Security Breach: Military Spunk Bank by ZART96

The night came quiet and fresh near Fort Ram's Sperm Bank, a small simple one-floor building for the women of the army base. As the female soldiers couldn't go out or bring some boys in during their service time, this was their only way to keep their urges at bay. They only came in when they needed to masturbate and fill those plastic jars with their thick, abundant jizz. In front of the building, a couple soldiers, Allansen and Beckson, were taking a cigarette break.

Once the gorgeous privates walked away from the front door, speaking of their last time with school kids or other boys before signing up, a small, hooded figure emerged from the shadows, almost tip-toeing towards the entrance of the military sperm bank. The hooded figure looked at the two soldiers disappearing around the corner before quickly swiping an ID card and slipping inside. The figure took off the hood and the face of a 9 years old black-haired boy was revealed, sweating nervously as he looked around the dimly lit corridor.

His name was Ronny, and his petite; feminine frame in those tight leggings and a crop top under the oversized hoodie made him look like a girl from afar. He gulped as he made his way down the corridor, his heart racing wild and trying to hear any sounds of approaching footsteps. This was the second time he'd snuck into a military spunk bank, and the thrill of it all hadn't diminished. His cum addiction had started innocently when he was around 4 at the orphanage thanks to a horny nurse who used to let him suckle her breasts smearing them with her sweet jizz, and it didn't take long for her to use his newfound love for semen to trade her fluids for his asspussy.

He turned to the left, where the info board indicated the storage room was located. The smell of jizz was thick in the air, mixing with the sterilizing agents and the faint scent of plastic. Ronny felt his tummy flutter with excitement as he reached the room. With trembling hands, he turned the knob and swiped the ID through the reader. He peered inside and his eyes widened in astonishment at the sight that greeted him. Rows of metal shelves stretched to the ceiling, each filled with plastic jars, each one labeled with a woman's name and rank. He couldn't believe his luck; it was like a candy store for his twisted desires.

The little boy tried to remain calm as he stepped into the storage room, his eyes scanning over the vast collection of sperm jars. His mind raced with the thoughts of all the soldiers who had come here to relieve themselves, desperately seeking relief and at the same time making those heavy, copious loads taste even better. He knew he didn't have much time; the risk of getting caught was too high. Quickly, he grabbed one jar at his level, it was labeled "Sergeant Hirsch" with the date from two days ago. He opened it and took a deep breath, inhaling the musky scent of the warm jizz inside. He could almost feel the power of it, his mouth watering and his tongue aching to taste it.

Ronny brought the jar closer to his face, his eyes fluttering with anticipation as he gazed at the thick, white liquid inside. The sticky liquid touched his tongue, sending a wave of pleasure through his body as he savored the salty flavor. He licked the remains of the empty jar before grabbing another one. This one was labeled "Private Wallace" and was from just yesterday. That sample was specially sweet and made the little cum addict drive crazy with desire. He felt his stomach roaring in hunger, begging for more of that warm, sticky nectar that only the strong soldiers of Fort Ram could provide.

He found another one from Private Wallace, this one much fuller than the last. Ronny's hands shook as he unscrewed the cap, and a gush of warm jizz spilled onto his eager, outstretched tongue. The sensation was like nothing he'd ever felt before—each drop of cum was a little explosion of pleasure in his mouth. He greedily slurped and swallowed, not wanting to waste a single drop. His body felt alive with the potent mix of hormones and desire, his mind clouded with the images of the strong, powerful soldiers who had filled these jars.

A fourth jar caught Ronny's attention, this one labeled with the name "Captain Jizz". The jar was twice the size of the others, and the lid was sealed tightly with a piece of tape. His curiosity piqued, he grabbed it, feeling the weight of the thick, dense fluid inside. Despite the coldness of the room, the jar was warm to the touch, indicating a very recent deposit. He took it to a corner and sat down, his heart thumping in his chest like a drum. Carefully, he peeled the tape and unscrewed the lid, revealing a sea of pearly white sperm that practically begged to be devoured.

Taking a long sip from the "Captain Jizz" jar, Ronny felt a rush of heat in his cheeks and a tingling in his belly. It was unlike any cum he'd ever tasted—richer, thicker, and more potent. The little boy imagined this woman, Captain Jizz, to be a tall, powerful figure, her body sculpted by years of military training and discipline. He could almost see her in his mind's eye, stroking her cock as thick ropes of semen shot into the jar, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

Ronny moaned quietly, his body quivering with pleasure as the warm nectar coated his throat and slid down to his stomach. He hadn't realized how much he'd needed this, the feeling of being filled to the brim with the essence of strong, virile female soldiers. He took another deep gulp, his throat working hard to swallow the copious amounts of Captain Jizz's seed. It was as if he could feel her power and authority flowing through him with every swallow, turning his small, feminine body into a vessel for her lust.

Sat against the wall with the jar of Captain Jizz in his lap, Ronny's hand found its way under his leggings, his tiny fingers probing his own asshole. He'd always loved the feeling of coating his fingers with the best sperm before pushing them into himself, feeling the warmth of the cum mingle with the heat of his own asspussy. As he inserted his first finger, he let out a soft gasp, his eyes never leaving the jar. The thought of the powerful captain bringing herself to climax fueled his own, his body responding eagerly to the idea of being filled by this unknown dickgirl.

The door of the storage room was open as he left it, and the horny kid was too lost in his intimate moment to care and notice a pair of shoes in the threshold. He didn't hear the sound of the door being closed with a quiet click or the tall, chubby but curvy big woman in the tight-fitting cleaning uniform carrying a big jar of spunk in her gloved hands. She was the sperm bank's janitor, her blonde long straight hair tied up in a bun and a smirk on her face. She'd seen it all before (and fucked it all before too) but this was a first for her. A little sperm junkie in a military facility.

Her hazel eyes sparkled with amusement as she observed the small, feminine boy fingering himself with his fingers covered in jizz, his eyes closed with an ecstasy look in his face as the sticky noises filled the room. The janitor, whose name was Marge, set her jar down gently on a nearby shelf, not wanting to interrupt the delightful scene unfolding in front of her. She leaned against the wall, her tight overall straining against her voluptuous body, and watched with a growing fascination.

Ronny heard something like a person clearing their throat, and he snapped his eyes open, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. Standing before him was the janitor, Marge, she seemed serious, and he was in real trouble now. His eyes darted to the jar of Captain Jizz left on the floor as he dared to look back at her, slowly pulling his fingers out of his asspussy with a slick pop.

"What are you doing here, kid? This is a restricted area" the janitor mumbled in a normal tone, her voice not hiding the amusement.

"Uh... sorry... I... I got lost" Ronny stuttered, trying to find a good excuse.

Marge raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing wider. "Lost, huh? With a jar of cum in your hand and your fingers all sticky in your asshole? That's a new one." She stepped and noticed the dry white spots in his chin, cheeks and lips. "And it seems like you've been enjoying our little... collection."

"I just... I couldn't help it, ma'am," Ronny mumbled, his eyes downcast. "It's just... so good."

The big woman grabbed the jar she'd brought with her and sat down beside him, her thick frame overshadowing him.

"I know the feeling," Marge smirked, the boy felt an arm around his shoulder as she pressed his tiny body against her. "I always keep coming back to leave my... samples, too. And looks like you enjoyed Captain's load quite a bit, didn't you?" The chubby curvy janitor showed him the jar she was carrying, it was labeled "Captain Jizz" too, was she...

Ronny's eyes went wide with astonishment, that big, curvy janitor was the donor of the best sperm he had ever tasted? He felt a knot in his stomach, a mix of fear and excitement. He looked at her with newfound admiration.

"Your cum is... yummy," Ronny admitted shyly, looking up at Marge with a hint of awe. He had never met the woman who produced such delicious jizz before, the janitor tightened her grip around his shoulder.

"Yeah, I aint't a captain for real, but I don't want to brag, my loads are the most abundant here," Marge winked at him, her hand slipping down to rest on his thigh. "You can see the jars, can't ya? It's only one session and I fill up the whole jar."

The child stared at the jar in Marge's hand, his mouth watering uncontrollably at the thought of the warm, thick liquid inside. Captain Jizz noticed his hungry gaze and chuckled, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"You want a tummy full of the Captain's jizz, don't ya?" Marge's voice was low and teasing, her hand moving up to stroke Ronny's cheek with her sticky, gloved hand. "Well, little one, I might have a good deal for ya," she said, her hand moving away from his face to unzip her overalls.

His mouth gaped open and his eyes grew wide as Marge revealed herself to him. Her large, round breasts were barely contained by the tight bra she wore underneath, and her stomach was soft and had plenty of flesh to grab onto. The janitor stopped unzipping her uniform before reaching her crotch and the outline of her monstrous bulge was clear, she had to be packing something big and fat if she produced so much jizz in one go.

Ronny fixed his gaze on her lap, his breath hitching in his throat. Her hand caressed playfully over the bulge in her pants, making it twitch and grow.

"I can let ya finish these two jars so you can fill your belly with the spunk it craves so bad," Marge offered, her voice dripping with sweet temptation, "and in exchange, I'll stuff your asspussy with my big, thick cock and paint your insides with another fresh batch," she said, her free hand moving to her crotch to give it a gentle squeeze.

He sighed in need, watching her rub her cock, the same cock that had filled those jars with such an abundance of love juice. He moved onto her lap while nodding eagerly. He began to pull down her zipper with trembling hands, and she chuckled at his eagerness, helping him by lifting her hips slightly. Her thick cock sprang free, and Ronny couldn't help but feel his jaw drop in amazement. It was more than 10 inches, thick and veiny, with a mushroom-like head that was already glistening with pre-cum. The little cum junkie panted at the sight, his own tiny cock hardening in his pants.

She grabbed his head and pushed it down, making him gasp as the tip of her cock hit his nose. Ronny opened as wide as he could, his mouth watering even more as he felt the heat and weight of Captain Jizz's massive shaft. He took in as much as he could, his throat stretching around her girth as she began to pump into his mouth. Her hand was firm, guiding him, as his own hands clutched onto her thighs for support.

"It feels good to put it in a hole, rather than fapping into a jar," Marge murmured, watching Ronny's eyes water as he struggled to take her entire length. "But you're doing well, slut. Keep going. Suck that big cock like you mean it," she encouraged him, her grip on his head tightening slightly.

Ronny's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the head of Marge's cock hit the back of his throat, and he gagged around it. But instead of pulling away, he pushed through the reflex, eager to taste more of her warm, salty precum. His throat muscles contracted around her shaft as he tried to swallow her down, his hands moving to cup her heavy balls. He could feel them tightening under his palms, and the janitor grunted as she bucked her hips, pushing even more of herself into his mouth.

The little sperm thief remained still, taking her deep into his throat, his eyes watering but his focus unwavering. The taste of her pre-cum was addictive, and he could feel his asspussy clenching with need as she used his mouth. Marge's hand stroked his hair, her other hand smearing his face with the mix of his spit and her precum, leaving a messy, sticky trail.

"I've banged many kids like you before," Marge said, her voice filled with lust, "but you're the first one who isn't afraid of choking on my meat monster." Her hand gripped the back of his head harder, pushing him down until he couldn't breathe. But Ronny was a pro at this point, his holes had been trained to take cocks of all sizes, and he was eager to show it to her.

His saliva coated her pelvis as he tried to deep throat her, and she could feel his throat struggling. The little sperm thief's cheeks were flushed, and his messy face begged for more. Marge put her leg over the boy's head, pressing him down until he could feel the need to breathe. He coughed once, twice, but she didn't let up, enjoying the way his hungry mouth fought for air around her cock. When she finally released him, Ronny took in a deep, desperate breath, his nostrils dripping with snot and spit. That dominant lady was testing his limits and turning him into a complete whore for her jizz.

"Ya know how to suck cock like a champ," Marge grunted with approval as Ronny stared at her, trying to regain his breath. "Now, would you mind tossing that salad for me?" she asked, her voice still a mix of amusement and arousal.

The big woman turned to her left side, exposing her thick, round buttcheeks to Ronny. With trembling hands, he reached out and spread them apart, revealing her dark, gaping asshole waiting for his eager tongue. The sight made him drool, and he didn't waste any time diving in, licking and shoving his tongue deep inside her. Marge's asshole was tight and muscular, and the taste of her was intoxicating.

"Nuthin' like a good eager tongue," Marge groaned, pushing back into Ronny's face as he worked his tongue around her asshole. He moaned in pleasure, feeling her muscles tighten around his tongue as he licked and probed her, shaking his face against her ass with every stroke. Marge twerked her cheeks, smothering him between her thick buttocks as she felt his tongue plunging deeper and moving in circles around her sphincter.

When she allowed him to come up for air again, Ronny got caught in her arms as she kissed him rough, her tongue tasting her own ass on his lips. She picked him up like he was nothing and placed him on a chair, spreading his legs wide open over the armrests. He looked up at her, her cock was now at the perfect height and inches away from his asspussy. He was so horny that he let out quiet moans, begging Captain Jizz to put that monster cock inside him.

The cleaning lady spat saliva in her hand and rubbed it against his asshole before taking her massive cock and pressing it against the tight, quivering hole. Ronny felt his body tense up as the head of her cock began to stretch him open, his eyes squeezed shut in a mix of pain and pleasure he knew so well.

"What a tight little boycunt you got here," Marge murmured, her thick glans pushing harder against the ring of muscle that was Ronny's sphincter. He whimpered, as it slowly disappeared into his body. "I don't know why our commander doesn't bring some sluts like you to make the extraction more... enjoyable."

With one swift thrust she went in deeper, and Ronny felt a wave of pain and pleasure wash over him, his asspussy stretching to accommodate those 10.5 inches of pure joy. He whined and gripped the chair, his nails digging into the fabric as he felt himself being split open. But the pain soon gave way to an intense sensation of fullness, loving her pelvis pressed against his rear entry while she remained motionless, stretching out his insides.

"It's huuuge!" Ronny whined, his body adjusting to the intrusion of Marge's massive cock. She chuckled, her hands gripping the back of the chair, her cock buried to the hilt inside the little sperm thief.

"And fucks so good, doesn't it?" she grunted, beginning to pull out slowly, only to slam back in with a force that made Ronny's body jolt. He let out a high-pitched squeal, his eyes rolling back.

Marge started to fuck him at a steady pace, her thick, veiny cock moving in and out of his asspussy with ease. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through Ronny's body, making him squirm and moan with delight. He could feel her balls slapping against his ass as she picked up speed, her grunts growing louder with every push, her big tits bouncing above him.

The little sperm junkie threw his head back, his small hands gripping the sides of her curvy waist, urging her to go deeper, to fill him up completely with her fat, long shlong. The janitor's hips rocked back and forth, her powerful thighs flexing with every pump, her cock disappearing and reappearing in Ronny's asshole with a wet, squelching sound that echoed in the storage room. He moaned her name over and over, his voice high-pitched and feminine.

She shifted the angle slightly, and Ronny felt her cockhead hit his prostate, sending a bolt of pleasure up his spine. His body responded instinctively, his hips lifting to meet her thrusts, eager for more. Marge noticed and smirked, increasing her pace. The chair creaked under their combined weight, and the sound of their fucking grew louder, filling the small storage room.

"Shit, you're taking it like a good whore," Marge grunted with pleasure, her grip tightening on the chair as she pounded into him relentlessly. Ronny's eyes rolled back into his head, his mouth forming a silent 'O' of ecstasy as her cock hit his prostate over and over again. He could feel his own dry orgasm approaching, his little cock swaying on his groin, forgotten and ignored.

With a loud, girlish squeal, Ronny's asspussy began to spasm around Marge's cock, his dry orgasm tearing through him like a tempest. He felt his asshole pulse and clench around that monster dong, desperately trying to milk it for the sweet cum it so desperately craved. But Marge was in no hurry to cum; she was a long-distance runner, and she knew how to pace herself in order to enjoy the little slut longer.

She buried balls deep in his hole, before lifting him off the chair as she sat down, placing him on her lap. The little boy wrapped his legs around her waist, his face flushed and sweaty. Grabbing the half-empty jar of her spunk from the floor, Marge held it to Ronny's eager mouth, urging him to swallow more of the thick, potent jizz while riding her cock.

Ronny bounced hard on her cock, digesting her delicious semen with a smirk of pleasure painted on his face. The jar was soon empty, and the janitor tossed it aside, the sticky residue dripping on the floor. He licked his lips, begging for more as he looked up at her with those big, puppy-like eyes. Marge chuckled, her hand reaching under his crop top to fondle his tiny nipples, pinching his sensitive flesh.

"Cum on my cock again and the other jar is yours, work that asspussy hard," Marge whispered into Ronny's ear, her voice thick with desire. The little boy nodded frantically, eager for more of that sweet, warm jizz. He began to bounce harder, taking her entire length with every stroke, her cock stretching him to his limits.

She placed her hands on his buttcheeks, guiding him up and down her thick shaft, then keeping him steady as she pounded with long, hard strokes that sent his body jolting with pleasure. He cried out with each thrust, his voice echoing through the cold, sterile room as the jizz in his tummy churned with the motion. The big janitor took him like a ragdoll, her powerful body in complete control of his tiny frame.

Her thrust were harsh and fast, that large lady was seriously fucking his brains out and Ronny was in heaven. The way her pelvis slapped his ass with such powerful strokes would have made any first timer squeal like a pig getting slaughtered, but not him. He had a bottomless pit of an asspussy that craved for more and more, and the thick woman under him pistoning her cock into his bowels was more than happy to keep such a merciless pace.

Carrying him impaled on her cock to a near table, Marge threw the papers and other supplies on the floor with a crash. The table was built for the soldiers' convenience, but it was sturdy enough to support the two of them. She bent him over the table on his back, her big frame looming over him like a mountain of flesh as she resumed her merciless pumping, her cock barely leaving his asspussy before slamming back in, making him scream out with each thrust.

Ronny's legs were shaking, his toes curling in his shoes as she took him in every way imaginable. The janitor leaned down and whispered dirty words in his ear, her breath hot against his cheek. Her hands roamed over his body, her rough, calloused fingers pinching his nipples and tweaking them until they stood erect. His thighs up and pressed onto his chest, the legs on each shoulder of the janitor, Marge moved her large butt in a steady rhythm, her cock disappearing and reappearing with each stroke.

"I like this one," Marge murmured, her strokes becoming more deliberate, her cock swelling even further inside the boy's tight hole. "Your legs are restrained, your hands are holding on my wide hips, and your boycunt is begging for my deep thrusts. You're perfect for me, kid."

They stayed in the mating press, the janitor's cock a constant, pulsing presence deep in his guts. Ronny arched his back, pushing his asspussy onto her dick, eager to take everything she had to offer. He was lost in a sea of pleasure, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy crashing over him. He didn't even know his own name anymore; all he knew was Captain Jizz's cock and the need for it to never leave his rectum.

She gave him a short break before spooning him, his back against her chest, her cock still embedded deep in his asspussy. Marge offered the second jar of her jizz to Ronny, and he took it with trembling hands, swallowing it down eagerly, feeling the warmth spread through his body, giving him the energy to continue. The janitor took the rest and showered his face with her love juice, watching as the sperm junkie spread it across his face like a mask.

"Fuck, you are a nasty little whore," Marge growled, her voice thick with lust as she watched Ronny's face glisten with her cum. She pounded into him again, her fat cock sliding in and out of his tight hole with ease. The little boy's body was covered in a sheen of sweat, his face and hair sticky with the jizz Marge had painted him with.

The burly janitor kept one of his legs up, her hand under his thigh, holding him open like a book. She plowed into him, her heavy breathing and grunts of pleasure mixing with the slap of her hips against his ass. Ronny's eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth open in a silent scream as he felt the orgasm build deep in his gut. He couldn't help but clenched around her thick cock, his muscles tightening and his dry anal climax blinding him in the peak of pleasure.

A rough, guttural sound escaped Marge's throat as she felt Ronny's asspussy tighten around her cock. She trembled and roared, her orgasm taking over her body like a tidal wave. Her cock spurted hot jets of cum deep into his bowels, filling him up and painting the insides of his rectum. Ronny felt the warmth of her cum filling him, and it was all he could do to hold onto the table's edge, his body shaking from the intensity of the sensation. The big woman shot rope after rope into his insides for more than a minute, until she was completely drained and her cock remained twitching inside him.

Her arms hugged his skinny torso tightly in the aftermath of their orgasms, her chest heaving against his back. Ronny could feel her heart pounding, the pulse of her cock inside him slowing down, the warmth of her cum spreading through his body like warm, thick lava. His own little penis had gone soft, the pleasure of the asspussy orgasm leaving him utterly spent.

"That's... what... I call... a godlike fuck," Marge panted into Ronny's ear, her breaths hot and heavy as she lay there, her cock still buried in his asspussy. Her grip around him loosened, and she pulled out with a wet pop that made Ronny gasp. He felt the terrible emptiness inside of him, soon her thick spunk started to ooze out, leaving a sticky, warm trail down his thighs.

Ronny had no words to express the euphoria he felt, his asspussy still quivering from the intense pounding he had received from Captain Jizz. Marge stood up, bringing her semi-hard cock to his face, still dripping a few drops of cum. While he sucked her clean, a small pond of jizz had formed out of his asshole and was now staining the table.

Marge pointed at the mess his ass had made, and Ronny put on all fours and licked her jizz from the cold surface like a hungry kitten. She reached out and patted his head, smiling down at him. "You're more than welcome to break in anytime you want, but make sure you come on the night shifts. Less chance of getting caught. Or getting caught by me." she winked and gave him a playful slap on his sticky butt.

He left the sperm bank walking funny and slowly, his asspussy still gaping a bit from the intense fucking he had received from the burly janitor. The little cum addict couldn't wait to come back, get caught again, and get fucked rough by Captain Jizz. The mature lady watched him disappear in the night, her smile never leaving her face, and she let out a sigh of contentment before picking up the mess of their encounter.