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“Lemme touch’em,” spoke a nasally high-pitched voice.
Sniper moved out from her scope, expression dull and eyebrow quirking up.
“ Huuuh ?” She deadpanned, having little energy—unlike the loudmouth brat sat further away.
Scout was sitting crossed-legged on a box, smiling at Sniper with utter glee. It wasn’t the first time the kid came around her nest, finding any excuse to chatter on about utter nonsense. Sniper never really minded the company—kept those touchy Spooks off her backside at least. Though, such a risqué request would have been better asked outside of the battle––the kid either had balls or lacked the slightest brain cell to have a proper thought.
“Your tits,” He said again, enthusiasm pouring out from his voice. “Lemme touch’em! I’ve haven’t touched a girl in months, c’mon.”
Such forward stupidity made Sniper smile, “More like at all.”
That made Scout jerk back in his spot, face bleeding red. “I ain’t no freakin’ virgin—I’ve fucked plenty of women!” It was hard for Sniper to believe that to be true when the kid always acted like a hyperactive little hooligan.
Sniper set her rifle aside, turning to get a better look at Scout.
“That right? So why do yah wanna touch my tits then? They can’t be anythin’ special,” she asked, curious to see where this would go.
“Nothin’ special?!” Scout was outright offended hearing that. “They’re, like, the freakin’ hugest titties I’ve ever seen for an aussie!” He expressed his extreme fondness by motioning both his hands in a circle before slamming them on his chest.
Sniper scuffed, smiling again, “Yah sure know how to praise a gal.” She had to admit, though, her tits were the biggest around—those Australian genes went somewhere at least.
“See, I’m a swell and charmin’ guy,” Scout did his usual self-praise with a grin, getting up and walking closer. “Only fair I get a quick grope in return for bein’ so awesome, yeah?” That headstrong approach was rewarded with a sudden rifle pressed into his perverted face, letting it smoosh against his cheek.
“Only behind the barrel of my rifle you will.” It was more of a jab than a threat, Sniper knowing well that the stupid brat wouldn’t do anything that ballsy now.
“Ahah, I–I was kiddin’–I was kiddin’, Sniper!” Scout tried to laugh it off, hands in the air so Sniper could see them. Sniper let off her rifle, giving the kid a moment to breathe. “Can’t hate a guy for likin’ big tits now, can you? It’s only natural.” He tried to excuse himself, hands behind his head as he walked back to his spot.
Sniper just shook her head, returning to her scope again. Like hell if she knew what a bloke thought, she was a Sheila after all! Men were something she barely experienced herself––as she’d ever tell the brat she was still a virgin. Blokes were what she preferred, sure, but her cold attitude and lonely nature said otherwise—supposedly, not a lot of men like to see that kind of attitude in a woman. And with such a ruthless job, she’ll probably end up being the next Virgin Mary.
Sniper’s own self-wallowing annoyed her, having trouble getting back to her job as her sight lingered on the kid again. Scout was lying on the box now, throwing his baseball upward and catching it again.
Tits, eh? She thought for a moment, deciding that she wanted to act upon the fool now.
“A’righty yah little mongrel,” she said aloud, setting aside her rifle and standing up. Scout crooked his head towards Sniper, his baseball landing on his chin and making him irk up in pain. Sniper made her way towards the kid, now leaning in front of him. Scout grumbled out all annoyed, his attitude making a complete turnaround when he saw the giant shadow of Sniper looming over him. “Show me what those scrawny little hands can do.”
And in a quick flash, Sniper carelessly opened up her vest wide, breasts bouncing right in Scout’s face. Her breasts sat mere inches away from Scout, his nose brushing at the tip of Sniper’s work shirt.
“Uh—! Uhm,” Scout stammered terribly, utterly red-faced and embarrassed.
“What, yah were so forward before ‘bout touchin’ them,” Sniper could not help but tease further, jiggling them about ever so slightly. Of course, she prepared to defend herself in case the horny brat did attempt something . But, in the end, Scout did nothing, hands latched right onto that box. Scout could not even look at Sniper now, head held on the floor.
The sight alone surprised Sniper—the kid might be generally afraid of doing something .
Aw piss , she swore internally, feeling like the gross pervert now.
“Sorry there, mate,” Sniper apologized as she moved aside, buttoning her vest back up. “Didn’t mean to be such a bully.”
“Wait, I—I really do wanna touch your tits, Sniper!” Scout brought his head back up when saying that, making Sniper blink back in surprise. “Just, ya know… Not unless you really want me too or somthin’—gahhhh , what am I sayin’, you were askin’ me to just touch them!” He cursed at himself, realizing the opportunity he just squandered. His hands slammed on the floor, body unable to keep to his feet anymore. “Spy’s right, I really am some kind of fag, ain’t I?”
“Hey, hey now,” Sniper tried to reason with the kid—his ego was far too easily defeated. “Yeah, most blokes would take the chance the first time they get it—but those guys are arses!” Scout’s saddened face looked up at Sniper. “And yah ain’t no arse, no way! Hah , in fact, I’m startin’ to think yah might have some cute little crush on me holdin’ yerself back like…”
The waterfall of tears flowed through Scout’s eyes, his heart instantly crushed on the spot.
“Huh… Maybe I should’ve seen the signs a bit better,” Sniper said aloud, face growing red the same now. Sniper honestly assumed Miss Pauling was the only gal Scout truly had any fondness for—that or the kid just had a thing for big titty girls with glasses.
Scout wiped away the tears, hurrying to his feet again.
“I—I just think you’re so super cool, Sniper!” He praised out quite loudly, so unashamedly even. “And… And I’m always comin’ around botherin’ yah because—because I didn’t want to see yah getting’ harassed or annoyed by some perverted jerkass.”
It was not often that Sniper was called super cool—or at all for that matter. Sniper hated to admit it, but she never got along with the people back home. She loved her parents and they loved her back, but rarely did she come across someone she could consider a close friend or…
Scout continued with a sad sigh, “I’m one to talk—I’m the annoyin’ jackass here.” Again, his self-doubt beat him down, plopping back on the box with his head held low.
“Yeah, yah are an annoyin’ brat,” Sniper admitted, making Scout sulk further in his wallowing. But soon she smiled, quietly saying next, “But yah ain’t so bad…” The look of the mope made her rethink a bit, deciding he deserved a second chance.
So, Sniper once again opened her vest wide, breasts flopping outward.
“A’right, I ‘suppose I can let yah touch them—but just this once!”
Scout jolted where he sat, eyes widened and mouth agape in surprise. “Really?!” He terribly stammered, still not believing what he was hearing.
“Don’t make me change my mind.”
“Oh man… Oh man, oh man!” Carefully, Scout staggered to his feet again, walking closer to Sniper. His bandaged hands hesitated forward, fingers ghosting at the simple touch of cloth on flesh. He gulped hard, until finally sticking the landing. His hands sat upon them, doing a little squeeze, feeling how strangely squishy but also firm Sniper’s breasts felt.
“Mn…” A moan went up Sniper’s throat, just as curious of the feeling—Scout’s hands were a bit rougher than hers, if smaller. Far has she been cupped in the chest before––the damned Spooks have proven to be less than gentlemen to her. While a bit rough just the same, it was much more innocent, less purposeful in causing her harm.
Scout was in utter shock and awe, unable to keep his voice down, “You get to touch these every day?!”
A chuckle peeped from Sniper, “This really is somthin’ special for yah, huh?” The kid’s reaction was far too amusing to be anywhere annoyed by the rough playing.
Further did Scout’s fingers squish at the flesh, just seeing how much his hand could even cup—Sniper’s tits were just that freaking huge! “They’re really soft and squishy,” Scout spoke aloud his thoughts, face an utter flush of red that his nose even started to bleed.
“Here I thought all that blood goes to a bloke’s cock, not his nose.”
Such a remark made Scout stop suddenly. He got strangely sheepish, concerning Sniper a bit. “Uh, hey,” he managed. “You… wanna touch my cock?”
A pause.
“What?” Sniper could only blurt out, caught completely off-guard.
The reaction put Scout in a panic, all hands hurrying off Sniper. He tried to laugh it off, “ Ahaha , Nothin’—sayin’ dumb crap again, that’s all! Hah, th—thanks for lettin’ me touch your tits and all, they were awesome! Best tits, ten outta ten!”
While Scout seemed set on forgetting about the request altogether, Sniper was not. A terrible urge stirred inside her, heart pumping and breathing hitching. And rudely she barged into Scout’s space, making the kid step away before he plopped back on his box. “Uh… Sn—Sniper?” He stammered, not sure what was happening.
“Can I…” Sniper began then paused. She cleared her throat and forced the rest out, “To—touch yer, uhm, willy ?”
While the answer back did make Scout twitch a smile in excitement, no words would spew from his hung mouth.
Sniper asked again just in case, “ Hah , reckin’ that’s an o-kay for me to pull yah pants down?”
Scout did reply, if with a sputter of jumble sentences and rapid head nodding.
Happy with the answer, Sniper went straight to work, kneeling and tugging at the strap holding Scout’s pants. She pulled them down, revealing a colorful pair of briefs with the BONK! logo labeled all around. The bump in the middle showed how hard Scout had become already, making the heat on Sniper’s face grow redder in return. She was becoming a little hesitant to go further now––she just never witnessed a cock this closely before, it was making her grip shaky.
Sniper exhaled a breath of air.
And finally, she pulled the underwear down in one fell swoop. When the underwear fell, the cock hidden within sprung right before her, curved upward in angle and already twitchy with excitement.
Scout hid his face between bandaged hands, utterly embarrassed to be like this without so much being touched yet.
“Well I’ll be,” Sniper tried to ease the awkwardness with a soft bit of laughter. “That’s a… Ahem , that’s a mighty fine willy yah got there, mate.”
“Stop saying willy ,” Scout’s voice sputtered out quite cutely through his fingers, and it made Sniper let off another awkward laugh.
Sniper did not think too much when grabbing onto Scout’s cock, causing the kid to yelp from the sudden pressure, “ Gah—! Sniper, that’s—that’s too strong!”
“Oh, opps,” she apologized, lessening her grip. “Suppose cocks and breasts ain’t so different.”
It took a moment for Scout to settle through the pain, hands finally off his face and looking down at Sniper. He almost couldn’t believe the sight itself—a chick was really holding onto his cock right now. No, no, not just some chick—Sniper was freaking holding his cock right now! The thought alone was pooling more heat down below, jolting upward and making his dick move into Sniper’s hand. The sudden movement even surprised Sniper, watching the head of the cock move past her thumb before settling in place again.
“ Shit, shit, shit ,” Scout was berating himself––he was really blowing it right now!
But Sniper did not let go, or even yell at Scout for acting upon such horny behavior. She just held her complete focus upon the cock and said, “Blokes usually masturbate like this, right?”
The question caught Scout off-guard, unsure how to reply.
Sniper went on, “It ain’t much different than how we do it… though, I’ve always preferred rubbing more—wasn’t much of a fan of sticking objects up there .”
That got another jolt out of Scout, thrusting into Sniper’s hand again with a moan, “Oh—Oh man…”
Watching such filthy work was making Sniper breathe a bit harder, mindlessly spewing out more raunchy admissions, “Sometimes… the vibrations of my van are enough to get me off. Can be a hassle, lemme tell yah. Probably one of the reasons I asked Truckie to install a shower in there… easier to get off with the warm water that way than on my seat.”
That part was a bit of a lie—Sniper just wanted a place where she could take a bath without prying eyes behind her back. Though, she did prefer masturbating in the shower more than anywhere else. Just thinking about getting off was making her feel a bit warm down there—having some bloke using her hand to jerk himself off wasn’t helping in the slightest.
“Fu—Fuck…!” Scout was utterly lost in bliss, just fucking into Sniper’s hand without any semblance of thought. And it wasn’t long till he just let loose everything, spurting his load straight onto Sniper’s face, the orange of her shades drenched completely white now. Sniper was lost in her own perverted thoughts when this happened, now waking up once she felt the warm droplets of semen drip down her chin.
When Scout settled down and looked at the mess he created, he went into a panic and apologized, “ Ah ! Sorry, so freakin’ sorry! Crap, I really just freakin’ blew my load like that—! Dumbass, you dumb, dummy, dumbass!”
Sniper paid little attention to the kid’s berating, removing her shades, simply in awe at the amount that covered them. The sticky liquid hung loosely, dripping in small dots at the edges of the rim. It was a curious sight to behold––one that defeated her in the end. Because what Sniper did next was unthinkable to her, opening her mouth and letting her tongue lick away at the glops stuck to the frames.
It was indeed sticky to taste, but also a bit watery—with a hint of fruitiness to it as well. She had eaten some strange things back home, but this had to be the strangest for her by far. Even so, she let the semen swirl in her mouth for a bit before finally swallowing with a satisfied sigh.
Scout had yet to realize what was happening before he finally looked down, just in awe when watching Sniper lick away at the semen-coated glasses. Every part of her glasses was cleaned off the goop, the only thing left behind being the thin smudges on the frames.
Scout swallowed, “You…” and then bent to Sniper’s level.
“Hrm?” Sniper hummed, lowering her glasses away, leaving nothing between them.
“You—You still got some on your face,” was what he said before moving his face in closer, licking up the semen that was dripping off her cheek still.
“Ah, what’cha yah,” Sniper was unsure what Scout was thinking—was the idiot just as curious on the taste?
Christ kid, this is your mess…
Even with that thought, the action was really riling her up further, kneecaps tapping against each other and thighs squeezing. The wetness below almost made her believe she wet herself—thank god that wasn’t the case! The damn brat got her acting up, and over such juvenile behavior at that—so much for professionalism.
Scout seemed unfazed by the taste—even if it was a bit gross swallowing what just came out of his body. His mind was clouded with such vulgar thoughts towards Sniper. He only asked on a whim—he knew Sniper would never let things get this far… And yet here they were, so close together, both so warm and panting indecent noises. It was all so wrong, all so good. And before he even knew it, Scout did a very unthinkable thing and pressed his lips upon Sniper’s.
The action came as a complete surprise for Sniper, squeaking out an embarrassedly cute noise and shaking in place. Their taste mixed together with the semen, creating a strange flavor of burnt fruity coffee. They parted to breathe, the moment of respite taken away by the utterly horrified realization of what Scout just did.
“Duh—uh!” Scout jumbled out a bunch of words, trying to get his pants fixed up but failing miserably. Sniper just sat on the ground and watched, still in a blissful daze from the kiss. Sniper did not even catch what Scout cried out as he went off running, pants and underwear still falling down and exposing his pride to the unfortunate souls to cross his path.
The familiar ringing of bullets fired outside brought her back to reality, realizing she was alone now. She blinked slowly, and then laid her fingers upon her wetted lips.
“…Stupid whanker,” she quietly said, thighs squeezing harder together and body rocking. “Ahh… Yah just don’t leave a gal like this…”
If not for the unfortunate position she was in, she would have handled this inconvenience right there and then. But getting off alone in a broken-down shack with bullets raining outside was not a very pleasurable experience. When the mood had vanished, she stopped trying to get off all together, letting out her horny frustrations for any unfortunate enemy to get in her line of sight.