as she used the power of her full scope combined with parasitically enhanced eyes to watch the road. Was something coming over that horizon…?

Abruptly she felt a pair of small hands grip her nylon covered ass cheeks. Quiet blinked and the dark shadow around her eyes didn’t disrupt so much as flow off down her body like a ripple while her cheeks took on the vaguest hint of pink.

“Morning Miss Quiet…” Murmured the third member of the Ashford family in a near whisper. 

His parents were on something of a crusade to do good, and they’d brought their son along with them. Not even ten years old, the boy was sweet and shy. Unsure, even  bookish… But since Quiet had come under his parents' employ he’d really started to come out of his shell.

His small hands gripped her cheeks through her nylons. Scotty squeezed them hard while biting his lip, then began to knead them like dough. Quiet couldn’t help but smile when the boy’s breathing grew noticeably heavier. He was spreading her cheeks wide and getting a look at the edges of her puckered hole on either side of her thong.

She felt him shift some and now Quiet was the one who had to bite her lip as his weight settled on her thighs before something long, thick, and throbbing began rubbing between her buns.

That thing… Something not even an Afghani stallion could compare to? That was Scott’s schlong. 

Oh yes, she didn’t need to see its odd shape to recognize it pulsating against her bottom. The obscenely large piece of man-meat was like nothing Quiet had seen before meeting the youth. It smacked into her bottom but was far too massive to get between her cheeks as is. With his swollen balls dangling between her thighs, the length of his shaft draped across the entire curve of her cushiony ass till the foreskin covered head dangled thickly over the small of her back.

It was almost freakish, with disturbingly thick foreskin covering most the entirety of the head even when erect. But Quiet was well acquainted with Scott’s endowment by this point. In fact, she was now eager for it.

The elite sniper never would have expected a body guard job to lead to her patiently letting a kid too young to drive not just fondle her rear, but to grind his overdeveloped love muscle against her. But here they were.

Scott groaned as he ground against her. Her inhumanly sensitive skin could feel every pulse of his heart through that mass meat hammer. She could feel the trace of his bulging veins even through her nylons. Quiet even felt it when thick jelly like precum pushed out and spilled onto her lower back.

The woman let out the smallest of moans while the parasite that had become her skin rapidly soaked up and swallowed the youths warm fluids. The boy groaned, his breath warm on her back and something like desperation in his voice.

“P-Please? Ms. Quiet…?” Desperation, need, and just a bit of plain old childish whine. Quiet’s shoulders shook with silent laughter and Scott’s face burned. Then Quiet was reaching back, a gloved finger reaching deftly through a hole already torn into the nylons. She hooked it under the thong of her bikini, and pulled them aside to reveal her asshole and the soft folds of her pussy.

“Yessss…!” Scott cheered in a whisper as he readjusted himself. The boy couldn’t hope to grip his own girth fully, but he had quite a bit of experience handling the unwieldy thing and he quickly lined the tip up with Quiet's ass. Gooey precum immediately drooled onto her puckered hole.

The sniper lifted her hips, spread her legs just a tad wider. Scott’s blue eyes were wide as he gripped his cock, the foreskin pulling back just before the fat headed tip pushed into her back door.

Could Quiet keep him out? Sure… But she didn’t even try. Her ward moaned loudly as Quiet’s ass stretched wide and almost seemed to suck in the boy’s prick. His foreskin was pushed down like a thick turtle neck while the head pushed inside. The swollen skin blocking progress, but only for a moment. Scott cried out and slammed his hips down forcefully. Quiet’s hole was forced out and half a foot of freakishly thick boycock was buried inside her ass.

For the first time, Quiet’s gaze left the scope. Her green eyes rolling and her mouth falling open while her young lover began to fervently fuck her silly. 

It doesn’t take him long to bury his entire bone in her either. Quiets toned stomach bulging out against the grass below her as Scott’s monster log does its level best to impale her. Quiet might not be able to speak but her moan speaks volumes as she bites her lips and shudders with the delight of a massive anal orgasm.

It feels so good that Quiet's entire body clenches up and Scott gasps as her asshole grips him like a vice. Literally holding his entire body still and buried into her while Quiet adjusted.

Finally… Quiet relaxed. Scott began thrusting, if slower, and the sniper focused her slightly bouncing gaze back through her scope.

The woman's eyes widened and she immediately began tweaking her scope as she focused on the horizon. The road leading towards the village now had three large trucks full of tun toting assholes. The sniper frowned. Then she lined up her crosshairs on the lead truck's cab.

Inside, a man of distinctly middle eastern descent gripped the large wheel with both hands. They were moving at some speed down a dirt road, so that was understandable. Quiet lined her scope up with the man's upper chest, timed for when Scott was buried fully into her behind, then she stroked the trigger.

*BLAM!* The gun wasn’t silenced in the least. Quiets superhuman gaze could almost follow the bullet as it struck true. The driver's chest blossomed red while his hands locked onto the wheel with a death grip. The man fell to the side and took the wheel with him, forcing the lead vehicle to careen sharply.

The truck tipped over just before its front end slammed into a ditch. The back of the truck was covered but Quiet could make out the shape of forms smacking roughly into the cloth roof. She almost smiled.

“Wagh!” Scott shouted in alarm, and she felt him grab at her sides in worry. He nearly pulled out of her, but she still felt a handspan of bulbous fuckmeat throbbing between her cheeks. A moment later there was a squawk from her radio and the voice of the boy’s father. 

“Quiet?! Is everything alright?”

Since she was a mute, they'd already decided one click for yes, two clicks for no.

She gave two clicks. The situation was not ‘all right’.  Then she fired again. The second truck clipped the back of the first but was still coming. Till Quiet’s shot took out its driver as well. The shot took the man in the neck and ended his life almost instantly. Unfortunately the driver didn’t take the wheel as roughly when he passed and the truck came to a almost smooth stop two hundred yards from the village.

“Do we need to pack up?!” That was Mrs. Ashford, and while her worries were understood, But… 

Two more clicks. Quiet didn’t see any reason to bug out for these idiots.

The Ashfords were reasonably confused, especially as Quiet not only kept firing, she seemed to speed up. Two rapid reports came a moment after her radio signal. The third driver was ducking low and being difficult so Quiet readjusted her aim. She took out the two front wheels of the vehicle and smoke seemed to explode around it as the front end ground through the old dirt road.

“Is Scotty ok?!” Mrs. Ashford was a good mother, Quiet refused to let her worry.

One click. The boy was just fine. In fact… behind her, Scott grinned. He’d followed along and trusted Quiet to take care of business. The horny little devil readjusted himself and started pumping his hips all over again.

Quiet grunted, bit her lip, and while her shots slowed just a bit, they were no less accurate as she brought down one AK wielding thug after another. Even as the boy sped up, getting out three to four meaty PLAP’s of his hips on her ass to her gunshots, she brought them down till what few scraps remained of a 40 man fighting force was forced into a full retreat.

Quiet contemplated popping one more in the back when Scotty distracted her by cumming deep inside her juicy ass. His monstrous member pulsating and unloading gout after gout of boy cream into her guts. Once more her toned tummy began to protrude, but this time with the round even swell of a lewd cumgut… But before it could get truly impressive, Scott pulled out.

Groaning, the youth yanked himself back. His massive organ nearly put the sniper into prolapse before his swollen foreskin covered head came free with a wet sucking squelch. The massive length lifts into the air before flopping down wetly onto her nylon covered cheeks and even more of his cream shoots across her back.

Quiet sigh’s in honest contentment as her parasite almost immediately begins soaking up his load both inside and out.

Panting, Scotty reaches down to take Quiets radio and gives his parents a heads up on what happened. 

“Oh dear… Alright! Scotty, stay with Quiet, she should probably just stay up there in case more come!” 

“I won’t leave her side.” The boy says while Quiet readjusted herself up onto her knees. This raised her hips and while cum was still leaking out from her ass Scott now had clear access to the sniper’s waiting vagina. She felt the slick heat of Scott’s cock, covered in seed and now pushing out fresh precum against her slit. Scott’s cock twitches with need once more. Once just never enough for this boy….

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Two Months Prior

Quiet stood nearly motionless before the western couple. She’d dropped her duty bag on her left and her right gripped the strap on her slung rifle that she tugged on to adjust. The act caused her bikini clad bosom to bounce and Mr. Ashford very pointedly looked at anything other than the attractive near naked woman standing only a few feet from his wife and he.

Mrs. Ashford gave her husband a sly smirk and the smallest of nods, then she focused back on the woman before them.

“Quiet?” Mrs. Ashford held up a small form, an item that was half brochure, half employment contract. It was Quiet’s Merc Manual. It had included some information on the woman’s odd state of dress but it just wasn’t the same as seeing it in person.

Quiet just nodded at the requester, her dark green eyes focusing on the woman. That laser like gaze was identical to the small headshot in the manual. 

“You came, uh… highly recommended.” Her husband finally put forth. Quiet glanced at the man and nodded once. 

“Our contract would be as a near constant body guard while we’re in this little sand box.” Mrs. Ashford explained. We have a few others as well, but the region we’re going into is supposed to be, um…”

“Things are heating up.” Her husband supplied. “We were told to invest in a specialist.” The Ashfords shared a look. “We were told that you were not only, well… the best. But that you were open to discounts on your standard pricing for jobs like ours.”

Quiet raised a single brow in interest.

“We’re doctors.” The woman explained, a small proud smile coming to her face. “I’m Sarah, and this is my husband Jason.” The man smiled and nodded along, but they both noticed the small smile that came to the odd nearly naked woman’s face.

Quiet secured her rifle with her left hand(which didn’t totally make her tits nearly spill out) and  held out her right. Sarah’s eyes widened and she reached out to shake it. Quiet easily moved around the grasping fingers though, and simply pointed at the manual.

Quiet looked inside, saw the possible price and pursed her lips. A hand flickered out of view as Quiet retrieved a fine tipped marker from her harness. Her hand moved quickly and she spun the manual around.

Quiet had crossed out the original price, replacing it with something much higher. The Ashfords eyes widened… then they saw that she’d put another number below it. 

Doc discount. It was nearly half of the original price. The Ashfords' faces lit up almost at once, the husband was already nodding.

“Wow! Who’s that?” From behind the Ashfords came a high pitched, youthful voice. Quiet's brows rose and the Ashfords both turned together. 

“Scotty!” “Scott, we told you to stay inside!” “Awwww…!” 

It was a young boy, very obviously their son. His light blonde hair was just like the mothers while his dark eyes were just like the mans. He looked a bit awkward, perhaps a bit too much baby weight, he was a little chubby for his age and possessed an odd gait to his walk as he flinched back from his parents admonishments. But while they had cowed him quite a bit, it was only a moment before he was back to staring at the woman before them.

“I just… Who’s this?” His gaze roamed over Quiet’s form, his mouth hanging open just a bit. Quiets didn’t need enhanced senses to see where his interest was coming from. That said, she could see his pupils dilate, the way his cheeks flushed, and sweat broke out on his forehead. She could almost smell the boy’s undeveloped musk, and she could hear… his pants? They were straining as the throbbing contents attempted to escape.

Quiet’s eyes could see many things, and right now she couldn’t help but make out the perfect shape of a oversized piece of man meat dangling from this kid’s

The Ashfords apologized for their son even as they introduced their new bodyguard. Realizing he’d be seeing a lot more of this woman, Scott moved closer still to the deadly assissin. He circled around her and while he tried to muffle it, the enhanced assassin actually heard the boy’s small barely concealed groan as he got a good look at her nylon covered, thong clad ass’s.

“W-We gotta hire her!” The child said with his gaze glued to the gun woman's bubble butt.

Quiet couldn’t help it, she started to smile. Reaching for her Merc Manual she took her marker and started to make more adjustments. Quiet pocketed her marker, passed the manual back to Mrs. Ashford, then bent to retrieve her kit bag.

The Ashfords stared at the manual and realized that Quiet had lowered her price even more. They smiled at each other brightly, their security confirmed. They didn’t notice that after bending for her bag, Quiet stayed there… doubled over, with her plump bubble butt sticking pushed out right in front of their son and his very wide eyes.

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Quiet was used to male attention. She wasn’t used to enjoying it. But there was a difference between some horny soldier eyeballing her and the curious delight of a young boy trying to figure things out. 

But then she learned there might be something more. The reason for his odd gait, and why he was sometimes so painfully shy. Scotty… Well he had something of a conduction. 

Their poor son had contracted Elephantiasis over a year prior. A disease rather infamous for causing painful and disturbing swelling in limbs. Tragically, Scott’s had focused on his main male sexual organ. But thankfully, due to his parents' brilliance, combined with a healthy dose of luck, or perhaps the good will of God, Scott, and his manhood, had been saved. 

While it had been painful at first, Scott’s body had adapted. Mostly… he was sometimes painfully sensitive, and his clothing never seemed to fit properly. Not that their brave son ever complained. For the most part it was just… awkward! The bulge pushing out from Scott’s trousers was nearly impossible to ignore at the best of times, let alone when he wasn’t around a beautiful nearly naked woman. 

There was something else that had truly surprised Quiet. The most common source of Elephantiasis was parasites. Quiet couldn’t help but feel an odd connection to the youth for their shared microorganism mishaps.

Something about him drew her attention in the most bizarre and… indecent way. Quiet didn’t have the words to describe it, so it was a good thing she was a mute.

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Quiet’s days were spent on constant overwatch. Finding a high point, and keeping her enhanced eyes on the Ashfords and any possible threat.

Before the first week she’d displayed her skills. Thankfully in a non lethal way.

A teenager was attempting to make off with a crate of supplies. He was dashing into the hills while weaving between small trees and scrub brush. None of that mattered to Quiet. She aimed her rifle with remarkable placidity.

“Quiet! Don’t hurt him, he’s just a child!!” Mrs. Ashford pleaded over the radio.

Quiet gave the control one small beep for affirmation, then her finger lightly stroked the trigger.

*BLAM!*

On the boy’s hip was a canteen, and mid stride the object exploded. Water blasted out and the boy screamed and went down in a yelp.

A moment later he popped up on all fours. Clearly shocked and looking around bewildered, if not downright panicked. But the would-be thief gathered himself quickly, and rose to his feet. 

*BLAM!* The one strap on the box was torn asunder by Quiets next shot. The boy started to reach for it, and a third and final shot kicked up a burst of dirt next to his foot.

The teen might have wanted to be brave, but that desire had been well and truly snuffed. The lad chewed his lip, took one last look at the crate he’d taken off with, then abandoned it and ran 

“Did you… did you just shoot a child?!” Mrs. Ashford sounded suitably panicked, but Quiet calmly replied with two beeps of the radio.

“You… You’re amazing!” Kneeling on the overlook with her, Scott looked from where the teen was running to the woman his parents had hired. Quiet’s brows rose slightly then a smile grew on her face before she winked at the boy and gave her hips a wiggle that had fully captured his attention.

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The Ashfords slept in a prefabbed trailer. A boxy little structure that could be towed around, or disassembled fully to be carried by air. Quiet… didn’t really need to sleep much these days. So she just kept watching them.

Especially this time of night…

The sniper took one glance at the inside of her left wrist to check the time. 

9:14

The door on the back of the prefab opened and Scotty Ashford stepped out into the darkness. Just on time… The boy was fairly random in most things as any boy’s his age, but in this one regard he was as predictable as gravity. 

Quiet's teeth glinted in the darkness before they along with the rest of her disappeared. One of the most amazing gifts given by her parasite, perfect camouflage. 

Scotty climbed up the small ladder on top of his home and moved awkwardly to the edge. He lifted his shirt up and stuffed it under his chin. Biting his lip, he then shoved down his pajama bottoms to unleash the beast. 

The first time Quiet had seen it, she’d been so shocked she’d nearly gone tangible. Honestly she had lost it just a bit, her parasite fluctuating with her emotions and bringing parts of her back into tangible view in pulses. Even internal parts, like her ribcage and rapidly pumping heart. She stared at the chubby tummied young boy as he struggled to wrangle a piece of man meat as long as her forearm and easily thicker.

Just staring at that monumental appendage brought a stimulation like nothing Quiet had quite experienced before. A bizarre hunger, a need… She felt it every inch of her parasite enhanced form. She felt inside, in a womb that that might as well be barren for the amount of use it was given. Now it wanted something, and was demanding with a primal urge that Quiet tried tor

Then the boy began to urinate, and he didn’t stop. A stream of piss that lanced out into the darkness while the boy sighed and at times trembled with relief. She watched as he pissed what had to be close to a gallon of fluid. Near the end, she realized with astonishment that the boy’s belly was flat. Hell, it was nearly concave!

He came back every night, and Quiet never missed a showing.

After a couple nights, she found she wanted more. She was thirsty .

There was almost no moon, a glint of a nail clipping hanging in the sky. That side of their prefab faced into a line of trees and where Scott carelessly aimed was covered in shadow.

So he had no way of seeing that the thick stream was being intercepted mid flight. Hot wet piss falling onto another person. In particular, right onto Quiet's invisible chest. The invisible woman looked down at the stream of boy piss as it bounced off of her unseen tits, most of it running down her naked body. Her superhuman gaze could just make out the round shape of her stiff soaked nipples through the glistening fluids.

Knowing she’d be invisible, she’d gone completely in the buff. Then slowly, almost painstakingly, Quiet moved closer. The stream moved higher and higher till it caught on her chin. She closed her eyes and leaned in, so the boy’s piss ran over her entire face, then began to soak into her hair even.

It felt exquisite. Running down her body even as it was soaked in and absorbed. Quiet’s body drank in light and liquids through her skin now. This was how she stay’d hydrated, and why she was a big fan of rainy days… few that they were in Afghanistan. 

But while she could drink through her skin, she wasn’t restricted to only that… Quiet opened her mouth and her eyes went unfocused as she let her mouth fill with warm fluid before swallowing  with a gushing smile on her face and the stream soaking her lovely face.

If anything it ended too soon and Quiet sighed as she ran her hands over her rapidly drying breasts.

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The Ashfords grew accustomed to Quiet. Mostly. Jason finally managed to train himself to NOT stare at the woman's ass every chance he got, because somehow his wife always knew…

Sarah felt just a bit jealous, but was able to look past it. Quiet was undeniably skilled, and proved an incredible asset. Plus… Well, Scotty was obviously infatuated with her. 

The parents kept telling the boy to quit staring, but they might as well scold a wall. The boy couldn’t help it. He would murmur his assent, nod along to his parents' words, then go back to focusing on the pretty sniper’s barely contained tits, or nylon locked legs and ass.

It didn’t help that when the Ashfords weren’t paying attention, Quiet would find any excuse to give the boy a better view. She’d never laced up her boots so many times, than when it gave her a reason to bend over and stick her ass in the boy’s face. Or to lean over a table opposite the boy so she could really look at a point on a map… and let Scott stare at her hanging melons.

It was anyone's guess who was truly more obsessed with the other. The infamous killer of men, or the nine year old boy with a massive woody.

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Quiet was a master assassin, and possibly the world's most dangerous sniper. Between her training, her parasite, and the focus of her will, she was very nearly unstoppable. That said, she was never more distracted than when enjoying a good drink.

She managed to partake in Scott’s nightly unloading for over a week before an accident occurred.

It was a cloudless night. The stars were beautiful and the moon was now closer to full than empty. So as Quiet squatted on the ground, naked but for piss and parasites, she had no idea that the light would shine off her soaked form in just the right way…

“W-What…?!” Scott’s gasp of surprise was followed by the stream losing consistency and then stopping completely as the boy fearfully wrenched back on his bladder control.

Quiet's eyes snapped open and she stared up at the boy. He looked down, his eyes wide and confused, Quiet felt her body tense… but she was invisible! All he could see was darkness and perhaps a bit of steam as her body absorbed the fluids it had been soaked in.

Scott chewed his lip, his brows furrowing roughly. But finally, he blinked rapidly to ease his hard staring eyes and rolled his skinny shoulders to try and relax. The boy shifted his weight from foot to foot, the sound shockingly loud in the absolute silence of the night, and then he let go of his tightly restricted urine.

Quiet’s eyes stayed open as the stream came down onto her chest and chin. Her mouth opened slightly, her tongue running over her lips as they were coated, then she smiled. The boy wasn’t looking at her anymore, he had his eyes closed, and was calmly unloading. She knew from experience he would be finished soon, so she let herself relax as well.

Perhaps too much.

“Mmmmmnnn…” 

Scott’s eyes flew wide at the sound of the moan coming from below him. Slowly, he looked down past his own nose and still unloading length to follow the stream. 

Something… was there. Something he couldn’t quite see! But the boy knew it! He slowly moved his length, adjusting his aim first from side to side then lifting up. He saw the glint of fluid off… something round? Something soft? Then a pair of green eyes opened and looked up at the boy.

“Miss Quiet…?” He whispered the woman’s name, but his voice was even louder than her moan. There was no reply and the eyes were gone! Scott’s heart was racing and he worried he might be going insane. Maybe he was, because what the boy did was undeniably crazy. 

“Hah!” Scott Ashford was a quiet boy, but for once he shouted as he leapt from the top of the prefab structure with his arms and legs spread.

He knew as soon as he did it, that it was a terrible idea. That he was going to smash into the ground where he’d been pissing… that he was probably going to break something. That there was no way he’d be able to explain any of it to his parents.

“Hmph!” A feminine voice grunted as a pair of slender but strong arms caught him easily.

Scott opened his eyes intime to see Quiet's body coming into view. He invisibility disperses from her head down to reveal stern eyes glaring from within odd dark coloring around her green eyes, her bare arms, and of course, her naked breasts.

“I knew it…!” Scott hissed the exclamation as loud as he could, comparable to a stage whisper. Quiet rolled her eyes and let him go.

“Wah!” The boy landed on his feet though and quickly turned to face the woman. She looked down at him with a disapproving smile and her arms folded. They weren’t covering her breasts though, instead framing and lifting them up to look even bigger… After a moment Quiet cleared her throat and he realized he was staring and dragged his gaze up the rest of the way to her eyes.

“Uh… You’re probably mad I jumped… huh?” Quiet raised a brow, it felt like a ‘Duh’ to him. Scott gave an apologetic smile and scratched the back of his head. Then he froze up, and gave her an accusatory glare instead.

“Well you were being invisible and soaking in my pee like a weirdo…!” His hissed accusation had the assassin taking one step back, her arms raising defensively. He also saw as the dark coloring came back to her eyes for a moment before shooting across her body like a pulse that at times let him see… through her? He spotted her collar bone! Then the insides of her breasts! Not to mention several coils of intestines.

“Woah…” He looked at the woman again, taking in how she looked just a bit unsure of herself. “What are you…?” Her lips pursed and the boy sighed. Of course she couldn't just tell him. Probably wouldn’t if she could. “Are you human?” 

Quiet looked insulted, and gave one heavy nod with her hands on her hips. Her breasts were even harder to ignore this time, but Scotty managed to stay a little focused.

“Ok…! Well… obviously you’re different.” He blinked, his mind racing. Invisibility was pretty fascinating, but the boy had an even more important question. 

“Is that why you were in my pee? It wasn’t just some weird-o thing, but like… does something for you?” Quiet looked away, her cheeks flushing slightly, but she also gave a nod. Obviously it was a bit of both, but young Scotty just took in the nod.

“Woah… so you like? Drink it?” She nodded again, more readily. She definitely drank it. “Well… I mean… I have more.” Scotty gripped his length, which was a bit stiffer than usual, what with the naked lady standing in front of him.

Quiet licked her lips, clearly intrigued. The sight of her pink tongue brought a visible throb to the boy’s cock. Scotty gasped lightly, and Quiet began to smile. 

“I can… I think… I mean-it’ll just take me a second.” He knew he could pee past a boner, it would just be tricky. But then Quiet was taking things into her own hands.

The infamous, and absolutely naked assassin dropped into a deep squat. Her bare hands rose up to grip Scott’s swollen cock with both hands. Scott’s eyes were wide, and Quiets not much better. Even with both hands she couldn’t wrap them fully around this cannon!

“W-what are you doing…?!” Quiet grinned at the boy and licked her lips again, this time in a much more purposeful manner. Then she leaned in and began to lick Scotty’s dick.

The boy gasped, then slapped a hand over his mouth to hold in a moan. Quiet ran her tongue around the outside of the boy’s bulging cock. Then she gave a tug, hoping to pull some of his foreskin back, and slid her tongue up into it as well. This time Scott used both hands to hold in his voice.

Quiet’s tongue swirled around the inside of his turtleneck. A small moan of her own came from the gun woman as she tasted a wonder of flavors. Mostly urine, a lot of salt, and sticky dried precum… This boy had gotten many a boner, but had he ever been completed? 

As forbidden as this act was, Quiet was remarkably calm as she slurped on a young boy’s dong. Until that moment, when she began to think about not just causing, but consuming cute young Scotty’s first load. Those dark marks, like a Rorshack test and a butterfly, flared around her eyes once more while her heart sped up.

Quiet’s tongue worked faster, harder, and she pried up the edge, then a length of thick chunky smegma. What some would consider disgusting, just plain nasty, Quiet pulled away with a satisfied hum. She opened her mouth to show off the clump of gunk for the wide eyed boy then swallowed.

“M-Miss Quiet…!” Scott gasped, Quiet’s eyes rolled back and she moaned in bliss… then she diligently went back for the rest. Even as fresh, and surprisingly thick, precum began to gush out of his tip. Ok, maybe it wasn’t that surprising, not with a great tree and such huge coconuts as Scotty possessed. 

Quiet slurped it all up. Old and new, she devoured everything Scott’s overdeveloped manhood had for her and went back for more. She finally managed to prise back the boy’s foreskin, revealing the massive pearly pinky knob of the boy’s monstrous member, while the excess skin bunched up around it like, well, a bunched up turtleneck.

Quiet pulled back to look in wonder at what she’d achieved. Even as big as it was, the tip of the boy’s cock managed to bend upwards with the strength of his erection. 

“Is this… a blowjob? Miss Quiet?” The boy managed to ask breathlessly. Quiet smirked at him, it wasn’t quite there, but it was about to be. So she nodded, licked her lips, and opened her mouth as wide as she could before leaning in.

Scott stared at her hanging jaw, his young eyes wide in wonder. Instinct took over. The boy stopped wringing his hands together and instead gripped Quiet’s head before thrusting himself in between her wide spread lips.

Quiet's eyes widened in surprise, and while she could have easily, she didn’t resist. Quiet locked herself in place through will and the strength of her parasite as Scott Ashford jammed nearly his full length into her mouth and throat.

His face oversized boymeat shoving past her tongue, her tonsils, then with a moan from the boy, it turned and dove down into her gullet. Quiet’s eyes lost focus and the woman leaned forward a bit. She gripped Scott’s thighs and when he thrust she pulled, and the entire astonishing length of boy cock disappeared into her mouth. Her throat bulged, her eyes began to tear up with a gag reflex she’d thought long forgotten.

*GLUCK!* 

Scotty went wild in a way that would have shocked, and perhaps impressed his parents. It definitely caught him off guard as the youth began jamming his monstrous cock into the pretty bodyguard over and over again. The size of him alone should have been a terrible strain for the woman, dislocating her jaw and doing terrible damage to her esophagus… But Quiet was no ordinary woman. Her body was far stronger than it appeared, and being able to breath through your skin meant that throat fucking just wasn’t as risky for her as it would be for other. Quiet took everything the boy had, her hands calmly gripped the boy’s waist while she let him get out every bit of thirsty needy energy he’d been holding for so long.

“Hng! Hnnng! M-Miss Quiet…! Miss Qui-mmnnng!” 

*GLUCK!GLUCK!GLUCK!GLUCK!GLUCK!*

The boy was relentless, unstoppable. At least for about fifteen seconds. But considering this was his first time being intimate with a woman, and all that was after she’d lovingly cleaned his dick and peeled back his foreskin? It was a wonder he lasted past five.

Even if she wasn’t able to tell from his stammered words, or the way his cock was pulsating in her gullet, Quiet could smell his orgasm cumming.

Mid thrust, voice cracking with emotion, Scotty was surprised to feel Quiet’s grip on his wrist tighten. The woman pushed him, carefully, but forcefully, off. His cock came from ther throat, even as he struggled in her grip to pump. A high pitched whine came from Scott’s throat at his halted release… Before Quiet gripped his dick with both hands.

The woman began stroking. Her hands moved in a blur, and her mouth… was still open! But now her tongue dangled out as well! The sight of her wanton face hungry for him, oh yeah, it was more than enough to push Scott over the edge.

“M-M-Miss Quiet…!” The boy’s hoarse cry still sounded so needy, and almost pathetic, but it came with a positive explosion of spunk. 

It was so much… An explosion of thick gooey cum that covered Quiet's face in a glaze of white cream. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was open, happily receiving as much as she could. It ran down over her, from her mouth, all over her breasts, then past them as she rubbed the ooey gooey onto her breasts…

She was covered in the stuff! Scotty realized instantly that Quiet was strong. She had let him have his way with her, but could have stopped him at any point. So… she had enjoyed it? But what she enjoyed even more, was having his nasty load just paint her bare skin. Just like his pee… Woah. Quiet was naughty!

Scotty knew in his heart of hearts, that this was the best thing ever. Then it got even better when Quiet finally leaned back in.

The woman caught the next rope on her tongue and wrapped her lips around Scott’s cock once more. Almost instantly her cheeks were filled. She swallowed, and took him deeper. Quiets throat bobbed and the sound of her swallowing again and again and again filled the clearing as she imbibed the raunchy boy splooge.

Scott’s legs shook and he nearly collapsed. His entire body shuddered every time she gave him a good suck. Scotty wasn’t sure how much of this stuff he could produce, Quiet was marveling at it. Her stomach was getting so full! 

At last, Quiet pulled away and slowly rose to her feet. Her stomach sloshing visibly with an absurd cumgut. The stuff on her body was already being absorbed, drunk in by her skin, and all that was left was a slight glaze on her body that began to recede into her naked form.

Scotty stared at full belly, for a moment he was terrified. Had she… was she pregnant from that? No… he was pretty sure he’d just filled her up with his sticky boy sauce.

“Woah…” Quiet looked down at him, one hand on her hip, glistening tits firm with uplifted nipples, and swollen cumgut protruding out. She grinned at the boy and he knew things weren’t going to be the same ever again.

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From that night forward, Quiet didn’t bother going invisible for the boy. She stood before his stream in all her glory. She bent, she turned, she sometimes swayed and seemed to dance in the moon and starlight as she imbibed his offering in the way only she could.

Then she took his girth into her mouth and drained his nuts as thoroughly as his bladder…

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With these nightly shenanigans, the young Ashford grows closer to Quiet than any before him. Spending time with the assassin turned protector from dawn to dusk if given half the chance. His parents noticed… kind of.

They had no idea that their son was getting his gourd emptied out every night. Or that most mornings had the boy waking up with his cock inside their chief bodyguards gullet. They didn’t know that between shifts on overwatch, Quiet would be sucking, slurping, and overall tongue bathing every inch of Scott’s cock, from balls to knob.

No. They just knew their son was spending every moment he could with the woman and popping a never ending bulging boner at the same time. And clearly not even aware of just how embarrassing it was. In the end they decided it was time to have ‘the talk’ with him. If only to explain just why he should be embarrassed about popping a massive woody in front of friends and family.

His father sits him down and goes over the Birds and the Bees. Telling him the truth once and for all where baby’s came from, and just how men and women work together to create that miracle of life. But how, at his age, it's less of a miracle and more of an awkward way to pop a tent in your pants and have everyone notice what perverted thoughts you’re having. 

Scott, being the intelligent and quite thoughtful boy that he is, nods along. Understanding the main points quite readily, and connecting dots in new ways. He resists the urge to ask about why girls seem to like blasted in the face with ‘semen’, so his father is spared having to explain a money shot, or wonder where his innocent son had learned of such a concept. Similarly, he refrains from asking about how common it is to find a woman that wants to get peed on. Scott’s pretty sure his mother would fully vomit at the idea, even if posed by her husband.

Obviously, Quiet is a very special lady. And, you know, not just cause she could turn invisible and seemed to have super strength. Details that would probably be all most kids could think of, but most kids weren’t getting their nuts emptied out nightly. 

In the end, mostly his dad’s talk just gave the youth an idea. But it also got him incredibly horny. At the boy’s signal, the invisible assassin stalked into his room less than five minutes after the ‘big talk’

Smirking, Quiet dropped to her knees and let the obviously needy young man use her in a way only dreamt about by hundreds of soldiers who had met her.

Scott Ashford gripped the sniper’s ponytail and slam fucked his meat into her face without mercy. He relentlessly stretched the woman’s throat, and barely contained his moans while his balls smacked into her throat.

“Oh gawd… I nuh-needed this… Dad kept talkin’ bout… bout me looking at your butt, Miss Quiet! Bu-But I can't help it! You're so… So sexy…! Hmmmmg!” The marks around Quiet's eyes surged and she seemed to smile up at the boy around his throbbing member.

Then Scott’s bedroom door opened with a scrape.

“Honey, did you-Oh!” Sarah Ashford stared into her son’s room with abject shock on her paling face.

Her son stood there, his expression almost identical to his own… and his bare cock pushing out from his groin just a few inches away from his splayed open fingers. The length of it was slick with… she assumed some kind of lotion… or perhaps a LOT of precum. Oh, but her poor baby’s thingy was bigger than ever! Had Jason spoken to him about masturbation? He must have! 

“I-I-!” Sarah was at a loss and Scott looked down to where his cock was still buried inside the throat of an INVISIBLE woman, then up to his mother.

“Mom?! Can you please-?!” It was the loudest she’d ever heard her son raise his voice and it snapped Sarah out of her daze. 

“Yes! I mean… Ok! J-Just please f-finish your homework… after you finish your-!” “Mom!” “Oh my ga-I’m sorry, honey!” Sarah closed the door and Quiet slowly came back into view. Then with a rather obscene slurp she pulled off his cock and licked her lips.

“Oh my gosh…!” Scott hissed, struggling to get his breathing under control while Quiet rose to her full height over him. He blinked slowly, then looked up at her. “You’re not gonna finish?”

Quiet shook her head, refusing the utterly stunned boy for the very first time. Then she pointed to his homework.

“Aw, mannnn!” 

Eventually he’d get to bust that nut, and a few days later he got to do even more.

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The Ashfords were driving into a local town. They were taking their largest truck and a few men. Less for protection than loading. Scott had asked to stay behind, something unthinkable until recently. But with Quiet around…

“Thank you Quiet… And I hope you know we don’t just think of you as a babysitter.” Sarah Ashford let out a small laugh, and when the corner of the mute’s mouth lifted she felt any worries leave.

Within moments the Ashfords were away, within seconds of that event, their son had his dick out. Now Quiet truly had to grin at the sight. Not that she was upset, no, if anything she was just as eager and licked her lips while dropping down to a squat before the chubby youth.

“Uh…” But then Quiet was raising a brow at the boy’s hesitancy. “Actually? Can we do something else?” Now the sniper was tilting her head to the side, truly curious. 

“Well my dad and I had this whole talk and uh…” Quiet’s eyes flashed, was he truly asking to put his big smokepole somewhere bold and new? “Well I just wanted to know if we could do more than just mouth st-stuff…?” 

Quiet's green eyes grew very large, the little devil wanted to pop his cherry. It was a terrible idea of course. She shouldn’t do it, but she also shouldn't be sucking him off two to three times a day, alas… At the very least, she should look into finding some super magnum dong sized condoms for that third leg of his. But something in her just absolutely recoiled at that idea…

So rather than be reasonable in any particular way, Quiet had the boy on his back in a blur of motion. She stood over him, her teeth bared in the smallest of smiles and the marks around her eyes thicker than ever.

Quiet’s hands drifted down, her fingers gripping the nylon around her groin till with a grip and tug, she tore open a hole. Scott stared up in astonishment. 

The bikini bottom is tugged aside, and Scott gets his first look at a woman’s sex. Soft lips just a hint of pubic hair still covered by her bottoms, all of it glistening with excited moisture.

“Woah…” 

If anything, Quiet's grin grows even more feral. She bends her knees, dropping down till his tip is level with her entrance. Even more of her inner pink is revealed in the motion, more still when Quiet grips the boy’s head and rubs it against her slit. Scott’s cock is pumping out thick precum steadily and she uses it as lube… Which Is barely needed. The sniper is more eager and excited than she can ever remember.

Quiet lowers herself onto the boy with a moaning gasp, mirrored a moment later by the boy below her. 

“Oh my gagh… It's so tuh-tight…!” Scott cries out. Quiet bites her lip and smiles through it at the boy. Anything would feel tight for this beast, but yes, she probably was on the taught side of things…

Even with her parasite reinforcing her, Quiet still finds herself taking it quite slow. Easing her way down onto the boy, and at times nearly biting through her lip as his bulging member reaches deeper, and stretches her wider, than anything else she’s ever experienced. 

Scotty at times bucks his hips, overtaken by instinct and need. But never too far for the woman on top of him to take. Soon enough she’s taken him enough to bend over him. On her toes, her hands on either side of his face, Quiet starts to swing her hips onto great girth.

Scott gasps at the sensation, Quiet is nearly wordless. It’s anyone's guess who enjoyed the motion more, the horny young boy being ridden by his first crush, or the sniper who in moments is literally drooling onto said young boy’s chest as the first orgasm she’s felt in years starts to rapidly build up.

“Uhnn… Mmmm! Nngaaa!” Quiet’s eyes rolled and her pussy squeezed Scott’s cock like a vice. Her fingers dug into the earth on either side of the boy leaving trenches in the soil. As she came out of it she looked down to see a bewildered smile on the boy’s face.

“Did you just… cum?” His eyes looked very large, and Quiet blinked rapidly before giving two quick nods. “Awesome!” She had to smile at that, she liked this kid… To show her appreciation, Quiet reached to her chest, and with a tug let her breasts spill out of her top.

Between getting his grubby hands onto those beauties, or with the way Quiet started to rock her hips a moment later, Scotty just couldn’t last very long. The boy’s legs kicked at the ground, and he squeezed Quiets tits so roughly she’d have bruises if not for her parasite’s, and he came deep inside the sniper.

Quiet moaned, and collapsed onto the boy. Her breasts falling over his face while her hips whiggled on top of his throbbing, emptying rod. Quiet smirked as the boy moaned into her bosom and let out a small happy hum. Slowly, she shifted forward… First several squirts of pressurized cum spurt out around her tightly stretched pussy, then finally with a loud squelch Scotty’s cock flopped out of her pussy. A massive amount of the boy’s seed came gushing out of the woman and Quiet hummed again, happily wiggling her hips and basking in the afterglow.

When the woman slowly rocked back the other way, Scotty came out from under her breasts with a gasp for air. He looked up, red faced and unable to stop grinning.

“I-We-That was ah-awesome…!” The boy rasped out while Quiet grinned down at him. “Did it feel good for you too? C-Cuz it felt amaze-balls for f’me! Miss Quiet, do y-” Then she stunned the boy into silence by pressing her mouth to his.

The kiss wasn’t anything too impressive, no tongue, just a pretty woman turning her head and locking her lips to his. He felt her suck in his lower one, give it the smallest of bites… Then Quiet was pushing away. Scott just laid there, gobsmacked and heard one the truly rarest sounds ever. Quiet laughing gently. 

The boy’s face spread into a grin fit to split his skull. He looked up, or rather down just as Quiet wrapped her fingers around his still swollen girth and lifted it up. The lovely markswoman smirked at the boy, then began to lick his manhood clean. 

Sucking, slurping, and making sure to get her tongue up under his excessively thick foreskin. Scotty was left writhing in place as the incredibly dangerous woman got up every bit of jism he’d spilt. She made sure to leave the boy’s tackle utterly spotless, but he was throbbing hard long before that point. 

Scotty stared in wonder as the sexy sniper pulled his legs around her. His length pushed up between her breasts, and the tip shoved into her mouth. He had no concept for a tit fuck, so the youth was fairly stunned by the entire act. She looked him directly into the eyes while her tongue swirled over his cock and her tits worked the sides of his shaft. His absolute amazement was exactly what the woman wanted. Because it led to Scott blowing his load in record time. Then all she had to do was lean back and let his thick ball gravy pump up and all over her.

Scott didn’t know what a Bukkake was, let alone that he was capable of giving a woman man equivalent, but Quiet was the happiest sluttiest sniper alive in that moment. She leaned back on her knees, the boy’s balls bulging against her belly as he came like an extra sludgy volcano all over her face and tits.

She just knelt like that, savoring the sensation. Scott seemed to pick up the bizarre but amazing idea that she was enjoying this nearly as much as he had.

But geez, she just looked so sexy glistening with his goo, still occasionally sucking on his semi-erect cock while humming to herself. Her humming was so pretty… But in the end, a young boy might be able to allow a moment of peace, his overdeveloped manhood could not.

Quiet blinked as she felt her ward’s member stiffen against her, and watched as a thick dollop of precum gushed out… She blinked, smirked, and looked at the boy who had at least blushed as he tried not to meet her gaze.

She wasn’t the kind of woman to leave a boy pent up though. Not when he’d done his homework anyway. 

Quiet moved into a new position, one that Scotty, like so many men before him, would come to love. She got on all fours, and looked back at the little stud over her shoulder. The boy’s eyes grew wide, especially when Quiet delivered a loud SMACK to her right ass cheek to make sure there was no confusion.

No, after that, the boy was rushing to get into position behind her. Quiet’s fingers drifted against the torn nylons, and an idea came to her… If she was going to show this boy how to be a man, she might as well show him everything. Scotty’s brows lifted up as the sniper tore the hole even wider. 

Then he sucked in a long breath of air as Quiet pulled her bikini to the side… and tapped a finger against the puckered edge of her asshole.

“Y-You mean-? You want me to put it there…?!” The boy was stunned, but he was also suddenly very excited by the taboo concept. As if to remove even that doubt, Quiet rubbed her still cum slick pussy with a finger, then smeared it over her untouched asshole. 

Scott groaned at the sight and his cock throbbed with need. He tore his eyes away from Quiet's awaiting anus to where the woman looked back at him over her shoulder. 

The sniper winked at him.

“Heck yeah!!” Even Quiet was surprised by the volume the normally reserved boy unleashed. Clearly he was eager and she mute let out a small laugh as she shook her hips from side to side. It would be the first time the young Ashford would fuck her ass, but far from the last.

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Five Months Later

The vista had changed, rugged Afghanistan swapped out for flush jungles of the region not yet known as the Congo… But a similar rifle had been erected, and an eye peered through it for a target. Only, this eye was blue. Also there weren’t likely to be many moving targets out there, just the ones set up by Quiet earlier.

There it was! A camouflage pop-up in the shape of a man, partially hidden behind a tree so that most of his target points weren’t even fully in view. Quiet loved making things hard for him. Ha.

Scott focused his breathing, remembering the motions Quiet had shown him. She’d had to show him a lot, running her hands over her chest and stomach to display the air flow had mostly just gotten him horny. But eventually he’d gotten it down. The youth lined up the crosshairs, held his breath, and slowly stroked the trigger.

At the last moment, something wet and slimy ran across his asshole.

*BLAM* 

“Q-Q-Quieeeettt…!” The shot went way off and Scott cringed badly while calling the name in an extended whine. The boy resisted the urge to look over his shoulder and yell at the woman. He’d lose his target and it had taken him long enough to find. But even without looking he could pretty much imagine her grin.

Well, he wouldn't have been able to see it. Quiet had her cheeks welded to his pale lower ones, her nose buried in the cleft of his ass, and her tongue gently teasing his rim. But oh yeah, her eyes were full of mischievousness as she did so. Scott squirmed, his painfully hard member throbbing, and then he gasped as he felt her gently wrap a hand around it… But she didn’t even stroke it, barely even caressed it! She was literally torturing him!

He started to groan in frustration, and her tongue pushed against his ass harder. The sound morphing into a moan while precum squirted out of his tip. Quiet let out a humming laugh he could feel as much as hear and Scotty growled before forcing himself to focus.

He found his target. Controlled his breathing, and half expecting it, the boy fired just as Quiet dragged her tongue over his asshole.

*BLAM!* 

The boy let out his held breath in a groan that tapered into a small giddy laugh. There was a new hole center of mass. Even out of her sight, Quiet knew it as well, her enhanced hearing picking up the very distinct sound the bullet made as it went through her target instead of just foliage. A surge of pride went through the woman, and she tamped it down and went back to tormenting him.

“Tha-thats one…!” He whispered hoarsely before racing the bolt action and finding the next. 

This time Quiet was even more wicked. Her tongue pushed into his hole, and Scotty had to bite his lip and fight the urge to kick the ground. The boy blinked rapidly, but kept his crosshairs locked in as he squeezed the trigger.

*BLAM!*

“Hnnnnng…! T-two!” Scott nearly shouted it out as he pulled the bolt one more time. 

Now Quiet really began to stroke him. Milking his cock while her tongue probed his insides. It felt good. Really good. Maybe too good! Because he didn’t want to cum in her hands, he wanted to cum in HER !

Scotty searched with desperation, and was hit with inspiration. Where would Quiet snipe from? He dialed back the magnification and raised the angle.

There! On a tree, sticking to the damn thing sideways as if it was lying prone on the branch! It was so bizarre that between the sight and the way Quiet was tickling his prostate he almost broke into hoarse laughter… but that would almost certainly finish with him blowing his load early! 

So instead, Scotty growled with surprising ferociousness, dialed back in his scope, and locked in his breathing with almost inhuman determination.

*BLAM!* 

“Yes!” Scott shouted while shoving himself up, and pulling his rear end away from the maniacal minx using it. He turned back as Quiet used the back of one gloved hand to rub her mouth and looked at her with eyes a bit too wide. His cock, no longer locked against the ground, sprang up with impressive force. Slinging precum around loosely as he faced the woman.

“Alright! I did it…! Now… I want tha-that ass!” It was a struggle for him to keep his voice raised, but the sight of Quiet definitely helped. The woman was still wearing her typical bikini and nylons only… the nylons were shoved down, along with her tac belt, so that her belly could just start to hang over them.

Quiets firm abs were refusing to let her stomach droop much even now, but she was undeniably well along. Five months along in fact. It was almost more obvious looking at her breasts, which had gone up a full cup size in the past few weeks.

The slightly less slinky than usual sniper smiled at her young lover, then shifted to all fours. He looked at her pussy, dripping wet, and was tempted to change his mind. But then Quiet gripped the round buttplug she had inserted, and pulled it out with a small moan. Lube leaked out thickly from the hole and Scotty decided his first choice was right.

Truthfully, Quiet was a bit worried about vaginal sex with her… oversized lover. So she was doing her best to encourage him to use other avenues. Scotty seemed to understand her unspoken request fairly well. Or he was just a horny and easy to manipulate boy.

Either way, he lined up his massive bitch breaker with the mute marks-woman’s back door, and jammed it in with little preamble. After his test, the boy was too horny to hold back. Quiet bit her lip and her eyes rolled back even as a wave of changing textures ran down her skin from her eyes to her anus, and her parasite did its best to help her handle the massive tool as it rearranged her guts.

The Ashfords were more than a bit suspicious about Quiets condition, and who the father had been. But the sniper was utterly mum on the subject and neither parent could get up the will to ask the boy himself… That might change once a distinctly caucasian baby popped out, but that was for then.

For now, Scotty buried his bone balls deep into his beloved baby of a body guard. He laid across her back and reached around to grope her big heavy mommy milkers, and squeezed.

Quiet opened her mouth and moaned, long and loud… and then Scotty’s hips got into it with abandon. His cock drilling her ass, his balls slapping relentlessly on her already gushing pussy. She felt those fat teste’s start to smack right into her clit, and the pregnant protector nearly squealed as the young boy fucked one massive orgasm after her out of another.

A++ on this test, Scotty. You’re doing fantastic.