Chapter 13: Family Reunion Games and Chickie

In the mess hall, I saw Melanie and Megan sitting together. I joined them pulling on the front of my shorts hoping against hope that Melanie’s cum and lubricant dampened panties could be made comfortable. “I’m thinking that we should call the panty bet off.”

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Megan continued, “But you can quit anytime. I’ll think up something for you to do.”

“I already know what I want him to do.” Melanie said, “jumping off one of the minarets.”

“Well, then I’ll be wearing these damn panties for a couple of more days,” I said sitting across from Megan. “Maybe by the end of the bet I’ll prefer them.” Changing the subject I said, “So how are your days going. Anything interesting?”

“Nope” was heard all around

Needing to get back to their rooms before their students did, the women led the way back to our rooms. Megan gave me a quick kiss as she entered her classroom, “You better be ready when I get rid of these brats later today. The curriculum I’m teaching them is making me horny.”

“I’ll be ready,” I informed her, continuing on down the hall to my assigned room.

My empty room wasn’t empty, Colonel Grumbles was waiting for me. “Private Johnson,” he said from behind the table. “We need to discuss your last engagement.”

“Why sir,” I questioned out loud, jumping to attention.

“Because private you didn’t do your duty.” He said like I would know what he was talking about.

“How sir?” I asked wondering if he watched the whole time Irum was in the room.

“You, Red Dick, were supposed to use that thing between your legs as an instrument of change.” The Colonel said. “Change that will come from showing the people that come into this room, they have been sexually repressed for generations. And, that a sexually depraved person is dying for release. A person they’ve hidden for years. But we’ll show them and those around them every chance we can.”

“But sir, I thought that is what I did. I had her ask me to fuck her.” I said figuring he had seen that interaction.

“That is only half done. You needed her doing more things that would make her future neighbors blush, from the knowledge they enjoy doing the same things. You could’ve eaten her and made her cry for more.” He said evidently knowing I hadn’t licked her. “The least you could’ve done is cum on her tits and recorded her enjoying rubbing it into her nipples. I will commend you on having her lick the shit from your dick, before fucking her. More of that is what we are looking for. And, don’t be afraid to use the items in the closet.”

“Yes sir, but I was making sure I could impregnate her. So, I wasn’t sure if I should orgasm anywhere but her pussy.” I stated honestly. “Plus I don’t like giving cunnilingus to hairy pussies.”

“Private I don’t care if you don’t like hairy cunts.” He chided. “If you don’t like them hairy have her shave it for you. It is one of those things that is against their local morals. Which makes it perfect. And the morning supplement will have you make more than enough sperm every hour to impregnate the whole town. So feel free to cum in or on them anywhere and often.”

“Yes sir,” I acknowledged, thinking I understood what he wanted. My mindset would need some major adjustment. Where I had thought impregnating the women was the main goal. It was only an afterthought of sorts. Recording the women reveling in their most whorish activities, then showing it to them later as re-enforcement. That was what I was truly there for.

“Good, cause I would hate transferring you to the front.” The Colonel’s threat was losing its ability to motivate me.

“Understood Colonel,” I said, planning on doing some of what he suggested.

“I’ll be watching, don’t disappoint me.” He warned walking out of the room letting me relax.

With the Colonel gone, a quick trip to my bunk and back was made before the next woman entered. She came in less timid than Irum. But she, too, was dressed in the traditional black clothing. I had almost finished my spiel about how the town would be different. How there were rules on dress and other restrictions before the headscarf came off.

She too had black hair and eyes that matched. Her olive skin was just as smooth as Irum’s though she was a good bit older, and previously married. I had learned Irum’s name, I believe because she was the first one I had encountered. I decided it was probably a bad idea. Sooner or later one of the women wouldn’t be as willing as Irum. I wasn’t sure if the drugs they fed the women would all have the same effect on inhibitions. If all of the women would easily become slutty. If not I would have to find a way to fuck them as well as get them to debase themselves. And the woman in the room with me might be that woman.

I reverted to something my father did when I was in high school and first started dating. He called any girl I brought home or went out with “Chickie”. He didn’t think he needed to spend the effort to learn their names. He’d figured all that was going to happen was I would fuck them. Shortly after they’d be so traumatized by my dick they’d not date me anymore. Or be such a cock whore after getting fucked by me that I would dump them for being so slutty. Though that would take longer. In the end, they all just blended together. I figured I would do the same.

I sat Chickie on the desk, as I further explained the laws of the town. How her former in-laws would no longer control her, or have the right to punish what they considered bad behavior. She listened intently. Her face became bright red when in desperation, I dropped my pants. At the time I was joking I would have difficulty being anything but nude even in cold temperatures. Since my cock would require the whole allotment of clothing.

The “My god it is so big,” was the beginning of the end of Chickie’s clothing and morals. “I haven’t seen a dick since my husband left to join the fight. It was much smaller than yours. I can’t believe that is real can I touch it.” I knew I had her then. I would remind her later that only English was allowed. But while I had her on the hook, there was no reason for yanking on it at that moment. Her reminder would come later.

Chickie was probably in her late twenties, and likely had a child in Melanie’s class, but was acting like one of the girls at home when they were in high school. After much back and forth, she removed her black clothing. She looked ashamed standing before me in her undergarments as she approached me. She was sexy in an innocent yet knowing way. She’d been married so I was sure she wasn’t a virgin. And yet, even being in what would’ve been a conservative bikini back home. She alternated between reaching out for my dick and covering up her already covered hairy pussy.

Her hand shook as it finally reached my flaccid manhood. The initial touch lightly brushed over my loose skin. The touch in the middle of my rod moved slowly down in starts and stops. With no objections from me, she traced the edge of my cock that had begun growing. The more it grew, the more intention she paid to it. My hand going up her thigh went mostly unnoticed until I could feel the heat radiating from her tan panty-covered cunt. Chickie jumped back saying “Don’t do that” not removing her hand from my crotch.

I looked at her hand on my ever-increasing in size cock. The unspoken message was understood even across the language divide. If she wanted to continue playing with my cock my hand would stay on her thigh. Moving forward where she’d been moments earlier, my hand once again was on her lightly-haired skin. The small hairs on her thigh became more downy and sparse the closer I got to the source of heat between them. A light squeeze of her flesh elicited a slight groan.

Chickie’s fingers had obviously been on a cock before. She lightly traced my glans and parted the slit at the tip of my bulbous head. She stroked her fingertip across it and circled it. Her touch traveled further down with each passing rotation. She flipped at the ridge of my head and ran her touch along its deep “V.” Back on the piss hole, the direction reversed to the underside of my cock. The light graze of her fingertip traveled directly toward my root only to be diverted by every vein and bulge along the way.

“Wow, I’ve never touched one that became this big,” She exclaimed pausing the exploration of my rod. My exploration didn’t stop. It progressed with my fingers crossing into her undergarment. The outside of her labia was covered in coarse curly hair. The plump skin gave slightly as I stroked up it to its apex. There I let my finger cross over into the furrow and onto her nub. It was already hard. She grabbed what she could of my cock tightly. She’d given up the exploration for masturbating. Her hand was barely halfway around my cock as it slid up and down. Getting a handjob I decided to return the favor. I did circles on her clit flicking it occasionally. We groaned in unison.

I pressed my lips to hers, expecting resistance and an objection when I started removing her panties. Her lips didn’t respond immediately to mine. After a few seconds of sliding my tongue enticingly over her lips, she let my tongue pass between them. Initially, she was unenthusiastic doing nothing but letting my tongue explore her oral cavity. Her tongue lay dead at the floor of her mouth and her lips were unmoving. It was far from an auspicious welcoming. Time and determination as well as continuing the movement of my lips and tongue gradually broke down her resistance.

Her lips began moving with mine. A short time later her tongue did the first flick of mine. The tiny flick gave way to a stroke which gave way to rolling over and around mine. Lips that had been forced to accept my tongue were willingly opened. Her hand went to the back of my head mashing our lips together even more as she panted into my mouth.

I, too, held tightly her black hair smashing our lips together. She had started sucking on my tongue, specifying the time of least resistance. I quickly ran her undergarment down her legs. She was a second late closing her legs firmly together. I already had the garment to her feet.

Letting go of my cock, her hand covered her hairy pussy. The one on my head left and diligently pushed on my shoulder to no avail. Having easier access to her pussy despite her hand and held together thighs, I once again encircled her clit with my finger. Again time and determination had her clamped legs re-parted. She moaned as she opened herself up fully to my touch. Failing at protecting her pussy from my hand and the desire it caused in her. Chickie’s hand went back to my cock. She stroked me while I parted her pussy lips stroking its length. Her cunt juices coated my finger and much of her hair hanging down between her olive thighs.

Her feelings of joy were expressed through her moans. Again, taking advantage of the aroused condition and apparent lack of situational awareness, I quickly pushed her onto the convertible desk keeping her legs wide apart. In an instant, my lips had gone from one set of lips to the hairy ones between her thighs. At my tongue’s parting her labia and swiping over her clitoris Chickie groaned out, “Augh, my husband never did this to me. He said it was forbidden. The tongue that speaks Muhammad’s name shouldn’t be defiled. But that feels so good.”

Her hands pressed my head into her musky crotch, rotating her hips as my tongue probed within her slit. Flicking, circling, and stroking her hard nub sped up her movements. My tongue’s insertion deep into her already twitching hole, made her howl, “Oh yes.”

I knew there was no turning back for her. She’d do everything that I asked. I pulled back, feeling a hair stuck to my tongue saying, “You need to shave your hairy pussy.” Pulling the razor and shaving cream I had gotten earlier from the desk. I handed the razor to her. Spraying the white foam directly onto her bush. I rubbed it all over her vulva, giving extra attention to her clit.

As I smeared the cream over her black full bush, she said, “This too is forbidden ... For you to help me. And all of us have let our private hair grow too long.”

Handling the razor, I remarked, “I guess you don’t want me to do this ever again.” I parted her white cream-covered labia before licking her furrow from end to end. I made sure, I flicked her clit as I left the cleft.

“No ... please do that again.” She whined.

“Not with that bush of yours,” I informed her. Teasingly, I twirled her sensitive button with the tip of my tongue, making her gasp.

“Please...” she whined a second time. “Do what you have to.” Her face turned redder as she looked away, but spread her legs further for me. I kept her on an erotic high while removing all the hair from her pelvis, by licking her clit or burying my tongue up her, between strokes of the razor. With each swipe of my tongue along the inside of her slit, my taste buds were overwhelmed with the tart and tangy flavor of her lubrication. The taste had the hint of bitter soap from errant shaving cream. With the last of the black curls removed, I used a bottle of cold water rinsing away all the remaining cream.

She jumped shouting “Oh fuck so cold,” while her skin became covered in goosebumps.

“I guess we will have to heat you back up then,” I stated before going back to eating her. For the first time, the smooth labia slid through my lips as easily as a fresh oyster and tasted as good.

Preoccupied with the pleasure I was giving her through her pussy, allowed me to unclasp her bra and release her full breast. The large breast hadn’t the firmness of a smaller breasted woman but her large areolas formed large cones on their ends. The marshmallow-soft cone between my thumb and finger stiffened when I rolled it and pulled on it. The pliable breast gave under the pressure of my massage molding to my fingers and palm when I let her nipple go. Her gasping, at my tongue flicking her clit and fingers titillating her nipple, became more rapid and shallow.

In my ears, I heard the computer translating the woman one more time, “Oh god, I am going to climax. Ah, fuck it has never been so intense ... Augh ... Fuck me with your tongue.” Her hips were hopping all over the place, thrusting up and down or side to side any way she could get more contact with my tongue.

I continued with my tongue piercing her vagina. When I wasn’t raking her clit with my teeth. She bounced and humped furiously when I did. The longer I inserted and withdrew my tongue from her hole. Drinking up the copious tangy fluid gushing from her, the longer every muscle in her tensed. She arched her back and let out a primal howl as her pussy like her legs clamped down on me.

Finally stopping my assault on her pussy her body fell limp like a rag doll. Looking up, past her newly shaved cunt I asked, “You liked that didn’t you?”

“Oh, yes.” She huffed breathlessly. “Again ... do it again.” She begged, like a little kid getting off an amusement park ride.

“Ok,” I answered. Pulling out the built-in stirrups “But you’ll have to strap your feet in these first.”

Her unsure look was mixed with one of contented lust. It was the contentment that made me think she wouldn’t go for my offer. I’d need a different strategy to have her fuck me willingly. I gave her one more push toward the current proposition. My finger ran through her drenched slit, making her shutter. She jumped when I hit her clit. The goosebumps were still on her breast when I sucked a nipple between my lips. Clamping my teeth on the hard cone I raised up her whole tit. She moaned as she had with my mouth attached to her pussy.