Chapter 232: I Enlisted?

I can get you as much or little as you want, Sarah. Hopefully, you don’t want much.

Sarah soon started getting impatient about finding out if those who caused her to suffer through horrors that no one, much less a teenager, should have to face, were dead on paper. She rushed us back to the dorm for me to get my laptop. We were going to St Louis to find a bustling coffee shop near the arch to get online. There was still radio silence from the man-in-the-machine, and my laptop had issues connecting to the coffee shop Wi-Fi until a very cute, though only eleven-year-old girl came over to set it up for me. She teased me mercilessly about it too.

Two can play at that game.

What the little girl couldn’t even guess is that I’m very observant about how girl’s bodies reacted when aroused. Her breasts were still cone-shaped, but she right at the point of needing to wear a bra. Unfortunately, no one told her yet what happens when aroused. Brushing up against me, as she sat on my knee or in my lap to make sure my Wi-Fi connection was working properly, got her hot and bothered.

You crossed a line making a crack about big muscles meaning a smaller brain and other little things.

When she started to need to slip off to the bathroom for relief, I caught her arm and said, “You better go let your shorts dry off from where you’ve been humping against my leg while fixing my Wi-Fi. I can smell that the huge wet spot in your shorts isn’t pee.”

I think it was funnier seeing her mom and sister’s reactions than it was the girls. They both saw the wet spot, heard me say something to the girl, pull her shirt down as far as she could, saw her blush deeply, and then hurry for the bathroom. I made sure to go over to her family to tell them that she didn’t even know about what her body and primal mind were doing while she worked on my laptop. They joked about how they would use that whenever she decided to use her sharp tongue on someone again. We snickered, knowingly, when we heard a high-pitched moan and then sigh of relief before the toilet flushed.

Don’t laugh. The girl deserves it for her sharp tongue. Too bad that she has no clue.

The girl came out with three extra-large maxi pads jammed into her panties. Her shorts were already tight enough to clearly show her mound and tuft of pubes through her shorts. There was no way to hide what she did with the pads.

I moved Sarah and to a spot where we had a wall behind and beside us so no one could see my laptop. I knew Paula had put all the details we had on that mission on a secured part of the solid-state disk in the computer. When I got to where the files resided, I opened the FBI case report that covered all the people arrested and referred to two deceased adults in a hidden room where they held two children they were torturing before killing them.

Once she finished reading the report, I opened some video from one camera in the hidden room where the big-dick man was plugging Paula, with her face blurred out.

“Why couldn’t that bastard give me some of that monster dick. I would have let him plug my ass and cunt anytime he wanted a piece,” she said to herself.

Later it showed the fucked-up man/woman thing with the raspy voice. There was no audio, but Sarah didn’t need any. She got where they two became crispy critters as the high amperage electricity surged through their bodies until they were smoldering piles of charred flesh. She watched the video three more times before closing the video player.

Since she had skipped over them, I opened the pictures of each person they arrested, the child slaves rescued from their slavers, and the kids rescued from the building.

She has some significant baggage stuffed away in her head. I’m glad she enjoyed saying the dog’s names as someone put them down with a bullet, or maybe a magazine of them, to the head.

She was quiet for a long time, so I let her stay lost in her thoughts as I went to get us refills on our coffee.

I saw the girl that fixed my laptop sitting with her legs crossed as she tried to hide the wet spot still in her shorts. On the way to counter, the place in my head showed me how the girl was hornier now than when she humped my leg. I felt how she was now fantasizing about sitting my lap, naked, with my strong muscular arms holding her as she rubbed my bare chest and arms. Her mom and sister noticed me looking over, so her big sister told me she had taken the girl to the bathroom. She found out why her little sister was so horny.

Watching the girl starting to squirm noticeably, I took two ice cubes out of my water, hip-bumped her big sister to get her attention, and then looked at her sister’s shorts. No words needed. The older sister slipped into the seat beside her sister to where she could pull the girl’s pants and panties away from her body in front. As soon as the ice cubes slide over her small tuft of fluff, her sister got the girl’s hands behind her back and a hand over the girl’s mouth.

She’s done this a lot, it seems.

I leaned in to say to the girl, “I hear I got you all hot and bothered, so I guess it was up to me to cool you off. Plus, you already soaked your shorts and panties. The ice won’t hurt anything. If only you were at least fourteen.”

Then in a whisper, having seen her tense up and then shake a bit as she got off from the sudden shock of the ice, I told her, “I hope that was a good one like it looked.”

“My God! I never knew that is why my sister and friends touch themselves down there all the time,” she whispered back now that her sister took her hand away from her mouth. “It was mean as hell, but thanks. You do know that you just made it even worse now. I won’t be able to stop thinking about you for a long time.”

I got a hug and quick kiss on the cheek before I went back to my table with Sarah. She was giving me a very odd look when I got back to the table.

“What the hell was that all about, Darren? You into little girls or something? Is that why you have all this stuff on those bastards?” she asked hotly, but with her voice way down.

I knew I had fire in my eyes from the look on her face as I said, “That little girl’s developing brain did what it is programmed to do on a primal level. She saw the strongest and fittest male with which to mate. Too bad for her that she has no clue why she got hot and bothered while fixing my Wi-Fi. Her shorts had a fist-sized wet spot when she left the table. Her sister found out that the girl was sitting there on my leg, fantasizing about how much she wanted to sit on my lap with my shirt off so she could rub my bare chest and muscular arms. Her mom, sister, and I all heard her get relief in the bathroom, maybe her first time. When I went to get us refills, she was making a puddle on the bench under her. I was only going to drop the ice down the back of her shirt, but her big sister pulled the girl’s shorts and panties out and away from that girl’s body, so I dropped two ice cubes in there. It did cool her off, but not before the ice made her cum.”

“That wasn’t the smartest thing to do, Darren,” she scolded me lightly. “Now, she is going to remember her fantasy and how you make her get off.”

In rebuttal, I said, “You know what Sarah, I can live with that guilt. I pushed her off my leg when her body started her grinding her mound down against my kneed and then tried to do something to douse her fire. How was I to know it would get her off? I know I lose all interest in sex and go limp when it happens to me.”

Sarah blushed before confessing, “I rub ice on my nipples starts my juices flowing. Having it touch my clit brings me off harder than anything else. Those assholes did that a lot to me when they found out how it affected me. I know there are hours of videos with them holding an ice cube against my cherry as I came and came until the ice cube melted small enough for them to push inside me. The best movies they made were when they would rub ice between my pussy lips until I was going crazy, then rub it over my clit. The melted water inside my vagina would squirt out in spurts as I got off. There had to be something that wheezing freak had in mind for me. My ass and mouth were by request only. All I got in my pussy were dicks too small to pop my cherry if they could get in that far. I would still have it if that damn bitch gynecologist hadn’t shoved that cold metal thing inside me, without even any lube, saying that lube would ruin any chance of getting semen out of me that they could use for DNA to get the bastards. Only after she pulled it out did she see what she had done. That was one of the reasons the cops didn’t believe me at first.”

She sipped her coffee while telling me that since that time, she had sex with various guys when traveling with her parents.

“I wished I knew what they put into that cocktail they shot into the boys when making child porn. The guys I was with didn’t last long,” she said.

There are some she found on the base who are discreet and don’t mind making sure a girl she gets hers before the main event. It was nice to have a guy get her off instead of it being her fingers or roommate.

“I know it is crazy as hell, but I found an ice pop mold that makes perfectly round, six-inch-long ice pops with round reusable plastic sticks. I like to use them when someone is going down on me, or I’m going down on them. So far, I’m the only girl I know that seems to get off with an ice dick,” she said softly.

Right as we were getting ready to leave, the girl that set up my wi-fi came over wearing a mid-thigh length skirt. She waited until I looked up at her and then flipped it up to show her lightly fuzzed bare beaver.

“I’m sure your mom would be cool with me spanking your bare butt girl,” I said, reaching for her.

She waved a, just purchased, pair of plain white panties at me starting to run for the bathroom giggling.

I managed to grab her before she got two steps away and said, “You better go get your mom to get you the same brand two sizes larger. Those are too small with no stretch to them. They’re going to rip or get wedged in your crack painfully if you try to put them on.”

She jokingly reminded me that big muscles meant small brains. Then she told me that I was a boy, what did I know. The girl twisted free of my hold to rush into the bathroom.

I would tell you, but then I would have to tickle you until you peed all over the place.

Before she could ask, I told Sarah about getting in deep shit and my mom deciding I had to work for below minimum wage at the outlet mall, and all that entailed.

With her head tilted to the side, she asked, “Someone other than a tent company makes a twenty-one X in anything?”

I knew she was going to laugh at that. Before she could start, we heard a frustrated growl, and then the girl that fixed my wi-fi came stomping out of the bathroom. She had what remained of the very cheaply made pair of panties, which were now in shreds. I got an angry smirk before she showed them to her mom, pointed at me, and tried hard not to cry over her continuing embarrassment.

As we walked past their table, I leaned over to the girl to say, “Look at it this way, kiddo, you aren’t thinking about me right now like you were earlier. Thanks again for helping me with my wi-fi. I bet you are going never to want to wear panties under your skirts or dresses again after the first time you feel the warm air blowing between your legs.”

I didn’t make it to the door before the girl came rushing at me and jumped into the air toward me. I caught her as she was reaching to get her arms around my neck. As her legs went around my waist, I made sure that my arm pulled her skirt in toward me to keep it between my arm and her bare butt. She gave me a big hug before I leaned down so her skirt wouldn’t slide up.

Once we were heading back to the base, Sarah said, “So far in my life, you are the sweetest and most genuine man I have ever met. Last night I wanted you to get turned on because I wanted to have you inside me. I expected you would give it to me in the shower. When you didn’t, I slept without panties for the first time since I got away from those bastards. Every time the nightmares woke me, I expected you to suggest that maybe having your dick inside me would keep them away, as other men have done. Instead, you took my verbal abuse and held me like I was the most important person in the world to you right then. I’m sorry for thinking you didn’t touch me because you were into little girls. When she jumped into your arms to give you a hug, she didn’t even give a single thought to her being naked under her skirt. Even men with no thoughts of children being more than annoying wouldn’t have bothered to make sure there was no question about how you were holding her. None of them could have missed her carrying out the ruined pair of panties and how that meant she was going commando.”

Since it was getting late in the afternoon, she got off a few exits early so we could eat in the town near the base. This place looks pitiful inside and out, but damn do they serve a lot of food for the price. She picked up some wine to take back to my dorm room.

She had her age bumped up, but she isn’t twenty-one, so how did she get the wine?

After we took a quick rinse in the shower, we were sitting in the recliner watching a movie on my laptop. Sarah found that with my dick pulled up between her legs that she could play with it as she rubbed it against her clit, while I played with her small tits. We weren’t doing it to get horny or ready to fuck, only to enjoy the closeness and enjoy some idle fondling with no other agenda.

We were half an hour into the second movie when she had me pause it so she could go pee. When she came back, she showed me how good she was at sucking a guy hard in seconds. As she climbed back up into my lap, she reached down to hold my dick up so that she could work on her expansion plans for her dick sauna. She gently rocked the recliner as she worked me deeper inside her as we watched the movie. Her pussy stayed wet and hot enough to keep me hard, but she wasn’t stimulating either of us enough to climb the peak to orgasm. It was very peaceful and relaxing. She had me fully buried by the time the credits were rolling on the movie.

After we did our things in the bathroom, she took my hand to guide me to the bed.

“Tomorrow, we are going to have to order in because you aren’t going to have the energy to walk to the mess hall,” Sarah proclaimed. “Tonight, you are going to let me slide down your long dick and sleep on your amazingly solid chest. I get why the girl at the coffee place got all hot about wanting to touch your bare chest. I don’t mind waking up as you work to get hard inside me and get me wet again, but that is all. I’m not ready to lose myself in the world of constant orgasmic bliss.”

That was how we went to sleep, but it wasn’t me waking her up during the night to make sure her chassis stayed lubed, and my drive shaft was ready to take her to the moon. Anytime she started to squirm, it woke me up. She was always hot and wet, with me still rock hard and buried deep inside her.

Probably didn’t hurt that whenever my hand gently held her tiny breast, she felt like she got a small cum.

Around five AM, I found I woke up on my back as getting the head of my dick popped through the tight ring of muscles at the entrance to a very tight vagina. Whoever it was, she was either a virgin or hadn’t had sex anytime recently. I kept my eyes closed as she fought her own body to have it allow another two inches. Someone had to have a Military ID card, but not a dependent one, to get into the dorm, otherwise I would have worried it was some kid, like the one yesterday at the coffee shop, who had followed us back here to screw me. Then there was the matter that they needed to get the key to my room or let in by Sarah and me. Since Sarah only got out of bed once to pee, I knew she hadn’t unlocked the door.