Chapter 10: Blowjob Revelations

Walking over near to the segregated camp the kids would be calling their home until they reached the age of fourteen. The marines were doing their best at consoling the small children but were doing a poor job of it. They were young men ill-equipped to care for three and four-year-olds. They were equipped for killing any of the parents that tried to sneak in to retrieve their children. The kids were still in their original clothes. Evidently, the change of wardrobe would happen after school started.

I was guessing that is when the soldiers would really be needed. When the parents saw all their children running around playing in their birthday suits. I was sure little naked bodies running and playing in the sun would start. When the choice of naked or itchy rash-making clothes was all they could choose. Most would quickly lose any of the inhibitions they’d been taught or developed from seeing only people that were clothed. I imagined the older girls with marshmallowy nipples atop breast buds, and the starts of sprigs of hair around puffed-out pussy lips would be the last to give in.

I continued my exploring, seeing the city we were building for the currently caged residence. I noticed all of the houses had small microwave dishes pointed at the dishes mounted on the minarets. I guessed they were backups for the underground lines I saw being put in trenches. Each house had a trench to the metal poles put up at every intersection. Each pole had a camera attached to it.

I watched while the system of cameras and projectors on the poles were put through their paces. A woman in a full black hijab walked down the street; a soldier behind her pointing a gun at her. The camera appeared to re-align and point at the woman and put a red laser dot on her chest. The dot followed her while she moved. Projected on the flat wall of the house, she was walking by, was a video of the woman standing naked in the shower. The woman stroked her cunt with her fingers, before pushing them between her pussy lips and into the hole they bordered. The color and clarity made it possible to make out every wet hair on her twat.

The soldier walked the woman back the way they came just to turn her around and once again go down the street. This time though he had taken the headscarf and veil from the woman exposing her long black hair and round face. She wasn’t ugly by any means. She just lacked any real striking features that would draw your eye to her. This is why I didn’t notice her face when the video was on the wall. Who wants to look at an average face if a pussy is also available to watch?

This time the projector put a ‘10 %’ followed by the flash of ‘Required 85%’ on the wall before starting the same video I had seen earlier. The techs were congratulating each other on the fix and had the soldier walk the woman back, again. They did this over and over removing another article of clothing each time until she was left in only her bra and panties. They were granny panties so the number was still only probably close to the eighty-five percent. Having completed their test I saw a soldier walking her back to the chain-link and razor wire fence surrounding camp. They’d another woman perform the test while the first one was escorted back.

I watched this for a while until Megan came up behind me. This time reached around grabbing my cock, instead of stroking my ass. “Whatcha watchin’?” her southern roots plainly evident when she spoke.

“They’re testing the system the CO told us about. The soldiers are walking different women in various stages of undress past the cameras. They’re doing it in different parts of the street and seeing if the camera first detects them. Then it detects if they are overdressed.” I explained, not moving after my initial jump of surprise. I figured if playing with my dick was what she wanted, then she could have at it.

“So does it work?” she asked still stroking my cock on top of my shorts.

“Way better than you would think a government system would. It hasn’t let anyone past undetected.” I noted. “But they haven’t tried multiple people at once. I guess that’ll come later. You have to learn to crawl before you walk.”

“Or drink a lot,” She joked.

I had to run the words back a few times before I got the joke. Once I did, I snickered, “Funny.”

“That’s me, the next Lucile Ball.” She grinned.

“I guess that makes me ... Ricky?” I asked.

“Nope still just Red Dick.” She tugged on my dick a little harder; adding her opinion. “Ricky was just a dick.”

“Good to know.” Her tugging was re-stiffening my pole affecting my witty comebacks.

“Oh and I owe you a thank you,” Megan’s tone was as happy as ever. “Want a blowjob now or a screw later?”

“What are you thanking me for? It should be me thanking you for earlier.” I couldn’t believe I was looking a gift horse in the mouth.

“For not sticking around afterward. It was nice of you not being a dick about getting Melanie off but not getting any yourself.” She explained. “That is the reason for the offer, we owe you.”

“The keyword there was we.” I pointed out. “ Don’t worry about it. After the meeting with the CO, I think I’m going to be getting more than any man or woman ever should.”

“I know it’s a we, but Melanie isn’t there yet. I was actually surprised she let you lick her pussy, after being so adamant last time. I wasn’t so surprised about her letting you kiss her tits.” Megan commented not stopping her stroking of my dick.

“For being someone that on the bus to camp not long ago, who thought Melanie was nothing but a bitchy beauty queen. You sure have taken to her.” I observed.

“Yeah, well she is really beautiful, and she licks a mean pussy. Plus, it turns out she is funny and fun to be around. If you haven’t noticed,” Megan extolled.

“Well, I don’t have a pussy. And since the event we can’t discuss, she’s more reserved around me than she is around you.” I lamented.

“Yeah, well by the time I’m done with her, she’ll be all over you like white on rice.” Megan’s confidence in the final outcome was a mystery.

Her desire for the outcome was also a mystery, so I asked her. “Why is it important to you, she and I get along? And not just get along but engage sexually with each other?”

“Isn’t that kind of personal?” There wasn’t a hint of sarcasm in her voice when she asked.

“Considering you are currently playing with my dick. I don’t think so,” I said. “So why is it so important? And don’t give me your earlier explanation. It’s only half the real reason.”

“Well, it’s not just one thing.” She began. “First of all, I’m very pretty...”

“And modest,” I cut in.

Squeezing my cock hard Megan said, “Do you want to know or not?”

I groaned, “Yes finish. I’ll shut up.”

She continued, “I know I’m very pretty. All the guys at school were always trying to get into my pants. And the girls were bitches usually for no other reason than I was prettier than they were. So it is nice having a friend that is better looking. One who doesn’t feel the need to be bitchy just because she’s insecure about her looks in comparison to mine. Then there is that test, they had us take at the camp. It turns out I like having sex with women, also. And like I said she licks a mean pussy.”

“Ok, that explains why you and Melanie are so close. But, why does she need to be willing to have sex with me?” I asked enjoying her renewed caress of my dick through my shorts.

“I told you on the airplane.” She said looking at me like I didn’t listen. “I want all of us engaged when we’re having sex. It’d be weird if you or Melanie were sitting there waiting for me. When the other person is right there for the pleasuring. Also, I like being in her arms after a good pussy licking. Almost as much, as I like being in yours after a good fucking. So having four arms around me would be twice as nice as just the two. And I think she’d love it as much as I do if she gave it a try.”

“Ok, but we’re walking recording devices.” I pointed out. “Which means, I can’t do anything she doesn’t like, ever. If I want to stay alive.”

“Yeah leave it to me. I’ll get her there. In the meantime, I think a blow job should do it.” She smiled, flashing her pearly whites at me.

Despite being exposed to anyone that might have happened by, she dropped to her knees before me. My small shorts and Melanie’s panties were resting on the tops of my shoes in a matter of seconds. Megan’s soft hands ran back up over my calves on their way to my balls. The caresses up the back of my legs were divine. She didn’t stop at the end of my thighs. Her touch continued up around my ass.

Using the hold she had on my ass, Megan pulled my groin toward her pretty face. Her pouty lips attached to the underside of my rock-hard cock. She kissed and nibbled downward to my balls. The loose skin of my testicles slipped between her lips effortlessly. The tip of her tongue added to the majestic feeling on my sack.

That feeling on my balls lasted a while. It moved to the base of my cock traveling upward from there. Her short red hair fell across her face and tickled the sides of my dick while her lips clung to the taut skin. Her lower lip dragged along my rod adhering to my skin catching up to her upper lip as it skimmed lightly up the veined meat stick. The parched tip of her tongue didn’t add any lubrication for her pulled-on flesh but added mightily to my enjoyment.

Releasing my ass, both her hands wrapped my dick below her lips holding me steady. The crown of my cock stayed stationary while her lip curved over it, bringing a shiver of delight to me. Stretching her lips over the mushroomed head, Megan’s teeth lightly raked my cock head’s flared rim unable to open her mouth any wider. Stretching her jaws to their maximum, she groaned at my cock’s entry. The saliva missing from her tongue seconds earlier came flooding into her cavity. The slurps filled the area around us.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Melanie turn and go, back the direction she came, after seeing Megan slobbering on my pole. I could’ve sworn she had a look of jealousy and hurt pass across her face. Emotions that were brought up at the sight of her new BFF giving a blowjob to me. I don’t know if she would’ve looked as aggrieved if it’d been a random stranger. I was glad Megan hadn’t seen the look on her friend’s face. Missing it allowed the two of us to completely enjoy the moment.

No one else passed our way, as she bobbed her head on my cock. Megan had tried swallowing all of me before, giving it up as a lost cause. Again, she gave up, but this time not before she’d choked down two-thirds of my tumescent prick. The lack of air and vigorous gagging for the fifth time had her off my dick. Into the microphone substitute, she said, “Fuck no one is getting all of this thing in without serious harm.”

Stroking Megan’s auburn hair, guiding her back to my cock I said, “I know. But your try was heavenly.” She got my hint licking my dick like a popsicle, slurping it after coating it with saliva. The bobbing and her tongue’s talented soiree up and down my stiffened manhood had me ready to cum. I informed Megan. “Oh hell girl, you’ve got me ready to cum already.”

Her hands quickly left my balls. Leaving them hanging after groping and fondling them. They went to her short military-issued shorts. In a second she had them and her underwear on the floor wrapped around her knees. I held her in place as she tried standing, “Not this time. This time you swallow.”

I had expected a bit of pushback on my statement but got none. She left her shorts where they were and returned only one hand to me. The other stayed on her clit. She rubbed it for all it was worth, not missing a beat sucking me. The movements of my testicles in her hand were her first warning of what was coming. She skewered herself on me one more time gagging all the while. The gagging around my glans felt fabulous, sending the rush of sperm into her throat. Globs were jettisoned down her throat, while others coated and filled the little space left in her oral cavity. She bit on my rod controlling the flow out of my piss slit bottling it up in my dick. She was keeping the quantity delivered swallow-able without spills down her chin.

As the last of my seed flowed into her mouth, she licked the thick coating on my dick off. The combined cum and spit were delivered to her stomach as my still hard rod popped out of her mouth.

Standing up, her shorts and panties being held up by spreading her feet far apart, she pulled my head to hers and kissed me. “Thanks, we appreciated your kindness.”

Looking down at her, the chemicals in my brain made her appear all the more beautiful. I saw her pussy was red and bloated from her masturbating. The view caused me to second-guess my cumming in her mouth. Kissing her back and pulling her tight to me, I said, “And I yours.” We stood in our embrace probably longer than we should have. Considering, her ass and mine hanging out for the world to see.

Finally, breaking the embrace I light heartily said, “You know the uniform shorts they gave us? While small, they do still go around our waists. I guess we should put them there, and make the Army happy.”

“Shit your right, and I was just getting used to having my ass on display for the natives to look at,” she joked. Before she bent down and pulled up her shorts. Straightening her tiny shorts the best she could. Megan covered at least her reddened bloated pussy lips. She then added, “You planning on walking around here with that big thing hanging out.”

“No,” I acted offended. Then, joked with her, “I figured you took them off me. So you’re the one responsible for putting them back. You know, you broke it you fix it.”

“Fine, but it’s not like you didn’t enjoy it. Even though you could have enjoyed it more, shooting in my pussy. And remember, when I cram your dick back in these small shorts of yours. If it gets caught in the zipper, you told me to.” Megan commented bending down pulling up my shorts and thong. “You know I didn’t have to put grandpa’s penis in a thong. And I’m not sure it’ll stay in them once I put it in.”

I was unable to pass up her wording, “I know someplace you can put it in and it’ll definitely stay.”

“Damn you’re an ass, tempting me like that. Especially after denying me it earlier.” Megan finished putting as much of my dick and balls in the small underwear as she could. Buttoning the khaki shorts, like a mother tying a tie for a youngster, she continued. “I’d make you do it now, except I was thinking Melanie was going to come this way.”

Not sure I should say anything about Melanie showing up as Megan swallowed my cock, I instead asked, “What is it about cumming in you? Do you not like the taste of sperm?”

“No, I love the taste.” She answered. “But I like it deep in me even more.”

“Why?” I wondered aloud.

“I would tell you now, but I have to find Melanie. I want to know what the CO told her about her job. To see if it is like mine.” Megan said stepping further from me. “Are you going to meet us at the mess?”

“Of course, if there is any spot near you not taken,” I stated the obvious. It was also so she’d remember to not let the table where she sat fill up. If she got there first.

“Ok, I’ll explain it to you then,” she said even further away.

I wasn’t sure I should say it. But getting ambushed by Melanie, if she was pissed about Megan sucking my cock wouldn’t help me get laid later. So I said loudly, “She was here earlier.”

“When? “ Megan asked coming about, moving closer. “I didn’t see her.”

“A little while ago,” I answered much quieter. “You were busy, so I didn’t tell you. I’ll say she didn’t look happy with either of us.”

“Damn it, when is she going to get over whatever you did?” She huffed. “I guess, I’ll catch her at dinner. But in the meantime being seen with you is killing my reputation. So I’ll see you later.”

“Like you have a reputation, I could hurt.” I poked.

“I’m hurt.” She poked back, turning and waving over her shoulder.

I re-started my walk around our compound. The side of the fenced area facing the kids was lined with parents calling out toward the other fenced area teaming with their children. Going past the original tent city, I saw more soldiers getting the stragglers. The parents rapidly talked in their native tongue, clinging to kids while, the soldiers said over and over, “In English.” Many parents then attempted in heavily accented, broken English to convince the soldiers, their child was less than four or older than fourteen. Most of the time to no avail.

Walking past the children’s area for the second time, it still had one side lined with kids calling back to the parents. It didn’t seem to have nearly as many children as there were parents, like before ... The other boys and girls were running around playing. They were playing tag, soccer, and other little kids’ games. All the while, they ran in and out of new convert shipping containers. The containers looked like they were to be their dorms. All things considered, most of the kids looked happy and all would be staying in a better place.

As I walked around, each guard I passed stared at me. I imagine it was because of my uniform. I must have looked like a cabana boy at a swingers retreat to them. They all had on full fatigues. They were all pleasant when I passed by. Not one asked about my uniform or what we were doing there. The female guards looked longer than the males and talked more. But, not one asked the first personal question or offered any personal information. I could’ve been walking around “The Trumann Show” with how polite and fake everyone was acting.

A new group of women and men were walking around in their new tiny uniforms. None of them held a candle to Megan or Melanie, but a few were of the caliber of Marie. All of them were pulling at the small shorts and smaller tops. My girls, as I liked to think of them, had perfect for their size tits and the small tops accentuated them. A couple of the new female soldiers had right-sized tits. The rest either had huge tits that normally would require small cranes and structural steel underwire bras. Or, they could pass as a ten-year-old boy.

It was kind of funny watching them trying to find the perfect way to stand. As they tried hiding the extra weight they carried. The ones with plus-sized butts and thighs, quickly put their backs to the walls when a cute male walked by. Whereas, the ones with extra flesh around their middles crossed their arms over the errant bulges and rolls. Their cover-up dance intensified as I walked by in my equally small uniform. One of the women quietly said to the gaggle of women standing with her, “That is grade A prime. I’d love to eat him.” Most of the women agreed with the sentiment. I was officially a piece of meat to be ogled. I’d enjoy passing the incident along to the girls at dinner. I was pretty sure, Megan would get a laugh, and Melanie would be pissed other women would be interested in me.