Sex in the Sky

Chapter One

I waited at the bar, waiting and praying that he would show up, afraid he wouldn’t. There was always that fear that gripped my guts when were to meet up.

Toby’s Bar was typical of GI hangouts in Saigon; dark, smoky, not very fancy, with hookers, the whole package, except for one thing. Toby’s also catered to gays. Not openly. He didn’t advertise it but word got around that it was safe for gay soldiers and Marines to go there. It was enough of a mix of straights and women that the MPs never bothered the place. Of course, Toby was strict as hell about flaunting it or being too obvious. Toby was a former Marine, big and muscular, one of the original advisors sent to Vietnam. He liked it and stayed. Nobody messed with him.

I watched every guy who came through the door, if only for a quick glimpse before he was shrouded in the darkness of the bar. Toby got me another beer without me asking for it. I didn’t know if he knew who I was waiting on but if he did he didn’t say so.

“Did she stand you up?” he asked.

“Too early to tell,” I said. That was the way it was….a lot of times he knew better but you talked in heterosexual terms. It was a code; one that even the straight guys respected if they found out about you. It wouldn’t have been that way in any other bar. Toby was quick and quite capable of dealing with loud homophobia. One time there were a couple of guys who looked like raw recruits who came in with the sole purpose of finding and beating up gays. They didn’t make any bones about it. They talked to each other loud enough that others could hear, as they looked around and tried to guess if this or that guy was gay. Toby put a stop to it right away. Politely at first, till one of the stupid shits had the balls to ask him if he was gay. Toby played along with them. He nodded for them to follow him back to the rest room. Moments later, there was a lot of noise back there, then the back door was slamming shut. Toby came back to the bar without a scratch. The other two guys came out, one embarrassedly nursing a bloody nose and the other one with a black eye and holding his stomach. Hell, anybody in his right mind would know better than to mess with Toby.

I didn’t say who I was. Brad Courter, 19, six feet even, 196 pounds, regulation jarhead, buzz-cut Marine. My 196 pounds were good, solid muscle. Most of us were; we had a workout room right in the barracks. The guy I was waiting on was Jason Seaborn, also nineteen but his 195 pounds were spread over a five-ten frame which made him look heavier. He was Navy, which I liked to kid him was a distant cousin to the Marines. More correctly, he was a Navy Seal. Okay, you want all of it….he was a sniper.

I started to get the sweats as the night wore on. He should have been there an hour ago. My guts tightened at the thought that maybe something had happened to him. I tried to shrug it off. It was something we both understood and lived with….. him, obviously, more than me. He was the Navy Seal, doing covert ops. I was just an interpreter at Intel….interrogation…we dealt many times with the guys he sometimes brought in. I tried more than once to imagine how I would handle it if he didn’t come back from one of those missions. I couldn’t even think about it without getting suck to my stomach.

Finally, he was there. I recognized his very masculine frame as he appeared in the doorway and his cocky, sexy walk confirmed it. He had incredibly wide shoulders with balled muscles that looked soccer balls and big arms sticking out of a muscle shirt and his pecs protruded in two solid masses of muscle. He had a waist that made women jealous and his jeans shifted loosely around his waist, held up not by a belt but by his round, tight bubble butt. He sauntered up to the bar and slid onto the stool next to me with that crooked smile as if he weren’t late at all. I didn’t make mention of it either.

“You been waiting long?” he asked.

Toby brought him a beer.

“Only since noon,” I said.

He knew I was kidding, probably knew I was covering up that I was worried. He turned full circle on the bar stool, I thought to check the place out and see if there was anybody he knew or who might know him. There was and he went over to a table to say hello. I was watching in the mirror over the bar. A waitress came up to the table with a half dozen beers and ran her cold hand down his bare arm. He cringed and laughed and smacked her on the ass. A hooker came up to his other side and put her arms around his waist and squeezed his butt and said something in his ear. He laughed and squeezed her butt hard and she left. It was like that with him; with all Navy Seals. They were quiet, unassuming heroes that took it all in stride. I could have been jealous except that I was happy in my own skin, and I marveled that he was as comfortable with me as he was with women. He came back to his bar stool with that little twist and swagger in his hips.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t make it,” I said after first looking around to see if anybody was in earshot. There was nobody except Toby and he didn’t matter but you had to be always on guard about everything you said.

“I did,” he said.

As always, I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of him; especially his huge arms sticking out of his shirt. Dam, they were sexy. It was easier for me to look at him in the mirror but I was still cautious.

Jason looked around the bar and asked. “Did you get a room?”

I nodded. We talked for awhile, bringing Toby into the conversation when he had time. Jason downed the rest of his beer and slid the bottle across the bar with a finality that said he was ready to go.

“Hey, Toby, if those two girls show up, tell them don’t go away, we’ll be back,” he said in a loud voice as he stood down off the bar stool. It didn’t matter whether Toby believed there really were two girls. Somehow, I think he knew better.

A dozen blocks away, down side streets and through alleys, was what was known as the Trent Hotel. It wasn’t designed as a hotel. It was a two-story structure that had been converted to a maze of rooms and they put a hotel sign over the door. On the way, Jason stopped off in a gift shop. I told him the room number, two-thirty-eight, and went on to the hotel. He would spend a few minutes in the shop then leave and go down the alley and come into the hotel by way of the rear stairs. The hotel clerk knew the routine. It wasn’t smart for two GIs to be seen going into a hotel together unless there were one or two women on their arms.

I went up the stairs to the room. I’d already showered and got ready for him. I took a big dose of breath freshener and took off my clothes, down to my shorts. I was waiting on the bed when he came in. He double-bolted the door behind him and went over and closed the shutters over the windows facing the street. He left the windows open that faced the alley and a blank wall but he was always careful, afraid there might be somebody spying from a window across the street.

He began taking off his clothes which always made me breathless, all the while with his eyes on me, and that thrilled me that he was so open about wanting me so. I loved everything about him; his looks, eyes, sense of humor, most of all his body. His triceps danced as he took off his boots and socks. He stood up and his arms bulged as he took off his pants. He climbed on the bed and knelt between my legs, still wearing his muscle shirt and his briefs. He crossed his arms across his chest and pulled his shirt up, his torso spreading out wide when he pulled it off over his head. I leaned up and placed my hands on his sides, high on the V where the finger-like muscles rapped around his rib cage, then on up into his hairy armpits. He tossed the shirt aside and his pecs settled thick and heavy on his rib cage when he lowered his arms. Nice hair there, too, a spattering on each side around his tits then the neat, straight line down the center of his abs, disappearing under the waistband of his shorts. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband to shove his briefs down but I stopped him.

“Wait. Leave them on…..let me look at you for a minute.”

He moved his hands down to his sides and knelt there, a little awkward, with a goofy, embarrassed smile on his face. I let my eyes rake up and down his muscular body, zeroing in on his tiny briefs. They weren’t regulation, although they should have been. The military would save a lot of money on material if they were regulation. There was barely anything to them; two thin strips curved up over his hip bones trying mightily to support the weight in the pouch stretched around his manhood. They barely contained his massive manhood, and stretched so low that you could see the curls of hair over the top.

“You ought to be on a recruiting poster,” I said

“Like this?”

“If I was in charge of recruiting.”

“Is that enough looking?” he asked, shrugging his heavy shoulders.

“Yeah. Are you getting anxious?”

“You know it,” he said.

He shoved his briefs down and lifted each knee to shove them off. His big cock hanging out proudly, not yet hard but thick and meaty, with a network of bulging veins. My breath caught in my throat. His cock was easily six/seven inches, with a network of bluish veins under the silken sheath that gave it a bit of a gnarled, virile look when he was hard. He never got hard fast. It was like he took his time, no big rush, it would be hard when the time came.

“I don’t know how you carry all that around,” I said.

He laughed as he ran his hands up and down my thighs several times then tugged at my shorts. I raised up so he could take them off of me. I watched his muscles bulge and ripple and it was a moment of feeling ravished as he stripped me naked. He tossed my shorts to me and his eyes shifted to my own cock but didn’t linger. He was just noticing, with no particular desire for it except that it made me a man and a man was what he wanted. But there was desire in his eyes.

“Godd, you look good to me,” he said as he leaned up over me on his hands and knees and clamped his mouth over my right pec. I gasped and moaned as he flicked my tit with his tongue then sucked on it. The after-shave bristle on his face felt good.

“Your tits getting bigger?” he asked.

“If they are, you made them that way,” I said. They would get bigger with him sucking on them.

He reached down and lifted my left leg around his hip and I lifted them both, tilting my butt up for him. He slid his cock up and down the crack of my butt, made slick with his precome. His cock was hard now. Hard and big. Hard and HUGE. I trembled a little inside with the familiar anticipation.

“I know you like some foreplay but I’m so damned horny,” he said, poking his cock at the slick hole.

“I’ve told you the foreplay is seeing you come through the door, watching you take off your clothes and walk toward the bed. It’s all the foreplay I need.”

“You’re something else, you know that? So dammed unselfish.”

“I’ll be anything you want me to be.” I said

I felt the pressure of his cockhead against my clenching hole. He picked up my shorts and handed them to me. He was always afraid I would make too much noise.

“I’m okay,” I said.

“I like to see ‘em in your mouth,” he said.

I let him stuff my shorts in my mouth. He pushed and I pushed my asshole back at him with that little twinge of fear that always came over me the moment before I was about to be penetrated and impaled on the huge cock. I tried not to remember the pain. I could feel the awesome power behind his cock, drawn from his tight, hard butt muscles. Suddenly his cock popped through, leaving me wide-eyed as it always did when he entered me, a lot of it from the excruciating pain. He barely paused before he sank all the way in me, all ten-plus-maybe-eleven inches, up to his balls.

“Ohh, Goddddd!” I moaned softly as his cock throbbed deep inside me. The weight of his balls felt wonderful against my butt.

“Ohhhh, Fuucckkk! I’ve wanted this so bad,” he gasped. He held still with his cock buried deep in my guts. “You okay?”

I pulled my shorts out of my mouth. “You always ask that and what do I always say?”

“But I know it hurts,” he said. “Tell me it doesn’t hurt. You can’t hide it, hard as you try.”

“It hurts like hell, but not for long and nothing I can’t handle,” I assured him.

He squeezed his butt muscles several times, forcing his cock to nudge at my innermost being, then slowly he withdrew most of the way then slid back in several times; then he set his rhythm and he was fucking me.

“Ohhh…..Ohhhhh…..Awwhhhh,” I moaned softly.

“Ohh, yeah….you are so hot and tight,” he whispered.

“That’s a true miracle, considering the size of your cock stretching me,” I said.

“You must have muscles in your shit, to be so tight after all these times,” he said. “And so alive! Fuck, it feels like a bunch of tiny fingers squeezing my cock.”

He leaned over me and kissed my chest as he fucked me with a steady rhythm. He kissed down my abs then back up across my chest and along the side of my neck. I turned my face toward him a little but he moved back down my chest. He always avoided my face. He raised up and looked down at his cock going and in and out of me. “Fuck, that is so hot, watching your asshole squeeze around my cock, watching it stretch and pull out when I pull back. Looks like it’s gonna turn inside out.”

“It feels like it,” I said.

He leaned down and began kissing my chest again. He really liked my tits. He loved making them swell so he could suck and nibble on them. He kissed back and forth across my chest, down my abs to the safety point where he didn’t get too close to my cock, then moved his full lips up across my chest to my neck. His lips sent shivers all through me. When he was kissing up my neck again….lingering there…..I broke the spell.

“Go ahead,” I said.

“Go ahead and what?’ he asked.

“Kiss me. I think you want to. It’s all right.”

He trailed his lips back down to my chest and sucked my tits again. Then he raised his head and looked at me. His thick, powerful neck was so sexy and it made me weak inside, he was so handsome.

“I wish you hadn’t said that,” he said hoarsely.

“Why?” I was afraid I’d fucked things up. I well knew how macho he was and maybe the idea of two guys kissing turned him off.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t want me to,” he said.

“How come you didn’t want me to say it?” I asked.

“Because now there’s nothing stopping me,” he said. He lowered his head, his face close to mine. His eyes shifted all around as if he were trying to recognize me, then his eyes met mine. We gazed into each other’s eyes for a long moment; I think a moment of indecision for him.

“I may never do this again but I want to do it once,” he said.

I think I whinnied when his lips brushed over mine, or maybe it was him, or both of us. I didn’t kiss him back at first. I didn’t want to appear too eager; I wanted him to lead the way down this new path of pleasure. I wanted the experiment and the experience to be all his. He flicked his tongue out and traced back and forth on my lips. I let them go slack and he took my lower lip between his. I whinnied softly as he washed it with his tongue. When he parted, my lips were parted to welcome his tongue. When our tongues touched and sent a shiver through me I began kissing him back. He lashed his tongue around mine and I sucked it into my mouth. It was definitely him who squealed when I did that. It turned into a long, experimental kiss, with more passion than I think either of us expected. It was almost more an act of love making all by itself. Finally he broke away with a tiny gasp, his head hung.

“Geezuss, I wish I hadn’t done that,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because I liked it.”

“You liked it but you didn’t want to,” I said.

“That was hotter than any kiss I remember with a woman.”

“I guess I shouldn’t say I’m glad.”

He bent me more in half, my legs spread out wide, and pressed his body down against mine. Our muscles strained and flexed and slid together with our sweat. He fucked me, using long, steady strokes, his great cock gouging out the inner-most depths of me. I was always amazed how I was able to take his huge meat so deep. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hung on. I kissed the hard column of his muscular neck.

“You feel so fuckin’ good….your muscles….its so different from the softness of a woman,” he said.

“Careful what you say, you might get to liking it too much,” I joked.

“I already do,” he said, he said, laughing.

He fucked me hard, he fucked me gentle, he was on the way to fucking my brains out.

“I gotta come. I wanta come so bad,” he whispered. “I’ll fuck you again but I have to drop this load I’ve been carrying around.”

“Give it to me,” I said. He picked up his pace and I hung on for dear life and clamped my open mouth against his neck as he pounded me unmercifully with his big cock. I wished he had clamped his mouth over mine so we could have kissed all through his climax. I held him tight, his muscles flexed hard and rippling, till suddenly he gasped and moaned and trembled and half sobbed. Then his cock was shooting great loads of hot semen deep inside me. It took a long time for him to empty his balls; he had a lot to come. I fought to hold off myself. He would want to fuck me again pretty quick and I wanted to be ready and still primed for him. He hovered over me, his great chest heaving and his abs rippling with his heavy breathing. Beads of sweat dripped off his forehead.

“How long have you been saving that?” I asked, holding him close with my arms and legs around him.

“Since last time with you.” He slowly withdrew his cock and toppled off to lie beside me, as if he didn’t want the intimacy now that he had come. He was sometimes like that. He wasn’t exactly loving when we were together and I was surprised when he shoved his arm under my pillow and pulled me close. He needed this so much. Part of his sexual intensity was the release of all the pressure that he had to leave behind. It was as if all his fears and emotions were drained out of him when he shot off. It was hard for me to imagine Jason being afraid of anything but he told me he was, a lot, when he was out there.

“It’s always so intense after so long a time,” he said.

“The last time was only a week ago,” I said.

“You don’t know how long my weeks are.”

“No, I don’t. I don’t think I could do what you do,” I said.

“Maybe, but what you do is just as important. It wouldn’t do me any good to bring them in if there wasn’t somebody skilled in getting information out of them.”

“There must be a lot of them you don’t bring in,” I said.

He paused. “Most of them I don’t. Most of them they just want taken out. But it’s their call,” he said nonchalantly. “All they have to do is drop their weapon, drop to their knees and put their hands on top of their heads. Except if they’ve done anything stupid, like killed or wounded one of our guys. Then I don’t give a fuck what info they’ve got, they’re wasted.”

I could feel his muscles tighten even as talked.

“You’re just doing your job,” I said. I never knew what to say when he talked about it.

“Yeah, fuckin-A-right, just doing the job. And I’m dam good at it,” he said. Then he changed the subject. “I’m sorry I was so selfish and went off so quick, but I needed it,” he said.

“I could tell, you were so intense.”

“I’ll fuck you again and we’ll take our time. I’ll find your spot and drive you up the walls.”

“You do that anyway,” I said.

We lay quietly for a long moment, staring up at the ceiling fan.

“You know, sometimes, when I’m laying out there waiting for a shot, I let my mind drift back to the time before with you. Sometimes I think that’s what gets me through it.”

“This is the first time you’ve even mentioned that you’re a sniper,” I said.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“I don’t know. We’ve got all afternoon, but we can’t go back to my house. My roommate is there.”

“What about the park?”

“It’s a nice Saturday. Everybody will be there. But I do know a place we can go there. It’s kind of a long walk.”

We pulled into the state park. Mark was right; the parking lot was almost full. He took me along a hiking trail, deep into the woods. Abruptly, we left the trail, and made off into the forest.

This seemed private enough to me, although the ground was going to be a little scratchy. Mark pointed up ahead though. A finger of rock rose out of the ground, catching the sunlight. It was big as a house, and seemed unclimbable. I didn’t know what he was planning until he pointed out a place where the rock jutted out. Behind that was a hidden gully that led straight to the top.

The top was like a stone table, smooth and bare and warm and sunny. “I found this place when I was a kid.” Mark said “I don’t think anybody else knows about it. I’ve never shown anyone before.”

I was glad that Mark had shown me his secret place. It was really nice there. For a few minutes, we just sat together, enjoying it.

Mark lay down on his back, and I lay down on top of him. We kissed for a while. Then I sat up. “Take off your clothes” I said “I want to see you all the way naked.”

“I want to see you too.” He said as he stood up and started stripping. His body was beautiful. I loved seeing him naked. I could see all his muscles. He had the cutest tight butt. His penis hung thick and halfway hard between his legs. “Your turn.” he said.

I felt suddenly self-conscious, but I stood up and started taking off my clothes. I hoped he wouldn’t be too disappointed in my body.

“You’re beautiful” he said, and from the sound of his voice and the look in his eyes, I could tell he meant it. I glowed.

“Did you like playing with Valerie while I played with you?” I asked “I thought it was really sexy.”

His dick swelled at the memory.

“What did her pussy feel like?”

“Like yours, but more hair.” He grinned.

“I think hairy pussies are nice.” I said “I wish I had big boobs like Valerie’s. Why do you think she’s so weird about sex?”

He frowned “I think one of the first guys she went out with tried to rape her. She doesn’t like to talk about it.”

I thought about that. It kind of made sense. She had never said anything about it to me, but she was always warning me about guys, and she seemed so anti-sex, even though she had this hot boyfriend. Who I wanted to fuck, I thought guiltily.

“If Valerie ever has sex with you, will you still want to do things with me?” I asked.

“Yes” he answered “I sure will.”

“Do you want to do things with me now?”

“Yeah I do.”

“Do you want to fuck me?”

He looked at me. His dick was getting hard again. “We can’t do that.”

“You won’t get me pregnant. I have a condom in my jacket pocket.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

I pouted a little.

“Andrea” he said “I’m dating your sister. I’m in love with Valerie. I can’t fuck you.”

I guessed that was a line he couldn’t cross. I didn’t really understand the distinction, but I could hardly force him to fuck me. I figured I should be happy with what I had got.

“I’d like to eat your pussy.” he said “If you’ll let me.”

Of course I’d let him! As soon as his mouth was between my legs, I was in heaven. His tongue was all over me, dancing around my pussy, tantalizing my clit.

“Put a finger inside me!” I begged. I was still turned on from the action in the theatre, and I knew I wouldn’t last very long.

Gently, he complied. His finger felt huge invading the hole where only my small index finger had been before. For a second I was glad that he wasn’t going to fuck me. I didn’t know if he would be able to fit his penis in without ripping me in half! His finger was big enough! I gasped as he invaded me. It didn’t hurt though, and as my little pussy got used to it, it felt really good, especially when he started moving it in and out.

He kept his tongue on my clit as he finger fucked my pussy, and I had an orgasm like I had never had before! I moaned and writhed and kicked my legs, but he held me tight against his face until I was all done.

I kissed him all over his face, tasting my tangy juice on his lips and chin. “Thank you thank you thank you!” I told him “Now it’s your turn.”

He let me explore all over his body. I kissed every inch of him, from his toes to his ears, avoiding for now the succulent treat between his legs. I sucked playfully on his nipples, which weren’t that much smaller than my own. I kissed his hard tummy, sticking my tongue into his bellybutton, which made him giggle. I kissed his tight butt, and even kissed down into the dark musky crease between his cheeks.

At long last, I kissed my way up his ball sac, and finally put my mouth on his delicious cock. I could tell he was really turned on, and I wanted him to feel as good as he had made me feel.

He lay on his side as I curled up at his knees and sucked him. I still couldn’t get the whole thing in my mouth, but I got as much as I could in, and stroked the rest with one hand. He started slowly humping my mouth. I knew he was being gentle and making sure not to hurt me, which I thought was sweet. He played with my hair while I sucked him.

I let my free fingers explore between his muscular butt cheeks. He didn’t stop me, so I guessed he didn’t mind. I thought his ass was so sexy. Touching him there, in that private place, made me just melt. I heard him groan, and his whole body quivered when I found the ring that I knew must be his butt hole. Ever so softly, not wanting to hurt him, hoping he didn’t think it was gross, I tickled his butt. He seemed to respond by humping my mouth more urgently. His cock seemed to swell in my mouth. Throwing caution to the wind, I pressed my finger against his hole. He seemed to open right up, letting my finger in to the second knuckle. It felt incredibly sexy to be up inside him like that. As gently as I could, I started fucking his butt with my index finger, the way he had done my pussy before.

He erupted in my mouth, filling me with spurt after spurt of his semen. I hungrily swallowed it all. I kept sucking until his penis got too sensitive, and I had to let it out of my mouth. My finger popped out of his butt, and we cuddled in the sun, naked together.

I hoped he didn’t think it was weird that I had played with his butt. He didn’t say anything about it. After a while, we started to get turned on again. I could feel the end of his penis tickling my tummy. We kissed and touched for a little while, until he was rock hard again, and I was just melting. Mark rolled over onto his back, and I climbed on top of him, facing his toes, and we “69ed”.

I just couldn’t get enough of his dick. I licked and kissed it, mostly using my hand to stroke him so I could watch as he got more and more excited. I wanted to see him come again.

Meanwhile he was busy between my thighs. His kisses and licks down there were coming close to pushing me over the edge. My butt felt naked and exposed. I hoped that he would play with it the way I had done his.

I felt his breath between my butt cheeks, and then I felt his tongue exploring back there. I took a huge breath and started jerking his cock wildly. The sensation of his tongue near my anus was incredible. He slipped his finger into my ready pussy and tentatively licked my asshole. In seconds, I was coming again, wiggling my butt, trying to get more of Mark’s tongue and finger inside me. He came too, splashing his white come onto my face and his tummy. There wasn’t a lot this time, but it was thick and gooey. I licked up the droplets on his stomach, and he licked himself off my face. After a while, we got dressed again, and walked back to his car. He dropped me at the end of our block, and I walked home. I couldn’t wait to get together with him again.

5.

Jenny had found something else in the box of dirty magazines. At the bottom of the stack, she had found a large manila envelope. In it were all the love letters her parents had sent while they were in college. Some of them were really explicit.

“Dear Jack” Jenny read aloud as she lay on her bed. I was leafing through an old Penthouse Magazine. We had told her parents that we were studying together. It was actually kind of true.

“‘Last weekend was too wonderful for words’” Jenny read on. “‘I get wet and have to touch myself just thinking about it. Five weeks seems like an eternity. I wish we went to the same school, or lived in the same town. I can’t wait to see you again, to sleep next to you, to be in your arms, to have your hot cock inside me again.’”

Jenny looked over at me. “Oh my god” she said “I can’t believe my mother wrote that. About my Dad!”

I thought it was hot. She read on “The next time I come over, I want to have you every way possible. After I suck you and you lick my pussy, I am going to climb on top of you and fuck you until you come inside me. Then, when you are ready again, I am going to make your dick nice and slippery, and I’ll bend over and spread my cheeks wide and you can fuck me in the asshole.”

“Can you believe this?” It was a little hard to picture: Jenny’s dad was a big guy, and her mom was a tiny little thing, smaller even than Jenny herself. “She wanted my Dad to have anal sex with her. Do you think that’s weird?”

I dodged the question. “Jenny, I need to masturbate. Is that ok?”

“Of course” she said “I’m horny too. Let’s do it.”

We quickly wriggled out of our pants and underwear, leaving our tops on. We lay on our stomach on her bed, silently reading more of her Mom’s sexy letters to each other. I thought they were better than looking at pictures. Her Mom and Dad had had a really hot sex life. We played with ourselves as we read, getting more and more turned on.

Suddenly Jenny stopped reading and raised herself up on her elbows. “Andrea can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course” I said

“Promise you won’t laugh at me or think I’m weird”

“Of course I won’t. I’m your friend. What is it?”

Jenny leaned over and rummaged around under her bed. She had a really tiny little butt. I had an urge to caress her, but of course I didn’t.

She came up with a big pink dildo. It was made of clear material with sparkles in it, and it was realistically shaped like a penis. It was even bigger than Mark’s dick.

“Oh Jenny!”

“Sometimes when I masturbate, I use this” she said “Is that gross?”

“No!” I said “I think it’s really sexy.” I was tempted to tell her my secret, but I couldn’t. “Maybe you could let me borrow it sometimes?”

“Sure” she grinned shyly “Any time you want. I used to use my hairbrush, but this is much better.”

She pulled her shirt off and lay back on the bed, legs spread. She started rubbing the dildo up and down her slit. She turned a knob, and it hummed as she worked. She pressed the end of it against her entrance, and her pussy seemed to open up like a time-lapse picture of a rose blooming. I couldn’t believe that thing fit inside her little body, but it slipped right up into her pussy.

“Oh Andrea” she moaned as she fucked herself “It feels so good! I can’t believe you’re watching me do this.”

I couldn’t believe it either. I was so turned on. I couldn’t help myself; I knelt next to her and put my hand on the end of the dildo protruding from her pussy. She relinquished control, moving her hands up to her erect nipples.

I relished fucking her. I slid the dildo deep inside her and then pulled it almost all the way out. Her labia seemed to cling to it like a baby nursing a bottle. The pink toy glistened with her wetness. I pushed it back up inside her and she moaned. I fucked her harder and faster, until my arm started to ache. Her clit peeked out near the top of her vagina, pink and swollen and cute as a button. Not knowing what she would think, I lowered my mouth to her crotch. Still fucking her, I stuck out my tongue and touched her clit with the tip of my tongue. I heard her sharply inhale. I pressed on, licking her clit and fucking her pussy. She tasted tangy and nice. Her body twisted and shook, but I didn’t stop. I kept my tongue pressed against her little clit and the dildo deep in her pussy until her body finally relaxed.

“Andrea” Jenny gasped when she found her voice again “That was beautiful! May I?”

I lay back and let Jenny crawl between my legs. Her tongue and fingers on my sex felt great. Like Mark, but different: gentler and more tentative. I was so turned on I was sure I was leaving a huge puddle on Jenny’s sheets. She pressed the pink toy against my hungry cunt, and I opened up for her. I was a little afraid that it was going to hurt, but it didn’t, not at all. I just felt really full. The buzzing and friction inside my pussy was incredible. I felt a finger brush against my super-sensitive asshole. An accident? I moaned aloud and gave myself over to the pleasure.

When it was over, we rested for a while, just holding hands.

“I liked that.” said Jenny. I could still see my come drying on her face.

“Me too” I said

“Does this make us lesbians?”

“I don’t think so” I said, thinking of Mark.

“Me either” she said “but I’d like to do that again, if you don’t mind.”

“I’d like that too.” I was thinking about that dildo of hers, and all the things that we could do together.

6.

I snuck out the back door when I heard Mark drop off Valerie at our front door. I knew I was taking a risk, but I was pretty sure I could get away with it. Val probably wouldn’t check up on me, and if she did look into my room, I had arranged the pillows so it looked like I was sleeping under the covers. Mom wouldn’t be home until 6 a.m. That should leave plenty of time.

I met him at the end of the block. Nobody saw his car pause at the stop sign while I got in.

“Did you have a good date?” I asked

“It was pretty fun. She gave me a handjob. And she let me play with her pussy again.”

I felt a little jealous, but not very. He was her boyfriend after all. And I was glad my sister was loosening up. “Did she make you come?”

“Yeah.” He laughed “She was kind of grossed out by it.”

“Did you save some for me?” I hoped I didn’t sound plaintive.

“Oh yeah, don’t worry Andrea” he said, and kissed me, “There’s plenty left for you.”

“Are you going to fuck me tonight?” I asked, only half teasing.

“I can’t” he answered. “You know that.”

I still didn’t understand the distinction he made in his head between getting blowjobs and eating out his girlfriends’ sister and actually having sex with her. It didn’t matter. I was looking forward to the action anyway.

“You know” I said, trying to sound casual “I heard at school that some people like to do it in the butt.”

“Do girls actually like that?” he asked.

“Some of them do” I said, looking up into his eyes “I think.”

“Do you want that?” he asked “With me?”

“Yeah” I said “But we should get some lube. You need lots of lube. That’s what I heard.”

We pulled into a drugstore, and he came back red faced with a small bag in his hand. There was a little bottle in the bag, full of clear liquid. The label said ‘AstroGlide’. I couldn’t believe we were actually going to do this.

We went over to his apartment. His roommate was out. We climbed up onto his bed and kissed and made out for a while.

“I want you to fuck Valerie” I said “I want you to show her that sex can be nice.”

“Right now” he said “All I want to think about is you.”

We kissed and touched for a long time, taking our time undressing each other. I liked it when he played with my nipples. Just having him kiss them made them super sensitive, and sent jolts down to my little clit.

“I want to do everything with you” I said.

“Someday Andrea” he answered “Some day.”

“Tonight” I said “I want you to be in my ass.”

“Are you sure you want it?” he asked.

“Oh Yeah”

“Are you sure it will fit?”

“I’m sure” I said, trying to sound confident.

“Ok” he said. “Just tell me if it hurts too much.”

I climbed on top of him, and we did the 69. I used my mouth to play with his dick, bringing him to rigid excitement. He concentrated on my ass, licking and touching my hole until I thought I would go crazy with anticipation. My little pussy was drooling all over his face. I felt his fingertip invading me back there. It felt good.

“Please, Mark I want your dick.”

I crawled off him, and got down on my hands and knees, displayed lewdly like one of the models from Jenny’s dirty magazines. Mark got the little bottle out, and as I watched, he spread lubricant all over his cock. I wanted him so badly.

He squirted a bunch of lube onto my asshole. It felt cold, and made me giggle.

“Are you ready?”

“God yes” I answered, wiggling my behind in what I hoped was a sexy way “Please put your penis in my butt”

He knelt behind me, and as I watched, guided his erection between my butt cheeks. When the head of his penis bumped against my anus, a jolt of sexual electricity shot through me. I moaned and closed my eyes, pressing back against him.

At first I didn’t think it was going to go in at all. It was like pushing against a brick wall. Suddenly, I felt something let go, and he slipped in.

It hurt. I was scared that I couldn’t take it, that my ass would be split open. I felt this huge pressure stretching my butt. I couldn’t help but make a little whimper.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah” I whispered “How much of it is in me?”

“Just the head” he said “Do you want me to take it out?”

“No” I said “Just don’t move for a second.”

I don’t know how long we stayed like that, with the head of his penis buried in my poor little asshole. He patiently stroked my hair as I knelt there, trying to get used to the sensation. I really wanted it; I really didn’t want him to have to take it out.

“Try putting a little more in”

He pushed forward, and I felt his dick sliding up my asshole. I realized that it didn’t hurt anymore. I just felt incredibly full.

“Try a little more.”

He pushed forward a little more, and I pressed back against him. It felt really good. Just a little scary still, like I was right on the brink between pleasure and pain. I didn’t want to stop.

It took a long time, but finally I felt his soft pubes against my butt, and he whispered in my ear that he was all the way inside.

“Now fuck me” I commanded him. He started slowly sliding his thing in and out of my ass. The pain had all gone away, and now it was all sweet sweet pleasure. I can’t even describe the sensation. Every time he pushed inside me, it seemed like his dick bumped into the back of my clit. I was delirious.

My finger found my clit. It was hard to keep my finger on my button with him thrusting into me, but it didn’t matter. Orgasm was washing over me like a tide. It was beautiful. I felt his finger slip inside my cunt as he fucked my ass harder and harder.

“Please come in me Mark” I begged “Please come in my asshole!”

I ground myself back on him as his cock spasmed in my ass. His finger in my pussy sent shockwaves through my body. I loved feeling him come inside me.

We extricated his soft cock from my ass. I felt tender and happy and a little sleepy. We showered together, and then Mark drove me home, with plenty of time before Mom came home.

7.

“Are you fucking my boyfriend?”

I was sitting at my desk, half studying, have daydreaming. My ass was still a little tender from the other night. I was wondering if I could get Jenny to fuck me there with her vibrator. Would that be too weird for her?”

Valerie was standing in my doorway. “Are you sleeping with Mark, Andrea?”

My heart stopped. I had never wanted to hurt Val. “No” I said “But we do… things together.”

“What kind of things?”

“We’ve been fooling around… We have oral sex sometimes, and we’ve had anal sex.” I admitted.

“He did that to you?”

“I asked him to. He wouldn’t fuck me. Val, he loves you. It was stupid and we were horny, but he really does love you. Please, be angry at me, not him.”

“Dre, you should have told me.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s partly my fault. I should have let him… do things. I just never felt ready.”

“I’m really sorry. I don’t want to steal your boyfriend. I won’t touch him again.”

“I need to think about this” Valerie said “I still love you. You’re still my sister.”

I felt terrible all day. My horny selfish pussy had ruined everything. I couldn’t concentrate on school or anything. Jenny asked me what was the matter, but I couldn’t even tell her.

Valerie tapped on my door that night. We talked for a long time. She told me about the guy who raped her, the way her hurt her, and the nightmares afterward. She told me about meeting Mark and falling in love with him even though she was still afraid. We both had a good long cry together. Then she told me.

“I want to have sex with him.” Val said “But I’m still afraid to. Will you help me?”

“Of course I will Sis.”

“Mark’s coming over tonight. Will you be there with me? Will you teach me?”

If Mark was surprised to see both of us when he came over to pick Val up, he didn’t show it. He said ‘Hi’ to me and asked if Valerie was ready to go.

“I thought” said Valerie “that maybe we could just stay in tonight.”

“Um, that sounds ok.” Mark said, glancing at me.

“All three of us.” Valerie said, nodding.

Wordlessly, we made our way to Valerie’s room. I found myself lying on the bed with Mark and Val while they kissed. Then Mark kissed me. It felt weird, knowing that Valerie was watching.

“I want to see you naked” Valerie breathed. Mark stripped, and Val and I admired his tight, slender body. His dick was still soft. I think he was unsure what was going to happen. So was I for that matter.

“Show me” Valerie said to me “show me what you do to him.”

Self consciously, I started to go down on him. I felt Mark’s big dick hardening in my mouth.

“Take off your clothes” Valerie said “I want you to teach me.”

I stood up and we stripped together. Valerie has a beautiful body. She has long, shiny black hair like mine, but that is pretty much the only feature we share. We have the same color blue eyes, but hers don’t need correction. She is tall for a girl, but not as exceptionally tall as I am. She is curvy in all the right places. I have already mentioned her lovely bust; the rest of her body was just as perfect. Her waist was slender, her tummy nearly flat, her hips were gently curved. She had a full bush of dark pubic hair, shyly disguising her petite labia. I felt awkward and unattractive standing naked next to her.

“Go on” Valerie said “Suck him.”

Mark looked from Valerie back to me, and layed down on the bed. His cock was hard and wet and looked delicious. I wasn’t sure just what was going on here, but Val nodded encouragingly, so I got back on the bed with Mark and went back to work on his erection. I really got into sucking his dick. I couldn’t stop my fingers from straying between my legs where my pussy was hot and slick from the excitement of the situation.

“God” Valerie said “You really like doing that, don’t you?”

“Yeah” I said, a little guiltily “I think its fun.”

“Don’t stop then” she said sitting down on the bed next to Mark “Touch my… vagina the way you did the other day” she said to him.

I sucked gently on the head of Marks penis and stroked him as I watched him touching my sister. Valerie spread her legs and held Marks hand against her pussy. She closed her eyes and rubbed his hand up and down her furry slit.

I was getting really excited, and I could tell Mark was too. I didn’t know what was going to happen next, but I was going to have to have an orgasm soon or I would go crazy.

“Mark” Valerie said, sitting up and moving his hand away “I want you to do it to me. I want to have your penis in my vagina. Andrea, will you help me?”

I ran back to my room for the condoms I kept in my underwear drawer. When I came back, Mark and Val were kissing, and she was tentatively stroking his hard cock.

I tore open a package and handed it to Mark. He unrolled the latex down the length of his dick. Valerie lay down on her back on the bed. I sat down and held her hand. She was trembling.

Mark knelt on the bed, his condom-covered penis pointing straight up. “Are you sure you want this Valerie?”

“Yes. I love you Mark.” she said spreading her legs. I could see her pussy, and it looked dry and closed up tight like a clam.

“Why don’t you lick her a little bit first?” I suggested.

“No” Valerie broke in “Just do it to me.”

As I held her hand and stroked her hair, Mark climbed between Valerie’s thighs, guiding his cock toward her pussy. She closed her eyes and winced.

“Don’t worry” he said “I won’t hurt you.”

He was rubbing his penis softly up and down her sex. Valerie was holding her breath.

I saw him press gently forward, nosing the tip of his cock into her. Val’s eyes flew open. “Stop! No. I’m sorry, I can’t. I can’t do it.”

Mark climbed off and kissed her, grasping her other hand. “It’s ok Valerie. It’s ok.”

“Do Andrea instead” Valerie said “It’ll be like doing it to me.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

She nodded “I want this. I want it for me and for you.”

I climbed on top of Valerie. Her body felt nice under me, soft and warm. My pussy was drooling; I was so ready for this.

I felt Mark position himself behind me, guiding his cock into my hot, ready entrance.

“I love you Val” he said

“Fuck her Mark” Valerie urged “Do it to her!”

Mark thrust forward, sliding his girth up inside me. It felt heavenly. It was miles better than the dildo. I wiggled around, trying to get more of him inside me. My breasts were pressed up against Valerie’s, and that felt nice. “Yes, Fuck me!” I gasped.

Mark started fucking me, sliding his beautiful cock in and out of my hungry pussy. “Oh Valerie” he moaned “She feels so good!”

Underneath me, I could feel Valerie’s hand moving, masturbating as her boyfriend fucked me. “Come inside her” she almost snarled “Come in her fucking little cunt!”

“Yeah” I encouraged him “Fuck me hard and come inside me!”

Valerie and I started kissing deeply, sharing tongues in a very unsisterly way. Mark was fucking my cunt hard and fast, and I could feel my orgasm washing over me. I pinched and twisted Valerie’s hard nipples as I came, Mark’s rampant cock emptying itself into the latex condom deep inside me.

We disentangled ourselves, and Mark threw away the used condom. Valerie’s fingers were still busy on her clit. Her pussy was open and drooling. We watched together as she brought herself off.

“Valerie” Mark said, rummaging through his pants pockets “Will you marry me?” He had come up with a small box, and opening it revealed a ring.

“Yes, Oh yes!” Valerie said, tears running down her cheeks “I’d be happy to marry you Mark. I love you so much!”

They embraced and kissed, forgetting me for a minute. I felt a little embarrassed to be there with them at that moment, naked and sticky and still a little horny.

“Maybe” Valerie said, breaking off the kiss “Andrea could teach me about anal sex next.”

Will was a very direct kind of person, and I had decided long ago that I would, in turn, be as open and direct with him as I could. My intention was to tell him right off that I had decided to take her with us, but I paused just a second too long as we approached him.

“Lieutenant, the jump seat beside you will be just right for Miss Larsen. I’ve brought several blankets from the barracks to kind of cushion things and make it more comfortable for her.” His manner was quite matter of fact, as if the entire issue had already been decided.

Then he turned to her pleasantly, in an officious tone, “Miss Larsen, may I be the first to welcome you aboard our little airline. The rather austere accommodations are being upgraded, Darlin’, and we hope you will be comfortable.”

Then back to me with a little vaudevillian pretense of standing at attention and saluting, “At your command, sir!”

That did it. Annaliese knew Will from our earlier visits, and that he could be quite a character, and she was dissolving in giggles. The moment could not have been better.

The next hour was filled with plans and preparations. With the car we went back to her cottage for some basics. She gathered some foodstuffs in a picnic basket, the same one we had used the previous year together, and looked at me with a tender smile, as if we were going on a picnic together that morning. Then, in a sweeping motion, she captured a few mementoes and some clothing in a small bag, her hair brush, her passport, a photo of her parents in a silver frame, and with the bag rolled and bundled under her arm, turned to me. She had, in those few seconds said her good byes and taken her leave… and looked to me confidently to lead her onward.

I selected two of the pillows from the couch, and we walked out to the car, arm in arm, into our future together, such as it might unfold to us.

At operations we checked in. Commander Vermeulen was there, at work, and busy with some charts. Corporal Tracy was there checking in with communications and told me we had message orders from our controller at Ambon to fly south to Balikpapan and await orders there. Fine.

Commander Vermeulen came over right away and greeted us warmly. I took the occasion to ask who at Tarakan might be authorized to perform a marriage on short notice. He seemed not at all surprised, and turned to one of the others in the group working with him, an older man in civil dress. He was introduced as the presiding civilian authority in the area and could do so.

When?

Right away?

Step right over here, please….

Annaliese had worn her best dress that morning, and even after our walk in the relative cool just before the dawn and her efforts at her cottage, she looked just breathtaking to me. She was surprised that all could move so quickly.

The elderly gentleman sat down at a desk to write out by hand an official looking document, which would take a few minutes. I wanted Sergeant Mulvane there, and asked Corporal Tracy to take the car and get him.

The commander chatted with Annaliese and encouraged her to be confident in her future with me.

Within thirty minutes it was done, and I kissed the bride with very great appreciation, and she blushed for all to see and they cheered us on.

I had a beautiful young girl beside me as my wife, a supportive crew, a plane ticket out of immediate danger, and a clearance for immediate take off and orders to Balikpapan, further south on the Borneo coast and beyond the reach – for the moment – of the approaching Japanese. Commander Vermeulen handed me a typed copy of his last radio signal to his boss in Java, pressed into Annaliese’s hand a small envelope as he gave her a fatherly hug, and saw us out the door.

She was a different girl, almost, as we rode in the back seat back out to the plane. She wanted me to hold her, and whispered repeatedly in my ear her love and devotion and appreciation for me coming for her. I stroked my wife’s breast through her dress and she moaned softly in my ear, a most delightful and passionate response… and then pulled away shyly, conscious of the two men in the front seat, and blushing prettily for me.

At the plane we were all efficiency and excitement. Loaded and just about ready, Annaliese was sitting up on the wing waiting for me. Corporal Tracy had read Vermeulen’s signal and called it to my attention… he had advised his boss in Java that he had dispatched valuable commodities in an American plane – giving our call sign – to Balikpapan, recommending immediate routing to Australia for safekeeping, and requesting a copy be sent to our big boss, the Commander in Chief U. S. Asiatic Fleet, who was then also in Java.

Wow!

“Valuable commodities?” He was correct, of course, I did have the commodities, if I interpreted his signal correctly to mean Miss Larsen. More than anyone else could yet know, I had the commodities! However, the idea of the signal itself struck me as odd. He had enough to do with the imminent invasion. That was the morning of 8 January. Within three days the Japanese ships were in sight from his window and Tarakan surrendered the day after that. Why the odd wording about commodities?

Was I missing something? Was in fact Miss Larsen the “commodities” mentioned? No answers.

Well, we had our hands full as well, and there was no time to mull over such details.

Another few minutes and she was settled in the jump seat beside me and we were off and headed south for Balikpapan. She had flown only once before in a KNILM Sikorsky flying boat, and was excited to do it again. She was all alight with enthusiasm and happiness and adventure, and her beauty and youthful happiness infected my entire crew as well.

What a feeling!

I had her with me and we were on our way. Marvelous.

But she would make it yet more so.

The back of the jump seat was adjustable and I had moved it forward, so she would be sitting with her back forward and looking aft. That gave her more legroom and there was a small, round window on her side to look out. She had access to her bag and the picnic basket behind my seat, and the two pillows and the blankets made it rather cozy. Her seat was set a little lower than the pilot’s, and it proved very practical for her to lean over and rest her head on my thigh. When she did that she relaxed, and I could caress her shoulder through the blankets wrapped around her to keep her warm – up just a few thousand feet and the temperature was much cooler. She got quite comfortable and enjoyed the flight.

Actually, we both enjoyed being together. I slipped off my leather glove and let my fingers wander through her soft hair, and over her pretty face, trace slowly the classic line of her chin, and meander then to the soft skin of her throat. She had the blanket wrapped around her against the chill, and pulled my hand inside to keep it warm. My hand was soon at her breast again, holding her, and she relaxed and seemed to enjoy my caress.

After a few minutes of holding and caressing her gently, a little squeeze now and then, I wiggled my fingers a bit and she giggled, and I set about unbuttoning the front of her dress. With the engines and the wind I could not hear her soft moans of pleasure, but my fingertips picked up the delicate vibrations in her chest. Taking her bare breast in my hand was something very special to me… extraordinary! She was full and firm, yet yielding and silky soft, and… well, very feminine and very loveable.

She took a couple of very deep breaths then, pushing her breast into my hand, and then pulled the blanket tighter and, with her own, lovingly held my hand to her.

It was a very pleasant flight.

We had easily an hour and more of just cruising, and I adjusted things to keep my right hand free. That is, free to be fully occupied with her. With her deep breaths and thrusting her breast into my hand, I recognized that her passions and desires had been awakened, just as holding her in the night and now, even with just one hand, had aroused mine.

From the first she held my hand close to her. As I squeezed her gently and my fingers played across her tender, velvet-like skin, she wiggled and responded to my caresses, and then relaxed more and more, letting my fingers roam where they would, opening the blanket on occasion to watch them stroke her softly.

She turned her head up to me… shy, vulnerable, surprised at my fondling her and the sensations I brought her, welcoming my caresses, not knowing what she was supposed to do. I returned her smile and mouthed silently that I loved her. She watched my mouth intently, then smiled her sweet surrender and laid her head on my leg.

When my fingers focused on her tiny nipple, holding it gently and pressing only lightly, her breath caught in her throat and I could almost hear her cry out.

These were new and exciting sensations for me as well as her. I marveled at the gentle and very enticing curves and the beautiful contours of her full breasts. They were both so very firm and well shaped, while at the same time delicate and soft… and the sensation of her breast in my palm, with her little nipple pushing against my palm as I held her, was more fantastic and wonderful that I had ever imagined could be.

After the first few minutes… well after the first little while, several minutes probably, I grew bolder and let my had roam all over her upper body, up to her throat, and out over her shoulder and down her arm a ways before the fabric of her dress halted me. Then onto her back a little, to the nape of her neck and under her ear, then back down her throat slowly… and with one finger down between her breasts in little wiggly motions, and she giggled and looked up at me with a sweet smile and dancing eyes.

Tickling her a little helped us both break the ice.

Under the blanket, though, her dress was down off both shoulders and she lay against my leg, her head drooping and arms at her side, constrained by her dress, and limp like a rag doll. Her breasts were bare and swollen and flushed with my caressing, and she was panting. I could look down at her beside me, not much more than fleeting glances really, and the exquisite view of her was enough to stop the world. It was only with considerable self-discipline that I kept my thoughts sufficiently focused on flying and the job at hand.

She was a very pretty distraction.

I continued to caress her. Some would say I was playing with her. It was different, I told myself, when the girl was your wife and you loved each other… that made it entirely different, and the playing became something intimate and very special between just two. I drew little circles around her one breast with my fingertip, slowly getting closer to the tip. Her breathing was very labored and she obviously delighted in me fondling her.

I didn’t think it was such a bad pastime either.

When I slipped my hand under her one breast I discovered something quite nice. Holding her was wonderful, but when I lifted her breast gently, taking its weight in my hand, she cried out… I could just barely hear her. She looked up at me again, eyes closed this time and her mouth open and gasping for air, but she responded to my lifting with a most passionate moaning. She was exquisite!

After a time she calmed and relaxed and seemed to rest. I pulled the blanket across her body before she got too cold. Each time I seemed to be pulling away she moaned and moved in the cutest little way to beg me not to leave her.

I worked her shoulder through the blanket a while, running my fingers up into her hair and caressing her gently. She seemed to drift off, soothed and happy. Withdrawing my hand was for her at first withholding warmth and life itself, but when I touched her nose and she felt me turning the plane, she let me go, if reluctantly. Gradually she recovered her composure, and as we taxied to the apron following the truck ahead of us, she was sitting up, facing me.

I thought at first that she would herself tend to her dress, but flushed and aroused and submissive, she seemed not to be so inclined and just looked at me with her soft eyes, and that saucy little pout on her pretty mouth. She had become very undone. Her eyes were shy and downcast, and she was waiting for me to lead her, and seemingly not anxious at all at having so let go of herself with me. She was quite fetching. As I shut down the engines and we could suddenly hear ourselves think again, and the stifling humidity flooded into the cockpit after I opened the canopy, I leaned over to her and spoke softly, “My pretty darling, thank you for being so open and fresh and lovely just for me. You are a delightfully beautiful girl, Annaliese, and I have enjoyed holding you close and feeling your love for me.” When she lifted her face to me it was something wondrous to behold. Her eyes were soft and tender with love, and it was very evident that she was mine. I pulled her dress up and over her shoulders and across her pretty breasts and buttoned her up properly.

“Your hands are so very gentle, Darling. I love you.” Her soft words were rich and full of feeling. The world was good!

We had, in previous months, carried messages, mail, and even special passengers for Bataavsche Petroleum and when we got to the field at Balikpapan, the company had a car to meet us and nice quarters prepared. That was midday on the 8th when we landed there, and there was no avoiding the impression that tragedy loomed unmistakably. The Japanese were close, and no one thought it would be much longer.

It wouldn’t be.

I encouraged Annaliese to just sit a moment and brush her hair if she wanted, which would, of course, allow her to gather her composure after my fondling her. I was getting out, and when she felt she was ready, I said, she was to stand up on the seat. I would be watching and see her head sticking out and climb back up on the wing to lift her out.

The BPM official had already arranged for the plane to be refueled, and Mulvane and Tracy would remain with the plane to see to whatever checks and servicing they could manage as well as the fueling. Corporal T let me know that he had completed copying a coded message from our controller before checking out with Ambon Radio minutes before we landed, so any message for us would now come via the Dutch radio at Balikpapan. Normal procedure for us. Sergeant M took pains to get the plane sheltered as best could be. There was no real shelter available, and with several hours of daylight remaining, there was still significant danger of air attack, although much less now at Balikpapan as we were farther away from the Japanese. The Dutch bowser towed ol’ Number FOUR tail first into the shade of several large trees at the edge of the field, and the motion of the plane slowly rolling made her anxious and she stood up, and we waved and she giggled with her hand over her mouth. She was so very cute in her mannerisms.

I helped her down, and she brought her picnic basket with her, asking if I was hungry. Together we moved a safe ways away from the plane during refueling, and while Tracy and I slaved over the message to figure out what may be there for us, Annaliese opened her picnic basket under trees in a little clearing and began to fix some snacks for us, pending a decision on what came next. There was always danger of fire and explosion when refueling an airplane, so Tracy and I picked up her things and we moved her a good ways away, and explained to her why. I reminded her too of the danger from enemy fighters and to listen for airplanes. She eyed me carefully and was more than a little anxious, but I could feel her effort to put on a brave face as well, and her fixing snacks was a way for her to contribute and gave her something to do. That’s not to suggest it was not appreciated. It helped her when Tracy thanked her for a big slice of good cheese.

My including her in the team struck a resonant chord, and she beamed at me with delight, as I turned back to Tracy and the message. Within another minute she had a big sandwich prepared for the corporal and held it up, sister-like, for him to take a bite, and, had he not been with the program before, that gesture would have won him over. He was thrilled at her attention.

It was also a good sandwich, with his favorite kind of cheese. When you live and work close to each other and scrounge for food, you get to know people’s likes and dislikes. Corporal Tracy liked a good Dutch Gouda, and that was just what she had given him.

Working together, Tracy and I finally had enough to dope out the text and clear a couple of garbles:

XXX four fm homeplate x major in one ftr SIXTH recon X vmsb103 now disestablished x proceed australia via raaf darwin to report to alusna canberra for further orders x good luck xxx

We stood a minute and took that in. “Homeplate” was our squadron operations controller, who had moved from Del Monte to Laha with Major Crenshaw just days before. The message was a real jolt to us both. Our little project was liquidated and we were now the last of our twelve Marylands still flying. The Major and his crew in ONE had been lost on a scouting flight the previous day.

That’s what ‘FTR’ meant… ‘failed to return.’

From earlier messages we knew that FIVE and TEN had aborted at Del Monte, and then were destroyed the same afternoon by Jap planes. Our number FOUR was now the last plane remaining of the twelve with which we had started just a year before. There were still a half dozen of the fellows at Ambon, and doubtless they would be picked up by the Navy’s Patrol Wing TEN organization operating there. Our squadron, however, Marine Scout Bomber Squadron 103, was history.

That all meant reorienting our thinking, and actually the message simplified our situation immensely. I had Annaliese with me and my two crewmen, and now orders out of the area. It was heaven-sent for sure; we could hardly be more fortunate, really. We were to fly on to Australia. ‘ALUSNA’ was American Legation U. S. Naval Attaché… the American Embassy in the Australian capitol. No arguing with that! We, all three of us, knew the Allies had nothing strong enough to halt what we had seen of the Japanese on Luzon and at Davao, and now we had been ordered out. Not very patriotic, of course, to just leave everybody else behind, but we were trying to be realistic in our long term view. Nobody said anything, but they with me breathed a sigh of relief… and taking Annaliese with us appeared now to be no big problem.

“OK, Corporal, get the charts out of the plane so we can plan out our flight path; I’ll talk to Sergeant Mulvane.”

He nodded gravely, full of mixed feelings, and headed for the plane. Before I said anything to her, I wanted to get Mulvane’s thoughts. It was just the way we operated. We were only a minute side by side and Tracy handed me the charts and took over the fueling and waved the sergeant away to confer with me.

Mulvane seemed a little bent at the message, but I knew his anger was at the Japanese. He had not been that enamored with Major Crenshaw’s command style, but Sergeant Mulvane was a Marine – first, last and always – and I would never have seen his reservation had we not been working so close together. I knew, too, that Gunnery Sergeant Allard, the Major’s NAP and navigator, was a very close friend and drinking buddy. The reasonable assumption was that the Gunny had been in ONE when it went down. That hurt, and Sergeant Mulvane translated hurt into anger. It was his defense mechanism.

He swallowed all that in barely a heartbeat, and I would not have seen that either but for our experience together. These Marines were tough as nails. I was proud to be included in their group.

“We’ve got a pass out of area to return with more strength and whip these Nip interlopers, Will. My thought is that we make the hop to Makassar yet this afternoon. We’ve got five hours of daylight left and we can make it in…” measuring the distance on the chart roughly with my fingers, “in three at the most. Then hop on to Penfoi the next day and then were are beyond the reach of fighters at least, and can breathe again.” I paused briefly. “What’s your read of the situation?”

“It’s against my nature, Lieutenant,” there was fire in his voice, and I knew why, “to turn my back on these dirty SOBs… especially with those fellows up on Luzon, who are never going to get out of that trap.” His tone was dripping with tension and fury at the situation. He was thinking of the fellows in the squadron still in the PI, and, too, of the FOURTH Marines. The American position in the Philippines was going down the toilet, and the entire FOURTH Marine Regiment and all the rest with it. “You’re right, however…,” his tone was clipped and decisive, “as usual. Besides, we’ve got,” and his voice mellowed quickly, “that sweet young girl to think about now as well.”

He paused briefly and then looked at me.

“It’s always hard to mix love and war, sir, but… I’d have done just what you did up there. She’s a first class lady… and those damn Jap soldiers would have….” He stopped short, and we just looked at each other, thinking the same thing, and the fire was back, smoldering just under the surface. Back in the PI in November, as we met some of the FOURTH as they arrived from duty in North China, we gathered a lot of information. They had seen for several months how the crude and obnoxious Japanese soldiers treated Caucasian women in Shanghai and other places, some of the White Russian girls for instance.

Not pretty.

He made only the briefest pause and then grinned, his attention shifting, “And, if I may make a casual observation, Flags,” he would only seldom use my Navy nickname to my face, and then only when he wanted to drive home a point, “she thinks the world of you, you lucky stiff!”

“Thanks for your support, Will, from a good friend that means a lot.”

“I’ll get this fueling completed and we’ll be on our way. This would be a hell of a time to let those Jap bastards catch now.” He turned away to get on with the business at hand.

Thinking about the situation, I figured we were probably beyond the range of Japanese fighters, but they used their twin engine bombers for recon work, too, and one bomber making a strafing pass could turn ol’ Number FOUR into a funeral pyre, and we didn’t need that.

The BPM man was surprised, but understood quickly what I meant to do. I asked for some food supplies to take with us and he said there would be no problem. It made sense for me to check in with operations, and it was evident that Annaliese was anxious about remaining with the plane if I left… actually, she was shy and felt very ill at ease without me around, so I took her with me. I waved to Will, now with his own sandwich and beer in hand, and he estimated an half hour max to complete fueling, and we were off.

At the Ops shack, while I checked on weather and such details she gathered up the bread and a couple of liters of fruit juice, water, a can of marmalade, and six bottles of beer, and fresh fruit that appeared from somewhere.

Weather was really rather bad; heavy rain and low visibility over Makassar Straits most of the way, but the latest from Makassar Town, our next stop at the southwest corner of Celebes, was four-tenths cloud and wind at fifteen knots from the east, holding the weather front off the coast. If it held, that would do just fine. I checked on radio freqs for the Makassar controller, and minutes later were headed back for the plane.

The two of them had the fueling completed and the bowser passed us on the way out. Wolfing down Annaliese’s sandwiches and enjoying another Heinekens, they were keeping one eye peeled for any aircraft overhead. Nothing so far.

Corporal Tracy, mouth still working on the last of his second sandwich, maybe it was his third, made a comment about how the food on this flight was better than anything that was served on the Pan American Clippers, and Annaliese smiled sweetly at him in appreciation. No Marine – no sailor either, for that matter - is above having his heart melted by the shy smile of a pretty girl, Corporal Tracy among them.

“Hell, Sergeant,” he turned to Will with a swagger, pulling out his sidearm, his .45 automatic, and waving it the air wildly for effect, “I can lick the whole Japanese Navy now! Let’s go get ‘em!”

Farewells and preparations were brief. Tracy was to check in with ops on 2716 for departure and weather updates, then shift later to 3206 for Makassar field. She handed each of them a bottle of the beer and we climbed aboard, I got my princess settled in her seat next to me and we stowed the food. The Maryland’s electric starters worked well, and the BPM man waved us out onto the field as I completed my preflight. Tracy let me know Ops had given us a green light to go. We were off. Our ETA at Makassar was 1630, with two hours of daylight remaining beyond that.

Up forward in the nose Will would be doing most of the navigating. We had agreed we would angle southeast across the Straits to hit the Celebes coast and then turn south for Makassar, mostly because we expected the weather to be less violent along the coast.

She didn’t like wearing the extra headset, especially since she knew that anything she said to me or I to her would be heard by the other fellows. She sat quietly beside me and, as the temperature dropped with the wind and altitude, she snuggled up in her pillows and blankets to keep warm, pulling the two blankets tightly around her legs. When she looked up at me her blue eyes were bright, and she smiled at me lovingly.

“There’s a ship off to the right ahead.”

It was Will’s voice; I could see it now too, well ahead and off to the right maybe a mile off our course. We were well out over Makassar Straits then, just where the shipping might be expected in the deep water channel, but there was little chance of the ship being enemy. We were too far south for that.

“Let’s take a closer look!” I adjusted our course slightly to pass closer. We were only about four thousand feet, with heavy thunderheads to our right and off yet a ways. “I’m comin’ down to deck level.” We would get our best look close to the water and I planned to make one pass astern to get her name if possible. Will would have his glasses ready.

The ship was not a large one, probably an inter-island steamer. She hoisted her Dutch ensign as she saw us approaching and turned her stern to us. We zoomed by with the ship on our right and I motioned to Annaliese to look out her little window. She watched the ship and then turned to me with a smile. That smile made my heart soar!

Will said he got her name, and I pulled the nose up to gain some altitude. Within a few minutes Will had passed the ship’s name, course and estimated speed and our position back to Corporal Tracy and he was busy keying out our report on his radio to the U. S. Navy headquarters in Java, using the same radio circuit the Navy boys in their PBYs used to make their scouting reports.

The rest of the flight was routine, and we were soon on the field at Makassar, picked a place on the apron to park and shut ‘em down for the night. The Dutch officer in Ops estimated that they would get some rain during the night and probably most of the next day. Accordingly, we planned a dawn take off, rain or no, to get clear of the weather as well as the Japanese.

Sergeant Mulvane made a gallant proposal, that if I were to accept the responsibility of caring for “our” passenger – he emphasized the plural possessive pronoun – he and the corporal would attend to the plane, suggesting a 0600 take off for Penfoi. I accepted, and in the car that was available to us, directed the driver to the Grand Hotel, leaving him instructions to pick up the crew in an hour.

Once at the hotel, I tipped the one Dutch fellow we knew from earlier visits and asked him to send out some of their best food and some beer to the crew of the American plane at the field, and a nice dinner order and some fruit juice to our room. I checked us into a nice room, signing for it for the first time in my life as Lieutenant and Mrs., and the first time ever with a girl in my company. It felt both incredibly wonderful and a little strange at the same time. We were alone together for the evening and able to relax and eat and talk like we had been unable to do in the plane.

“Teach me something new,” she begged in her dainty voice, as we sat together eating. Her trusting, tender manner just flooded my being with love and joy and, I rose, took her hand in mine, and led her to the large bed.

Now all the barriers had dissolved away.

She was my wife!

It may not yet be clear whether this is a story about a girl… or about airplanes and men at war. Well, at the time things were pretty intense and mixed up. Those who have not experienced the stress and constant terror and continual change and uncertainty that accompanies armed conflict, on both sides, probably won’t relate to that entirely. I was having a hard time myself as the two major emotional demands on my being made themselves so very proximate and incessant when I hardly thought I had resources to handle one at a time.

Sixty Marines had been scraped together at San Diego and shipped to the Philippines in November 1940 with fifteen aircraft scrounged from a French order taken over by the British and then repossessed by the USA. There was a move afoot at the time to move the entire Second Marine Air Group to the Philippines embarked in the aircraft carrier YORKTOWN, and, probably, the formation and movement of the squadron was part of that. Then the policy changed, the Asiatic Fleet would not be reinforced, the carrier and the Second MAG move was scratched, but the freighter that carried our planes and personnel arrived in January.

There was no supply pipeline for the planes, and the only way for the squadron to manage was to hold three of the crated planes and engines for spares and replacements. Someone decided to attach the unit to the Navy’s Patrol Wing TEN and thus, alongside VP 101 and VP 102, Navy patrol squadrons flying PBY Catalina flying boats, the orphaned Marines were commissioned as VMSB 103 – a Marine Scout Bomber Squadron. So, there we were, twelve Martin light bombers… there was never an official designation, and we only supposed the Navy would get around to calling them SBM-1s someday, e.g. Scout Bomber, Martin, first model, in the typical Navy/Marine Corps pattern. I’m not aware that they ever did. We soon just called them by their sequential squadron number, ONE through TWELVE.

To assist the Marine major in command, Patrol Wing TEN assigned one naval aviator officer as squadron liaison… thus one Navy lieutenant was tossed into the world of sixty wild and wooly aviation Marines… me. Plane Number FOUR soon became mine, and my observer / navigator / plane captain / crew chief was Sergeant Will Mulvane, a skilled a dedicated navigator and aircraft mechanic of extraordinary talents, of which I was often the benefactor. Back after rode the radioman / gunner. Another young Marine was originally assigned, but later Corporal Tracy replaced him.

The Asiatic Fleet took an odd turn with VMSB 103. The squadron’s planes were intentionally left unmarked except for the single numeral on the fin. As such, the Admiral sent us on all manner of strange missions to places where, in the pre-Pearl Harbor political environment, an American military plane might otherwise have been, well, too obvious. The Dutch and Australians themselves welcomed us; it was the Japanese operatives in the Indies that would have reported us, and probably did anyway. Tokyo, someone thought, would have been upset. Whether they ever were, we never knew. Anyway, our twelve SBMs made numerous survey flights throughout the southern Philippines, and then south into the Dutch East Indies and to several fields on the Australian coast. As a result, the Asiatic Fleet’s knowledge of airfields and local conditions was many times better than it would have otherwise been.

FOUR made three flights altogether that took us via Tarakan on various assignments in the pre-war months. When war came all that changed. We loaded real ammunition for the guns and painted white stars on the planes… the ones that were left.

OK, that’s the background on the war stuff. Here’s the dope on the girl, some of it.

She was just seventeen, and one might have thought her still a child. Of course, she was… had been in many ways. She was also a blossoming young woman eager for the adventures of life that awaited her, though she had only a vague idea of what those might be. She had blossomed quite dramatically through our first night together as man and wife.

We arose early in order to keep our scheduled departure for Penfoi, and I thought her beautiful and fresh and enchanting as we showered and dressed and had a quick breakfast in the hotel, but I was too enthralled myself to perceive the changes in her I had witnessed through the night together.

Sergeant Mulvane was not.

He and Tracy had gone out to the plane earlier and sent the car back for us. When we arrived all was pretty much in readiness. Tracy was in his place and Will was waiting for us. The storm was rolling in off the sea now and the day threatened to bring some serious rain, and we wanted to be away to avoid that. I helped her from the car and took her bag, and as she emerged and stood at my side Will was visibly impressed, and his mouth seemed to be paralyzed for a moment. He smiled pleasantly and then greeted her with a warm and friendly word, complementing her on her beauty, welcoming her aboard as our fourth crew member to assist the pilot. It was a playful bit of gallantry meant to ease her concern, and he was good at such glibness, but through that shown also, at least to me, that he saw her now as she had blossomed… she was no longer just a young girl, she had become a young lady in the fullest sense.

Will and I had talked of women and girls at length, and we understood each other, though we perhaps each had very divergent standards. What he saw that morning in my wife of one whole day was not the girl we had known in and brought with us from Tarakan, but a gracious and feminine young lady that inspired his greatest respect and highest regard.

“Good morning, Will.” Her voice sweet with friendliness in response, and she handed him the chocolate bar from the hotel cantina she had brought especially for him. “Where’s Corporal Tracy?” she inquired brightly, a second bar in her hand for him. Will wheeled and led her to the side of the plane and tapped on Tracy’s little window for him to open up.

She handed him her gift daintily, smiling at him. She had, indeed, changed. She was still shy and reserved, but her movements showed us too that now she felt confident that she belonged with us. She was a picture of exquisite feminine beauty!

“It’ll be raining very soon, Lieutenant, and the weather-guesser is predicting a downpour; all’s ready, sir.”

I lifted Annaliese up onto the wing and then tossed her bag up beside her. Will and I did a quick preflight around the plane and discussed the engines. The port engine was beginning to burn a little oil, he said, but nothing serious.

Before he climbed up into the nose he turned to me, with a somber, fatherly tone – he was a year older than I at thirty, “You did well by her, son, “she’s glowing this morning”. I have never seen a more beautiful girl in all my life!”

More pleased with myself perhaps than any man has a right to be, I thanked him and told him to get aboard and quit wasting time, we had to get off ahead of the rain. I ducked under and then climbed up myself onto the wing, we got Annaliese settled into her seat, and, as I was getting settled myself, I looked down at her. She “was” glowing as she looked up at me with adoring big blue eyes. I leaned over to kiss her and she reached up to me, wanting my kiss.

The patter of the first heavy raindrops on the metal airframe caused us to draw apart, and she was gasping for breath. The canopy above my head was still open and a few drops fell on her upturned cheeks, rosy and warm from our kiss, and I swept them away lightly with a fingertip. I could not imagine a more beautiful girl.

Turning my attention to our airplane, I pulled the canopy closed, checked with the fellows, started the engines and we were soon off for Timor.

Now, as we headed for Penfoi, the field near Koepang, Dutch Timor, these two deeply personal interests seemed to be at cross purposes.

Though I was piloting an American warplane across the Indies, my heart and head were reeling with the delight of the previous nights experiences. My experience with women to that point had been, shall we say, circumspect, “i.e.” less that fully intimate physically. That’s right, I was a virgin. I’d never had a girl before. That ultimate experience was something special in my book, and it was to be with one girl and only one. I expected I would find one that would feel the same and save herself just for me.

I had.

During the previous night, two who had held themselves in waiting, dropped all pretense and reserve and, in the solitude of the rather nice room in the Grand Hotel in Makassar, we consummated our marriage… gently, patiently, tenderly, and then with greater confidence and desire and passion for each other. It was, how can I say it, a magnificent experience! I wanted very much to make it memorable for her, and for us both it was an earthquake-like, before-and-after demarcation in our lives.

The fellows were quiet during the flight, their thoughts probably dominated, as were mine, by the magnificence of having a young lady like Annaliese with us in the plane.

The flight was neither long nor exhaustive. Penfoi was about 400 miles, and Darwin another 500 beyond that. We might have done it in one hop, but there was no sense in straining things. We cruised at 230 mph south and east, topped off at Penfoi and chatted with the RAAF fellows there about recent developments and got the latest operations dope on Batchelor Field at Darwin, stretched our legs a bit in the sunshine, and during the fueling Annaliese produced from her picnic basket fruit and delicious sandwiches made on the spot. She was very clever in this department, and Will and Tracy were both impressed and delighted. So was I. We had never before eaten this well on a flight.

The Australians fellows gathered around us like flies… around her, actually, happy to have a pretty girl in their midst. They playfully begged a sandwich or two, and after a moments hesitation, with Corporal Tracy having stationed himself protectively by her side, she responded playfully, in her limited English, that her sandwiches were for “authorized crew members only.” The cobbers, of course, thought such an uproariously funny comeback, and promptly volunteered for service in the U. S. Marines. Corporal Tracy, joining in the banter, allowed as how few of them could pass the requirements… and more uproar followed.

Most of the revelry missed Annaliese, as her English was too elementary to catch the gist of the Aussie humor. Just as well, as some of it got rather bawdy and suggestive. But what I noticed, too, was that Tracy seemed to know when to break off the party and get her back to the plane. They arrived, several Australian fellows still trailing along behind like puppies, as the fueling bowser was disconnecting. I concluded that Will and Tracy had been signaling each other somehow. The corporal waited with her next to plane for me to come and lift her up onto the wing. Several would have been willing to do that, but he knew me and wanted to respect her in this way. I was impressed with his awareness of things and skill in handling people like that.

I had been talking with the senior Australian sergeant in charge of the fueling bowser, and watching the progress of things, finally signed the chit for the fuel, and, for the benefit of the watchers, turned to the others in my best Yankee western drawl, “All right, saddle up, boys, we’re headed outta here.!”