Sex in the Sky

Chapter Five

I went to Toby’s several times, with no hope that Jason would be there, but just to be in a place where we had been together. Mostly, though, I hung around the barracks and took on extra duty so I could be around to monitor the phone. I was counting the days, and too many had passed. Then one night got a call from an orderly at the hospital.

“Corporal Jason Seaborn asked me to call you.”

“He’s there?” I asked, barely able to work up the air to get the words out.

“Yeah.”

“Tell him I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I said. My voice got weaker with each word as the air went out of me. I got dressed, grabbed a pass and headed for the hospital. I was half-numb, with no clear thoughts in my head. I think I was afraid to think of what might have happened. I rushed down the hallway but slowed as I approached his room; as he had down when he came to see me.

“We gotta stop meeting like this,” I joked as I went in. I couldn’t tell how bad he was hurt but he had both hands bandaged. The sheet was pulled down to his waist revealing his massive chest and ripped abs and nothing looked damaged there. He moved his leg and I saw a cast under the sheet.

He laughed and squirmed in the bed.

“How’d you get a two-bed room?” I asked.

“They’re a bit crowded so they’re having to use the rooms usually reserved for officers,” he said.

“You got a room-mate?”

“Nope, not yet.”

“So, what happened?” I asked, finally.

He laughed, shaking his head. “Would you believe, the goddamed Humvy turned over and tumbled down a ravine. I got a busted leg and some burns out of it. Nothing serious.”

“How busted?” I asked. I didn’t know whether to believe his story.

“I didn’t see any bone. It’ll be okay in a couple of weeks.”

“A couple?”

“A few weeks…..I don’t know,” he said.

“Are your hands the only thing that got burned?”

He smiled. “Everything else is in great shape and working fine,” he assured me.

I couldn’t help laughing when I noticed the huge lump under the sheet.

“Well, I can see you didn’t get it blown off,” I joked. “Looks like you’ve got a problem there. Or are you just glad to see me?”

“You know it. Fuck, it’s worse than the injuries. If I don’t get it taken care of it feels like it’s gonna explode.”

“I thought they give you something for that when you’re in the hospital,” I said.

“Did they give you anything?”

“No, but I was only in a few days,” I said.

“That’s all I’m going to be in,” he said. “The only thing they give me is a hard thump with the nurse’s thumb. Dam, it hurts.”

“That’s sadistic. Does it work?”

“Not for long,” he said.

“I’ll be right back,” I said.

“Where’re you going?”

“To get you something for that problem,” I said. I went out in the hall and grabbed the first orderly who came by.

“My buddy’s got a problem,” I told him, nodding toward Jason’s room.

“Oh, the big guy,” he said.

“Yeah, he needs some relief.”

“Relief from what?”

“You know.”

“Well, we don’t have a pill for it. What would you suggest?” he asked.

“I’m not suggesting anything. I just happen to know he’s a very horny guy and he going nuts.”

“Yeah, I noticed we do have a problem keeping him down,” he said, laughing. He shook his head. “I never seen anything like it. Hell, I can barely get it stuffed into the urinal for him to take a piss and that’s when he’s soft. He’s got the biggest damned cock I ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot of them. Once he had a big boner and had to piss and it wouldn’t go in the urinal. I had to get him a bucket.”

“Anything you can do?” I asked.

“What do you want me to do, go jack him off? He’s your buddy, you jack him off.”

“I didn’t mean that. But if you can’t do anything about it I’m going to,” I said.

“Meaning what? There are a lot of women who I know would gladly give him some relief but they’re all officers.”

“I’m going to bring him a hooker,” I said.

“We’re not running a whorehouse here,” the orderly said.

“I’m not asking you to do anything except tell me a time frame when he won’t be bothered by any of the staff.”

The orderly looked at his chart. “Last medication is around 0800 hours. They’ll probably wake him up around midnight to give him a sleeping pill.”

“Thanks.”

“Look, if it goes wrong, I didn’t have anything to do with it,” he said.

“Right, I’ll take full responsibility,” I assured him.

I went to The Dragonfly which fronted as a bar for the whorehouse in back. The madam approached me at the bar before I’d taken my first sip of beer.

“How’re you doing tonight?” she greeted me.

“Good.”

“Looking for some company?”

“Could be,” I said.

She looked around the bar at her girls circulating through the place.

“How about that pretty one over there by the door?” she asked nodding to the door leading back to the rest rooms.

“Red dress?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, but I need to take her with me,” I said.

“Oh, I don’t let my girls go out of the bar,” she said.

“It’s for a buddy, he’s in the hospital. She would have to go to the hospital and pose as his girlfriend.”

“In hospital, how is he able to do anything?” she asked.

“Trust me, that part wasn’t damaged,” I assured her.

She went over to talk to the girl. I saw the girl shaking her head. Madame said something to another girl standing close by then came back.

“She not want to go. But the other girl will go.”

“Okay, if they’ll change dresses,” I said.

“What?”

“I want her to wear the red dress that the other one’s got on,” I said.

She went back and after some discussion they got it settled among themselves. The two girls went back to the rest room and changed dresses. I paid the madam and the girl, Ling, and I headed for the hospital. We made an attempt at conversation but I wasn’t much into conversing with prostitutes, especially one that I was hiring to take my place. I mean, what do you say to a whore……hey, what’s the biggest cock you ever took?

I winked at the orderly as we walked by the desk. His eyes bugged out when he saw the girl in the sleek red dress. Jason was lying with his eyes closed but he wasn’t asleep and he opened his eyes when he heard us come in.

“Hey, man,” he said. He blinked when he saws the girl.

“This is Ling. She came to visit you,” I said.

“Ling. Hello,” he said, his eyes raking up and down her shapely body encased in the sleek red dress. She was a knockout. I didn’t know how old she was. Vietnamese came in two ages; old and young. A thirty-year-old man could look seventeen, a forty year old woman could look eighty. Ling looked like a teenager but I couldn’t tell how old she was. Right then it didn’t matter.

“I don’t know how much time we’ve got,” I told Jason.

His confused scowl turned into a wide grin as he realized why I’d brought Ling to see him.

“Man, did you clear this with somebody?” he asked, with an edge of excitement in his voice.

“No really,” I said. I handed him a condom, foolishly, because both of his hands were bandaged.

“I can’t put that on,” he said.

“She will,” I said.

“Or you could,” he said with a leering grin.

I handed the condom to Ling then walked over to the door.

“Sorry about this, but I have to guard the door,” I said. I turned to face the door with my toe against it.

“Oh, My!” Ling exclaimed, and I knew she’d gotten a look at Jason’s cock. “Ohhh, Myyyyyy!” and I knew he must be getting hard.

“OOohhhhhhhh,” Jason moaned, and I could only imagine what she was doing to him. “Ohh, you have such soft delicate hands.” She was putting the condom on.

Looking at a door is boring as shit, especially when you know what’s going on behind you. I stole a glance over my shoulder to see Ling taking off her clothes. The dress, to be more exact. I watched her. She stepped out of the dress and she was naked! She wasn’t wearing anything under the dress! Godd she was stunning; her body was flawless. I turned back to the door.

“Will I hurt you if I get up on the bed?” she asked.

“Not so I would notice,” he said.

I heard the bed creak softly as she climbed up on the bed. I could picture her straddling him, lowering her smooth, olive-tone butt to his cock, taking his huge cock up her pussy.”

“Ohhhhh, Yeahhhhh,” Jason groaned. He was no doubt in her, part way at least. “OOohhhh, Yesss, Baby!” Maybe all the way in her now.

“Oh My Godd, you are so big!” Ling exclaimed.

“Yeah, but you like it,” Jason said.

“Oh, yess, I like. I never had one so big, though,” she said.

I didn’t know if he was all the way in her but the bed began to creak softly, announcing that she was fucking him. He confirmed it.

“Ohh, yeahhhhh, honey, do it! Ride that big cock. Ohh, fuck man.”

I was breaking out in a sweat.

“Ohhh, Ling, Baby, you are awesome!” Jason moaned. “Ohh, shit, yeah, ride it…..ride it all the way……downnnnnnnn!”

He needed to tone it down but I didn’t say anything; I liked hearing him.

“Hey you don’t have to stand with your nose in the door,” Jason told me. “You can watch if you want to. Ling doesn’t care if you watch, do you?”

“I don’t care if you don’t.”

I took them up on it. I turned around and put my back to the door to hold it shut. Ling was seated all the way on his cock, twisting her butt around in circles. It was hard to imagine that her tiny body had his huge cock up inside her. Jason had a big goofy smile on his face.

“Awhh, I don’t believe you did this for me,” he said.

“What are buddies for?” I said.

It was the most exciting thing I’d ever seen. The tiny girl sitting on top of his

massively muscled body, riding her flawlessly smooth butt up and down on Jason’s

huge cock. I could see her pussy when she raised up, stretched unmercifully around his girth. He groaned in agony with every stroking inch. I was amazed how her body accepted his tall, thick manhood. It was like she was fucking an arm, or a baseball bat. Her beauty matched his, or his matched hers; they were a perfect couple and I had the weirdest thought that they would be ideal to make sex-marriage videos.

He had invited me to watch; I had to get closer. I shoved a big chair against the door. It wouldn’t block it but it would give me enough time to stop anyone from coming in. I moved over to the bed where I could get a better view from the front. Ling’s pussy was smooth as a baby’s butt, the pouting lips distended around the thick hunk of meat. I was close enough that Jason reached out and squeezed my arm.

“Man, I don’t know how I’m every going to repay you for this. I’m gonna owe you big time,” he said.

“I’ll think of something,” I said.

“Ohhh…Ohhh…Ohhh….ease up, honey, I don’t want to come yet,” he told her, gritting his teeth.

I wished I had a camera to capture the absolute beauty of the two engaged in such a sensual act. They were absolute male and female perfection. After a few minutes he suddenly let out another gasp but choked on it. He gritted his teeth but I couldn’t tell if he was trying to hold off again or if he was working it up or losing his load. His body lurched, his hips jolted his loins hard against her and the bed shook and banged against the wall. He was coming. She rode it out till he settled still then she continued to ride up and down his cock for a couple more minutes.

“You want me to stop?” she asked as she settled onto his thighs.

“Not unless you want to. I could do this all night,” Jason said.

“You still hard,” she said.

“Very hard.”

“We do again,” she said and began riding up and down his cock again. He fucker her again, or she fucked him, for a long time. I was getting uneasy, though; I thought we might be pressing our luck. I went back to the door but stood with my back to it so I could watch. Ling was indeed getting as much out of it as Jason was, fucking his big cock for him. She bounced up and down on it, her head flung back on her shoulders as she fingered her clit at the same time.

“I wish I could do that for you, Baby,” Jason told her.

“You doing plenty,” she told him.

Shit, just listening to them talk was turning me on. I went back over to the bed and in a sudden urge of lust I put my hand down at her pussy and replaced her finger with my own. She squealed with delight as I rubbed and flicked her clit with my fingertip.

“Suck her tits, too,” Jason urged.

I leaned in and clamped my mouth over her nearest tit. She whinnied softly as I flicked her nipple and applied suction to her firm breast. She was small but firm and I was able to cover most of her tit with my mouth.

“Oh, yeah, fuck, this is hot, all three of us,” Jason said.

After awhile Jason shot off again but remained up to the task of finishing her off when she begged him not to stop. Between the three of us, she had a volcanic orgasm. She really had a big O and I was excited that I was a part of it with Jason. Her body glistened with sweat and she wavered unsteadily. I thought if she hadn’t been impaled on his cock she might have toppled off the bed. I helped her down off the bed and steadied her while she put the dress back on. She kissed me on the cheek then stepped over and kissed Jason.

“I’m going to see her out,” I told him.

I walked her outside where I gave her another twenty.

“Thanks.”

“Thank him. I should not charge,” she said, laughing.

I went back to Jason’s room. He lay with his chest still heaving, his abs rippling with each breath. He could barely talk.

“Fuck….I….needed…..that. Thanks,” he managed.

“Don’t mention it,” I said. His cock lay stretched up across his stomach, still encased in the come-filled condom.

“You gotta take care of that for me,” he said, nodding to his cock.

I put the chair back in front of the door. I didn’t want anyone walking in to see me touching his cock. I carefully pulled and milked the condom off his rubbery shaft, trying not to spill any of his come. I got it off and his cock lay wet and sticky across his hip. Then I did the most foolish thing. I leaned down and sucked his cock all the way down my throat and sucked him dry and cleaned the come off.

“Ohh, Geezuss, you’re going to get me started again,” he groaned.

I held the condom up. It hung heavy. It was over a quarter full. “I know you come a lot but this is ridiculous.”

“It’s two loads,” he said. “And it’s been quite a while.”

“It’s enough come for a whole dam squad.” I swung it around. “I’ve got the most awful urge to drape this over your face and leave.”

“No, please, don’t do that,” he begged, laughing.

I laughed and tied off the end of the condom.

“Come on man, don’t…..you wouldn’t do that to a buddy.”

“What if I turn it up and empty it all over your face,” I said.

“No! Shit, no, don’t do that!”

I put it carefully in my pocket.

“What are you going to do with it?” he asked.

“I’ll think of something. Maybe have it for a midnight snack.”

“Fuck, I don’t know if that’s hot or sick,” he said, laughing. “Thanks again, buddy, I really needed that. It was terrific. Even more so that you joined in.”

“This was an emergency measure, just don’t get to liking it too much,” I said.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about there,” he assured me.

“I gotta go,” I said.

“Yeah, thanks again.”

I patted his thigh and left and walked down the hall to the nurse’s station.

“Get everything taken care of?” the orderly asked.

“For tonight,” I said. “But he’s going to be in that same condition by morning. You’ll have to take care of it.”

“What do you want me to do about it?”

“I don’t know, jack him off, give him a blow job or something,” I said jokingly.

I walked along the street holding the condom in my pocket, wondering what do to with it. I couldn’t take a come-filled condom back to the barracks but I hated to get rid of it. I didn’t want to let the stuff go to waste. I turned down a dim alley to be alone and took the condom out. I squeezed it a few times, tingling at the sheer power of him that I was holding in my hand. I looked around as I untied the knot then brought the condom up to my face and turned it upside down over my mouth. The come literally flooded in one hard gush into my mouth. I leaned back against the wall as I stripped the condom with two fingers and swirled the still warm semen around in my mouth. Then I swallowed. I had to take several gulps to get it all down. I still didn’t want to throw the condom away. I held it, marveling at the size of it. It was an extra-large size to begin with and he had stretched it all out of shape. I left the alley carrying the taste of him with me, still with the condom in my pocket. About a block from the main gate I stopped in the shadows and carefully hung the condom over a tiny tree limb. I thought it needed to be on display.

I visited Jason every night he was in the hospital but I didn’t bring him any more prostitutes. There was a cute orderly on duty one night and I kidded him about taking care of Jason.

“Are you taking good care of my man?” I asked.

“Aww, he’s taking care of me all right,” Jason put in. “Just look at those big, full lips. Nicest pair of lips I ever had slid down my cock.”

The kid’s face turned a soft pink and I wondered if maybe Jason hadn’t hit a nerve. He took it in stride. He scanned the clipboard in his hand and said, “That’s not written anywhere in your orders.” Then he looked at me. “He’s your man, I guess you’re going to have to take care of him.

“Will you guard the door?” I asked.

He didn’t know if I was serious or joking and that’s the way I intended it.

“Can I watch?” he asked, trying to pin me down to being serious or kidding around.

We both let it go. It was too touchy a subject to even approach.

The day Jason was released from the hospital for duty I made arrangements to slip away so we could meet at the hotel. We skipped Toby’s altogether. I knew he would be ready for me and I was dam ready for him. He fucked me like crazy the whole damned night. I managed to work in a couple of suck sessions but he was so hot for my ass. He never understood the pleasure I got from sucking his cock, or how I developed such a taste for his come; he only knew that I loved it. Twice that night he pulled out and shot it in my mouth.

We were leaving the next morning to part ways and return to our units. A vender was selling newspaper, sounding almost hysterical. I bought one to see what was going on. Hell, maybe the war was over. I must’ve gone pale when I saw the headline.

“Shit, look at this! Dhin has been assassinated!” I handed the paper to Jason.

Jason took the paper to read the story. He looked pale. We didn’t know what impact it would have but of course it was big.

“Geezuss!” he swore softly and dropped the paper like it was hot.

“What?” I asked.

“Qui Nhon,” he said in a whisper. “I was at Qui Nhon.”

I looked at him confused. He leaned against the side of the building for support.

“Jason, what’s the matter?”

“I took him out,” he said quietly, staring blankly at me.

“What?”

“I shot the fuckin’ president of Viet Nam.”

Now I was numb. News that a politician had been blown away wasn’t particularly devastating to me, or even news for more than a day or two, but this was the president of the country, and Jason had done it!

“What’re you talking about? You said you were going to Qui Nhon to take care of some mischief makers.”

“And they just happened to have another assignment for me….another target…. something that just came up, they said, and since I was there……They set me up. They used me as their assassin.”

“You didn’t know?”

“No. They told me he was very big…..a VC general…..and I shouldn’t miss.”

“How do you know it was Dhin?”

“They had my position already picked out, down to the precise spot. A sniper always picks his own location. His entourage came down this narrow road and stopped in a small clearing and this so-called guy general got out of his vehicle……”

here.!”

The Australians cheered us… well, cheered the Yanks and the lady that rode with them.

“Thank you, Leo.” She was settled again next to me and feeling that she belonged with us and even more secure in that feeling than before. “Sergeant Mulvane and Corporal Tracy are very nice to me. They like you, I can tell.” Her voice could carry a great deal of tenderness when she spoke softly. “I do, too.” She smiled at me and her eyes twinkled. Her cheeks were full of roses.

There is something very satisfying and soothing to a man’s heart about having the adulation of a beautiful young girl. Add to that the thrill of her being his sweet and loving wife at the same time, and he can be forgiven if he imagines the world can not get much better.

“Teach me something new, Leo.”

Her sweet entreaty was always so delicious in implication that the entire world outside our selves just withdrew into the shadows. I had been thinking about what ‘new’ things I could teach her, where my own fund of experience was so very shallow. What I determined that day in Darwin I now look back on as being remarkably wise for a young buck like I was then. I figured that if I focused on giving her pleasure, treating her always with respect and tenderness, and making her my companion… and thus not some kind of servant or slave or lesser person… she would respond in kind, and reciprocate, loving and trusting and wanting to be with me.

We had already progressed to the point where she would almost melt into my arms when I held her breasts, and loved for me to fondle her breasts and tease and tantalize her, and I found I could ‘make her’ come for me by caressing her breasts. I told her that she glowed with beauty when she climaxed for me. She had been frightened at first when she climaxed, loosing all control and awareness, but when I cuddled her and coaxed her she gained confidence all would be well, and then began to look for me to do it again.

Finally, one day she asked me to ‘make her….’ She wanted to glow for me, she said, because she loved me. Can you imagine? She was a treasure!

Then one evening as we made love, and she lay beneath me, eyes glistening with passion and the special kind of surrender that she showed me, I became aware of some more of the muscular actions that went into intercourse. Unfamiliar as I was with such things, I could not determine what was ‘normal’ or ‘abnormal’ – only what was comfortable and stimulating, etc., for us. What I noticed was the muscles in her vagina that contracted around me to draw me deeper into her and hold on to me. With observation it seemed that this was not a conscious effort of hers but evidently a reaction to the stimulus of me being inside her, which, it was easy enough to perceive in her reactions, was very enjoyable to her.

It certainly was for me!

One evening a day or two later I devised an experiment to learn more about what I thought I was observing. As I brought her nigh onto orgasm I slowed my rhythm and held myself a bit above her, and a distance where normally I would have slipped out of her all but the last inch or two. She was trembling and lifted her bottom to me, and I could feel her muscles working me, contracting around me to tighten their hold on me.

The sensation that such action caused for me was something well nigh indescribable, and tremendously exciting. Her vagina, stimulated by and sensitive to my presence, wanted me to stay there and make love to her and possess her, and certainly not to leave her. It was magical to hold myself above her briefly, feel her craving my thrusts and begging piteously in her whimpers and by the frantic muscular responses in her vagina for me to thrust deeply into her yet again. My own erection and readiness to fill her need was multiplied by each such pause, and, too, the intensity of the pleasure that then my thrusting into her again brought on for her was remarkable, whether gentle and slow or quick and ruthless – there was, I found, a time for both.

It was like a dam bursting! Her entire being was flooded with unspeakable joy, her breath would often catch, she would call out my name or moan passionately or scream, her head thrashing from side to side, and within a stroke or two at such moments I could bring her to a momentous climax that shook her very being to its foundation.

The first time I tried to use what I was learning to heighten her response resulted in an orgasm for her certainly of the first magnitude. She gushed her fluids around me and I poured into her all that I could muster, and she collapsed under me and soon thereafter I alongside her. That had been the third climax for her in the space of an hour or so, and she was utterly spent. She had given me her all, and taken all I could give her, and she was sobbing softly in my arms, exhausted and weepy, “thank you” was all she seemed to be able to manage.

I have since that time with her come to learn that a man with an eight and a half inch erection more than five inches in circumference could do that to a girl on a regular basis, but at the time I thought it quite an achievement.

Even in casual chit chat getting to know the locals, one quickly learns that swimming along Australia’s northern coastline is something done with care and caution. During our enforced layover at Darwin I determined to arrange some kind of outside situation where we could go swimming together and then picnic and make love in reasonable comfort and she could scream her head off without feeling at all inhibited by another human being hearing her… another other than her husband. Considering the topography in the Darwin area and the social conditions in early 1942, that was a tall order.

Determination and cunning are, as some older Marines like to remind us, formidable opponents. And so, with effort, a candidate location was found. Northeast of Darwin on the coast, a small bay where the ocean currents seemed to eddy periodically, had left something like a lagoon sheltered from the open sea by a reef. Two days later I had opportunity to scout the place from the air during a check out hop in the Navy’s J2F from the seaplane tender LANGLEY, then in port. It appeared prime, sandy beach, a fair amount of green foliage on the backshore, and I could see the faint trail of a rough roadway to the area. Estimated distance, twenty miles from the town. Discrete inquiries in civilian circles indicated that a developer had surveyed the site two years before as a potential site for a resort. Extended surveys confirmed that neither crocs nor sharks frequented the lagoon.

Bingo!

The Navy had two vehicles in Darwin then, both landed from the LANGLEY before she departed on 11 February, just days before. Somewhat cavalierly I commandeered one, she packed us a full basket, and we were off. I left a sealed envelope with Sergeant Mulvane so that someone knew where we were off to, should something happen.

Nothing did.

It took us two hours to get there over really rough roads. Finally, I thought I recognized the landscape from my survey flight, and sure enough, within a few minutes we were at the edge of the water on a low, rocky shelf, large trees and greenery to our right and the clear water and a sandy stretch of pristine beach immediately before us.

We explored, and found some things… among which was a togetherness and trust that was just magical. Like many European women in the tropics, she had given up on underwear that was so uncomfortable in the continual heat and sticky tropical humidity. Still, we had only been married now a few days, and nudity was still a challenge for her, and now outside in the strange Australian bush even more so. I tried hard to make her comfortable, and gradually she relaxed, trusting me to take care of her.

After some swimming time and the refreshing water, too warm to be all that cooling but definitely wet, we emerged back onto our blanket in the shade. Two things were immediately evident. She felt at ease now with me being all bare herself and was laughing and giggling when I tickled her, and then it was soon evident that she noticed that I was aroused. When I was nude and erect around her she was typically on the road to orgasm herself and wanting me, so the visual image made her aroused as well.

I was pleased to be able to bring her joy. I teased her and tantalized her, and our love making brought her three or four earth shattering experiences in the course of the day together. She gave herself to me with all the vigor of youth, and we both learned something new about each other.

Over the long years looking for a good woman to be my companion, I had fantasized that intimacy would be a grand experience. Reality, I found, was worth a million fantasies, and more. And her uninhibited moans and outcry at the orgasms I induced were testament to my blooming success as a lover and her blossoming as a loving wife.

It was a day full of delights beyond words.

The next day was 19 February, a working day for us, and that day changed everything, well, almost everything.

The Japanese attack on Port Darwin that day is well documented elsewhere, and I’ll not go into any great detail here. Suffice it to say, it was a rude shock to everyone and a first magnitude disaster.

We needed to get some fresh .30 caliber ammunition for the plane’s machine guns and the rumor was out that the Asiatic Fleet’s supply officer was holding pay call aboard the destroyer PEARY before the ship got underway for Java. Accordingly, with our take off for Canberra scheduled for the next morning, this was the time to get paid as much as the Eagle would allow. Will and Tracy took the ship’s whaleboat out on its first run that morning. The plan was that they would go from pay call on the PEARY over to the seaplane tender PRESTON, another of those working with the Navy PBYs, for the ammunition and return.

The Japanese planes attacked about 0930. A bomb hit the destroyer and she exploded and sank in the harbor, with many, many casualties. PRESTON was also hit, though not so badly, and was steaming out the channel to escape. At the time we didn’t know whether she would make it or not. The Jap fighters sank her three PBYs on the water, but the tender did escape.

In the near panic and confusion after the all clear, we waited on the pier for Sergeant Mulvane and Corporal Tracy to return, hoping that rescue boats might find them. There was a chance that they had already moved over to the PRESTON, but it was too early, I thought.

Nothing.

I left full identifying information with the senior naval officer concerning the two Marines, but we never saw or heard anything more of them.

That was the hard one.

We had planned to have dinner together that evening, the four of us, and their marked absence was hard for her. After dinner, subdued and fragile, I took her back to our room and Annaliese broke down and cried, just sobbed her heart out. I think she had come to feel at ease with them, trusting them to treat her nicely. She seemed to me particularly sensitive to that with men. I think some of her tears were for her parents, particularly her father. She spoke of him the following morning early when we awoke. She liked to snuggle up to me in the morning to stay warm, and then she talked of him. Her short sentences could draw only on vocabulary that she knew, and in speaking of him she had few words at her command. He loved her, had been careful about her safety, and, I supposed, his concern had caused her to be a bit fearful of men in general. That’s hard to assess after the fact. The news was out by then as well that the Japanese had taken Tarakan… and that meant that her father, mother, childhood home and associated memories were now only in her own mind. Her tears were perhaps a composite of these many things; I couldn’t be sure of any of that. I did know well enough that tenderness was what she needed from me, and comforting her filled my heart with love for her.

Later, we drove the pickup truck out to the field that morning with a load of medical supplies. Considering what we knew of priorities for the attacking planes, I figured I could assess pretty clearly what to expect at the airfield. There was really no need to hurry to see it. Wreckage was wreckage, and getting there sooner would not change anything. Not a single airplane of the dozen or so there on the field was undamaged, and most were completely destroyed. Number FOUR had been fueled and ready to go Canberra the following day. Now it was a fire-blackened scar on the asphalt apron, two charred engines laying askew and the entire airframe, save for a small portion of the tail assembly, nothing but a charred, misshapen, unrecognizable piece of utterly useless junk.

That was all that was left. Seeing that, I was able to then just close the book on my service with VMSB 103. It was over and there was nothing left of it at all.

She sat silently next to me in the cab, and finally I turned away for the RAAF aid station where we were to deliver the supplies. In the process of the day I began to recognize the changes in her. They were subtle, really, others may not ever have detected them, but she had matured quite markedly from the young seventeen year old girl I had visited in Tarakan the previous November. She was still just seventeen, but she had become an adult. She had weathered trauma and loss, left her childhood behind, found the joy of love and security with a man, even as trauma and loss continued. I was grieved at the depth of pain that was hers to endure; yet pleased at her growth and the strength she seemed to draw from her experience… and, I hoped, from my loving her.

Unloading the truck at the aid station with a couple dozen wounded there, she turned quickly to help and worked quite unbidden at a number of the many things needing doing, full of initiative and compassion, heedless of her own needs and anxious to help anywhere she could. When I had the truck loaded with some boxes and other items to move into town the RAAF sergeant in charge let her know I was ready to go, and thanked her for her assistance. She stood from tending a lady’s burned foot and leg, and looked at me, then turned back to complete her efforts in the bandaging. That finished, she slipped her apron off and wiped her hands, and stepped into my arms for a hug.

War and tragedy are ever a terrible event, but sometimes it is the very spur we need to move beyond ourselves to engage in the greater good.

Under the circumstances, without crew and aircraft and my previous assignment perhaps suspended by events, I was wondering how the Navy might handle my further duty assignment. The U. S. Naval Observer at Darwin, a commander whose name eludes me now, was waiting for me when we returned from the RAAF field. There were two sailors there to unload the truck and take it from there, and I asked Annaliese to wait for me a moment while I spoke with him.

“No, bring her in, too.” We were acquainted and had had dinner together a few days before. So, in we went. We chatted pleasantly for a moment and then he said he had had a phone call from Canberra, from the naval attaché. Was I there in the city? Did I still have certain “valuable commodities” in my possession? He looked at me as if I would know what that meant, and shrugged as if to say that he certainly did not. If so, he was to arrange for me to move onward to the Embassy as quickly as possible.

He was waiting for my response and I was not sure how to answer. There was no need to be secretive, nor to doubt his loyalty and identity, but a wise person in the service learns to discern when to talk and when to just let a situation evolve. There seemed no particular reason to be wary, yet, I just answered his questions and left it at that. “Valuable commodities” does not in general usage include people, but the term had been exactly what Commander Vermeulen back in Tarakan had used in his message, and the use of the same phrase now made me alert. Earlier, I had interpreted the meaning to be Miss Annaliese Larsen, even if the syntax seemed extraordinary and inexact. The “commodities,” if my interpretation was correct, had in the meantime acquired yet another, and more permanent cover name. She was now Mrs. Leo Sheppard.

My first inclination was to explain this all to him, but then I decided to just answer in the affirmative. Yes, I had the “commodities.”

Wow, did I ever!

“Fine.” He seemed relieved. “I have made two reservations on the QANTAS flying boat due in here tomorrow morning, headed east for the Queensland coast and thence to Sydney. It’s expected in at 0600, be on the water just long enough to take on fuel and be gone. Can you and Mrs. Sheppard be on the float by then?”

No problem; no problem at all!

Our assignment resolved, we were about to leave, and I grabbed the opportunity to ask him about the anticipated landing of the enemy. Everyone in town seemed to be thinking the Japanese would make a landing in the area and soldiers would be in town by the next afternoon. He thought that indications did not support such fears. There had been no sign of the enemy now for more than a day. He himself, officially and personally, felt that such a danger did not exist… at least not for the present.

He had encouraged the QANTAS agent to move his flying boat onward as quickly as possible, nonetheless. The unspoken admonishment was to not be late to the seaplane float in the morning.

Once in the privacy of our own room the door shut out the world and the troubles of the day seemed to depart from her mind. She felt at ease with me, comfortable, safe… and our conversation moved lightly over many topics. She was a good conversationalist and expressed her thoughts easily, even as she struggled with English vocabulary. When I began to hold her close, or do anything to suggest physical intimacy, she fell silent and submissive as had become her way, and followed me like a little kitten. When I held her and lifted her breasts in my hands she moaned and begged me to love her again. Marvelous!

Nevertheless, despite our growing ease with each other, the specter of the approaching Japanese was too close at hand, dominating all about us. After a restless night we were at the seaplane float well in advance and glad to be away for Sydney on time.

Once in inner office of the naval attaché at the Embassy in Canberra the wraps came off the mystery at last.

I asked Annaliese to wait for me as one of the staff ushered me into his office. The naval attaché was a navy captain, and he had been handed the assignment to continue with the project once the Ambassador had understood that the “commodities” were in the custody of a U. S. naval officer. There was a message from the Commander in Chief, U. S. Asiatic Fleet in Java to that end. The captain inquired as to whether I had the “commodities.”

“Yes, sir, I do,” I responded. He had given no sign that he understood the nature of the commodities and what they comprised.

“Where is she right now?” It was an unmistakably direct question, that told me too that he did know.

“She is sitting in your outer office, waiting for me.”

It was immediately evident to me that he was greatly relieved. The pressure was somehow off, and he sat back and asked me in a casual tone what all had gone on in the Indies and how I came to be involved.

After a few sentences he interjected a question. “Nobody told you what this is all about?”

“Well, I thought it was about getting her to safety.” Was there more to it than that? “No one suggested it was anything special, even though the instructions to get to Canberra and report to the embassy struck me as out of the ordinary.” I waited for him to respond. “Am I missing something, captain?”

He considered my question for a moment silently, looking at the papers on his desk.

“Yes, you are. Of course, if nobody briefed you, you could hardly have known.”

Clearly there was a great deal more to this, of which I was not aware. I waited for him to decide to cut me in now.

“She is in great danger. Her family in occupied Denmark is very active in the resistance to the Germans, and her uncle, as I understand it, is a very prominent scientist. The Nazis want her uncle to “cooperate” on some project, but he is a pretty fiery character, and will not. The Nazis can not put pressure on any of his family because they are all incommunicado in the resistance, probably moving back and forth to Sweden, but at any rate out of their reach. A British intelligence report to the NEI government advised them that an agent in Denmark had tipped them off that the Gestapo had discovered his brother living and working for a Dutch oil company in the East Indies. Dutch naval intelligence had a list of known Nazi sympathizers residing in the NEI, and they were suspected to have radio communications with Germany.

“One of them was spotted booking passage on an inter island steamer for Tarakan, and this alerted someone in Java that the local Nazis might be up to some hanky-panky with the brother and the niece. At that point, evidently, an alert went out to get the niece out and away to some safer place.”

“Then,” I offered a connection, “Commander Vermeulen in Tarakan simply made use of the facilities at hand to get her out and away, and I was available. Do I follow?”

“Well, I guess so. What happened to the brother?”

“Her father died of malaria in December. They had a comfortable home there and that’s why the daughter didn’t want to leave. That had been home for several years.” What else should I say at this point?

“And?”

“On our several survey flights throughout the Indies for the admiral I had flown through Tarakan, well, three times through the summer and fall of last year, and,” I wanted this to sound professional, “become acquainted with Miss Andersen.”

“Ah, there’s more to this story than I imagined. Go on.”

“The evening after Commander Vermeulen suggested I assist in some way, I proposed to her. I knew already that I loved her. We had flown a recon of Davao Gulf just days before and we could see the invasion convoys forming up. I figured Tarakan with the oil was a reasonable target, and I wanted her out of there and safe.”

There was a long silence. I had been planning to do something that could get me in trouble, and I didn’t want to put my neck on the block now after the fact.

“And you were going to fly her out to the south in your plane?”

“Well, captain, let’s just say that the idea had occurred to me.”

“All right. Go on.”

“A Dutch civilian official married us the next morning before we left for Balikpapan. I had her in the jump seat next to me in the plane. It worked out fine.”

“Very cozy, lieutenant. Very cozy, indeed. Why did you delay so long at Darwin?”

“Well, for one, nothing had made her movement to you so time sensitive, and I decided to lay over a couple of days to get some maintenance done on the plane. Then the Japs came and that changed everything.”

“Fine. Quite understandable.” His attitude seemed to pass that all off as no longer pertinent. “That’s all water under the bridge now.” He closed thus one book, while opening another. We sat a moment in silence, and I could hear the gears grinding in his head.

“All right. Thank you for your excellent service, lieutenant. Let’s take Mrs. Shepherd with us and go up and see the ambassador.” He rose and led the way. I introduced Annaliese to him and they chatted briefly, and I could see quickly that this was a high point in his day. In a very fatherly tone he asked her playfully if her husband was taking good care of her, and did she like Australia? She replied with a bright smile and he told her that if I was ever mean to her she should let him know… and he would take care of that!

Annaliese was not entirely sure he was joking until he chuckled and then she could smile back.

The captain took us up to see the ambassador and all seemed to move very quickly from there. The captain made some recommendations, the ambassador handed out some revisions and instructions, and his approval. There was a minute of light banter characteristic of professional diplomats and our time with him was over. As we departed I was reasonably sure things had gone well, but could not discern all that went on. They obviously had covered several tangents of the problem unknown to me.

Back in his office things became more evident. The ambassador was pleased and would let the Danish embassy know that Annaliese was safe, and, confidentially, now the wife of an American naval officer. As far as we went, our personal arrangement was thought quite suitable as a cover. There was no way the Gestapo would ever connect the niece in Tarakan with Mrs. Shepherd in Canberra. The marriage would be certificated by the American Embassy, her presence in Australia cleared through immigration, and I would be ordered to duty at the new U. S. Naval Air Facility at Sydney for the duration of the war. My orders would read for additional duty to the Embassy as assistant naval attaché for air and pilot. Mostly, my duty was to blend into the Australian society and make Annaliese comfortable and safe from the intrigues of the Gestapo by hiding her in plain sight.

I could hardly believe my good fortune.

A little stunned, I thanked the captain for his confidence and his support. He said to check in with him once a week and spend my time getting settled and oriented. We would evolve things as we went along and he would use me in several projects in the works.

I thought that was just great.

The Embassy driver dropped us back at the hotel. We had a light dinner in the dining room and talked and I explained what I could about where we were and what would be happening. Many of the details were so very new to her and she was surprised. She knew of her uncle only slightly. They had last been in Denmark in 1935, and she had been only ten years old. We reviewed what all had happened and then what lay before us. A new life was opening up for both of us together, and we were both very excited.

In our absence the captain had had one of the staff order in flowers for the bride, and they greeted us as we returned to our room. She was thrilled and happy, and pleased to be with me, and her smile lit up my heart.

I kissed her lightly, and she melted into my arms.

“Please, Leo,” she whimpered sweetly, “make me yours.” Her eyes were pleading and grateful and loving and wanting… “Make me, like you did on the beach, please!”

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I accepted his proposal and we married a year later. I enrolled for college taking science and pre-med. We only lasted 5 years but, in those 5 years we had the best sex life……

Lauren heard Brian”s voice whispering, “I love you, Lauren!” and spasmodically, she released her thighs from around him. He immediately pressed in further, pressing against her hymen, causing some pain and bringing great strain on that sensitive membrane. Again, Lauren”s legs clamped him in a scissors that would rival any death grip, as a deep moan escaped her lips.

“Lauren, I love you!” he rasped into her ear.

“I know,” she sobbed.

“Don”t fight me!”

“But it hurts!” she whimpered.

After a moment”s hesitation, Brian whispered, “Do you love me?”

Trembling, Laurie responded, “You know I do!”

“Then give yourself to me!”

Her thighs trembling with fear and lust, she loosened her grip and immediately he thrust into her again, tearing through her maidenhead and entering her to the hilt. She shrieked as he broke through her maidenly defenses, impaling her completely on his member. But then he had the presence of mind to remain still, not so much out of consideration for her, but more basking in the feeling of having his member surrounded by her warm body. And also realizing that he was very close to cumming.

Trembling and sobbing, Lauren realized that the pain she had experienced was quickly passing and she became aware of a new sensation of fullness within. And she felt a greater intimacy with Brian than she had ever felt before. She pressed him against her, wrapping her legs around him, and suddenly he became a madman, thrusting and pounding into her as he cried, whimpered, gasped, and quickly seized . She suddenly felt him spurting his cum into her depths, to be caught by the condom.

Not being sure what was happening, she pressed him against her bare breasts as his spasms continued and his trembling and whimpering gradually faded. All the time he was whispering things into her ear that sounded so sweet and endearing that she could only feel love for him, regardless of the pain and shock she had just experienced.

Eventually he collapsed on top on her. Cradling him between her heaving breasts, she held him to her as she felt him softening and shrinking within her, but he continued to convulse and spasm, gripping her and releasing her without pattern. Slowly, Lauren realized the tremendous need that this man had for her.

Eventually, he slipped out of her and rolled to the side. She felt liquid spreading over her lower regions. With a shock, she realized it was his seed. But that wasn”t supposed to happen! The condom was supposed to prevent that, and she was all wet. She felt with a tentative, exploring hand, and found that when he had slipped out of her, the condom had stayed inside her. She might be wet, but the condom had prevented his seed from going into her. She breathed a deep sigh of relief as she pulled the condom out and looked at it. Obviously, it still contained some of his semen, but she also saw streaks of dark color on it. Gazing at it intently, she suddenly realized that the dark streaks were her virginal blood. She threw the condom aside as she felt Brian draw her to him again, and she basked in the feeling of being held and cuddled and loved by him. He continued to whisper sweeter things into her ear than he had ever said before, and she truly loved him all the more for it.

Eventually, their breathing and emotions returned t normal, and they continued to stroke each other and kiss when they weren”t talking. Soon Lauren realized that Brian was getting hard and absently wondered if they would do it again. She began to draw him on top of her again, and it was not until he made contact with her that he suddenly drew away from her with a frightened look on his face, and rolled to her side.

“Is anything wrong?” She asked.

“No, but - - - ” Brian didn”t want to finish his sentence.

“Was everything all right for you? Did you enjoy it?”

“Oh, yes!” Brian reassured her. “It was great! You were great!”

“I”d like to - - - ” she dropped her eyes, embarrassed at being so forward. “I”d like to do it again!”

Holding her close to him, Brian whispered passionately into her ear, “So would I, but - - -”

“But?”

“But I only had one condom.” Brian was so embarrassed he looked like he would actually cry!

“Oooohhh!” Lauren commiserated.

Miserably, Brian began babbling. “And if we — you know - - - did it — without —- then you could get —- ”

“Sssshh!” she whispered, placing a finger over his lips.

“I wasn”t sure that you really carried a condom,” she admitted, “so just to be on the safe side,” she lifted his hand to her breast again, “I brought my own. . . .”

She reached out to get her skirt from the ground near her and extracted a box from a pocket. Taking out a package, she ripped it open and took the condom in her hand, pushing him onto his back. She was leaning over his waist, about to roll the contraceptive over his erect member. At the last moment, she paused to look at him. “Is it OK? May I?” She asked.

Unable to answer, he nodded his head and she rolled the condom into place. She gazed at his glorious, latex clad penis for a long moment, then looked up to his eyes. Keeping their eyes locked, she rose and straddled his hips and raised herself onto her knees, positioning herself over him. In this position, she knew she was wide open to him. Taking him in her hand, she pointed him upward, and she gently lowered herself onto him, pressing gently downward until he was completely enclosed within her. She felt a little sore, but there was no pain. Purposefully, she squeezed him, wondering if he would feel what she was doing. The expression on his face following his gasp proved to her that he could. She started raising herself and lowering herself on him, as if she were riding a horse English style and posting . . . posting . . . what an appropriate word!

Putting her hands on his chest, she recognized that she was in complete control of their activities.

She rode him carefully, and she became aware of when he was approaching his climax and slowed down. To her surprise, he slowed down also and she began riding him again. She was able to keep him from coming as she felt herself rising toward climax. His hands found her breasts and began massaging her nipples. She bent forward so that he could suck on her nipples while she continued to ride him.

Carefully controlling everything she did, she led them both to a beautiful orgasm together and she felt him pulsing inside of her as she spasmed on him, receiving double pleasure from the knowledge that they had both cum at the same time.

Finally she collapsed on his chest, panting in his ear, feeling his breaths against her hair.

Truly, she had added a third memory that she would never forget.

Idly, she began mentally counting the condoms left in the box and she wondered how many times a couple could make love in a single night.

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