Chapter 14: A New Chickie

I left Chickie behind in the room. I wanted to get out for some fresh air. I was pretty sure the next exit interview would wait a few minutes for my return. I was up on the wall of the compound before the last of the off-key piano notes indicated the end of midday rock prayer. Across the open area in the locals’ camp soldiers were installing a new box against the fence. I thought it an odd addition. It was something that might help the people in the camp get out. Plus the whole thing kind of reminded me of a porta-let. But those usually had solid walls whereas the box installed had a window about eight inches up from the base.

Having had enough fresh air, I headed back into my assigned duties. I said, “Hi, how’s it going?” to Terry as we met in the hallway. He was evidently also going out for some fresh air.

“Fine.” He said adding, “Just out for a little air.” It was like there was an unwritten rule. We wouldn’t discuss our assigned duties when outside of the “Exit Interview” rooms.

“Yeah, I needed some of that also.” I commiserated. “Sometimes, you just need a little break.”

“Yep.” He said with a funny look on his face. “Though, I’m sure you don’t need them as often. After all, your next interviewee is pretty and at least a quarter-century younger than my last interviewee.”

“Well, if you get finished early with your next interviewee, feel free to come and help me interview mine,” I said. Remembering the manual said threesomes were acceptable.

“Seriously?” he asked.

“Sure, I read somewhere multiple people can conduct the interview. Though, I’ll have to verify about the final evaluation. If it can be a joint effort or if only verbal and exit questions can be asked.” The euphemisms weren’t necessary but seemed appropriate seeing, we were in the hallway.

“Ok, thanks, I appreciate it. I’ll definitely be taking you up on your offer.” Terry said continuing, his trek outside.

“So, I’ll see you later. Oh, don’t bother knocking. I may be in the middle of something. So just come in, I’ll make sure you know what you should do.” I said to his back. I continued to my assigned interview room. Terry was correct in stating the woman in the room was young. It was another Chickie. Though, this one with the way her face looked was barely over the fourteen-year-old age limit and very beautiful. She hadn’t kept her headscarf on or any of her other clothes. Chickie had even removed her undergarments, meeting me at the door nude.

I could tell she was trying to act how she thought an adult would. But she wasn’t carrying it off. Plus, I got the sense she wanted to run across the room, mortified. But doing so would be the same as admitting she wasn’t a grown-up. Even the resolve of not showing any embarrassment at being naked in front of me went out the window. The minute I closed the door. She went from faking confidence to meek in the blink of an eye. I was kind of glad. An immodest and amoral girl meant my job might be harder than it would be with the reluctant innocent ones.

For her age or any age, she had a gorgeous figure. Her hips were just beginning to flair, giving her a woman’s figure. Her breasts were small yet had a bit of a teardrop shape, and her nipples were hard surrounded by dark areolae. Her thin thighs left a gap between them that I could’ve put a hand through and never touched her skin. The puffed-up labia were like the other Chickie’s, covered in black curly hair.

With the loss of confidence came a trembling all over. I found the shudder sexy as I admired her nubile body. I pointed her to the chair while I sat on the table. I asked, “Why are you out of your clothes?”

“I don’t like the dumb ugly thing. My parents want me to wear it. But, I would rather be like those little kids today running about naked. Plus, I saw one of the women from the camp walking down the hall without any clothes. I figured I was going to get some kind of physical exam. So, I got an early start.” She said trying the unabashed approach, running her hands along her hips, before sitting down. She sat with her knees far apart, intentionally giving me an unblocked view of her slit.

“So you’ve been naked in front of people before?” I asked, taking in all of her svelte body, surprised at how good her English was.

“Oh God, no. My dad would stone me if he knew, I was here naked with you.” She stated emphatically, with a hint of unease. “You or any other boy.”

“What about with other girls?” I asked, noticing her qualifying the answer.

“Sure, my friends have seen me.” She replied a bit too emphatically.

“And you have seen them?” I inquired.

A bit more hesitant, her answer sounded like a question, “Yes?”

“Weren’t you more comfortable being naked in front of them when they were naked too?” I asked going to her.

“Yes,” she answered, not understanding where I was leading her.

“Then shouldn’t you take off my clothes?” I asked nicely. “Wouldn’t that make you feel better?”

“I guess so,” she sounded frightened at the suggestion. Chickie started reaching out for my shorts, but she pulled her hand back like she was bitten by a snake.

“Here let me get you started,” I pulled my shirt off over my head.

“Wow,” she exclaimed, her hand re-extended out touching my stomach. A finger tracing around my belly button. Finished with my naval she stroked my stomach and chest saying, “I’ve never touched a boy’s chest before.” She must’ve realized she sounded inexperienced. And, that obviously wasn’t the persona she was going for. Compensating, her hands made a beeline for the button holding up my shorts. Her fingers undid the button with some difficulty due to her hands shaking. The zipper went much smoother, the teeth parted with a typical ‘zzzzz.’

My shorts were at my ankles when she started staring at the panties around my waist, “Those are girl’s underwear.”

“Yes, they make me feel sexy,” I replied like my bet required of me. “But, I’d feel even sexier and you less self-conscious if they were off.” She paused for a minute turning red, before nodding, sliding the waistband over my cock and down my legs. She looked at only the panties as they went down.

Her eyes grew bigger looking at my hardening dick, forgetting all about the panties. Chickie seemed hypnotized watching it grow. She sat spellbound but had the where with all to say. “It is so big and getting bigger. How big does it get?” Her hand vacillated wanting to touch my meat stick and fearing the touch all at the same time. She never quite got to my cock the trepidation winning out.

“It’s ok. You can touch it.” I reassured her, “I sure when you were naked with your girlfriends you touch each other, right?” I ask fairly sure I knew her answer. “Before you answer, know that in this room as in the new town, lying will get you flogged. And not any type of flogging, but one centered on your vagina.”

She paused a bit like she was deciding if it was worth risking getting her cunt lashed over a simple answer. “Ye ... yes, once.”

“Just once?” I didn’t believe her answer.

Firmer in her answer she replied, “Yes, just the once ... last year before your army took over our town. We almost got caught. Had we been caught we would have been severely punished. Not like your punishment for lying, but as whores.”

“Well, I’ve good news for you. In the new town, there will be no punishment for girls touching girls, or for girls licking and kissing girls. Boys either.” I said to her look of surprise.

“What do you mean licking girls?” She asked sounding truly unaware.

“You mean you and your girlfriend didn’t lick each other or kiss each other down there?” I pointed at her hairy snatch as she sat on the chair.

She shifted in the chair at my mentioning cunnilingus. “Oh no, that is definitely forbidden. We only touched each other there.”

“Just touched? You sure you didn’t rub a little. Put your finger between her slit and massage the button at the top.” I asked. She squirmed a bit in the seat and a slight glistening formed on the hairs along her slit. I continued my questions. “And now that you know it’s ok to lick. I bet you wouldn’t mind me doing that for you?”

“Would you?” she was doing her best at containing her initial excitement. In a flash, she became concerned at my suggestion. and how fast she’d agreed. And though, not asked for she felt the need to explain her answer. “It felt so much better when Aala rubbed my button than when I do it. And I so much wanted to feel her lips on it, but she said it was too nasty. You don’t think it is nasty?”

“She said that because of all the hair around your clit.” I lied. “It makes a girl’s pussy nasty. Now, if I shave it clean of all that hair it won’t be and we can try it.”

“Ok but how. We are in here and have no correct equipment.” The disappointment was evident.

I couldn’t help but think despite her vibrato by being naked when I walked in, Chickie was quite naïve and likely gullible without the drugs. With them, she was showing signs of being an overly simple girl. Pulling the razor from my desk I joked, “Boy Scout motto, Be prepared. And I have a way of making it easy and painless.” I motioned to the table.

With her on the table, I stood before her holding up the small double-bladed device. At the same time, I put a hand on her vulva, running my fingers through the curls. Chickie jumped pushing my hand from her mound. “You can’t touch me there. It is evil and will make me a whore.”

“Oh no, you won’t be a whore. We’ll be making you into a slut, which is much better.” I said.

“No, they are both evil. My Imam will have me stoned if I am a slut.” She replied shaking her head passionately.

“That was the old town where the Imam ruled. The remade town will have our rules. And you’ve seen the famous celebrities we have. Slut and whores are the most popular and famous. You do want to be like them right? So, if they act as they do in front of the camera. Can you imagine how much fun they have when the camera is off? Think of all the things you call immoral that they just call fun. Can you do those things to be like them?” I asked.

She pondered the question for a minute before begrudgingly nodding. “Yes.”

“Well, all of the sluts have no hair down between their legs. Thus, we’re starting your slut training by shaving you. And part of making shaving painless will require me to touch down there. On your pussy. You do know it’s called a pussy, cunt, or twat?” She nodded, but it was clearly a lie. “Plus you’ll need to touch my cock some more. You do know adults call a penis a cock, dick, or prick?” Again she lied with her nod. “You do want to touch my cock, don’t you? I mean you haven’t seen or touched one, before.”

She nodded slowly, her black hair barely moving as she was again quivering with excitement and apprehension. The nervousness was more prevalent and evident by the touch of her jittery hand. Her fingers poked lightly on the thick meat of my cock. Her touch was only for a moment before it was pulled back. “It’s so hot, and a squishy hard.” She commented poking it again after I made it jump.

Sliding my fingers back through her course curly hair toward her slit, I told her, “Go ahead you can hold it.” My fingers had reached her hood by the time, she used both her hands to wrap around my continually hardening dick. Startled at my touch she jerked on my dick. I could feel the skin of my still growing cock slide along it as she didn’t let go. And Chickie gave no objection at my fingers going further down her slit.

Only a slight objection was given when I found her vagina’s entrance. “Oh ... that is incredible. Much better than Aala’s finger. But not there ... You can’t touch there.”

Not pushing her just yet, I moved my finger back up her wet furrow. “Ok, how about here?” I asked rubbing circles on her little bump.

She hurled her pelvis forward at my touch, “Mmm ... yes there. Rub there.” The sudden thrust dislodged my finger for only a second.

Finding her clit again I pressed hard making circles and vibrating it. “You can touch more of it,” I nodded to my cock. “It won’t bite, and your fingers feel wonderful.” Slipping a thumb under her hood I roll the slightly raised lump like a nipple, pulling and squeezing it. She moaned. Her breathing became heavy and labored, the longer I rolled the bundle of nerves.

Her hands seemed incapable of moving during my manipulation of her clit. It prompted me to move the point of contact down her plumped lips. “No ... It made a good tingle all over. Better than when I do it.” The flow from her pussy had the markings of an orgasm just missed. I slit my hand back to her flowing hole capturing her lubricant as it flowed freely. A small puddle having formed, I smeared the contents onto her cunt hairs matting them even more than they already were. “Oh please rub my beanie again. I like the tinglies I get.” She said lightly running her fingers along my shaft.

“If you want to be a proper slut it is not beanie. It’s clit.” I informed her. The light stroking she’d been doing while nice, would take hours getting me off. Thus I offered, “Why don’t you copy me. When I am rubbing along your twat you could be rubbing along my cock. And when I’m massaging your clit. You c massage my head.” She looked at me a bit funny at the head comment. “The big purple mushroomed end of my cock is called its head,” I said not believing how innocent and uninformed this girl was. Especially, considering she met me at the door in her birthday suit.

“Ok, I like the feeling of your cock. And I love the feeling of your fingers on my bea ... clit.” She said. “Are you going to rub me there?”

“Sure, now what did I say,” I said touching the edge of her clit; running my fingertip on the outer edge of the little bump.

My prompting had Chickie’s finger come up to my cock head where she investigated the cup and ridge of it. Her touch ran up the stretched skin of my glans and over my cock’s slit. The hesitancy of her exploration of my dick quickly came to an end. The stroking of the velveteen skin hidden inside her labia is what ended it. I didn’t only spread her plumped-up lips with my fingers but rubbed her lube over their edge gradually coating every hair. Her chest heaved with each pass up her slit and over her clit.

Chickie had only moaned with my masturbating her. But pressing my lips to her tiny puffy cone generated an “Eek” followed by an “Mmm ... that feels good. Suck my titties.” The marshmallow consistency of her nipple easily molded to my lips and tongue and sprung back to pert cones when left. The small teardrop breast almost fit completely in my mouth. She’d let go of my cock, in favor of pressing my face into her jutted-out chest. I suckled her breast and teased her clit to her moans.

I worshiped at her breast while keeping her cunt stimulated. I opted to leave her pussy hole unmolested until I entered it with my cock. I instead concentrated on her sensitive nub and its protective covering. I rolled and buffeted them and circled her hardening nipples. Chickie’s chest added a flushed tone to her smooth olive skin. Her nipples though had a darker redness to them as I bit down and pulled out the teeny yet hard eraser. She moaned louder with my stretching of her nipple. Letting it free, Chickie’s nipple was scraped along by my teeth before snapping back into place. The concussion jiggling her swelled and hardened tit slightly.

Before she could shift, shoving her other nipple between my lips and the rest of her nicely formed breast into my mouth I said. “Don’t you think I should get a little something more?” I figured this approach had worked with Irum, and Chickie was even younger and so far much more naïve. So it might work on her.

“Yes,” she said still stroking my shaft. “You want me to suck on your chest? It is heavenly and makes the tingles go straight to my twat.”

“Well, I don’t have a twat.” I pointed out scrubbing my fingertip across her clit twice as fast as I had been. She gasped, her breathing shallowed at the extra speed and pressure, thrusting her hips at my hand. I had seen this play earlier in the day. So I suddenly stopped buffing her clit.

Chickie’s response was just as dramatic as Irum’s, “No, please ... put your hand back.” She grabbed my hand stuffing it back between her legs on her sopping and matted pussy hair. I circled her clit hoping she would get the hint. “Mmm ... that feels good.” She closed her eyes and got lost in the feeling for a second before adding, “Oh please suck my tittie. It felt even better then.”

I again stopped wiping even more of her pussy juice on her pubic hair. “Yes it would but...” I left the sentence unfinished figuring she’d know where I was headed.

Her eyes flew open, “But you don’t have a cunt. Just your penis and testicles.”

“Remember, cock or dick and nuts or balls. You need to learn to talk like a slut. And like your nipples and cunt, my cock and balls are connected. “ I said. Yet, she wasn’t getting where she needed to be very quick. Nothing about the girl’s reduced intelligence was making her pick things up quickly.

Staring at my fully hard dick, she inquired, “Should I suck your dick? But, that is immoral and nasty.” Despite her objection to sucking on my dick, she put my fingers back on her clit. “And then you can’t kiss my titties.”

“Wrong on all accounts. I told you in the new town, it’d be normal. Didn’t you see the little kids today out on the playground? Well, sucking dicks will be as common as crossing the street. You’ll be doing it with guys you just met. And it isn’t nasty. See how far my cock head is from any hair that would make it dirty.” I explained hoping it’d convince her.

“But you pee out of it,” Chickie continued her objection.

“Yes, and you pee from your cunt.” I said knowing it wasn’t perfectly anatomically correct. Yet, it got the message across. “And what you don’t know is fresh pee is not dirty at all. It is actually cleaner than the water flowing in most all of your rivers. That is why I’ll make your clit feel better than ever with my lips. Once, we’ve all your pussy hair gone.”

Still staring at my dick, “but it is too big to put in my mouth. And you won’t be able to suck my tittie.”

“Here lay back,” I laid her flat on the table. Her head hung off one side her legs off the other. Walking around to where her lips were at the perfect height to accept my cock, I put the tip of it on her lips saying, “You don’t have to take it all now. You’ll learn how.”

She stretch her mouth open as wide as it’d go. There was a quiver in her lips. When I let my purple head pass through. The top of my head was firmly pushing on her tongue. The position bent my cock downward more than it wanted. Leaning over I replaced my lips on her nipple making her moan. Reaching out a little further, I again had my finger parting her bloated pussy lips.

I found the feeling of Chickie’s mouth stretched around my dick deeply salacious. But her tongue fumbled about unknowingly. Her introductory blowjob was clumsy but I was enjoying it. The floundering groping of my dickhead by her tongue was making my balls tingle. Her groaning told me, my nipping and plying of teeth to her nipple were shooting those tingly feelings, she talked about down to her pussy, as well. I rolled her clit with my fingers elevating the sounds of her moans.

Having stayed away from Chickie’s pussy hole, I had her squirming under my touch. The sucking on my cock improved with time. Soon, she was licking its rim and probing the slit with the tip of her tongue. Her slurping and sucking were louder than the moaning she was doing. I felt her body start quivering and the palpitating of her stomach. I moved my hands away from her clit to a groan that reverted through my cock. Removing my lips from her nipple had a garbled, “No,” snake out past my cock.

The negative reaction didn’t stop the blowjob I was getting. It actually got better. Chickie sucked more of my cock into her mouth. Her grousing didn’t stop but neither did the painting my cock with her tongue. The complaints of my stopping the hand job slowly ended. She seemed to be getting off on sucking on my prick. Her energetic sucking had the electric shocks shooting through my brain and down to my balls.

I felt the weakness in my knees start as the cum started to boil up. Had I not already been in the middle of a plan for her using my cum as shaving gel I would have shot my whole load down her throat. I vacillated a bit too long as the cum started up my shaft, filling Chickie’s mouth with the first explosion before I could get out. She gagged on the wad deposited in the back of her throat. Still shooting my load, the second wad flew over her. It made a thick line ending in a glob in her black matted pubic hair.

The third and fourth ropes split her from breast to navel. The last of my cum shot and ran out into her wide cleavage and between her collar bones as I step forward resting my balls on her chin. I assumed her mouth was still filled with my seed. I hadn’t seen her swallow. And, it wasn’t likely due to her unusual position making it difficult

Her heavily exhaled breath, on the other hand, ran out easily over my nuts before tickling my asshole. It flowed up my crack. The feeling was exquisite, plus the added stimulation was a heavenly culmination of my blowjob. I would look for the opportunity for her tongue to do the same. If not being lodged deep within my asshole.

Moving out of the way, despite the pleasant feeling of her breath on my asshole, Chickie began sitting up. She smacked her lips, much like a sommelier at a wine tasting. The clinging cum ropes started rolling down the front of her. “Umm ... I think I like that.” She stated running her tongue’s tip over her upper lip, “It’s a little salty and sweet with a hint of bitter. And it’s really slimy, But...” smacking her lips a bit more, “really good. So why did you pull out, you had more?” she asked, wiping some cum from her cleavage putting it in her mouth.

“Don’t do that too often,” I warned, “You need that.”

“Why?” she asked, sticking a re-coated in cum finger into her mouth.

“If you still want the second-best feeling you’ll ever have. You need that to remove your private hair,” I informed her. “Unless you don’t mind shaving it off with no cream. You do wish to have the sensations you missed out on with Aala, don’t you?” I left her, for a moment giving her time to think about it. Going to the fridge, I had pulled out one of the bottles.

Taking the remaining ropes of spunk, that hadn’t yet streamed down into her pelvis, Chickie rubbed them into her pussy lubed curly hair. She was finishing up smearing the cum and pussy lube when I arrived back at the table. In my hand was a bottle of cinnamon schnapps. “What’s that for?”

“Oh, it’s an aftershave that’ll feel great, after you are done,” I replied.

“No, I think I want you to do it. I haven’t ever shaved down there, only trimmed it with scissors. You will do it for me, won’t you?” She asked pathetically.

“Sure, but you are going to need to do something for me,” I explained.

“Ok,” She said without hesitation this time.

“Well, I don’t want you moving too much.” I press the button extending out the stirrups and arm braces, to a dismayed look from Chickie. “So, you’ll need to secure yourself to these. I’ll help with your last arm.” I gave her time to adjust to the thought. The terror gone from her dilated black eyes, I continued. “And to keep your mind off what I am doing, you will need to lick my balls and asshole, getting them ready.”

“But I can’t that sounds nasty and gross.” Her argument wasn’t unreasonable. But I had already figured her out.

“A grown-up slut would do it without thinking about it. And, love it all the while.” I lied.

“I am a grown-up, that is why I am here.” She protested. “And I can do it better than any other slut you’ve met.” She had her ankles and thighs secured in no time, and one wrist and biceps. “Will you do the other one?” she asked lying back.

I had the last arm firmly restrained, before climbing over her squatting down on her mouth with my balls touching her lips. “Here we go,” I stated, making the first pass up her puffy labia. Her clit was swiped by my pinkie as I passed by. Her mouth opened, soon thereafter taking in one of my balls. She sucked and licked on the orb while I worked removing the objects of my objection. I took my time doing my assigned job. It gave Chickie plenty of time to suck and turn the nut in her mouth over and over. I wasn’t progressing very rapidly afraid of nicking her. Because my mind was on the fantastic teabagging, she was doing with me.

The glorious feeling ended and a new one began. It started when I moved my asshole over her mouth. The first lick of her rough tongue across my puckered hole, almost made me drop the razor and wallow in the salacious sensation. I slowed the shaving even more keeping focus less than half the time on what my hands were doing. Her wet tongue slathered spit from the base of my balls halfway up my ass crack. It circled the smooth skin of my sphincter.

I was just about finished with the razor when I got an unexpected thrill. Chickie’s determination to prove she was an adult overcame her revulsion. She pushed her tongue’s tip through my tight ring inflamed my brain. Apparently not finding it too revolting, she further breached my rectum’s defenses. Her tongue was shoved further up my asshole. She learned quickly or guessed correctly at what would further my pleasure. Curling her tongue, still embedded in me, further fanned the flames in my brain. Shakenly, I completed the second to last stroke of the razor. Chickie’s tongue truly when to work on my thoughts via my asshole. She fucked it in and out slurping up the excess spit, she’d used for lubing me. It felt as if with each insertion she was going deeper into my rectum, stretching my bunghole more each time. Her boldness and determination amazed and thrilled me at the same time.

I finished the last of my job, tossing the razor away. Cracking the bottle of schnapps, I poured it directly onto her freshly scraped vulva. I caught some of the liquid in my hand. Slapping it onto her pussy lips like they were my own cheeks. I scrubbed the last of the unusual shaving cream away. She grunted at the smack and raised her head. Doing so buried her face deeper into my crack as the fluid surely started to burn. Her tongue stretch me one last time before she pulled back moaning what I knew, “Oh God, that burns.”

The burning must have been intense. Her wailing and straining against her restraints came with more squeals about the fire in her cunt. Sure my analingus was done, I came up between her spread thighs. “Now it’s time to cool off that burn,” I stated. That was accomplished by licking the length of her pussy crack, flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue. She tasted of cinnamon and alcohol with a hint of pussy.

Not wanting her to cum too quickly, I ran my tongue tip on the outside of her pussy lips after one down the middle of them. My lips covered all of her freshly shaved vulva, as the cinnamon schnapps made them tingle. I mopped up the burning fluid, enjoying the taste. But not as much as I did when it had the hint of pussy juice. She cooed at the touch of my lips and the swipes of my tongue removing the stinging beverage. Chickie’s little girl-like light squeals picked up where her coos dropped off. So did her twisting within her restraints. She strained all that she could endeavoring to get her furrow close to my mouth. All the effort was for not, she never could quite reach it.

No longer getting the taste of schnapps, only the taste of Chickie’s skin. I returned to the heart of her sex. She gasped at the touch. I enjoyed the flavor within her pussy lips, despite her continued straining. The gasps became louder while the cinnamon flavor reduced in strength and tanginess of Chickie increased. The entrance of her vagina was especially tangy, which I found delicious.

“Ah ... I’m going to explode. My brain and cunt are on fire. “ She wailed as I sucked on the apex knot of her slit. Nipping on the small bundle of flesh caused the wails to become whimpers and thrashing. “My cunt ... Oh God, my cunt, what are you doing to my cunt. It doesn’t feel right ... It is going to explode.” I just lapped and nipped faster all the while putting a hand upon her cute raised nipple.

I rolled the nipple between my fingers and hammered her clit with my tongue. I squeezed her small tit, pawing it mercilessly, while her whole body quaked. Shrieking in Arabic, Chickie contorted herself in the restraints. “God help me ... Oh God help.” echoed from the translator. Every muscle in the girl contracted and strained the straps holding her in place. I took advantage of her self-induced situation and covered her hole with my lips.

I knew she’d orgasmed by the gush of cum filling my mouth. It still had only the slightest hint of schnapps. The rest was all her. Her muscles were drum-tight and locked in place. And the inability to close her cunt to me made it easy to drink down her essence. I kept her cumming moving between pussy hole and clit, licking around the edges of both, but nibbling on Chickie’s engorged clit. The pussy honey didn’t go to waste. I was keeping her overwrought, setting her up for later. In that moment though, some of her juice ran down into the small cracks of her puckered hole lubricating it.