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Your Status: Immune?

Rebecca's Status: Immune?

Your Equipment: Ball Cap, Clothes(B), Sneakers, Intertwined Backpacks

Rebecca's Equipment: Lab Coat, Clothes(C), Sneakers

Your Inventory: Pistol B (6/13), Firecrackers (34), Pocketknife, Flip Lighter, Battery Powered Lantern, Battery Powered Clock, Mini Flashlight, Pack of Batteries (10)

Rebecca's Inventory: Switchblade, Large Specimen Jar

Rebecca takes a few deep breaths, trying to focus undoubtedly on the task itself and not on who
she is doing it too. She steps forward, intent to get this done.

You, of course, shove your gun into her chest and grab the jar from her now slack hands. You have a heart, after all.

Brandon had asked once or twice for one early on before he moved onto blowjobs(or as he called it, keeping you clean), and you were too frazzled to refuse. So giving a handjob, while being inexperienced at, was something you at least knew about. Joshua's dick, however, is more than double the size of Brandon and as you crawl onto the bed to straddle its legs, you worry you might have gotten a little over your head.

When you take its cock into you left hand and you set the jar nearby, you are taken aback by the almost scalding heat radiating from it. Brandon wasn't like that, either. Your hand looks so small wrapped around it, and you seeming have **** but to use your other one. You begin pumping at a slow pace, taking care to not hurt it in front of Rebecca. It's difficult to tell, but you think that although it definitely feels it, it won't be enough to get it off. You increase your pace and take a quick look at Rebecca. You're a little self-conscious about giving a handjob in front of someone.

She, you notice, seems to be watching with fascination, and her thighs are lightly rubbing together. Her face seems a little flushed as well. 'Great, she's a voyeur,' you think to yourself.

You turn back to the task at hand. You have realized that as you were looking at Rebecca, the room
darkened a bit. Means you didn't have much time left before you would have to break out a light source, and that would not be a good thing. You speed up your actions again and begin focusing closer to the head of its cock, as you begrudgingly move your head closer to begin licking the shaft. You immediately notice a slightly salty taste to it, but **** yourself to continue licking. Getting the semen is important, and it does seem that the virus has either died as the precum dried or that your really are immune to it.

You push yourself more into the act in this **** race. Your actions have rather quickly improved; your right hand focusing around the head with your thumb rubbing it as you pump, your licking dragging long from the base to the bottom of your hand with little sucking moments at random moments, and your left hand has surprisingly found an opening that you are certain is NOT its butt and is now three fingers deep inside. You have been checking on Joshua's head, and it seems like you have won. It is now thrashing as you barely manage to get the jar open and in place before the first eruption. Three, four, five, six massive shots launch from the penis, filling the jar to the brim. You breath a sigh of relief at that, and pull away from the bed. You were not expecting the seventh shot, and watch in mute awe as it flies through the air. Most of it splatters against the wall, where Rebecca was standing before she dodged, but one rather large glob smashes into her slightly agap lips. She is quick to wipe off her mouth with a sheet, but the way her mouth is moving and her facial expression says that some definitely got in.

Never mind that. You close the jar and wipe your hands on your jeans, before shoving the jar into Rebecca's sticky hands and grab your gun from the nearby dresser. You just want to get back to safety.