Chapter 2

The expedition embarked the following morning without any special ceremony. The green truck was crowded for six people, their baggage, and the radio and spare fuel, but everyone seemed happy about the trip and the weather was excellent.

Vic was the senior chaperone - a man in his late twenties with a pointy beard. He decided that he would be the keeper of the rifle. That wasn’t how they’d done it the last time John went on circuit. Back then, Dylan had given the rifle to John, figuring that the youngest and smallest would need it most.

Henry was the middle chaperone - a few years older than John. He had been on circuit with John last time, too. His sister Brigitte was one of the prettiest girls in town. John had been the lucky recipient of Brigitte’s first ever blowjob.

Miss Schumacher - Caroline - was in her mid-twenties. She had four kids at home already but was eager to have at least one more before it was too late. Her deep brown hair was always done up in a bun at school, but today it split on her shoulders, half on her back and half tickling the top of her cleavage.

Erica and Abby were the town’s only twins, although you wouldn’t know it to look at them. Erica was three inches taller than her sister: broad-shouldered and athletic. Abby, on the other hand, gave the impression of being fragile. This was both fifteen year olds’ first circuit, and their prime uncle Vic was determined to make sure it went smoothly.

Miss Schumacher, always a teacher, spent the morning and afternoon teaching John and the twins history: specifically about the Age of Scavenging at the end of the Bunker Era. After several generations of surviving below ground, the machines began to fail. The men and women who managed to find what their communities needed to survive were remembered as heroes - even when those boons were taken from other bunkers by force or duplicity. Too often, bunkers couldn’t find what they needed, and their people were forced to move to the still hostile surface. Occasionally, entire bunkers went extinct when their scouts inadvertently brought home some sort of contaminant.

It didn’t feel like school - John found himself engrossed in the stories and much more receptive to the lessons than he ever did in the classroom. Being out in the fresh air helped. From time to time his mind drifted to sex, like it always had in the classroom. This time when he fantasized about Miss Schumacher, it was punctuated by the knowledge that, in a few hours, she would be giving him his chaperone blowjob - unless for some reason she asked Erica or Abby to do it instead. The conversational nature of the lesson kept his daydreams in check, and he was always able to hide his erections.

In the early evening, the truck stopped; they radioed their position back to Appa, and discussed their meeting plans if the group somehow got separated. Then it was time for the chaperone blowjobs.

“Does anyone have any questions about why we do this?” Miss Schumacher asked, spreading out a ground cloth.

“So the men aren’t too sexually frustrated to concentrate, so we can protect you,” Henry volunteered.

“Good!” Miss Schumacher said. She guided John to lie down on the blanket.

“And as a bonding exercise,” Erica stated. “To build trust and, er, community.”

“Yes. I think you’ve all got it,” Miss Schumacher told the group.

Miss Schumacher helped lower John’s pants; his dick sprung free from his underwear a moment later. All the while as she bent and tugged at his underwear, it seemed as though her boobs were on the verge of spilling out the top of her dress. Then, on her elbows and knees between his legs, she lowered her mouth to John’s solid cock, and his body was shocked by the sudden pleasure: warm, soft, wet, and stimulating. Her head bobbed up and down, jolting him, twisting him up inside, forcing good feelings on him. On each of her down-strokes, he could see past her head and shoulders to her ass sticking into the air. Her waist, accentuated by a red sash, was narrow, but then her hips, draped by a green skirt, widened to the perfect size. Wide enough to deliver a baby, for sure, but more importantly, wide enough for a man to mount, and to fuck and fuck and fuck.

Miss Schumacher was surprised when John began ejaculating, but she didn’t lose any of his seed, and she didn’t stop until she had sucked away every last drop his balls could produce.

After taking a moment to clear his head, John looked around. Vic’s blowjob hadn’t begun yet. He was sitting on a rock with his pants around his ankles. Erica was sitting next to him, stroking his cock with her hand, while they both watched Abby and Henry. Erica had Vic’s shaft gripped in the middle, and it seemed to John that there was room for another whole hand on the thing in either direction.

Abby was sitting with her legs beneath her and her hands in her lap, sucking on Henry’s dick. He stood in front of her, looking down at her kindly, touching her head and softly giving her encouragement. John had always thought that Abby’s eyes looked sad, but just then, looking up at Henry’s face with his cock in her mouth, her eyes were wide with hope. Her back was completely straight and her fine mahogany hair followed it down to her waist. She seemed to be completely still except for the muscles of her jaw and throat.