Chapter 9: Sex in the Sun

I had thought the AC/DC was a one-time thing until Linkin Park filled the air. The CO commented, “Welcome to the religion of rock and roll. It is lunchtime. Go to the chow hall and come back and see me for your individual instructions. See my clerk for your appointment time.”

I headed to lunch with Megan and Melanie on either side of me. They were talking to each other across me. “What the hell are they thinking?” came first “Yeah, I’m not a teacher. And, I’ve never wanted to be one.”

“And teaching naked that is beyond bizarre.”

“Like we need to be naked to teach sex ed. I mean it is only one class.”

“And it’s not like it’s going to be hands-on training.” I continued listening to the two of them all the way to the cafeteria. I thought if all they found strange was what they had to do. They were missing the bigger picture.

Terry and Marie joined us at the table filled with rectangular trays. The two women were still going on about their lack of wardrobe while teaching. I kept my mouth shut, figuring nothing I said would have an upside. Marie joined in the other two women’s conversation leaving Terry and me listening. Jim stopped as he walked by the table. He looked at Melanie saying what I know I was thinking while the Colonel was describing the training of the local kids. “Can I be in your class? Can I be in any of your classes?”

As I expected, it was Megan who commented. “Go screw yourself. You wouldn’t know what to do with a bunch of good-looking women in the first place.”

“Maybe not, but you’re supposed to be teaching sex-ed. And I’m a fast learner.” He said to her.

“Well, let me give you, your first and only class,” Megan said saccharine sweetly. “We never want fast. Slow and sensual, that is what we want. Class dismissed.” The last statement was her telling him to leave. He got the hint and left. I heard more gunfire in the background. I decided a walkabout would be a good idea. I’d see what was going on around us.

The marines were still going around the camp when I climbed the minaret. I had quite a few minutes before I had my official meeting with the CO. When I looked out over the camp I noticed there weren’t that many old people. I knew the town’s residents had tried preventing its capture, and subsequent destruction by using their senior citizens as human shields. The military didn’t seem to care and took the town, killing the older people that the enemy thought would protect them.

After hearing the Colonel explain the new rules, I expected more of the local women without hajibs. Instead, I saw most women inside the fenced camp still covered head to toe. I remembered hearing after hostilities started the women that didn’t wear the head-to-toe garb before the fighting did after. They did so either out of fear of stoning or a sense of solidarity with the people of the same heritage. I couldn’t imagine how the people of the town would change so dramatically.

The large C130 on approach was bringing more soldiers that would bring about the change. I was watching it not paying attention to who was behind me, and Megan swiped her hand over my ass. I jumped at the touch and heard two women laughing when I turned around. Megan and Melanie really had become pretty much inseparable. I couldn’t help but think they had come up the minaret not expecting anyone there. Having had her laugh, Megan asked, “So what did the colonel really say to you?”

“One thing he reminded me of was the retinal cameras and cochlear microphones are online and active, for anyone with access to see. Meaning if he told me not to say, he’ll know if I did.” I explained instead of answering fully. “The other thing he said I don’t think will get me killed is I need to keep an eye on you two. I’m to keep y’all out of trouble.”

Seductively Megan ran her fingers along the outside of my thigh teasing the skin and my senses. “Was he talking about this kind of trouble? If he was you’re a dead man.”

“You’re telling me you’d have sex with me even if it meant the colonel would shoot me?” I wondered not expecting a straight answer.

I got what I expected out of Megan, “Of course. Why wouldn’t I, he didn’t say he was going to shoot me.”

Melanie’s remark wasn’t, “I don’t know seems kind of harsh for something I wanted to do anyway. And it’s not like it causes any trouble.”

I corrected her, “You wanted to do, not what I wanted to do.”

“That is what I said, You wanted to do,” Melanie said defensively; looking over the edge at the camp below instead of at me. “There are lots of kids down there.”

“Yep, but that big plane I was watching before I got goosed should be bringing us help,” I said.

“Goosed? If I was going to goose you I’d have done.” Megan let the statement hang, while she shoved her hand down the front of my shorts, squeezing my dick through Melanie’s panties. “Damn.”

I knew what she was upset at, “Yes, I still have on Melanie’s underwear. You didn’t think I’d fold that quickly did you?”

“I’d hoped. I’ve plans for you when you do.” She winked.

“I think I’ll make him go outside the camp every day for a week without his uniform while it is over 95 degrees.” Melanie still didn’t understanding mine and Megan’s bets.

“I kind of get the feeling that when all is said and done, walking around nude is going to be an everyday occurrence,” I stated. “This place will be the world’s largest nudist colony.”

“If that’s the case I say we start now.” Megan undid my shorts letting them fall to my feet. She followed that by pushing Melanie’s panties off me. I stepped out of the clothes around my ankles and followed Megan’s next instruction, “Arms up, we need the shirt gone too.”

When my arms went down I was left with only my shoes and socks. I looked at the two women, “Well what about you two?”

Melanie balked immediately sounding a little hurt, “This is you two’s thing. And I have a meeting with the Colonel in an hour or so.” But she didn’t leave the minaret, she continued looking over the edge at the surroundings.

Megan stripped off her clothes with some help from me. Soon she was as naked as I was. It was the first time I got to see her full naked glory in the sunlight. It was utterly magnificent. While running my hands over her, I’d imagined what she’d look like but I’d missed the mark. The shadows of her hips on thighs and the light on her curly auburn hair made it come alive with a fire. The fire that existed down into the area of her joined thighs. And the pinkish-brown of her nipples highlighted in the sunshine were sublime.

She turned from me, and on her toes, she wrapped her arms around the front of Melanie. The smallness of Melanie’s uniform top let Megan’s stomach press against the small of the blonde’s back. Her hands went to the firm breasts that were still covered. From my vantage point, I could see Megan squeeze and massage the mounds in her hands while her lips went to the back of Melanie’s neck. Melanie reached behind her and found Megan’s petite ass and squeezed both cheeks pulling Megan’s pelvis in tightly, sighing ever so slightly. Megan continued kissing the taller girl’s neck. “Come on ... Get naked with us ... The sun on your skin ... Oh, how I want to see that ... Mmm, kiss your sun-baked skin ... That sounds like heaven.”

Melanie was no longer looking down at the camp and its occupants. She closed her eyes and looked up toward the sun. The plastic coverings she still wore reflected in the light and delight passed over her face. The blissful smile remained despite her objections, “I want to be naked with you, but Red Dick is here.”

“Yeah, so let the first time he sees you nude in the sunlight be with me.” Megan worked her hands from on top of the uniform to under it, kneading the flesh in her palms. “I thought we could have some fun with him.”

“I can’t ... Not with him, not again ... not after.” She let the sentence die. I half expected her to complete the thought, but Megan had already stealthily opened Melanie’s uniform shirt. Melanie’s arms were bound behind her as the shirt was being removed. Having spun Melanie around, the next second Megan plied her lips to an exposed breast. She sucked on the dark nipple before her. She ringed the organ in kisses and the saliva left behind glistened in the sun. “Mmm, that is so incredible ... God, I love your kissing my nipples.”

“I love kissing them,” Megan said looking up running her tongue around the pale skin. “But two at once would be mind-blowingly better.”

“Oh, would it.” Not getting Megan’s inference Melanie added, “Shit I wish you had two tongues. Oh yeah, that is so good.”

“I bet Rusty would help if you asked.” Megan flicked then sucked the nipple she’d been playing with into her mouth. Only to drag her teeth along the flesh. Until she clamped down on the nipple pulling it playfully out from its breast.

“No, I can’t. I just can’t let him do that.” She shook her head over and over.

Megan slid her mouth up to Melanie’s while her hands were busy undoing the girl’s shorts. Like she’d done with me, she had Melanie’s shorts gliding past her knees. After a yank, Megan’s hands had dislodged them from Melanie’s hips. The olive green panties followed the shorts as Megan danced her tongue about in Melanie’s mouth. Her fingers were dancing over Melanie’s bald pussy lips stroking the cleft between them. Having Melanie rocking her hips with the stroking of her finger, Megan kissed up the smooth skin of Melanie’s cheek stopping short of her ear. “Think of it as another me; two of my mouths on your beautiful breast. He won’t touch you anywhere else, not without your permission.” She sucked on the lobe of the ear she had been speaking into. The whole outer edge was carefully nibbled on before her circuitous route took her to the pouty lips of the pretty blonde’s mouth. Then on to the perky puffed-out nipples a minute later. Again pulling the nipple out upsetting the perfect form of Melanie’s tit she asked, “So how about it?”

“Oh gawd...” She muttered quietly. Less loudly she uttered, “no, no I can’t ... I can’t ... It’s Rusty can’t let him do it again ... but gawd it feels so good ... Ah, Megan’s tongue is so good ... Mmm, his tongue was so so good. Ah, gawd both ... both together ... but fuck it’d be Rusty licking me again...” For a long time even her close to silent discussion with herself stopped, but Megan never did. She remained doing her best at sucking her friend’s milky flesh. Again speaking in a regular though panting volume and overly excited Melanie said, “Ok ... Red can do that, this once, and just that.”

Megan motioned me over, to join her. I really didn’t need to be asked. I was already salivating at the idea I’d be suckling on Melanie’s nipple in a minute. Megan was back swabbing Melanie’s breast with her spittle before I reached the offered breast. I gently pressed my lips to the silken flesh of Melanie’s breast. The tit heaved under Megan’s and my tongue’s massage. I delighted in the feel of having her nipple on my lips again. I did as Megan did, kissing all of the tear dropped mass.

I met Megan in Melanie’s cleavage where we kissed, neglecting Melanie for a while. My hand stroked my willing partner’s ass while my tongue danced with hers. She slid her hand along my thigh until she cupped my balls. Her other hand slid up the smooth thigh of our female partner until she cupped the bald cunt at the top. I didn’t touch Melanie anywhere but on her splendid breast and only with my lips, while Megan’s finger slid into the furrow of the cunt her hand was on.

Megan, too, had gone back to nursing on the hardened nipple while coating her fingers in Melanie’s pussy juice. As I twirled the nipple between my lips with my tongue, my dick had pussy juice painted on it by Megan. Up and down my rod, she smeared the fingers she had pulled from Melanie’s pussy transferring the lubricant. Melanie rolled her hips in time with the sloshing I heard from her sopping pussy. The second time Megan coated my dick in the lubricant she joined me on the breast I’d been titillating. Our lips touched when we encased the hard nipple from either side. Our wrestling tongues used Melanie’s nipple as the ring and her groans as the bell. Melanie moaned, “Ah, it’s better with both of you.”

We alternated who nibbled on the hard nub, giving the nipple only seconds between nips at its sensitive skin. Megan dragged me over to the other breast kissing me and the breast in front of us in rapid succession. The other flesh had a slightly more salty taste to it initially, having been left baking in the sun. Megan and I continued swapping kisses between our teasing of Melanie’s tit and nipples. Her moans and sighs increased as did her pelvis’ gyrating her clit into Megan’s grinding thumb.

Having Melanie panting and close to her first mini-orgasm, Megan helped guide Melanie to the floor. She used our small uniforms as a blanket of sorts. Melanie didn’t resist being laid on her back on the pitiful excuse for a blanket. Megan spread the girl’s thighs far apart attempting to fit both her and me in the opening. I ended up halfway between the satiny thighs straddling Melanie’s muscular thigh my cock embedded in the warm skin. From the humping I felt coming from Megan I imagine she too was straddling a leg but was making use of the muscular thigh’s soft skin. Her grinding though didn’t interfere with our manipulation of Melanie’s breast or the finger-fucking she was giving the girl.

Megan left the breast all to me, while she kissed a trail up Melanie’s heaving chest and swanlike neck. The sounds of the two exchanging tongues and saliva were evident until Megan said, “Now the three of us can have some real fun.” “Mmm yes,” Melanie started, “I want your beautiful lips on my box. Oh god, I need them there.”

“Sweetie we’re gonna get you all the pussy eating you can handle,” Megan replied into her ear, loud enough for me to hear. She started hammering away at the slickened bald cunt, grinding her thumb harder on the pinkish clit. Melanie’s gentle rocking and rolling of her hips became aggressive grinding and flailing humping at Megan’s hand. While Melanie’s breath quickened to hyperventilating levels, Megan again spoke to her, “Rusty is gonna finish you off with his tongue. Ok?”

I heard Megan volunteer me to finish off Melanie’s orgasm orally. I was sure Melanie would object, having been specific that kissing her breast and touching nothing else was what I was allowed. Her, “Oh yes make me cum. Please I’m so close, oh yes, right there.” Megan took as Melanie’s agreement not as the ramblings of a woman overcome with pleasure, ranting about the stroking and grinding of the fingers on and in her pussy. But as a capitulation of hostilities towards me and an agreement allowing me full access in the pursuit of satisfying her carnal desires.