Buzz Montgomery's knuckles hadn't hit the door three times, raising a guarded rapping sound, when Sibal jerked it open. The blackout was so complete, the night's darkness so intense, Buzz saw little except a circular plane of whiteness, rather than the distinct features of her face. But the French perfume she prized so came to him unmistakably.
As Sibal's complaining voice did, instantly chiding, "Where in bloody 'ell you been, love? Me father's been gone on 'is Home Guard Patrol two hours. I been freezin' me bloody arse off, waitin' here to let you in, 'stead of bein' tucked snug as a bug in me bed. Where in bloody 'ell--"
Buzz pulled her luscious limey flesh close and kissed her soundly, chopping short her whining voice. When he pulled his tongue out of her mouth and raised his lips from hers, both of them were more than a little breathless. Buzz had a feeling his kiss couldn't take full credit, however, for Sibal's breathlessness. He knew her too well. This limey bird always built up a lot of excited anticipation from one night to the next, without waiting an extra two hours.
Before she could resume her whining complaint about that wait, Buzz asked, "How'd you like me to go about showing you how much I love you, sweets?"
He knew Sibal had to have four or five years on his own eighteen years of age, but he'd addressed her as if she wasn't more than a fifteen-year-old child the first time he'd laid eyes on her and she'd loved it. He'd gathered that a limey spinster's lot wasn't easy and with her fiance killed in almost the first action of the war, even before Dunkirk, all the other eligible young men her approximate age mobilized and her stuck here looking out for her aged father in this isolated village in the English backcountry, Fate had seemed set on forcing her into spinsterhood, regardless of her natural beauty and obvious physical charms. So she'd fallen for Buzz like a ripe peach the first time they'd laid eyes on each other, after his heavy bomber group arrived from the States.
"Would you start loving me tonight that way you showed me after we bathed together that night last week, love?" Sibal whispered, so breathless she was almost gasping. As she spoke, she began eagerly tugging Buzz through the inner blackness of the old house toward the stairs leading to her second-story bedroom.
"You want to take time for another bath together before we get our loving started?" Buzz asked.
"I bathed meself right good and proper earlier tonight, love, hopin' you might--what'd you call it?--eat me bloody pussy?"
"Don't say it that way, damn it!" Buzz protested, following her up the stairs through the blackness. "You make it sound like you're menstruating, which ain't exactly my idea of a taste treat, even for a cunt-licking Frenchman!"
"But you did call it eatin' me pussy, didn't you?" Sibal persisted.
"Forget that," Buzz directed. "From now on we'll call it French love, when that's your pleasure and you've had a good bath not more than an hour before I get here." Mentally Buzz thought that was a laugh. Sibal didn't know it, but this might well be his last night with her.
As she led him from the head of the stairs to her bedroom door, Sibal exclaimed lightly, "My, but you Yanks do seem to have a thing about a body all the time bathing."
"Yeah," Buzz grunted, "we likely got that from the French too. I wouldn't be surprised the old boys who fought World War One and survived didn't bring both ideas home with them. Better plumbing in the States, so you can bathe during cold weather without so much inconvenience, dates from about the twenties when they got back to the States,"
Sibal closed her bedroom behind them and locked it, then, began almost frantically trying to get the clothes off Buzz. When, she had him stripped naked, she paused just an instant to pet his stiff cock. Then she whisked her long flannel nightgown up over her head.
Before she could throw it clear, Buzz swept her off her feet and up into his arms, bringing a guarded shriek of delight from Sibal. He dropped her on the thick feather mattress of her bed and dropped to his knees on the floor before it. Without taking time for any preliminaries, Buzz caught Sibal by the cheeks of her sweet ass and planted his mouth on her feverish cunt, thrusting his hard tongue as deep into her as he could make it go.
A little scream came gasping out of Sibal. Her fingers clutched at his hair, twining in it. Her scream lowered to an anguished series of grunting groans as Buzz started licking in and out of her sweet cunt as fast as he could work his tongue.
She loved it, that was obvious. Her ass began making small thrusting movements, pushing her cunt against his mouth, trying to help Buzz get his feverish tongue even deeper into her drooling cunt.
Buzz found her clitoris with the tip of his nose. He started stroking it gently, rocking his head slightly to create the necessary movement while continuing to tongue her, lapping and sucking away thirstily, gulping down the flood of love juices flowing from her.
Abruptly Sibal's whole lower belly shuddered. Another full-fledged scream tore its way from her tight throat. Her whole belly began to jerk and writhe, shaken by a raging storm of furious pulsations.
Buzz felt her cunt muscles surrounding his tongue begin milking away at it, felt the muscles in the lips of her cunt under his caressing lips pulsating powerfully. He chuckled to himself, pleased that he'd been able to so quickly trigger her off into such a wild orgasm.
At the same time, however, Buzz found his throbbing cock feeling like it might start geysering molten come juice all over the floor of Sibal's bedroom. At least all over that part of those cold floorboards adjacent to the edge of her bed. The unrestrained, un-English way Sibal responded to him had always been exciting as hell. It had been the biggest reason he'd taken the risks involved in sneaking away from base almost every night to come here and shack with her while her old Pops was out on Home Guard Patrol, doing his bloody bit for Old England too.
Greedily Buzz thrust his stiff tongue into Sibal's quaking cunt, straining to send it deeper into her than he had ever sent it before. He kept lapping away at her thirstily, gulping down the sweet love juices gushing now from her shuddering cunt.
Suddenly Sibal's fingers gripped his hair desperately. She pulled his loving mouth against her quaking cunt harder. As if her furious orgasm had abruptly intensified, she screamed in anguished ecstasy, making no attempt to restrain the sound. The sound of that scream did something to Buzz, zooming his excitement so high he just couldn't wait.
Buzz came up off the cold floorboards beside Sibal's bed. His hands kept their clutch on the cheeks of Sibal's ass, using it now to lift her. He brought her shuddering cunt up until he could snag it with the head of his rigid cock. Then Buzz gave one furious thrust that plunged his tingling cock to its roots in Sibal's burning, pulsating cunt. As it went into her, Sibal screamed again and began wriggling her ass frantically as the velvety, hot sheath of her cunt closed lovingly around the hardness of his cock.
Sibal's arms shot upward, her hands clutching at Buzz, fastening upon his arms, pulling him toward her. What she did was off-balance him. He fell upon her with his upper body, his legs still extending to the floor beyond the edge of the bed. It seemed to drive his cock into her cunt just a little deeper as his whole weight came down upon it. She screamed again, her arms wrapping around him at the shoulders, her legs going around his hips and locking together behind his ass. She began wriggling furiously on his cock, despite his hampering weight upon her.
Buzz got his legs under him, lifted her farther onto the bed, then rolled himself on it with her, legs and all. The whole time Sibal kept right on fucking him furiously, her ass bobbing like mad, stroking his stiff cock in and out of her madly pulsating cunt.
Buzz was so busy trying to get the two of them properly situated on the bed for fucking that he lost the vivid awareness, momentarily at least, of the burning flood of sensation raging rampant throughout his cock and lower belly. But Sibal obviously was unaware of anything except her thunderous orgasm.
When Buzz got himself straightened out and squared away upon the bed, he rolled himself to his back, bringing Sibal up over him where he could get at her luscious big limey tits. Without her ass missing a bob, she caught her weight upon her knees and hands, straddling him and began hammering his cock in and out of her furiously working cunt harder than ever, instantly taking full advantage of her greater freedom of movement.
Buzz gathered her ripely heavy big tits between both hands, brought them to his mouth and ravenously sucked both nipples in together. Sibal screamed again, more shrilly than ever before, almost startling Buzz. Instantly her cunt began milking away at his cock even more relentlessly, the power of its pulsations greater than before. Buzz wondered if it was possible that she'd gone from the middle of one orgasm straight into a new and still more intense orgasm? He found himself feeling almost sorry that this might be his last night with this limey bird; this was rapidly turning into the most fantastically great fuck of his entire fucking career. None of the high school girls he'd fucked back home had ever turned on quite as wildly as Sibal seemed to be turning on here tonight.
Then he forgot all about that. Abruptly there was not another thing Buzz was aware of other than the skyrocketing sensations being created in his burning cock by that fantastically powerful milking action of Sibal's pulsating cunt as she kept hammering his cock in and out of it. Suddenly a yell came out of Buzz; his cock seemed to have exploded! It seemed to be erupting liquid fire!
Buzz felt himself being swept away by a typhoon of raging sensation. Felt his flesh and bone seem to start melting. His geysering cock was pumping relentlessly, spraying jet after molten jet into Sibal's greedily drinking cunt.
Buzz had the feeling that every drop of his essence was being pulled from every cell of his body by that demanding pump in the roots of his cock. It was fantastic! No fuck he'd ever had in his life before had seemed this agonizingly delicious!
Finally, however, Buzz began becoming aware of something beyond his now weakly pulsating cock as those pulsations started steadily subsiding. He found Sibal pressing her tits against his mouth even more demandingly, her ass still bobbing up and down over him, stroking his cock in and out of her cunt as frantically as before. She obviously was still coming!
Just the thought of it excited Buzz so he felt his wilting cock instantly stop its wilting and start rapidly growing as rigid in Sibal's fantastic cunt as it ever had been before. He chuckled as the thought flashed through that this gave promise of turning into a night that he'd long remember.
Little did he know.
CHAPTER TWO
In the distance beyond the bedroom were the snarling sounds a 1,200 horsepower Fortress engine made. Sometimes a dozen or more of them were sending their snarls across the night at once; a dozen or more crew chiefs had selected the same moment to wind up a motor, fighting to fine tune it.
In his mind's eye, Buzz Montgomery could see the activity going on at that moment at the hard stands. It went on relentlessly almost every night, despite the cold and continual wetness of the English weather. The hard stands were spaced like cogs on a gear-wheel around the five-mile circumference of the field's perimeter track. At each hard stand a crew was laboring to make their Fortress fit and ready for the new sky battles of the approaching new day.
The day Buzz would be flying his twenty-fifth combat mission. And his last. After that it would be back to the States for him.
Maybe in time he'd be able to pretend his time here in England and in the flak-torn skies of Europe had been only a bad dream.
Just one more mission; an involuntary tremble went through Buzz.
Then Sibal's cool hand slid caressingly across his flat belly. In that limey accent of hers she complained, "Yer mind ain't on me charms, now is it, love?"
Buzz turned on his side toward her. He slipped his arm around her, drew her softness, her luscious femaleness, tightly against his naked body as he chuckled, "What kind of talk is that? I thought you English birds were always complaining that us Yanks never had but one thing on our minds?"
"I wouldn't be surprised to learn you had your mind on some other woman, maybe," Sibal murmured in a tone he knew went with a pout, even when it was too dark to see it, "but I still say your mind ain't been on my charms. Has it?"
Buzz chuckled again, assuring her, "Of course it has, Even I have to take a little time, now and then, to recharge my batteries.
I've fucked you four times already tonight!"
"Don't say that nasty word!" she whispered sharply. "I like sex, I do, but that word makes it sound nasty."
Buzz began moving one hand slowly back and forth, up and down her back, from her richly curving buttocks to her shoulder blades. He murmured, "I'd never have known if you hadn't told me."
"This is much better, ain't it, love?" Sibal said in a whisper that had a sound like the contented purr of a happy cat. She twisted her shoulders, moving her full breasts against his chest.
Then in afterthought she asked, "If I hadn't told you what?"
"That you like sex," Buzz murmured.
"Of course I do," she murmured. "If I didn't, I'd have give it up long before I met you, you know."
"Why?" Buzz asked, just to keep her going. He'd heard it a hundred times, but he enjoyed listening to that limey way of talking Sibal had.
"Why?" Sibal exclaimed. "You should be a girl and have done to you what the average English bloke does in the name of making love. Then you'd know why! A girl has to have a natural-born liking for sex, or she got to have an awful warped sense of what her duty as a woman is, which in my opinion many English woman do, or she'd swear off sex for life, after the kind of introduction to it she gets from the ordinary English bloke. He just uses her, he does. How was that you told me the Yanks say it?"
"Wham, bam, thank you, ma'm," Buzz murmured.
"That's right," she declared. She snuggled herself closer against him, then murmured, "I never knew what a lot of real fun and goodness sex could be, 'til I was lucky enough to find you, love.
Maybe I got that much I ought'er thank old Hitler for. He's been bloody hard on England, but he got you Yanks over here finally and you've given some of us English girls the first real loving we ever had."
She rubbed her breasts against his chest again and Buzz could feel her nipples beginning to pucker and harden again with renewed excitement. She murmured, "Sex had always felt bloody good to me, but I'd never dreamed a woman could actually come, just like a man or better, until the first time you put Lollipop in that mouth of mine down there between my legs." A little shiver of delight went through her, as if just the thought of that experience brought all its deliciousness back. One of her hands moved down and gently gripped his penis, dubbed Lollipop by a high school girl friend who'd been afraid of the pregnancy risk of actual intercourse. Her hand felt good, sending an excited trembling through his lower belly.
In the darkness of Sibal's bedroom, Buzz found her lips with his.
Almost instantly her tongue thrust into his mouth; she might be a bloody limey but she had gotten to love French kissing since Buzz had introduced her to it.
Sibal's feverish tongue flicked excitedly here and there throughout his mouth, as if joyously exploring a new possession.
Something about it, about the excitement, the enthusiasm she put into it, made it seem more erotic than Buzz could remember it ever having been with any other woman. There was a lot about this Sibal that seemed better to him than he could remember it having been with any other girl. Several times he'd found himself thinking seriously about asking her to marry him and go back to the States with him when he got back from that twenty-fifth combat mission.
But the weeks had whizzed past, almost as fast as a German ME-109 making a blazing pass at his TT (top turret). Almost every night Buzz had spent several hours with Sibal, even the nights he didn't have a pass to get off the field. Near the hard stand where the Fort he fought in parked, he had discovered a place he could wriggle under the fence. It was only a mile from there to the village. Spending some time in Sibal's bed had come to be like something he just had to have every night before there was any possibility of him being able to get off to sleep. Still he hadn't yet said a word to her about marriage or even about how he stood on total missions. So she didn't know that the one he'd be taking off on about dawn would be that one he'd been waiting for, fighting for, hoping for.
She didn't know. Buzz found himself wondering, as Sibal's hot tongue caressed the inner surfaces of his mouth, if she'd feel any different about him if she did know? If she realized this could be her last time with him, if he didn't take some steps soon to tie a marriage knot with her?
He pushed the thought aside, emptying his mind of everything but the pleasure of the moment. He even closed his ears to the sound of those snarling motors in the distance where men worked with battle on their minds, not making love. Holding Sibal close in his arms, he began rolling back and forth across the bed with her, playfully. When he finally stopped with her atop him, his back and shoulders flat against the mattress, she finally broke their long kiss. She was still gripping his now rigid penis in one hand, but she put her other hand against the mattress, raising her head and shoulders away from his. She looked down at him; even in the darkness he could see the gleam of her bright, loving eyes. She murmured, "You're a treasure, you Buzz Montgomery. A bloody, precious treasure. I ain't never gonna let you get 'way from me, now that I finally found you. You hear, you Yank lover man?"
Then she drew her legs up, caught her weight upon her knees and straddled him. She started rubbing the head of his penis caressingly back and forth in the hotly moist lips of her vulva.
The warmth of her felt delicious to him and began building a new load of indescribable excitement in his gut. Briefly he marveled about how the more sex a man got, the better is seemed to get, the more sensitive to sensation the nerve-rich head of his penis seemed to get. Yet his control got progressively better, enabling him to keep on and on and on, stretching the feast of sensation out hedonistically without triggering the orgasm that would end it for another time.
He brought his hands up and caught her ripely full breasts. He brought the nipples to his mouth together, licking between them with his hungry tongue. A gasping moan came from Sibal.
She began working her hand faster, whipping his hard penis back and forth, drawing its excited head across her turgid labia almost roughly. The excitement in his belly was like a delicious, blazing flame, sending its tingling heat throughout his entire body. Every cell from the top of his head to the tips of his toes seemed to be vibrating with excitement and the goodness of the growing waves of sensation.
He drew hard upon her nipples. A sharp groan came out of her.
Then she made a sudden, hard downward thrust with her hips. He felt himself go into her. Go into the exquisitely hot, delicious tightness of her vaginal sheath. Another groan came from her. She raised her hips a little, withdrawing his exploring, excited penis just a fraction. Then she hit him with another determined, downward thrust that drove his penis into her inner mysteries to the hilt. That brought a groan from Buzz. Memory of a radio commercial flashed through his inflamed consciousness: ... indescribably delicious! But the sponsor hadn't been advertising this and nothing else could come close to being as indescribably delicious as this. Buzz thrust against her from the mattress with his hips.
Sibal gasped, "Can this possibly feel half as delicious to you as it does to me, love?"
"If it felt any better, I'd blast off the top of my gourd!" he took his mouth from her nipples momentarily to breathlessly assure her. When he drew the nipples back into his hungry mouth, a tremulous moan, louder than any she'd previously uttered, came from her. She began working over him steadily, drawing his penis almost out of her trembling belly, then driving it back; out, then in again, again and again and again, the tempo of her thrusting becoming faster and faster.
Soon she had their bare bellies slapping together with an audible sound, like a wild kind of applause for their mutual frenzy of passion. She pressed her breasts against his mouth harder, telling him with unmistakable body language that what he was doing delighted her, that she wanted only more and more of the same.
That was part of the magic about Sibal, part of what created deep within Buzz the strong glow of a satisfaction that was something more than any other girl had ever given him. With Sibal he felt an amazing maleness, a completeness that seemed to multiply all the sexual sensation in a way that simply was fantastic. It was something psychological or electrical or chemical or something, but it was really something. Talk about something hurting so good! It was fantastic! And this time it went on and on and on until Buzz felt so engulfed in sensation he seemed close to blacking out, felt almost disembodied, almost giddy, like a man felt right at the brink of consciousness when he lost his oxygen coupling while flying at high altitude.
But an oxygen coupling was nothing compared to this coupling of his body with Sibal's. There was nothing else even close to this.
Not even close. Nothing!
Buzz felt like his whole body body had melted into a great flaming blob of sensation, like he was teetering back and forth between brilliant light and blackness, between overwhelming sensation so indescribably intense it was actually painful and a nothingness like death. Like he was right on the thin edge between a thundering electrical storm of sensation and a black void of emptiness.
It seemed to go on and on and on. On and on for hours. He felt he couldn't stand it any longer. Yet he stood it, endured it, reveled in it.
Then the incredible sensitivity he now possessed in the head of his penis detected a changing in the texture of Sibal's inner surfaces, a quivering of swelling expectancy. That seemed to trigger a new high of incredible sensation that swept him like a hurricane. Somewhere ... somewhere far, far away, it seemed, he heard the faint screaming he knew was coming from Sibal as orgasm swept her. But his senses were all so overwhelmed with his own storm of sensation that for the moment his awareness of Sibal was only vague and distant. Her nipples in his mouth were something he sucked and licked at in a mindless frenzy only because they seemed to have become the only link with reality remaining to keep him from slipping off that razor edge into nothingness, like an evaporated drop of water. God, how could anything feel so good and mere mortal flesh be able to survive to tell about it? Buzz came and he came and he came, with Sibal riding him hard, screaming like a wild woman, her mus cles from her inner belly out all pulsating in exact beat with his geysering penis within her.
When their terrific mutual orgasm finally tapered off, then slowly ended, Sibal collapsed upon him, panting, limp, exhausted.
They both were drenched with sweat; their sweat mingled and wet their surface skin as one, just as the sweet inner sweat of their sexual juices had mingled within her and become one. It was like coming back to earth after a long flight at high altitude and finding that after the hours of flight the realities of being earth bound seem unreal, until your mind has time to make a readjustment.
After a while Buzz turned until Sibal lay upon the bed beside him, then withdrew from her, breaking that miraculous coupling between their two bodies that had brought them the mutual discovery of such a treasure of sensation. He would have liked nothing so much as to have just closed his eyes and dropped into the sweet void of sleep, but there was a mission to fly when daylight came. The most important mission of all those he had flown. The one mission out of the whole lot that he did not want to miss. His final mission, the one that finished his tour of combat duty. With something as important as that at stake, a man couldn't afford anything that would jeopardize it. Not even sleep. Not while he was in the wrong bed. Once he was in his own bunk back at quarters, then he could let go and indulge himself in sleep. Then, but not now.
Buzz reached for the edge of the bed with a foot, starting to climb on out. In the darkness Sibal's hand reached out, caught him by a shoulder and restrained him as she murmured, "Not yet, love. Stay just a bit longer, huh? It gets so lonely after you leave me each night. I think sometimes how wonderful it would be to be married, to be able to share the same bed together all night ... every night. Do you ever think "bout anything like that, love?"
Buzz hedged, declaring, "Right now there's only one thing I can afford to let myself think about, sweet woman: being ready for tomorrow's mission. I've stayed long as I can."
"I could set the alarm," she protested. "I could send you scooting away in plenty of time to make breakfast call and your briefing, too."
She was so loving, Buzz felt guilty.
CHAPTER THREE
"I've told you before, there's more to it than that," Buzz said firmly. "After the lather I work up having half a dozen rolls in the feathers with you, I've got to shower good and put on a clean change of underwear. Even if I didn't come here for a roll in the feathers with you I'd have to do that before a mission. The Colonel's orders."
"I say but he does seem to be a bit on the fuddy-duddy side, requiring you boys to do all the bathing he does," Sibal murmured, still holding him by the grip on his shoulder. "We English have managed quite well, I'd say, on not more than one bath each week, or sometimes in cold weather one every fortnight.
More frequent bathing than that seems like needless wear and tear upon one's skin, unless one is engaged in dirty work of some kind. Don't you really think so?"
Buzz chuckled. "Now that I've seen the antiquated bathing facilities you English still use, I can understand why you avoid bathing as long as you can. And when I was a kid, baths weren't my idea of a good time. But I'm a big boy now and our C.O.'s idea makes lots of sense to me. In my work, a man needs fresh underwear to absorb pre-take-off sweat before his plane climbs to the North Pole temperatures of high altitude. And even more important, if you get shot up before you get back home, clean underwear reduces the danger of your wounds getting infected.
Would you want me to risk gangrene, just because I stayed here with you and missed getting my shower and clean underwear?"
"Oh, mercy me, no, love!" Sibal exclaimed, jerking her hand's restraining grip away from his shoulder. "Just kiss me one time more and then go. I'll insist you go. I might never be able to forgive myself if I didn't."
Buzz chuckled again, turned himself, found her lips in the darkness and kissed her soundly. He raised one hand along her body until it cupped her breast. But instantly she pulled her lips away from his and pushed his hand away, whispering sharply, "Oh no! I'll not have you stirring something up again between us!
You must go now! Your bath and clean underthings! Remember?"
"What bath? What are you talking about?" Buzz teased. "Are you telling me I stink and need a bath before I can enjoy the privilege of your bed again, lady? Is that what you're--"
She overrode his teasing, her voice raising as she cried, "Out, out, out, with you! I'll not be having your death on my hands from wounds infected because I didn't send you away soon enough to give you time to bathe and clothe yourself in clean underthings! Out, now! Go!" She twisted, planting her bare feet against his side and back in playful kicks. He slid from the warm bed into the cold and shivered his way into his clothes. Sibal stayed cuddled under the covers in the warm bed, offering nothing but moral support.
Buzz returned to the bed, when he had his clothes on and was ready to go, bent over it and gave her one last, long kiss. Then he hurried down the stairs, showing himself out.
Half an hour later, Buzz had just gotten his body well lathered under the shower when someone yelled, "That you in there, Buzz?"
"It's me," Buzz yelled back, recognizing the voice of Stub Stallings, the tail gunner in his crew. "What's it to you?"
"Seen your bed ain't been slept in," Stub yelled back, "and got scared you'd lost your guts and gone AWOL!"
"Not a chance!" Buzz yelled. To himself, however, he admitted the idea seemed to have merits. He kept remembering all the stories about guys who'd make it to that very last mission, then had all their luck evaporate in a cloud of smoke!
Buzz gave his cock several quick strokes, trying to stir some sensation in it that might drive the other thoughts away. But after so long in Sibal's sweet cunt, his hand felt like nothing to his limp cock. The jittery feeling persisted. He realized he hadn't felt as jittery since he'd sweat out his fifth mission.
By the time he'd gotten back safely from that fifth one, the whole combat experience had started becoming familiar; he'd stopped sweating them so much. Until now! Now he found himself sweating it like a raw replacement sweating his first mission. Or maybe his second, after he'd had all the living hell scared out of himself by the flak and fighters a first time.
Pushing those thoughts away again, Buzz called, "What'n hell are you doing here this time of night, Stub?"
"It ain't 'this time of night,' " Stub called back. "It's fifteen minutes 'til breakfast. We got an early take-off. Fog's supposed to get bad, later. Better hurry up."
"I'll be right over," Buzz called. "Thanks for looking me up."
"Better snap it up, or you won't be able to get out of this place for the crowd trying to get in to take their morning piss," Stub warned. "See you."
Buzz turned off the water and grabbed his towel. Stub was right; he had to get out of here before the morning rush for the latrine started. He had to get back to his bunk and finish dressing.
He toweled himself off quickly, thinking about what Stub had said. An early take-off. Fog. Either one was bad enough. He played the memory of take-offs he'd lived through during predawn blackness, watching the images it spread across the screen of his mind and listening to the soundtrack that went with it.
There'd been that black morning they'd lost six Forts just beyond the end of the runway! four of them had been down there burning like open pits into hell when his Fort had lifted off finally and climbed through the smoke and flame right above them. Two others had gone down on take-off behind them. Going down in combat was bad enough, but going down like that before you even got started, before you'd even gotten a chance to knock a hole of some kind in the enemy, that was really rough.
Mechanically Buzz pulled on his clean, crisp, new underwear, then sat on the bench there and pulled a new sock on each foot. A pair of thin, silk socks first. Then a pair of heavy wool socks over those. That done, he shoved his feet into his heavy GI shoes and headed for his bunk. He made it just in time, meeting the mob headed for the latrine just outside the door.
Stub was already at the table where their crew usually gathered to eat in combat mess. Stub was the smallest man in the crew, but he seemed to have the biggest appetite. He got up early so he'd sure have time to get through the messline twice. He was shoveling scrambled eggs and bacon and toast into his mouth with both hands when Buzz put his tray on the table and sat down beside him. He glanced at Stub's heaping plate and the wish struck through him that he felt like eating half that much this morning. He smiled wryly at the thought of squeezing out the butterflies in his stomach that way, making the maneuvers they were flying impossible. Seemed like all those fucks he'd given Sibal should have worked up a big appetite.
Stub glanced at him, chewing rapidly as he exclaimed, "Short night for you!"
"Tomorrow night I can sleep forever, if I want," Buzz declared with a lightness he wasn't feeling.
"Me, I ain't looking forward to no long sleep," Stub muttered through his mouthful of food.
"You know what I mean," Buzz snapped, feeling strangely irritable.
Stub shrugged elaborately, protesting, "All right, already!
Nothing to get steamed about." He fell silent, devoting himself to full concentration upon his food.
One by one other crew members drifted to the table with their trays. There were smatterings of conversation, but for most of them it was too early to feel talkative; they ate in comparative silence.
Buzz finished his coffee after he's eaten all he felt like. He stood up, then picked up his tray. As he was about to head for the garbage can and dishwasher stack, Jock Davenport, their left waist gunner, glanced up, declaring, "You lucky bastard! You'll never have to do this again."
It was a common enough expression of friendly envy; this mission would be Jock's tenth, so he wasn't yet halfway to the magic number. But Buzz snapped back at him instantly, "It may be the last damned time you ever have to do it, too! In this damned business, nobody ever--"
He broke off sharply, suddenly amazed at himself, then wheeled and started away. But Jock's teasing chuckle came after him, asking, "What's wrong, buddy? That limey bird of yours wearing the rag last night?"
"Hell, a little thing like that wouldn't stop old Buzz-saw Casanova!" radioman Bob Lyle exclaimed derisively. Then he called, "Hey, Buzz, who you gonna will that choice piece to when you check out for stateside?"
Buzz stopped short, then turned slowly and gave Lyle a thoughtful frown for a moment. Finally he said, "If you was offered a raffle ticket on a piece of choice limey ass like my bird Sibal, what'd you be willing to pay?"
"Depends," Lyle said without hesitation, "on how many tickets you planned to sell, so I could figure the odds I'd be bucking ..."
"I suppose you figure the odds before you get into a payday crap game?" Buzz challenged.
"No, but what's that got to do--"
Buzz interrupted, "What's it worth having something like that to help you keep your mind off the odds you're bucking every time you cross that channel? That's all you buy with the money you risk in a crap game, isn't it?"
"I guess you're right," Lyle admitted. "Looking at it that way, I guess I'd be willing to go ten clams for a chance. And I might even decide to buy five or ten chances. Maybe that bird's been part of the reason for your good luck. If soaking my wick in the same honey pot would give me the same kind of luck--Hell, I'd pay twenty-five dollars a chance on a prize like that!"
"Let me in on the raffle too," Jock Davenport yelled. "Hell, every man on the damned base'll want to buy tickets on that kind of a prize!"
Right waist gunner Tom Mitchell waved a hand above his head as he exclaimed, "Remember to see me too, Buzz, when you put those tickets on sale. Us guys in your own crew oughta get first chance at 'em, hadn't we?"
Buzz started to laugh, the tension that had been piling up inside suddenly released and draining out of him. The grinning faces of the other crewmen had also lost the look of tension they all had brought to the table with them in some degree. "Don't sweat it,"
Buzz told them. "I always take care of my own crew members before I worry about anyone else."
He turned and started on away as Mitchell yelled after him, "Atta boy, Buzz! You know who your buddies are!"
As Buzz walked on he felt amazed at the difference a little friendly joshing about sex had made in his inner feelings. Before he left the table, while he swallowed the last of his coffee, he'd actually been considering going on Sick Call, even though he knew all that would accomplish would be to postpone having to face the hazards of his final combat mission until another day.
Anyone who thought the only legitimate use of sex was strictly limited to making babies needed a change of the sawdust that held his damned ears apart.
The grinding tension inside him and the desperate need it created to be alone was all gone now, but Buzz went on outside combat mess ahead of the others for a check on what the weather was looking like. The trucks waiting out there to haul the crews to Briefing were in the process of disappearing into fog that was turning the outside blackness even blacker. He knew the big brass had planned that by getting the planes off earlier than usual, they would get airborne ahead of the fog. But now instead of getting off ahead of it, they were simply going to have a deadly combination of predawn blackness plus fog to hike the odds against any of them even getting well started on this mission without cracking up.
He felt the tension beginning to wind up in his gut again as he climbed into one of the trucks. As he groped his way to a seat in a front corner, Buzz glanced at the luminous dial of his wrist watch. It read 3:45. Part of his mind translated that to mean fifteen minutes until Briefing. Another part reminded him of the time not too long ago when his watch showing the time to be that hour of the morning had been his signal it was time he got his pants back on and headed for home. Not too long ago, yet it seemed like something out of another lifetime.
Buzz wondered why he'd been so unaware, at the time, what a happy lifetime that had been. Not that he'd done more than his share of bitching about the life he lived and the demands his parents and school had made upon him, but he just hadn't realized, somehow, what a choice life it had been while he was living it. Now as he looked back on it he had the feeling that everything had been better then than the very best he ever got a chance to enjoy now.
Like Sibal, as a for instance. Here in England that limey bird was a really choice piece of ass, by comparison with the other limey birds a man had a chance at. But when he compared Sibal with his memories of his stateside girl friends, poor old Sibal looked almost like a dog by comparison.
Like his first big high school romance. Barbara had been her name. Buzz hunkered down on the bench at the front corner of the truck, remembering. Suddenly he was smiling to himself, the war far away. What a fuck that had been!
CHAPTER FOUR
Buzz hugged his arms around himself, chuckling. The brightness of his memories of old Barb flooded away the early morning's fog and blackness, submerged all thought of the ferocious sky battles that were certain to unfold in the day ahead.
He wagged his head slowly there in the blackness, remembering the "hots" he'd started developing for old Barb before they'd even graduated yet from the sixth grade. Buzz chuckled out loud again, remembering that at the time he'd still known too little about the facts of life to realize what was actually bothering him.
Most of the other girls looked like undernourished boys, still shaped like beanpoles. But Barb's young body had already started acquiring lusciously growing curves. Just the sight of her began stimulating a strange feeling of excitement every time Buzz had laid eyes on her.
Touching her, too, had suddenly become an erotic experience. At the time it first started happening, he remembered, smiling to himself in the predawn, foggy darkness, he had been amazed at the mystery of it. Until that time, touching Barb had seemed no bigger deal than touching one of the other girls or even one of the other guys as they all played kid games together during the long summer evenings.
Yes, Buzz mused to himself, he'd been just as dumb about the sexual side of life as most other kids the same age had been there in that small town where he'd grown up. Now such ignorance seemed amazing. Unreal. Impossible. Memories of it seemed like something out of another lifetime.
But it had once been real. And not so many years ago, actually.
So things had wagged on for a couple of years. During the whole time, Barb's curves had grown increasingly luscious, while the excitement just seeing them had stirred within Buzz had grown increasingly intense.
Lord, he found himself starting to feel breathless just remembering! What really amazed him now was how the hell he'd managed, despite all that excitement, never to tumble to what his body was trying to tell him he needed to do about it. He'd had wet dreams about Barb, of course. Plenty of them! But he'd been so well inhibited about all things sexual by what he'd been taught during his upbringing about the horrors of sex, the most notable being odious disease and pregnancy, that consciously he'd not once even momentarily entertained a thought of attempting to fuck sweet Barb.
Barb herself had changed all that, after she'd visited Eastern cousins whose father was a college professor. Buzz remembered those two cousins; they'd been Barb's age, but had a grown-up air of sophistication and worldly wisdom that had given Buzz an uneasy feeling when he was around them.
Buzz remembered the first night he and Barb got together after she returned from the visit to her cousins; right at first she seemed to have that same air about her that her cousins had and it had just about scared him off. They'd sneaked out and met that night after their parents were sound asleep. Right at first Buzz felt he'd been a fool for taking the risk, Barb had seemed so changed, so aloof and mysterious, despite the fact she'd proposed the meeting.
But all that had changed the instant he'd decided to hell with it and told her he had to get back home before he was missed. She'd grabbed his arm, turning Buzz back to her as she demanded, "Haven't you missed me?"
"Sure!"
"Then give me a kiss that'll prove it," she demanded, pushing herself in close to him, putting her arms around him and pressing her soft, warm curves against him. When Buzz kissed her, Barb's tongue came pushing into his mouth, startling him with his introduction to French kissing. Before that first kiss ended, all thought of going home had left his head. Something about that way of kissing seemed to turn his blood into liquid fire and fill his whole body with a fine trembling.
They wound up riding their bikes out to an irrigation reservoir a couple of miles beyond the edge of town. It served double duty as the handiest swimming hole and had been outfitted with a pier that led out to a diving tower and with a raft anchored out in the middle. They hid their bikes in a brush thicket off the road and climbed the fence.
Once inside the fence, Barb stopped and without a word, just as if she'd done the same thing many times before, pulled her clothes off and hid them near the fence. Buzz stood gaping, paralyzed with surprise.
When she straightened from hiding her clothes, Barb gave him a little smile and murmured, "Hurry up, silly. I'm going to beat you out to the raft."
She headed for the water, strolling as nonchalantly as if she had done the same thing many times. For another instant Buzz stood gaping after her. Then as her casually swinging rear began fading into the darkness, suddenly he began tearing at his clothes as if frantic to get out of them. Before he managed to get out of them, Barb had disappeared completely into the darkness toward the reservoir. Buzz went sprinting after her, his rigid penis thrust out stiffly before him like the prow of a ship.
He paused briefly at the end of the pier; through the night's blackness the low sound of her swimming came from the black water beyond. Buzz dove in and swam for the raft like someone answering an emergency call.
The night air felt chilly as Buzz climbed aboard the raft.
Steamlike wisps of vapor were rising into the cool air from the water's surface all around the raft. Buzz felt like steam was coming from his lungs as he stretched himself upon the raft, gasping, "Farther out here than I remembered."
A low chuckle came from Barb, then her caressing fingers were in his hair as she said, "I don't think you ever tried swimming it that fast before, sweetie. Did you think I was going to try to get away?"
"I thought I was just having a wild dream," Buzz murmured. "I was hoping something great could happen before I woke up and had to make a run for the bathroom to keep from making a big wet place on my sheet that I'd have to clean up or get a lecture from my mother about allowing myself to think impure thoughts."
A delighted chuckle rippled out of Barb, then she caught one of his hands in hers and lifted it to cup one of her full, luscious breasts as she asked, "Does that feel like a dream?"
"I never felt anything like that skin to skin except in a dream,"
Buzz said breathlessly.
"Well, this is no dream," Barb murmured.
"If it is, I hope I never wake up," Buzz declared and moved his head toward the hand and the breast it held. He kissed the softly curving lovely flesh, then found the erect nipple with his lips.
He began sucking it gently and at the same time caressing it with the tip of his tongue. He felt it swelling larger and becoming harder in his mouth, just as his own penis was doing down on his lower belly.
Suddenly he felt Barb's fondling hand close softly upon that rigid staff, creating a sensation that made the muscles of his lower belly grab. A gasp came from his lips as his mouth jerked away from her nipple momentarily.
Then his mouth went back to her breast, drawing the excited nipple back deep into his lips. That drew a low moan from Barb.
She released her hold on his penis briefly to move herself closer to him and raise her shoulders over him so that both rich, ripe breasts hung invitingly over his face. Then her hand returned to caressing his penis, his balls, the area behind his balls and his inner thighs.
Buzz found himself breathing harder then when he dragged himself from the water and stretched upon the raft. His whole body burned with excitement, with hunger, with wild anticipation. He put a hand against the side of either breast, pressed them together and drew both excited nipples into his burning mouth. A deep, gasping groan came out of Barb. He flicked his hot tongue up and down between the nipples as he sucked them greedily; Barb's response was a moaning cry that began to rise and continue as she pressed her sweet breasts demandingly against his caressing mouth.
Buzz drew one knee upward, found Barb's knees with it and pressed against them. They opened invitingly. He brought the knee on upward in short, caressing strokes against her inner thighs. The knee kept working upward until finally it touched her downy patch of cunt hair. Something about the touch of that sent a violent trembling through him. He might have frozen, but Barb began a slow pumping against his knee, her moaning growing louder. At the same time she pressed, then eased away, then pressed again slightly harder with her big tits against his hungry mouth. Her breathing too was becoming more and more sharp and shallow all the time, exactly like his own.
Suddenly she let the full weight of her upper body come down upon him. The arm upon which she had been holding the weight wrapped around him as she hugged herself passionately against him, almost smothering him, his face buried as it was between her full breasts. She gasped, "Sweetie, I can't stand it another second!
I'm so hot I've just got to have you in me! Now!" She tried to roll him atop herself.
But as her weight shifted, freeing his face, Buzz stopped her move short, protesting, "You do the riding, Barb baby! Just let me keep on loving these luscious girls of yours. Fair enough?"
He rolled back, putting his shoulders flat upon the floor of the raft again as he brought her up astride of him. She looked down at him, eyes wide, searching. Then she whispered, "Why?"
"Because anything you do'll feel good to me," Buzz told her, "but I haven't got the foggiest idea about what may feel good, better, or best for you. So you drive. You'll get the best mileage out of my equipment for both of us. You can feel exactly what's going on inside you and put my tool where it'll do the best job possible."
Without further discussion, Barb reached one hand down between her legs, gripped his rigid cock in it, then eased her bottom back toward it. A sensation like nothing Buzz had ever experienced before flashed through his gut, then spread throughout his entire body as the head of his exploring cock touched her steaming cunt, then slipped smoothly inside her.
Barb's feverish heat and tingling excitement seemed to flow into, become one with and multiply his own.
Barb bobbed her sweet ass up and down several times, cautiously driving his swollen cock a little deeper and then deeper still into herself, into the steaming, exciting mystery within her. The deeper he went into her, the higher the waves of sensation rolled within Buzz, crashing against his consciousness like nothing any mere wet dream had ever prepared him to experience. The crazy thought flashed through. No wonder guys think it's crazy to jackoff, once they've fucked a woman!
Then a towering wave of sensation blocked out all other thought as Barb suddenly sat down against him hard. His exploring penis was driven deep within her luscious, steaming cunt. From somewhere in her lower belly near the place the head of his prick had reached muscles within her tightened and a long, sighing, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h!" came out of her, as if it was feeling as good to her as it was to him. The idea seemed impossible.
Then Barb began lifting her hips, drawing his caressing cock outward. When the swollen head of it was almost ready to slip from the steaming lips of her drooling cunt, her movement suddenly reversed. His cock was driven back into her depths until his balls slapped against her ass and stopped the thrust, bringing an "Uh-h-h-h-h-h!"out of her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Instantly Barb started drawing his cock outward again; just before the head of it escaped the grip of her hungry lower lips, she drove it back deep within herself again, sending another sensual "Uh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" from her open mouth.
She paused then, making a small rotating movement with her hips, making the head of his prick stir around deep within her like a spoon in a honeypot. She murmured. "I just knew you'd feel better to me than those wise-guy college-joe friends of my cousins. They loved themselves too much to bother worrying about whether or not it was feeling good to a girl."
A pang of jealousy shot through Buzz. He protested, "You mean you fucked some of your cousins' friends?"
"I did it for you, sweetie," she murmured quickly.
"How come you're so good to me?" he exclaimed.
"My cousins told me how great it was," she explained quickly. "I just wanted to learn how so you and I could stop wasting time and get together, like we are right now. You do like it, don't you?"
"Lord!" Buzz gasped. "I'd like to become your Siamese twin and just stay coupled up from now on. I can see how this could become habit-forming damned quick!"
Barb giggled, pleased and began a steady pumping. Buzz forgot his pang of jealousy, brought his lips back to her luscious big tits and sucked both excited nipples into his mouth. A rising, moaning, screamlike cry of intense pleasure came out of Barb, a sound that seemed very close to excruciating anguish. That sound from her seemed to heighten the waves of sensation that had started crashing anew within Buzz, beginning to build beyond anything he had yet experienced. Fleetingly he remembered things he had read about the earth seeming to move and the sky to sway and threaten to fall when mortals achieved the ecstasy of mutual sexual release; he had always before felt such descriptions must be greatly exaggerated, but suddenly he now was beginning to believe them.
Higher and higher still the thundering inner pressure of sexual sensation built as Barb's hips pumped back and forth, withdrawing his cock, then driving it back deep into the sensitive sheath of her cunt again, again and again. Faster, faster and frantically still faster, their lower bellies slapping together like applauding hands urging them on to even greater efforts.
Buzz worked at her big tits, sucking, licking, nibbling the puckered nipples in an almost frenzied way as if he would drown in the ocean of sensation that was engulfing him if he stopped.
Then Barb suddenly began to scream; Buzz felt his own senses reeling, but vaguely was aware of something tremendous happening within her. Then he was aware of nothing but the exploding thunder of sensation. It went roaring through the head of his erupting cock, filled his whole lower belly, swept upward through his lungs and heart, almost paralyzing them and a split second later seemed to nearly blow off the top of his head. He seemed to hear someone yelling in the distance, then slowly realized the sound was coming from himself but beyond his control. It drowned out Barb's screams as she came, riding him furiously, hammering his cock in and out of her frantically pulsating cunt so hard and fast she had their colliding bellies clapping together like steadily applauding hands.
That storm of passion ebbed finally and Buzz returned to a wider range of consciousness to find Barb still coming and still riding him hard. But he felt his cock melting, despite everything the fiery grip of her pulsating cunt upon it could do. He felt ashamed of himself for failing her, certain she could have gone on coming endlessly if he'd held up his end and provided her a stiff cock to keep working on. Right then and there, before his first real fuck ever ended, Buzz determined that if there was any way humanly possible for a man to keep his cock hard and ready for continued action until his female partner's sexual fires were completely quenched, he was going to master that masculine skill.
But instead of in any way adding to the humiliation Buzz felt, sweet Barb had bragged on his performance, declaring he could teach her cousins' college-joe friends plenty. Then she'd volunteered, "I did learn a fast way to put new lead back into your pencil, though. Let me show you."
She didn't wait for his consent, but began instantly kissing the nipples on his hard-muscled chest. Buzz was amazed. Her hot lips on those small nipples of his were creating far more erotic sensation than he'd ever dreamed could exist in them.
She kissed her way right on down across his upper belly, after she finished with his tingling nipples. She paused when she reached his navel. Buzz, felt the tip of her torrid tongue swirl around and around that dimple in his mid-belly. Again he was amazed at the erotic sensations it created. He could already feel his limp cock beginning to not feel quite so limp, its interest in life starting to revive.
Suddenly Barb drove the tip of her tongue deep into his belly button. Buzz gasped, pleasure tingling through him. But she let it go at that and moved her caresses on downward, kissing a circuitous route across his lower belly. Buzz felt every muscle throughout his entire abdomen beginning to tie itself into knots of breathless anticipation. Suddenly his cock was standing up from his lower belly at rigid attention. Buzz really had no idea at the time what was going to happen next, but that revived cock of his seemed to. It seemed to be straining itself in an effort to attract Barb's attention.
And it succeeded! Suddenly Buzz was startled into a mute paralysis that froze the yell he tried to utter as he felt Barb's hot lips close lovingly upon the head of his tingling cock. He thought he was going to die!
The riptide of sensation that had shaken Buzz when his cock exploded and began geysering come juice all over the inner surfaces of Barb's sweet cunt now seemed like nothing compared to this terrific sensation her mouth was creating. The knots in the muscles of his abdomen tied themselves into bigger and tighter knots, making his belly bulge, the skin over them becoming taut as a drumhead.
Then that fantastically delicious mouth was gone from his cock.
Buzz heard Barb whisper, "Does that feel good, lover?"
Words were beyond Buzz right then. The best he could manage was an agonized groan he hoped carried a note of assent.
Then he heard Barb whispering, "Will you make love to me that way, too? Eat my pussy? That's what the college men called it.
That and cunt licking. Will you?"
Shock shot through Buzz. He'd heard older boys talking about cunt lickers, muff divers, pussy eaters. Talking in jeering laughter, with the same contempt they reserved for queers. He'd heard them knowingly discuss how a female cunt stank to high heaven like overripe fish, too. Suddenly, through his confusion, Buzz was struck by one clear thought, which was that his cock had been covered by the juices from Barb's cunt during their first round of furious action, yet his nose had detected no such disagreeable smells. In fact just the opposite; the smells that had come to him from Barb had seemed sweetly pungent and exciting. Maybe the big boys had been spouting hot air?
Come to think of it, they'd had the same kind of disparaging remarks about cocksuckers, yet Barb was sucking his cock, or had been, like it was a stick of hard candy and it had felt terrific.
Obviously the blowhards making those remarks had never had their cocks sucked, or they surely would never have been so quick to badmouth it.
But even if cocksucker and cunt licker both were as low and contemptible as the older boys had seemed to think, Buzz knew he couldn't resist Barb's request. She had him hooked. He felt he couldn't stand it if she stopped sucking his cock now. If the price was licking her cunt in return, then it was a price he'd have to pay.
Buzz gasped, "Any way you want, Barbie! I'll love you any way you want, if you'll just teach me what to do."
A merry laugh rippled out of Barb, then her sensational mouth closed again around his aching cock. The typhoon of sensation that fiery mouth and hotly flicking tongue of hers created was like nothing Buzz had ever before experienced. Feeling so intense he felt he had to yell but found his throat so paralyzed he couldn't!
Barb made her mouth into another cunt, working his cock in and out of it. Buzz quickly found she had a way of slowly pulling his cock outward from her mouth that made every nerve throughout his whole lower belly vibrate like strings on some fantastic instrument producing wild music. He felt the flared rim at the trailing edge of the head of his cock come against her inner lips. She squeezed down upon it as hard as she could, intensifying the friction. Buzz thought he was going to come again, right then and right there without further delay.
But Barb stopped abruptly, cutting that delicious friction short a hair's breadth from triggering Buzz. She switched the feverish caresses of her loving mouth from his cock to his balls. She began licking over and around them, then licked across the area directly behind his balls. Again Buzz was amazed at the sensations she produced from that area which he never before had realized might be an erotic area.
Then Buzz did get a shock. Even remembering it, he gasped, then chuckled in delight, again almost feeling it. Barb had startled him into near paralysis again by licking right across his surprised asshole. A soundless yell tore its way out of Buzz, trying to break the paralysis gripping his vocal cores but failing completely.
Barb gave him a quick second lick across his asshole and Buzz had the alarmed feeling that if she didn't stop it, she could drive him straight out of his gourd! As if she caught his thought, Barb switched her attention back to his balls. Gently, ever so gently, this time she drew one ball into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it and sucked it, creating more new sensations.
Then she switched her caress to his other ball.
True, the sensations weren't so intense as they'd been when she'd licked across his asshole. Not even as intense, by a damned sight, as they'd been when his cock had been in her hot mouth.
But they felt mighty pleasant. They gave Buzz a chance to catch his breath a little.
But just as he began breathing almost easily again, Barb suddenly switched her tongue to points south again, giving Buzz another juicy lick across his quivering asshole. She did it so quickly a yell tore itself from him before paralysis could clamp down upon his throat. And then he got an even greater shock: one of Barb's fingers started slipping up his asshole!
Buzz didn't get time to decide whether that felt good to him or not, didn't get time to protest. While he was still gasping at the feel of her adventuring finger, Barb's hot mouth again closed moistly upon the head of his cock. Without pause for any preliminaries, she thrust it deep into her mouth, swirling her fiery tongue around it as it went in, deeper and still deeper.
Buzz was amazed to feel her lips pressing against the curly muff covering the roots of his cock, finally. Then she contracted the muscles of her throat, making them feel like the muscles of her cunt sheath contracting with the pulsations of orgasm, only stronger. Buzz yelled, sounding like someone was killing him.
Feeling dazed and dizzy from the raging flood of sensation she'd created.
Then she drew his cock outward again, applying a powerful suction. Buzz felt like Barb was sucking the strength from every cell of his body. His cock felt as if it was ballooning. A kind of excruciatingly sweet, painfully delicious paralysis again gripped him. He felt helpless. He felt a tremendous explosion about to blow the head of his cock off.
Buzz wanted to yell. Screaming would have been even better. He felt a desperate need to somehow release some of the fantastic pressure mounting to such indescribable intensity within him.
But Barb's thrusting, caressing finger kept stroking in and out of his asshole relentlessly, just as her hotly sucking, licking, squeezing mouth kept on relentlessly building an ever-increasing pressure of sensation within his blazing cock. Buzz felt as if his flesh and bone were being melted into a molten blob from which to fuel his cock once it exploded into a flame-erupting rocket. His overloaded senses reeled. He felt himself teetering on the brink of that incredible explosion.
Then Barb's fiery mouth was gone, letting the coolness of the moist, night air strike his burning cock. Buzz croaked in a strangled voice, "What's wrong? Don't stop now! Lord, don't stop now, please!"
He heard Barb's ragged whisper, repeating, "Will you promise to make love to me this way, too, Buzz? Promise?"
"Whatever you want, however you want! Anything, damn it!" Buzz gasped. "Just don't stop now!"
Barb's lips closed upon the head of his blazing cock again. Once more that fiery tongue licked at it with that fantastic swirling motion. The pressure of unreleased sensation and excitement shot to a new high within Buzz. He felt if his cock didn't explode, he'd die.
Every muscle in his entire body suddenly went rigid. A bomb of sensation seemed to have exploded inside his cock! Shock waves went blasting through his entire body. An anguished yell, very nearly a scream, ripped its way out of Buzz. Later he thought perhaps he actually passed out for a few seconds, overwhelmed by the intensity of the raging sensation.
When his mind began weakly to function again, Buzz was aware that the pulsations of his geysering cock were ebbing. Barb, however, was still relentlessly nursing away at the fountain still flowing from it. Obviously she was enjoying the hot brew had been pouring into her mouth. Buzz found himself feeling completely drained, but she kept right on sucking. She seemed determined not to leave a single drop unsavored.
CHAPTER SIX
Buzz lay struggling to catch his breath, feeling completely wrung out, when Barb finally let his wilting cock slip from her mouth.
She stretched herself beside him upon the raft. He felt the tip of her finger lovingly trace the outline of his lips. Wearily he opened his eyes.
Buzz found Barb leaning over him so that her ripely big tits were hanging invitingly close to his mouth. He mustered enough strength to raise his hands, caught those twin beauties in them and brought the rigid nipples to his mouth.
An ecstatic moan came out of Barb as he sucked them in. She rolled over him, bringing her feverish cunt down upon his wilted cock. Buzz felt a shudder shake her whole body, as if she'd been gripped by a spasm of excitement.
Barb began wriggling her sweet ass, grinding her drooling cunt against his limp cock. Buzz knew she must be dying for relief from the excitement she'd generated in herself while giving him that terrific trip.
Strength began flowing back through him. Buzz put his arms around Barb and while holding her close rolled her under himself. He released her tits from his mouth and began kissing his way southward, just as she'd done.
Following Barb's example, Buzz paused at her navel, licking around the rim of it. Then he plunged the tip of his tongue as deep into it as he could. He felt Barb's fingers twine lovingly in his hair, a murmur of pleasure slipping softly from her.
Buzz then kissed and licked a meandering path on southward across her smooth, flat lower belly. The skin felt velvety soft and creamy smooth. His tongue easily detected the movement of her muscles under that lovely skin as they rippled and tensed and started knotting with the growing sensation.
Buzz was amazed to find himself beginning to feel excited all over again, his limp cock beginning to lose its limpness and fill with fresh excitement triggered by Barb's response to him. His caressing mouth reached the upper edge of Barb's silky nest of cunt-hair and another delicious little moan came sighing out of her.
Now Buzz could feel the muscles under the smooth skin of her belly really beginning to knot up. Pleased satisfaction washed through him as he realized how much pleasure his caresses were creating for her. She speeded his cock's reviving interest in life.
Buzz kissed Barb's lower belly from one side of that silky muff to the other. Her breathing began sounding labored and just the sound seemed erotic as hell to Buzz. His cock was completely rigid again, eager for more action.
But after the terrific job of sucking his cock Barb had done, Buzz figured he owed it to her to keep his promise and try to lick her cunt, if that's what she wanted. He found a growing curiosity within himself about whether it actually was possible to give a woman satisfaction with his mouth and tongue that was comparable to what she got from a stiff cock applied warmheartedly.
Buzz moved around between Barb's long legs. She raised her knees high and spread them wide. Even in the darkness shrouding the lake, Buzz could see her sweet cunt open to him invitingly.
But instead of kissing straight into it, Buzz decided to make her wait for that a bit longer. He had a hunch the waiting would build the intensity of her passion. So he began kissing one soft inner thigh just below the point of one upraised knee. As he kissed and licked his way downward toward her cunt, Barb began moaning softly, making little wriggling movements with her sweet ass, obviously trying to urge him to quicken his pace in working his way toward her feverishly awaiting cunt.
Buzz still had that hunch, however, that he'd be smarter to ignore Barb's pleading, that the intensity of her sensations would be multiplied by being given plenty of time, by avoiding impatience. So when her silky muff of cunt hair brushed his cheek and his hot tongue had almost reached her feverish groin, Buzz abruptly switched his caresses to her other knee. A groan of disappointment came from Barb, sounding ragged with her breathlessness. But Buzz ignored it, unhurriedly beginning to kiss and lick his way downward over the soft, sensitive skin of that other inner thigh.
That time as Buzz again approached the sweet, damp curls covering Barb's skin surrounding her cunt, she began wriggling her ass faster while moaning continuously. Buzz had the pleasant feeling that he was nearly driving her out of her gourd with the intensity of her anticipation. Vaguely he was aware that his own cock was so rigidly excited it had started aching.
Barb thrust her steaming cunt upward toward his mouth imploringly. But Buzz didn't accept her invitation. Again his cheek was brushing her damp cunt hair. He could actually feel heat radiating from her feverish cunt against his cheek. He kept a tight grip on his patience, however. He licked wetly through the velvety crease of her groin. Barb began quivering, her whole body trembling, with anticipation.
But Buzz still ignored her impatient cunt, taking his caress to her other groin. He gave that other velvety crease a leisurely lick. Barb's trembling became more violent, her moaning gasps more agonized.
Instead of taking his mouth to her cunt, however, Buzz suddenly thrust his tongue into the crack of her ass, still following Barb's own example. The tip of his tongue thrust inward until it flicked across Barb's startled asshole. A low scream came from her.
Before she could catch her breath from that, Buzz sent his tongue licking wetly and hotly across her trembling asshole a second time. He brought the tip of it back instantly to that button of puckered, sensitive flesh and started licking around and around it, just as she'd done to his belly button. A wailing moan came gasping from her raggedly.
Buzz kept swirling the tip of his tongue around Barb's asshole.
Her wailing moan suddenly raised, growing louder sharply, becoming a scream of anguished ecstasy. Buzz felt the muscles of her puckered asshole begin working furiously.
Amazement flashed through him. Inexperienced though he was, he realized what had happened; he'd triggered Barb off into orgasm!
Barb began writhing furiously upon the floor of the raft, thrusting her sweet ass at his mouth demandingly, frantic to intensify the contact with his tongue. Buzz felt so pleased with himself he almost forgot to keep on licking away at her wildly pulsating asshole. For a rank beginner at cunt licking, he felt he must be turning in a championship performance to have triggered Barb without yet having once touched her actual cunt.
But Buzz caught himself before he got carried away by his self-congratulations. Instead of giving Barb any chance to subside, Buzz kept right on licking away at her furiously pulsating asshole, determined to see how many trips he could send her on nonstop.
It excited Buzz like nothing he'd ever dreamed of, watching Barb, hearing her screams, feeling her frantically pulsating lower body as she flew in wild, orgasmic orbit. His revived cock was throbbing with a charge of renewed excitement so intense Buzz thought he might start spurting fiery come juice all over the floor of the raft. But he came to realize that he could now enjoy a far higher, more intense level of sensation than he'd ever experienced before, yet without triggering. Having already come twice, he found he had control now such as he'd never dreamed was possible.
Twice more in rapid succession Barb was triggered off upon new orgasms by the storm of sensation Buzz found himself able to create in her by licking her asshole. As the furious spasms of the third orgasm finally started ebbing, Buzz borrowed another leaf from Barb's own example. The whole area of her asshole was saturated with his own saliva, slippery and ready. Buzz slipped a thumb into Barb's asshole and his forefinger into her still weakly pulsating cunt. Barb screamed and Buzz thought he'd triggered her fourth trip.
But an instant later her scream died and her tense body relaxed a little. Buzz brought the tips of his thumb and finger together and discovered a thin wall of membrane between them and in it something that felt like a small cord. He gave the cord an experimental stroke between his cautious fingertips. Barb moaned and wriggled her ass, obviously enjoying that new caress.
Buzz began stroking the slippery cord between thumb and fingertips, then licked hotly into Barb's velvety groins again to warn her of what he intended doing next. Again Barb moaned and wriggled her ass, her fingers abruptly clutching at his hair.
Barb's grip on his hair tightened as Buzz licked wetly through her second groin. She began pulling at his hair, obviously determined to bring his mouth to her impatiently waiting cunt with no more delay.
When she had his mouth over the open, hungry lips of her cunt, Buzz suddenly brought his lips down upon her cunt lips and sent his tongue shooting through them and into her as far as he could make it go. Another anguished scream came from Barb as her fingers worked convulsively in his hair.
Buzz started licking in and out of Barb's sweet cunt as fast as he could. He knew for a fact, now, that the locker room wiseoffs who claimed all female cunts smelled like overripe fish were as far from the truth as if they'd claimed all girls and women have halitosis. He figured the breath from a cunt, like the breath from a mouth, probably was sweet or foul depending on individual health and cleanliness. One thing was certain; the breath and taste of Barb's cunt possessed a heady sweetness the most finicky male couldn't possibly describe as anything less than delectable.
Buzz forgot those thoughts, however, as another anguished scream rose from Barb, then the muscles of her cunt gripped down around his licking tongue and began pulsating, milking away at it furiously. Her ass wriggled and bucked, thrusting her cunt harder against his caressing mouth. The orgasm seemed to go on and on and on, endlessly. And the longer it lasted, the more intense became the inferno of excitement Buzz felt building within his belly. The excitement of Barb's response to his caresses would have built a hard-on on a statue, Buzz figured. The load of sensation roaring through his cock and guts seemed fantastic, yet he didn't trigger. It was like having your cake yet getting to eat it too.
Greedily Buzz thrust his tongue into Barb's furiously pulsating cunt, as ever straining to send it deeper than ever before.
Hungrily he lapped up her hotly flowing love juices. Her fingers in his hair gripped tight repeatedly and pulled his mouth harder against her quaking cunt.
Suddenly Buzz realized what she actually was doing was to pull the tip of his nose against something at the very top of her cunt. He was at the time still unaware of even the existence of such an item of feminine equipment as a clitoris, but with Barb's guidance he discovered that center of her sexual sensitivity before he knew it had a name. Buzz began rocking his head slightly as he continued licking her cunt, the movement causing the tip of his nose to stroke the spot Barb had guided him to.
In appreciation for his quickness to follow her direction, Barb screamed ecstatically and blasted into a fifth orgasm before her fourth had entirely ended. That kind of reaction to caresses with the mere tip of his nose gave Buzz a clue to the degree of sensitivity of the newly discovered area. With that awakening came an inspiration.
As Barb's fifth and most intense orgasm started finally to ebb, Buzz switched his tongue and mouth from the gateway to that slippery tunnel leading to her inner mysteries and took them to her clitoris. He brought a more ecstatic scream from Barb than before as his lips closed over his discovery there at the top of her cunt and his tongue began stroking the rigid little shaft he found Barb had there. A tremendous shudder shook Barb's entire body.
Barb screamed again. Then Buzz felt the powerful pulsations of a fresh orgasm begin pumping away relentlessly throughout her cunt and whole lower belly. His own cock felt like it actually was vibrating it was so charged with excitement. He'd never dreamed it was possible for a male to experience such a charge of excitement, yet without shooting his wad. It was fantastic!
Unforgettable!
And then Buzz forgot it, as other members of his crew suddenly burst from combat mess yelling at each other and started clambering into the truck to join him. Feeling almost embarrassed, almost as if they'd caught him in the actual act of eating Barb's pussy that first time, Buzz tried to cover it by yelling into the darkness at them, "Is everybody ready for another exciting holiday excursion to some jolly Jerry tourist trap?"
"Like old Schweinfurt?" Stubb's voice yelled back.
"Or somewhere else equally as exciting," Buzz responded, his tone one of elaborate casualness he didn't feel.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Another voice called, "When you've seen one of 'em, you've seen 'em all and the pay's exactly the same. So what's the difference?"
"If you don't know, I sure's hell ain't gonna try tellin' you!" someone else yelled.
Then the trucks were moving, feeling their way forward through the blackness. Suddenly everyone went quiet at the same moment and Buzz felt the silence closing in again on that something deep within him that enabled him to keep fighting, to keep functioning.
To no one and to everyone he announced, "May I offer my sincere condolences to all you poor slobs who've got this little ride ahead of you again and again and again. When I get back today, I'll have my pocket full. The magic number."
Someone yelled, "Don't tell us you're gonna be chicken and quit, just 'cause you got twenty-five milk runs behind yuh?"
"You're damned right I'm gonna quit," Buzz back, "just like you'll grab the first thing you can get back to the States when you hit the magic number!"
"Like hell," the voice called back through the blackness, "I'm gonna be a real hero, like that sergeant over in the 350th Squadron. A real fuckin' hero! You hear about him?"
"You and your fart-head latrine rumors!" another voice yelled.
"No latrine rumor shit," the other voice called back. "Sergeant Devanowski's his name. He's LWG in the Squadron CO's crew.
Transferred in or reassigned after he was the only one that got out alive when the fort he originally was assigned to got blown apart over France. After the bastard hit the ground, he give the Jerries the slip, got to the French underground and the helped 'im make it off the continent and back here. So he finished out his twenty-five last week, took a pass to London, then came back two days ago and put in for another combat tour with his same crew."
There was a moment of heavy silence, broken only by the sound of the crawling truck's motor and gears. Then someone muttered, "Any asshole that'd do that oughta be booted out on a Section Eight!
What the hell's he tryin' to do ... make the rest of us who have his kind of luck look like penny-ante goldbricks?"
"You got holes in your head where they don't belong if you even worry how you look," someone growled. "When I get back from that twenty-fifth one, they won't get this son to make a twenty-sixth, even if they offered me a general's star and I'll shit on any ground griper who thinks that makes me look like a goldbricker!"
"How about after you've had a stateside tour for a few months, then they assign you to a new tour somewhere in the Pacific?" someone asked. "They can do that, you know. And I hear the worse junk heap we put in the air in this theater would be grabbed off out there by some Air Task Force Commander as his personal fighting ship."
"I'll worry about that after I make my twenty-five here," the anti-hero declared stubbornly as the truck lurched to a stop. Men started clambering out. Buzz sat where he was, waiting patiently while those nearer the tailgate got out of the way. As he sat there he was thinking ahead, was realizing he'd been so intent on making his twenty-five that he'd forgotten to think about what they could do with him after that. He'd have to look into that.
He wasn't as green and stupid as he'd been when he volunteered himself into combat flying. But just because he'd made a dumb-kid mistake once didn't mean he'd never be able to live it down; there was some way to get away from it and he damned well was going to find it.
The truck had cleared out. Buzz followed the others to the ground outside. He joined the crowd backed up in the blackness outside the Briefing Room entrance. Two guards, their uniforms immaculate, were carefully checking passes and faces. Once you walked past them, you were beyond the point of no return; no one was allowed to go on Sick Call once he'd attended Briefing.
Deep inside Buzz a little voice started screaming at him again.
Screaming that he should make a run for the hospital while he still had the chance.
Buzz fought if down. Tried to block it out. But just in case he couldn't, he pushed his way quickly through the crowd, ignoring the curses of those he jostled in passing, pressing on determined to reach the guards as quickly as possible. Regardless of how rough today's mission might turn out to be, getting it made today would be better than having to sweat it out any longer. If the weather really went to hell, like it often did this time of year in England, he could wind up stuck here and sweating it a whole week.
The guards passed him. Buzz stepped through the blackout curtains over the doorway and was inside. He raised a hand to shield his eyes from the glaring light that filled the room. When his eyes had adjusted, he veered left to the side aisle. He walked down it to the end of the bench where his crew always gathered.
As he took a seat, Buzz glanced around. The room was less than half full, but already a heavy haze of cigarette smoke hung in the air.
Stub joined him. Then Jock Davenport, their left waist gunner.
Then their newest replacement, Lyle Henderson, ball turret gunner. A pink-cheeked kid less than two weeks from stateside.
Lyle hesitated, obviously uncertain about whether or not he should sit down, still feeling like an outsider. Buzz called, "Over here, Henderson! Sit here with me."
The kid's eyes flashed to Buzz in surprise. Buzz gestured to the place beside himself, calling, "Maybe some of my luck'll rub off on you. Besides, come tomorrow there'll be a replacement here for me and you'll be one of the old hands in this crew. Time you started acting like one of us."
Still acting uncertain but looking appreciative, the kid made his way toward the seat beside Buzz, asking, "Why tomorrow?"
Buzz chuckled expansively, "Because I'm long gone for home, once we get back from today's mission. So come tomorrow, you'll have a brand-new face behind the top turret guns. Probably some green guy fresh from stateside!"
Buzz patted the seat beside him. Henderson sat down, grinning suddenly from ear to ear. He reminded Buzz of a friendly puppy, so damned eager to please, so damned anxious to be accepted. It seemed almost pitiful.
Then the crew's radioman, Bob Lyle, showed up with Tom Mitchell, their right waist gunner. As they entered the row from the side aisle, the junior officers of the crew pushed in from the center aisle, led by Lieutenant Sievers, their copilot. Lieutenant Luke Reasoner, their navigation officer, was behind him, followed by the bombardier, Lieutenant Roy Haynes, who brought up the rear.
Captain Cord walked on down the aisle to the front bench where he sat down with all the other plane commanders and squadron leaders. The whole room had filled up suddenly. The outer doors were closed. It was time for Briefing to begin.
A major stepped to the platform at the front of the room. He looked so neatly uniformed, compared to the air crews packed into the room. He appeared almost fastidious, by comparison.
The major began roll call, singing out the names of plane commanders. Each commander answered not only for himself but for his entire crew. That set off a good deal of twisting and turning by the officers on those front benches as they checked the benches behind before the major called their name.
When the roll call had been completed, the major walked to the rear of the platform. He stopped beside a large black curtain covering a large area of the wall. He pulled cords which drew the curtain aside, revealing a large-scale map fixed upon the wall. A length of black yarn stretched from the point representing their airfield to a distant point in the very heart of the continent.
Everyone in the room leaned forward, eyes straining intently in an effort to read the name at the eastern end of that yarn. A quiet had fallen so deep it seemed everyone had stopped breathing.
"Berlin!" the major announced dramatically. A sick feeling shot through the guts of Buzz. Why the hell hadn't he listened to that inner voice? It had tried to warn him! Now it was too late.
As if to underscore that fact, the major was saying, "You will talk to no one about the target, once you leave this room. If you overhear any person saying anything about the target outside this room, report it to your S-2 officer. At once! And if this mission should be scrubbed, that order applies double. Understood?"
The major paused, glancing around, his eyes searching each of them. Finally he continued, "Any man flying this mission who had not received PW instructions, report immediately after this briefing to an S-2 officer.
"Each of you is to carry his dog tags. You will carry your name, rank and serial number ID only. No squadron insignia. I repeat, do not ... wear squadron insignia. In addition to flying boots, make certain you have a pair of GI shoes with you. Just in case some hiking becomes necessary."
"Cheerful son-of-a-bitch!" Buzz muttered. But from others throughout the big room raised a scattering of tired chuckles.
Mingled through the chuckles were groans raised by others.
On that note, the major introduced the Wing Commander, Colonel Beasley. Beasley swept the room with narrowed eyes, then declared, "Well, men ... this is the day we we all been waiting for."
Like hell! Buzz thought. I could settle for never seeing Berlin, today or ever!
"This is the day Hitler said the world would never see," the colonel went on, his voice rasping and hard.
To himself Buzz snorted, Who the hell cares what old Shithead Schickelgruber said about anything? He slumped down, elbows upon his knees, face in his hands. Buzz had heard all of this briefing that concerned him; the name of the target. Everything that followed would be information that concerned only pilots or navigators or bombardiers. All Buzz needed to know, as engineering officer and top turret gunner, was that the gas tanks were brimming full and the motors fine tuned. There would be nothing about that in the rest of this briefing. He blocked out the colonel's voice and the voices of all who followed him. When they reached their Fortress at its hard stand, the crew chief would give Buzz the only additional word of any importance to him. Until then Buzz felt a desperate need to keep his mind off the combat hell he knew awaited them in the skies ahead that day.
He turned him mind back to the memory of eating Barb's sweet pussy that first time, struggling to shut out all t houghts about Berlin. About the swarms of German fighters he knew would fill the air long before they got within several hundred miles of that target, making an all-out frenzied effort to deep them from ever reaching it. It would be like Schweinfurt had been the second time.
Probably even worse. Lord, a third Schweinfurt or worse! He could have done without it. Somehow he'd managed to live through two raids on that damned Schweinfurt, but three times was stretching his luck damned thin. Only Buzz and Captain Cord, his plane commander, were left of their original crew who'd flown Terrible Turk to England from the States and fought her on her very first mission against the Germans. Only the two of them left out of the ten who'd make that first combat mission and now they had to face something as bad or worse than a third Schewinfurt! Who the bloody hell could expect their luck to hold up through a third go-round like this was sure to be?
Buzz knew he somehow had to shut that out. He struggled to remember how it had been as he sucked and licked away at Barb's pulsating clitoris that first time.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The furious orgasm triggered by his lips sucking Barb's clitoris as his tongue licked it had lasted longer Buzz remembered, than any of those before it. She had really gone into orbit.
When it finally started to ebb Buzz suddenly realized he had one bet left. One hand had remained wholly unoccupied, contributing nothing to Barb's excitement, during all her previous orally triggered orgasms. Buzz sent that hand searching suddenly for Barb's nearest tit.
His thumb and forefinger closed upon her rigid nipple just as her sixth orgasm ended. As she started to go limp, Buzz started pulling that nipple gently and rolling it between thumb and finger at the same time continuing the caresses of his other thumb and finger in her asshole and cunt. He also continued sucking away at her clitoris, licking at it with his fiery tongue.
Suddenly a low scream came from her and she stiffened. Then it was as if Buzz had turned the key that hand opened the floodgate that released a new flood of passion. Her sweet ass began wriggling again as frantically as ever before Then she surprised Buzz with something she hadn't done before.
Barb's legs sprang upward, her thighs clamping in against his cheeks. Her heels came together behind his head, her legs locking securely around his head. Before Buzz realized what had happened, Barb had a grip on his head that squeezed his face in so tightly against her freshly pulsating cunt he felt in danger of being suffocated.
At the same time, Barb's whole body began jerking convulsively.
Being such a complete greenhorn to everything sexual beyond wet dreams and jacking off, Buzz suddenly found himself filled with fear. The way she kept grunting and gasping and screaming, her whole body writhing as she forced her cunt ever more tightly against his mouth, had Buzz scared he'd started something he hadn't bargained for.
He slipped thumb and finger out of her relentlessly pulsating asshole and cunt. He pulled his other hand away from her tit. But he found himself helpless to tear his imprisoned face away from her furiously quaking cunt. The way she kept right on coming had Buzz worried that just the breath he managed to pull to his tortured lungs, flowing across her fiery clitoris as it came and went, was creating enough stimulation to that sensitive little shaft to keep Barb coming endlessly.
Reluctantly, however, the furious pulsations did finally ease.
Suddenly they ended as quickly as they had started. Barb went limp. Buzz pulled his face from her steaming cunt, gasping for breath. He'd never known anything could feel so good as that fresh, cool, night air felt as he drew it deeply into his starving lungs.
When Buzz got his breath flowing in and out properly again, he stretched out on the raft beside Barb. She was still struggling with her breathing, gasping and panting weakly as if she had too little strength left for the struggle. Buzz hugged her close, bringing her big, naked tits against his chest, her slippery, slobber-soaked cunt against his achingly rigid cock. Lovingly she intertwined her long legs with his.
They lay together that way for a moment, then Barb's breathing eased more. She drew a deep breath slowly, then murmured, "Lover, even if you were a virgin, you could give lessons to the college-joe experts. I don't understand how you would've made that feel so much greater than any of them ever did if you've never had any experience before tonight. You must be a real miracle-man. You sure showed me some real magic. You are terrific!"
Her words of awed approval made Buzz feel ten feet tall as he lay there holding her close. A luxuriously voluptuous sigh came from Barb, carrying a note of deep contentment.
A moment later she suddenly became aware, as if for the first time, of that rigid cock Buzz had nuzzling her juicy cunt. She put a hand down between their bellies and gripped it gently, then murmured wonderingly, "Why, he's all hard and ready for more fun and games!"
Her hand on his cock had made Buzz a little breathless again and he didn't attempt to respond to her comment. She suddenly threw one leg up over his hip, opening her cunt to his cock. Then she started stroking the tingling head of his rigid cock back and forth through her cunt's slippery lusciousness.
A couple of seconds later Barb murmured, "After that superman tongue job you just treated my pussy to, I expected it'd be too numb to feel anything more tonight. But already you're starting to feel sensational to my pussy again, lover man!" Buzz hugged Barb to himself more tightly and rolled her up astride of him.
Barb caught her weight upon her knees and one hand and raised herself over Buzz. He raised his hands and caught her big, ripely luscious tits in them. Her hand still gripping his cock was stroking the head of it against her clitoris caressingly. She murmured, "Had you known about this little sex trigger of mine before, lover?"
In the act of starting to suck her nipples into his mouth, Buzz paused, gulping as he shook his head, then declared, "I still don't know about it. You seemed to be trying to point me to it, so I just tried to do what you. seemed to be telling me you'd like to have done. But I still have no idea exactly what I was working on."
"You are fan-tastic!" Barb exclaimed approvingly. "Well, it's called my clitoris and it looks kind of like a tiny male penis.
Sometime when we're making love again where there's plenty of light, I'll show you. I'll introduce you two. The way you two get along, you'd really ought to be on a first-name basis," she chuckled breathlessly.
There was a sound of rising excitement in that chuckle of Barb's and hearing it excited Buzz even more. A fine trembling of anticipation flashed through him.
Then he felt Barb start the head of his aching cock into her fiery, tight cunt. Buzz again was amazed at the indescribable goodness of the sensation that flooded him as his cock went sliding smoothly into the tight hotness of her sweet cunt. It felt to him as if his cock completely filled that feverish, velvety, glovelike sheath with its hardness.
What amazed him even more was the possibility that his cock going in to her could feel as great to Barb as it was feeling to him.
But that's what she seemed to be telling him when she gasped, "Fan-tastic! ... Seems impossible, but he feels even greater to me than he did the first time he was in me! But I just knew we'd fit like this! I just knew it!"
She paused with her belly pressed tightly against his, with his cock buried in her cunt to its roots. She seemed to be just savoring the goodness of the feeling she'd just said their coupling was bringing her.
Buzz had an inspiration. He'd discovered while jacking off that tensing his belly muscles made the head of his cock jump when it was stiff. He tried it now and felt the head of his cock move deep within Barb's cunt. She gasped. She sounded surprised and delighted. She exclaimed breathlessly, "None of those college experts ever did that to me! That felt marvy!"
Buzz did it again and again Barb gasped in pleasure. She murmured, "That feels ... delicious!" Then sounding suddenly thoughtful she added, "Isn't it strange how taste words ... delicious ... delectable ... sweet, luscious ... words like that ... are the only ones that come close to describing the sensations we enjoy during good sex?"
"I hadn't thought about it ... but I guess you're right." Buzz told her. He made the head of his cock jump deep within her luscious cunt again and again Barb gasped in pleasure.
Then she declared, "And something else ..."
Buzz made the head of his cock give her another deep, inner caress and drew another sighing gasp from her, then prompted, "Something else?"
Over him, Barb nodded briefly, resuming, "Even when oral sex is as great as you've just made it for me, it's only a second-best substitute for the greatness of being coupled together like this!" She wriggled her sweet ass on his cock with a small rotating movement that brought a low, "Ah--h-h-h-h-h-m-m-m-m-muh!" out of her.
That seemed to set Barb off. She started bobbing her ass up and down over Buzz, stroking his stiff cock in and out of her cunt in short movements that brought another delighted, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-muh!" sighing voluptuously out of her.
She stilled again, her belly pressed tightly against his, her greedy cunt straining to swallow every bit of his cock's hard goodness, again savoring the feeling of their deep coupling. Then she murmured, "Real fucking is so great there's just nothing that really compares to it. Why'd we take so long, waste so much time, before we finally got our things together, lover-man? We should've started fucking like this at least two summers ago.
Think of all the terrific fucks we've wasted. Gone forever. Gone like the time we could've used for that fucking but wasted on little kid games or something else just as--"
She broke off with an ecstatic, "Hh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-muh!" as Buzz greedily sucked both her tits into his mouth. As he started sucking her tits steadily, his tongue licking around one rigid nipple with a swirling motion and then around the other, another low, voluptuous, "Ah-h-h-h-h-m-m-m-muh!" came gasping out of Barb.
She started wriggling her sweet ass on his cock again in that circular motion she'd used before. After a moment she murmured breathlessly, "If I'd ever dreamed how terrific real fucking would be with you, I'd have raped you years ago ... if I'd had to!"
Buzz made no comment but kept right on gobbling away at Barb's luscious tits. She started stroking his stiff cock in and out of her cunt, her thrusts only short movements at first. As she kept fucking him, however, her sweet ass bobbed harder, her stroked growing longer. She began panting as if she'd been running.
Suddenly Buzz realized that the sensitive head of his pistoning cock was detecting a subtle change in the texture of the lining of Barb's cunt. He wondered if it was something caused by the charge of excitement within her becoming intensified?
As that thought flashed through his mind, he seemed to hear confirmation in the words Barb suddenly was breathlessly gasping as she exclaimed, "I thought after the way you made me come with that terrific tongue job, that even trying to come again tonight might kill me. But I'm gonna come again, lover man! I can feel it building! Oh, is it ever building! Away deep inside me it's building like I've never felt it build before! and I'm gonna come, lover man, like I never have come before! Oh, am I ever gonna come!"
Abruptly Barb stopped the long hard stokes of his cock in and out of her steaming cunt. She switched to rubbing her belly tightly against his, obviously trying to create greater friction on her clitoris. Buzz felt little more than the head of his cock moving deep inside her, but the sensation it was creating for her apparently was mountainous.
Barb's panting gasps began sounding like sobs. Buzz felt fresh flows of the hot love juice from the lining of her cunt bathing the entire length of his electrified cock. The sensation was terrific. Frantically he gobbled away at her tits, wondering if he was going to be able to hold off shooting his wad long enough this time to give Barb a chance to ride him until she was completely finished.
Just then Barb did something that didn't help at all. She raised her belly away from his abruptly. As she drew his cock outward, she clamped down upon it with the muscles of her cunt sheath, multiplying the friction on his cock. The intensity of the sensation in his cock skyrocketed!
Buzz yelled. It came from his tit-filled mouth muffled, sounding like little more than a mere groan. But it started from deep in his gut as a yell, regardless of how it sounded as it trickled from his tit-filled lips.
Buzz felt the flared rim at the trailing edge of the head of his cock come slipping outward through ring after ring of Barb's encircling cunt muscles. And as it came, she gripped down upon it with those muscles again and again, creating a rip-tide of sensation that seemed to threaten to blow off the top of his head.
Another yell came trickling past Barb's luscious tits as Buzz gobbled away at them frantically. He could feel the come juices gathering in the roots of his cock, giving promise of a fantastic eruption. His senses were almost swamped by the buffeting waves of sensation.
Buzz felt Barb check the withdrawal of his cock just as that flared rim forced her cunt's inner lips open more widely to release it. But she didn't allow that, instead slamming her sweet ass downward suddenly in a furious thrust that brought their bellies together with an audible slap as they collided. Talk about delicious! Buzz knew he'd have started coming right then and there, if he hadn't already lost his was long before, if it hadn't been for the times he'd come earlier that session. But despite those earlier comes, he knew he was getting desperately close to triggering again.
Barb began bobbing her ass up and down over Buzz, stroking his cock in and out of her cunt's hotly clinging sheath faster and harder! Then faster and harder still! She had their bellies raising on audible slap every time they came together.
Something about that sound seemed to intensify the tidal wave of delicious sensation Buzz found himself enjoying. Time and time again Barb drew back until his cock would have dropped free of her burning cunt's grip as her ass retreated a fraction farther.
Each time her sweet ass reversed direction at the last instant, however, plunging his cock's hardness back into the depths of her fiery cunt as hard as she possibly could. The sensation was indescribable!
Over Buzz, Barb was panting and gasping and moaning as she continued to frantically hammer his cock in and out of her ravenous cunt. Buzz found himself bowing his back up off the floor of the raft, thrusting his ass upward in a frantic attempt to plunge his cock deeper into her marvelously delicious cunt than it had yet gone. It was as if he'd become convinced the trigger that would sent Barb roaring away into orgasmic orbit was waiting there to be touched, just beyond the deepest point the head of his cock had yet managed to reach.
CHAPTER NINE
Buzz knew the exquisite explosion both Barb and he were so frantically striving for couldn't possibly be far beyond. The intensifying promise of that eruption had started creating delightful pain throughout his cock and entire belly. More delightful than the pain, however, was his realization that Barb was as wholly caught up in the delights of that same exquisite torment as he was. The times she'd come earlier were making her far less hair-trigger, thus allowing the indescribably delectable sexual excitement filling her to build pressure that was fantastic.
Barb started riding Buzz as if determined to drive his ass right through the floor of the raft. She kept hammering their bellies together, riding him without pause.
Then it happened! Barb's head tipped back on her shoulders and a strangled cry of rapturous ecstasy tore itself from her. At that same instant Buzz felt all the muscles of her tight, fiery cunt clamp down upon his cock. The desperate grip held for an instant, no longer. Suddenly all those muscles began working, pulsating furiously, milking away at his cock frantically. Buzz felt something like an electric charge flash from somewhere deep within Barb's cunt and zap the tingling head of his cock!
Buzz yelled again! He felt that only Barb's tits stuffed in his mouth kept him from being heard clear to town. The whole head of his cock seemed to blow off. Buzz felt like he was shooting jets of liquid fire from his furiously pulsating cock. His senses reeled, nearly overwhelmed by the raging tornado of sensation that had gripped him.
For a time he lost all track of what Barb was doing, all track of everything other than her fiery cunt milking away relentlessly upon his erupting cock. The fantastic firestorm of passion raged on and on and on. Buzz felt there was going to be no end to his blazing cock's pumping jet after fiery yet of his burning come juice into Barb's greedily drinking cunt. The sensation was fantastically delicious!
Finally Buzz began to once more be aware of more than his throbbing cock in Barb's furiously pulsating cunt. He found Barb was still struggling over him. Her entire body seemed to be quivering. She seemed nearly exhausted. Her breath was coming in tortured gasps, as if she couldn't get enough air into her burning lungs. Yet she obviously was still coming, still in the unrelenting grip of powerful, involuntary spasms.
A low, anguished moan trickled from Barb's twisted lips. It frightened Buzz, sounding to him like she might be dying.
Yet she kept right on struggling over him weakly, kept right on striving to keep his cock stroking in and out of her feebly pulsating cunt. Buzz wondered if he should try to stop her, if he should wrap his arms around her and hug her so close she couldn't keep on moving.
Before he could make a decision, Barb collapsed. Her body fell limply upon him, her sweat-drenched skin plastering against his and sticking fast. Later she confided to Buzz that she'd come five more times while he'd been coming once. That fuck had taken all the wiggles out of her sweet ass for at least two hours.
The first faint promise of dawn had been in the eastern sky before Barb revived enough for one last, long, lingering fuck.
Then they'd helped each other make the long swim back to shore, had dressed quickly and went tearing home, suddenly fearful that an early-rising parent might discover their absence. They hadn't, but the possibility had seemed to add something to their excitement. That possible jeopardy had been woven into and added its special zest to their excitement every time they'd fucked during all the days and nights that had followed. Now all of it seemed like something from another lifetime.
The sound of many feet scuffing on the floor around Buzz brought him flashing back to the present. He glanced around, startled.
Everyone else was on their feet, the briefing over.
Buzz jumped to his feet and joined the others as they moved slowly back toward the door. At the doorway, survival kits were being issued to each of them. Survival kits that couldn't do a man one damned bit of good unless he survived long enough to reach the earth.
And that was a mighty big "unless!" He had to survive a five-mile journey, a five-mile fall, from the high vaults on the edge of space. That was the big first step he had to take successfully, the step a man needed the most help to survive. But no one ever issued any survival kits designed to help a man with that step.
All he got to help him survive it was a parachute. Sometimes kraut bullets or cannon shells or flak had made a useless sieve out of it before a man ever tried to use it. Other times the same thing happened after he'd used it and was on his way down.
Buzz accepted his survival kit and stepped on outside. It was as black as ever. The fog felt a little thicker. But he was moving and just moving made him feel better. The Infantry didn't have any corner on the hell of having to sit and wait. Forced inaction seemed to intensify the feeling a man got that the jaws of hell were yawning just ahead.
Buzz headed for the equipment shack with the others. He checked out his chute and other flight gear. Added to the heavy flight suit and boots he'd had draped over his shoulder ever since he'd left quarters to go to morning chow, it added up to quite a bulky load of crud to lug around. But it was that or wear it.
Many crewmen preferred to waddle around in the fleece-lined pants and boots of their flight suit, instead of carrying them as Buzz always did. Even in the predawn cold of a foggy English morning, however, Buzz had found it was all too easy to work up a sweat when he wore all that gear. There was always more than enough sweat time while a man was getting into the air, as well as afterward, without rushing it, Buzz figured.
The ground crew was just finishing their work in the black night's wetness and cold when the truck hauling Buzz and the other crewmen paused at their Fort's hard stand. Everyone unloaded quickly and the truck went whining on toward the next hard stand, gears whining.
Buzz joined Captain Cord and the grizzled old master sergeant who was their crew chief. They went over a checklist of work that had been done to repair battle damage and mechanical wear.
That finished, Buzz got into his flying suit and pulled on flying boots in place of his GI shoes. When he finished lacing the fleece-lined boots, he zipped up the bulky flying suit pants, then pulled on the equally bulky jacket.
Later a Mae West would add further bulk and on top of it his parachute harness. But Buzz figured that added bulk was unnecessary at this stage; he threw Mae West and chute pack inside the Fort through the waist door where they'd be on board and handy. Then he turned toward the others of the crew at the little fire where they'd gathered to warm their hands. Inside all that sheepskin Buzz felt the rest of his body beginning to sweat, but his hands were like ice.
As Buzz approached the others, Captain Cord turned from the fire, saw him and stepped forward with a hand out. For a moment as they solemnly shook hands, neither of them said a thing. Then the captain murmured, "This is the one we've both been waiting for, Buzz."
Buzz nodded mutely, wanting to say something in return but somehow unable to find the right words. Surprise struck through him as he suddenly realized how the captain's face had changed.
Now there were deep lines in that face. There'd been no such lines in the face of the cocky second lieutenant Buzz had been assigned to that day which now seemed part of the dim, distant past when Cord had graduated from his training on Seventeens and been given his first command and the crew that went with it. They stood there a moment, hands still gripped, eyes searching each other's face. Suddenly Buzz heard himself saying, "With you driving, sir, we'll make it all the way."
"Thank you, Buzz," Captain Cord said quietly. Their hands slipped apart reluctantly, a strange feeling of comradeship hovering in the air between them almost visibly for one moment. Then Cord turned back to the others, calling, "It's about time to man stations. Relieve yourselves and get dressed."
This was a pre-take-off ritual. Even when a man left the ground with an empty bladder, the sixty-below-zero cold they found five miles up did things that often put one hell of a strain on a man's bladder. Attempting to hang your cock into a relief tube in that kind of cold was a dammed good way to get it literally frozen off, the kind of casualty no man wanted.
So every man in the flight crew joined the captain at the edge of the hard stand without need of a further word. When that was finished, each of them began "getting dressed," zipping up flying suits and leather jackets. Many slipped on their parachute harnesses. Then oxygen masks were checked for leaks. After that the lined-leather flying helmets were pulled on.
Buzz climbed into the Fort, grabbed his Mae West and chute pack, then walked on to the area directly below his fighting station and dropped them again there. He climbed to his perch behind the pilots to check the twin guns of his top turret. The ground crew usually assembled them for him simply because getting the sixty-five pounds weight of each gun into that turret was a two-man job. Buzz knew, however, that the gunners at other positions throughout the Fort were each busily assembling his weapon with a loving care which reflected its importance to his survival. Those guns might make the whole difference between the Fort getting back again safely or being shot down.
Besides checking guns, there was ammo to check. They were taking a lot of extra cans of it this trip, silent proof that the brass didn't expect them to have any picnic.
By the time those chores had been completed, the brakes of a jeep squealed outside. Captain Cord climbed into the cockpit to join the copilot, coming from a last minute conference with all nearby command pilots and squadron leaders.
Buzz listened as the captain settled into his seat and started ticking off the cockpit checklist. His attention was distracted from that by the bombardier. The officer came from the bomb bay and stopped directly below Buzz, his shoulders brushing the sergeant's legs as Buzz stood straddling the upper part of the passageway, head and shoulders up in the gun turret. Buzz glanced down, watching as the bombardier opened the hatch in the floor which gave entry to the compartment below the cockpit shared by him and the navigator.
Down there, as the officer started into his "office," Buzz got a glimpse of the navigator as he finished assembly of the four guns the two officers operated in the nose during aerial combat. He knew the navigator wouldn't utter one word of bitching to the bombardier about having had to assemble all four guns unassisted.
No one envied the bombardier the job he'd just completed in the bomb bay.
While the others had been assembling guns and checking ammo, the bombardier had climbed out on the catwalk spanning the bomb bay carrying a container of fuses. In the open bomb bay doors below him a member of the ground crew, an armament sergeant, waited with a wrench to assist him. Working together the two of them armed the bombs, fixing a fuse in the nose and in the tail of each bomb.
A sigh of relief slipped from Buzz as the bombardier slid through the hatch below and disappeared, closing it behind himself. Every man in the plane always held his breath until that job of the bombardier's was finished. Arming those bombs was ticklish business. More than once planes being prepared for a mission, as they were preparing theirs now, had suddenly disappeared in one great, shattering roar and blinding flash. Something had gone wrong while their bombs were being armed. Everyone in the plane and even in the vicinity outside the plane had gotten a fast flight to hell. It was a risk no combat crewman ever was quite able to accept casually.
Buzz pulled his head and shoulders down out of the turret, breathing easier now. He dropped to the passageway floor below and moved in behind the pilots' seats. He stood there, waiting.
When the captain asked for his engineer's report, Buzz made it tersely. As he completed it, the blackness over in the vicinity of the control tower was suddenly broken by a green Very light arching into the sky: the signal to start engines.
The captain nodded at Lieutenant Sievers; the first energizer began whining. The engines were still warm from their final tuning by the crew chief; the first one coughed immediately, then roared to life. In rapid succession the second, the third and finally the fourth began thundering.
CHAPTER TEN
Buzz remembered, as he stood there waiting while Captain Cord got all four engines idling to his satisfaction, when the thunder of a Fort's motors had given him a thrill that was very nearly sexual in its intensity. It seemed like that time had been years ago, now, as he stood there with his twenty-fifth combat mission about to begin. Like it was something from another lifetime, something that seemed so far away, something that had happened so long ago, it seemed unreal.
Even more unreal, perhaps because it actually had happened even longer before, was his memory of Shirley and the high old times he'd had with her his senior year of high school, just before he'd enlisted in the Army Air Corps. Buzz hadn't thought of her for months, although it seemed like years. He wondered why memories of Shirley should come to him now. Was it a good omen; or a bad one?
He hoped this damned mission went better than his long-standing romance with old Barb had gone after Shirley moved to town.
Shirley's father was a university professor who'd taken a sabbatical and moved to their small town for peace and quiet in which to do some writing. Shirley had wasted no time letting the first local guys who dated her know she considered them inexperienced, uncouth, amateurs at the game of lovemaking.
When word of her contemptuous dismissal of his friends' best efforts finally leaked out and got to Buzz, in his eyes Shirley became a challenge. He hadn't actually intended to be untrue to Barb, he'd merely wanted to give the smartass newcomer her comeuppance. Also Buzz had felt it would provide a priceless opportunity to quiet for all time the sneaking little doubts he sometimes had about the complete candor of all Barb had said about how superior he was as a lover compared to the university-joe friends of her cousins.
Buzz hadn't expected Barb to understand his male viewpoint on the matter, so he dated Shirley the first time on the sly. One way or the other, he'd honestly expected the one date would probably end it. Either he'd succeed in giving Shirley her comeuppance and dump her like she'd dumped his friends, scoring a triumph for the male egos of all, or he'd find out Barb had been too kind and go back to her with more love than ever. In that event, if his secret got out eventually, as his friends' had, Buzz had no doubt whatever that Barb would believe him without question if he simply swore such a story about him was a complete lie.
Stretching the truth only slightly, he felt, Buzz told Barb he had a weekend job at a ranch in the mountains over one hundred miles from town. Shirley had made no secret of her love for horseback riding, so Buzz took her to the mountains to show her some real riding on remote, back country trails that took them to breathtaking views well above timber line.
After Buzz felt Shirley had been sufficiently impressed by the beauties of the country, he'd just happened to lead to an isolated lake nestled among the high peaks. Buzz knew it was fed by hot springs and warm enough to swim in year around, but Shirley was amazed at the temperature of the crystal clear water when she dipped the tips of her fingers in. She instantly suggested they take a swim.
Buzz shrugged, acting casually indifferent, declaring, "In this thin, nigh-altitude air, nude swimming can get you a beaut of a sunburn unless you use tanning lotion like crazy."
Shirley exclaimed, "Nude swimming!" as if that hadn't been what she had in mind at all.
"Have you got a swimsuit with you?" Buzz demanded. "I sure as hell haven't. And I'm not about to get my shorts wet, then saddle burn my ass riding back down out of here. Which is exactly what will happen if you go swimming in your bra and panties, then make that ride with your panties damp. So if you want to swim, you go skinny-dipping. If that's out, swimming's out."
"Okay!" Shirley exclaimed brightly. "You talked me into it."
"Bullshit!" Buzz said emphatically. "I talked you into nothing.
It was your suggestion. I was only telling you what was wrong with it. What about sunburn?"
"I just happen to have a big bottle of lotion with me," Shirley informed him. Although he'd been aware of it ever since he'd put her sack of extra clothing and gear into the car when he'd picked her up before dawn, Buzz acted surprised.
But he pretended to cover his surprise, shrugging as he murmured, "Then I guess there's nothing to hold you back if you want to take a dip. I'll take the horses and let them fill their bellies on the grass in that little park on down there below the lake."
"The horses can eat just as well whether you're there with them or not, can't they?" Shirley protested.
"Hell, that's as good a way for me to kill the time while you're swimming as any I can think of," Buzz declared.
"You've got to come swimming with me, silly," Shirley told him, coming straight out with it. "Swimming alone's no fun. Come on, now. Be nice to me, sweetie."
"I had the stupid idea I'd been nice, showing you this mountain back country that most people never get to see," Buzz told her, playing dense.
"You have been nice and I've loved seeing all this," Shirley agreed quickly. "But there's other ways to be nice to a girl when you really go for her. You know."
"Of course I know," Buzz told her. "I have a steady girlfriend, though and she's the only girl I'm nice to, the way you're talking about."
Shirley stared at him big-eyed, seeming speechless for a moment.
Then in a small voice she asked, "Then why'd you bring me away up here all alone?"
"Because I figured my rancher friend wouldn't have more than two horses he could loan me," Buzz told her matter of factly, "and you're a newcomer to our town and school and I had the stupid idea you'd think I was being as nice as I possibly could be expected to if I gave you this chance to see these secret mountain places most people never get to see."
Shirley stared at him with obvious bewilderment, finally murmuring, "Lord, but you're a strange kind of guy."
Indifferently Buzz declared, "My girl friend thinks I'm a pretty right kind of guy."
There was a silence. Then almost plaintively Shirley asked, "Won't you go swimming with me?"
"Sure," Buzz nodded, "but swimming's all I'll do."
Suddenly sounding worried, Shirley asked, "Don't I look good to you at all?"
Buzz studied her, his eyes moving slowly over her lusciously curvaceous figure. Finally he shrugged, admitting, "If I didn't already have the choicest girl in town ... I could probably get interested in you real easy ... if I found out I liked the way you always talked to me as much as I liked the way you look.
Looks are only part of it. A smart-mouthed, nasty-talking bitch can look great."
Shirley looked startled. Then in a small voice she asked, "Do you think I could be like that? A bitch?"
"I expect you know more about the answer to that than I do," Buzz responded matter of factly.
Shirley shook her head, declaring, "You are sure different from most guys I've ever been out with. Even older fellows back home at the university when they went out with me usually got more steamed up about--" She broke off, interrupting herself sharply to suggest, "Let's take that swim! Before I lose all my self-confidence."
Shirley started peeling off her riding boots and pants, yelling, "Last one in's a dirty reactionary!"
Buzz wasn't right certain what a reactionary was, the term being one he'd never heard around his hometown, but he put her own curse upon her by beating her into the water. The way he came out of his clothes obviously amazed Shirley as much as everything else he'd said and done.
She was further amazed when they swam for half an hour, racing, diving and cavorting high-spiritedly in the water without Buzz once trying to lay a hand on her or allowing her to get close enough to lay a hand on him. Long before they'd been in the water that long, Buzz knew damned well he'd impressed her with his swimming prowess. She was good for a girl; better than Barb or any other girl in town. But she wasn't even close to being in his class as a swimmer.
Finally Shirley waded out of the lake and stretched herself in the sun on a mattress of thick lakeshore grass. As she settled herself there, she called, "Be sweet and come get my tanning lotion for me, will you, Tarzan?"
Buzz got her lotion and brought it to where Shirley lay sunning her back. He dropped it on the grass beside her and started to head back into the water. She stopped him, calling, "Be sweet and spread some of that across my shoulders and down my backside and rub it in until it disappears."
Wordlessly Buzz dropped to his knees beside her and started spreading the lotion over her lovely shoulders. He'd managed to make his cock remain limp, acting utterly disinterested, until then. But the touch of his hand on Shirley's bare skin shot a strange rush of excitement through him. About ten seconds of that would have his cock hard as a hammer handle, making his pretended indifference an obvious lie.
Buzz gave that electrified excitement a bum's rush, forcing it out of his mind by replacing it with thoughts of the winning touchdown run he'd made in the State Championship playoff the previous year. He had to make that damned run over and over and over again until the excitement of it began to change into boredom as he struggled to keep his cock appearing disinterested while covering Shirley's backside with the lotion. But he somehow managed to act as if the luscious cheeks of her sweet ass were no more exciting than two loaves of bread.
But Shirley was obviously enjoying it. Several times she murmured voluptuously, "What great hands you have!"
As Buzz finished rubbing the lotion into the cheeks of Shirley's lovely ass, however, she suddenly spread her legs wide, exposing the sensitive skin of both inner thighs. The invitation was too obvious to ignore.
Cautiously Buzz let his fingers move down into her left groin, spreading lotion into that crease of sensitive flesh. He let his fingertips move on downward through her groin until they lightly brushed her cunt hair. Languidly Shirley repeated, "Such great, great hands!" As if to underscore her comment she sighed deliciously, a long low, "Mh-h-h-m-muh!" coming from her.
Buzz sent his fingertips back down into that hot crease repeatedly, rubbing the lotion in, naturally. Then he switched to Shirley's other groin. His fingertips had ventured down into that feverishly exotic crease only twice when a low gasp came out of Shirley as his knuckles lightly brushed into her cunt hair again.
Buzz paused, leaving his hand in there almost touching her cunt while he asked, "Don't you like that?"
"Oh, I love it, I love it!" Shirley gasped breathlessly. "Just keep on keeping on exactly like you've been doing. Your hands feel simply ... heavenly!"
Inwardly Buzz chuckled, feeling pretty sure of himself and the effectiveness of his tactics with her now. He went on rubbing the lotion into her right groin. The longer he rubbed her there, his fingers little more than a hair's breadth from the bottom of her drooling cunt, the more obvious it became he had Shirley so hot she was fairly sizzling with aroused passion. The breath going in and out of her had an audible, ragged sound.
Finally Buzz took his fingers from her groin, starting to spread the lotion over the rest of her inner thighs and the backs of her long, lovely legs. Shirley's head popped up as she protested, "Why'd you stop?"
"You want the rest of your legs to get sunburned?" Buzz demanded.
She put her head back down upon her arms. By the time Buzz had applied the lotion clear down to her feet. Shirley's breathing had quieted. He finished with her second foot and sat back upon his heels, waiting to see what she would do.
Shirley rolled over upon her back, presenting Buzz with a feast of lusciousness for his eyes. She lay quietly watching him. He had to fight to keep the excitement and hunger he felt out of his eyes. It was a struggle because for some reason he suddenly wanted to fuck her right then and there and wanted it more intensely than he remembered ever having wanted anything in his entire life. But Buzz was determined not to let Shirley know it.
He started spreading the lotion on the skin of one ankle, then the other. Then Buzz began spreading it upward over the front of her lovely legs, forcing himself to keep his eyes away from that delectable cunt of hers which seemed to be watching him wide-eyed.
He could feel Shirley's eyes upon him intently, but he pretended to be unaware of her as he spread the lotion and rubbed it into the front of her legs. Buzz was pleased to hear Shirley's breathing starting to get faster and increasingly ragged as his hand approached her feverish pussy.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Suddenly Buzz moved out from between Shirley's long, shapely legs. He knelt again at her left side, took her left arm and started spreading lotion on it and working it into the skin. When he reached the shoulder, he moved around to her right side.
When Buzz had worked his way leisurely up Shirley's right arm to her shoulder, he went right on spreading the lotion down into her armpit and over the smooth, tanned skin covering the roots of her mammary glands. The movement of his hand while rubbing it in made her whole luscious tit jiggle, causing the rigid nipple to do an enticing dance.
But Buzz acted blind to that. He finished the right side and leaned across Shirley to give the area just ahead of her left armpit the same treatment. Her left tit jumped and jiggled just as enticingly as the right tit had.
Buzz ignored the enticement of her big, ripe tits, however and started spreading the lotion over the skin of her rib cage. Then he began treating the skin of Shirley's belly. That finally brought a protest from her.
"Put lotion on these next, please," she suggested, hopefully, cupping those big, luscious tits in her hands and lifting them toward Buzz as if showing him something she thought he might have overlooked. She added plaintively, "My girls need protection from the sun more than any other part of me."
Buzz shrugged, saying, "Whatever you prefer."
"Rub the lotion into them especially good," Shirley suggested.
Buzz began spreading lotion over one tit, then the other. As his fingertips moved over those luscious mounds of soft flesh, Shirley's rigid nipples grew more rigid still. When his fingertips lightly brushed across the puckered skin of the areola around the base of her right nipple, Shirley gasped softly.
Buzz put more lotion on both areolas and both nipples. He started rubbing it in with the fingers of both hands. Instead of merely rubbing her taut nipples, however, Buzz began squeezing and gently pulling them. Shirley began gasping steadily, her breathing making a ragged sound exactly the same as when Buzz had been rubbing the lotion into her groins right up next to her cunt.
Buzz put more lotion on each nipple, then cupped a full, ripe tit in each of his hands as he started pulling both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Shirley's ragged gasps turned into a low, anguished moan. Her ass began making passionate, wriggling movements upon the grass. Buzz knew beyond all doubt that he could fuck her anytime he chose to. But he thought it would be more fun to make her wait, to build her up until she was literally wild with hunger for the feel of his cock in her drooling cunt.
Suddenly Buzz took his hands from Shirley's tits, quickly poured her navel full of the suntan lotion and started spreading it over her mid-belly. Her head jerked up, her eyes wild with protest, as she demanded, "Why'd you stop?"
"Stop what?" Buzz asked. "There's still skin I haven't gotten covered yet with the lotion."
"But I told you, sweetie, my girls need more protection than any of the rest of me," Shirley reminded plaintively. "I'll tell you when they've had enough."
"I have to finish spreading and rubbing in the lotion I've poured on your belly," Buzz declared coolly as he went right ahead without pause doing exactly that. He added, "Anyhow, I'd make the skin of your nipples sore if I rubbed them anymore. I know from experience that a girl's nipples can get tender awfully quick, if they aren't treated just right."
"What are you talking about?" she demanded. "What you were doing to them would never make them tender. The way some dopes try to chew on them, like they were rawhide buttons or something, that gets them tender in a hurry. But those marvelous hands of yours--" She interrupted herself, abruptly asking, "Wouldn't you enjoy licking and sucking them a little? The way you use your hands on a girl, I just know your mouth must be fantastic!"
"Will you use your mouth on me?" Buzz asked instantly.
Shirley gave him a wide-eyed, searching look, then asked, "What do you mean?"
"I mean exactly what you think I mean," Buzz murmured. "I mean will you suck my cock?"
"You know about French love?" Shirley asked in surprise.
"Of course I know about French love," Buzz told her matter of factly. "I'm not exactly a country rube, even if I do know my way around this mountain back country."
"Do you know how to French a girl?" Shirley murmured.
Buzz said offhandedly, "We'll talk about that after you show me how much you know about Frenching a guy ... and how well you know how to do it. If you're good ... well, I always figure one real treat deserves another."
"Oh, damn you!" Shirley exclaimed in obvious frustration. "I've never seen a guy who could be so damned nonchalant about everything. If I'd let most guys do what you've done to me, naked and alone together like this, they'd have tried to rape long ago.
But you act like I'm--"
Buzz cut her off, suggesting sharply, "If you're complaining about my style, let's just get our clothes back on and forget it.
This nude swim wasn't my idea."
"I'm so hot I'm about to die and you talk about getting back into our clothes and forgetting it!" Shirley wailed. "Why're you being so mean to me?" she looked puzzled.
"I thought I'd been very nice to you," Buzz told her coolly. "You were telling me only a minute ago what marvelous hands I had. Was that just a line you hand all the guys?"
"That's no line, that's the truth!" Shirley protested. "You can do more to a girl to steam her up just with your hands than any guy I was ever out with. You're fantastic! I just wonder if it's possible the rest of your performance can be equally terrific?"
"Like I told you, that's something you'll find out only after you've shown me how you perform," Buzz said calmly. "Sexual amateurs don't excite me."
"Sexual amateurs!" Shirley exclaimed, sitting bolt upright, eyes suddenly blazing, acting almost insulted. With her next breath she demanded, "Is that what you think I am? I'll show you things no amateur knows! In sex, I've completed my university education, I'll have you know!"
Buzz shrugged. "Talk can never prove it. Talk's cheap."
Shirley planted both hands on his hard-muscled chest, pressing Buzz back until he was lying flat on the grass. She began kissing her way downward from his chest right on till she reached his navel. Then she paused, swirling her hot tongue around the deep dimple in his belly.
A sharp gasp of pleasure came out of Buzz as Shirley suddenly drove the tip of her tongue deep into his belly button. She didn't stay long enough there for him to recover. She started on downward, kissing an erratic trail across his lower belly.
Buzz could feel the muscles of his whole abdomen knotting with delicious tension. His body began to tremble with anticipation.
Already, her hot mouth was creating sensations that were about to blow his mind. He held his breath, not knowing how much longer he could stand waiting for her hot mouth to reach his tingling cock.
When it finally happened, Buzz thought he was going to back out.
Riptides of sensation went thundering through him, almost overwhelming his senses. His stomach muscles knotted, then knotted the knots, making his belly swell, the skin taut. A wheezing squeak came out of him past the strangling constriction grabbing his throat.
Then Shirley drew her mouth away. Buzz opened his mouth to protest but couldn't catch his breath fast enough.
Shirley questioned softly, "Did that feel like an amateur?"
Buzz managed to gasp. "No, Lord, no!"
Shirley quickly brought her sensational mouth back to work on his aching cock. The storm of sensation that her mouth and tongue created was like nothing he'd experienced before. Words couldn't describe it.
Ever so slowly Shirley pulled his cock from her mouth, causing every nerve in his whole body to vibrate with wild, frantic thrills. As the flared rim of the head eased slowly out, she pressed down upon it hard with her lips, intensifying the friction until Buzz thought he was going to come right then.
Shirley stopped that delicious friction suddenly, just short of triggering Buzz. Then her hungry mouth licked its way to his balls, kissing and licking over and around all sides of them.
Then her tongue found the sensitive area behind his balls, bringing a sharp gasp from Buzz.
That brought on a series of short, sharp gasps from Buzz as Shirley suddenly sent her hot tongue licking right across his startled asshole.
Buzz clenched his teeth to keep from yelling. Just when Buzz thought he couldn't stand it another moment, she switched her caresses back to his balls. Very carefully she opened her mouth, drawing one in. She swirled her tongue around it. Then she sucked it.
Buzz felt his chest swelling as though his lungs would burst. He suddenly realized he'd been gasping in short gulps of air, but hadn't been exhaling. The breath came gushing out with a huge sigh.
Quickly, Shirley switched her attention to his other ball. Buzz had to grab for a breath of air before the sensation became so intense he wouldn't be able to. Shirley had taken him by surprise, switching from one area to another before he had time to adjust.
Again Shirley's tongue gave a juicy lick across his quivering asshole. And again Buzz, gasped for breath, holding back a yell.
Buzz hardly had time to send the breath back out from that stifled yell. He felt one of Shirley's fingers slipping into his asshole. The muscles in his stomach were doing nipups.
Suddenly, Shirley's caressing mouth closed around the head of his cock again. She thrust it deep into her hot, moist mouth, swirled her tongue around it, stirring up a storm that had Buzz caught in a whirlpool of sensation. Then she drew it outward while applying a powerful suction.
Buzz felt as if Shirley were sucking all the strength out of every cell in his entire body, sucking it down into his ballooning cock. His eyes were squeezed shut. He felt a kind of deliriously painful paralysis settling over him. He was helplessly caught in a tremendous pull toward an overwhelming explosion.
Buzz wanted to yell in the worst way but he couldn't. Invisible cords seemed to have knotted around his vocal cords, rendering him voiceless. He felt a desperate need to release at least a little of the terrific pressure of tension building steadily within him. Buzz was teetering on the brink of one of the greatest ejaculations he'd ever experienced. One of the wildest storms of the most intense sensations human flesh ever endured.
The constant caressing finger in his asshole, the sucking, licking, squeezing mouth on his burning cock kept relentlessly building the pressure of sensation within him. His flesh and bone seemed to melt into a molten blob of red-hot passion. Buzz felt his overloaded senses reeling.
Suddenly the night air hit his steaming cock. He realized that Shirley's fiery mouth was gone. He gasped out desperately, "What's wrong, sweetheart? Don't stop now, please."
Then he heard Shirley's breathless whisper asking, "Will you promise to love me this way too, Buzz? Will you?"
"You bet I will, sweetheart! I promise, he gasped. "Just don't stop now!"
Shirley's hot, hungry mouth closed upon the head of his tingling cock again. Her fiery tongue began licking at it with that fantastic swirling movement again. The pressure of unreleased sensation began to mount high within him, higher than ever before.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Buzz felt as if he might die when he exploded in ejaculation and was sure he would die if he didn't explode soon. All he cared about right now was hanging on long enough consciously to experience that delightful excruciating eruption.
Then suddenly it gripped him. Every muscle in his body stiffened.
A paralyzing, white-hot wave of sensation swept through him, bringing that bomb exploding inside his cock. It sent shock waves blasting throughout his entire body, one right after another.
Muffled gasps and groans of anguish came forcing their way out of his mouth. The sensation was so great Buzz actually passed out momentarily; everything seemed to be floating. Then his mind began to function again. He became aware of the pulsations of his geyersing cock growing weaker.
Shirley was still nursing away at that fountain, apparently enjoying the hot brew it had poured into her mouth. Nursing on and on, determined not to leave a single drop. His rapidly wilting cock soon told her it was time to stop. Before he realized she'd moved, she had scooted her body up until she was facing him. Shirley pressed her mouth down to his, thrusting boldly with her tongue into his mouth. Then she raised her lips away from his, chuckling quietly, teasing, "Would you say this performance qualifies me as experienced or do you still think I'm an amateur?"
Right then the only response Buzz seemed to be able to muster was a low groan. His eyes were still closed. Buzz felt Shirley's finger tracing the outline of his mouth.
Suddenly, the roar of the plane's four motors shook Buzz from the grip of his memories. He found the whole plane trembling. For a moment the captain let the four motors roar for all they had in them, holding the plane in its tracks with the brakes. While they thundered, the captain, his co-pilot and Buzz scanned the array of instruments that packed the control panel.
When Captain Cord was satisfied that everything was working properly, he slowly throttled back until all motors were again idling. Then the three of them ran quickly through the final check list.
When they completed that, it was time to roll. The captain eased the throttles open again; the thirty-ton Fort rolled forward slowly, approaching the edge of the perimeter track. He braked to a momentary stop there while planes that were to take off ahead of them rolled past, nose to tail like a lumbering parade of winged elephants.
As the last plane was passing, the captain released the brakes.
They rolled forward again. He turned from the hard stand, rolling out upon the seventy-five-foot wide track and hurried to get on the tail of that plane ahead. Its lights would help guide him and he needed all the help he could get; the fog was getting thicker by the minute.
From the cockpit it was getting hard to see the ground. And any pilot who dropped a wheel off the edge of that strip of hard surface had grounded himself; beyond that strip, everything was bottomless mud. It was rapidly becoming the kind of weather in which the ducks walk. But these American planes of war had orders to fly, sc fly they would or die trying.
Captain Cord hunched forward, peering into the muck, keeping on the tail of the plane ahead. Buzz said, "I'll go upstairs and let you know if I see anything."
Captain Cord nodded and Buzz climbed back to his top turret. He found himself thanking God he was riding with Captain Cord.
Grimly he thought that if they didn't lose some green plane commanders and their planes at the end of the runway that morning, it was going to be a real miracle.
The red lights marking the end of the runway came rushing out of the fog and blackness toward them before Buzz finally felt the roughness of the runway fall away from the Fort as its wheels lifted clear. The red lights swept past under their wings. The low rumble of the landing gear being raised went through the plane.
Then they were in a swirling void of blackness. Flying almost level, Captain Cord strained to buy more speed before he pulled the nose up to start climbing. Buzz stood peering tensely out the top turret. He kept the fingers of both hands crossed, praying they had altitude enough to clear all obstacles sticking up ahead like murderous hands trying to snatch them from their perilous hold upon the sky. He felt the ship being buffeted by the slip stream and wake turbulence created by the Forts that had rushed through that air space just ahead of them.
Finally he felt the Fort begin the climb. Suddenly the interphone came alive with relieved chatter from the crew. The others were experiencing the same wonderful sense of exhilaration that had just swept through Buzz. They had survived a hazardous take-off once again. But they still had a long climb through darkness that was literally packed with huge, lumbering planes groping their way upward. The feeling of exhilaration passed quickly.
Finally at 7,000 feet the Fort broke out of the clouds into a dazzling world of dawn. As they lifted on above the undercast, the clouds were miraculously transformed from the blackness they had just flown through into an ocean of whiteness; an unending ocean that seemed to stretch in every direction as far as Buzz could see. He shook his head. This was one of the things about flying that hooked a man. No matter how many times you had an experience like this, each time seemed as strange and awesome as the first. It was like good sex, ever new.
He pulled dark glasses from a pocket and put them on to cut the glare of the burning sun which seemed to be sitting on the rim of the eastern horizon ahead of them. Ahead and above were all the other planes of their group except the other five of their squadron, which had taken off behind them. They were to form the low squadron of the lower box in today's formation, an honor no one envied.
Stub's voice came over the interphone, announcing his sighting of the first plane to break from the undercast behind them. Almost like clockwork the others were announced at almost one-minute intervals until all were accounted for.
The group formed up in combat formation and marched on toward that climbing sun to join up with other groups and form into a wing. The wing, in turn, joined with two other wings to become the 1st Air Division as they neared the English Channel, flying now at almost 20,000 feet. There they linked up with the 3rd Air Division, creating a combined strength of 300 B-17 bombers, each plane carrying an average of three tons of bombs. The tricky business of rendezvous and assembly was finally completed, creating an awesome fighting force aimed at the very heart of the enemy.
But as they headed out over the channel, Fortresses here and there throughout the vast armada began developing all manner of problems and aborting. Buzz watched them drop out one by one with mixed feelings. As engineering officer he knew only too well the thousand and one things that could go wrong to make one of the big planes unfit to continue; he would never question the validity of each individual plane commander's decision to turn back. For them it meant facing the hazard of trying to grope their way back down through that soup again to a safe landing.
For the force that continued it meant at least ten heavy machine guns lost with each aborting Fort, guns sorely needed to create an effective defensive fire screen against German fighters.
Ahead of them Buzz knew that already the enemy's Radar Warning Service and Radio Directional Finder Screen were reaching invisible tentacles to them, then plotting their course, height and speed. Enemy fighters would already be taking off from fields in occupied France for interception. Others would be rising from fields in Belgium and Holland. They didn't know yet where this attack was aimed, but they would be getting up there to be waiting and ready, regardless of which was the blow turned.
Far below the coast of occupied Europe moved toward them, the beaches sharp and clear even at this altitude. Beyond the beaches Buzz could see the mosaic of variegated patches of color and knew each patch was a different field in that rural countryside down there. Roads and canals bisected the crazy quilt. Everything looked peaceful.
But as the Channel was left behind he began to see sudden tiny flashes of red flame far below; seconds later puffs of black smoke began dirtying up the clear sky miles away from them but near their altitude as flak guns below reached for them. But Intelligence knew where each of those batteries down there was and their course had been plotted to keep them beyond reach of ground fire as long as possible. Long before, however, Buzz had adopted the attitude that flak was something he had no possible way to fight back against, so he was better off just to ignore it and not sweat it. He saved his strength for an enemy he could come to grips with, for the fighters.
Buzz found himself thinking about Sibal again. She was probably still curled up in her warm bed, sound asleep. The village tavern where she worked as a barmaid didn't open until mid morning; she could indulge herself in the luxury of sleeping late. Buzz wished to hell he could be back there in bed with her, instead of up here in this dazzling world of cloud tops and sunshine on his way to Berlin.
He knew he couldn't afford to let himself start thinking about that, however. A man had to watch himself or he could fray his nerves exactly like some superstitious hick whistling his way through a graveyard at night.
Buzz picked around through his memories, looking for something exciting enough to keep his mind off the immediate future. He thought of Millie, the girl from East High in Denver, Colorado who'd introduced him to what a blow job really was.
Talk about a classy chick, Milly was solid gold class compared to anyone he'd ever known up to that time. Her old man was supposed to be worth several millions and the house they lived in on an acre or more of richly landscaped grounds out toward Lowry Field made the story easy to believe.
Buzz had been walking on East Colfax past East High School with a pass in his pocket and the lost feeling of a small-town boy in a big city in his gut. He felt like a city girl probably saw small town written all over him, so he'd kept his eyes straight ahead like he didn't know there was a girl within a mile as he passed the high school campus. He couldn't believe his ears when suddenly he heard someone call, "Hey, soldier! Want some company?"
Despite himself, Buzz glanced around, then stood gaping in amazement at the bright-eyed vision of red-headed loveliness he saw strolling toward him. He gulped, then managed to force one word out in a strained voice of unbelief, "Me?"
"No one else, handsome," she declared, smiling. "My name's Mildred Pierce, but my friends call me Milly."
She stopped before him, long, curly dark red hair hanging down her back in a ponytail that reached to her waist as she tipped her head back looking up at him. Her expression was strangely open and her manner strangely straight forward, for a girl. She announced, "I like tall men, like you. And I like the Air Corps uniform."
"I'm mighty glad," Buzz found his voice suddenly. "Mighty glad!"
"Glad enough you'd be willing to fight a football captain for me?" she demanded.
He frowned in surprise, then chuckled, "I've been one of them too! And it wouldn't be my first fight with one, if it came to that."
"Good!" Milly exclaimed and slipped an arm through one of his.
"City Park's just north of here a couple of blocks; let's take a walk in the park and talk about it. You see I've been going to school things with this clod simply because he's the football captain, nothing else. But he's started acting like we'd been married, or something and he owned me. And you know why?"
"Sure," Buzz nodded, beginning to feel more at ease now as they walked along together. "Any man would like to own his own personal movie star and beauty queen rolled up into one luscious package like you."
That brought a delighted giggle out of Milly. She exclaimed, "Hey, you're all right!"
"But I've found out a beautiful woman like you can never be owned," Buzz went on. "A man may actually marry her, but he still never can own her ... unless he gives her something more and something better than any other man can. That's the only way he can ever own her."
Milly stared up at him wide-eyed and delighted, then murmured, "Something more and something better, huh? You know, handsome, you sound like my kind of man."
Buzz grinned at her, then demanded, "Where've you been all my life?"
That was the way it started. Milly had her own convertible and within an hour after they met, Buzz was in the driver's seat; Milly did the navigating, suggesting places they go and directing him how to get there. But she soon worked herself out of a job; within two weeks Buzz had learned the city and its outlying areas so well he needed no help finding his way around. During those two weeks, as regular as clockwork when he finished his day in armament school and got to the gate, Milly was waiting there.
Saturdays she picked him up at noon and they were hardly out of each other's sight from then until Buzz had to check in Sunday night at midnight.
It was the second weekend they spent together that Milly introduced Buzz to the delights of oral sex. By that time they both knew they had a romance going that wasn't just a run-of-the-mill affair, but Buzz wasn't at all certain just what it was going to lead to. He was carrying a package of rubbers in his pocket, just in case he got lucky, but Milly had convinced him long before that she was no simple pushover. She necked with him like there was no tomorrow, but she'd never once let it progress beyond a certain definite point. So more than one night Buzz went back to the field with a nut ache that wouldn't quit until he got in the shower and ran off a load by hand.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The second Sunday evening Buzz had Milly out, he was ready to slide back under the steering wheel and head back to town without making any effort to get through her defenses. But as he started to move away from Milly, instead of releasing him as she always had before she clung to him. Buzz looked down into her eyes in surprise. She murmured, "I've been a real witch to you, torturing you the way I have ... haven't I?"
Buzz gave her a wry grin, then said teasingly, "Well if you're a witch, there shouldn't be any problem. I've got a joystick you'll find out beats riding a broomstick a thousand ways, if you'd just try it once."
"Maybe I'm being silly," she told him, "but I'm not taking a ride on one of those joysticks until my wedding night. I'm saving that experience to share the first time with the guy who becomes my husband. I figure it's only fair that I save that much for him, whoever he is."
"How about marrying me, then?" Buzz proposed.
Milly snuggled against him. "I'd love that ... if the Air Corps didn't have you under exclusive contract. The guy I marry is going to be free to go the places and do the things he and I want to do when we want to do them. When the Air Corps turns you lose, if you're still interested in making such a proposal, I'd love to talk it over again. But I won't let myself even think about it until then."
Buzz shrugged. "I guess I can't blame you for that."
Milly gave him a quick peck of a kiss, declaring, "You're really sweet to be so understanding." Then she proposed, "Let me do something nice for you that'll show you how much I really do like you."
Buzz frowned. "What?"
She straightened up a little, then sat a moment, her eyes searching his face. Finally she asked, "Do you think ... cocksucker is a dirty word? And that anyone who would suck a cock is a dirty, inferior kind of person?"
Buzz stared at her in surprise, more than a little amazed just to hear her speak such a word as cocksucker.
"You do, don't you?" she accused before Buzz found his voice.
He stammered, "No, no! ... I--I--I just never ... thought much about it!"
"Well it's the only way a whole lot of college and university girls will go," she declared, her tone slightly defensive. "It's the only sure way a girl can give a fellow she really likes sexual relief without any risk whatever of unwanted pregnancy because rubbers do break sometimes. It's also a way a girl can save the other kind of sex just for the guy who becomes her husband. And better-educated people think it's just as clean and normal and healthy a way for people who love each other to enjoy sex together as coital sex is. It's only the uneducated who think it's something dirty and from all I hear they're inclined to think sex of any kind is dirty!"
Buzz cut in, protesting, "I don't think sex is dirty and if you think this idea is okay."
"But it'd kill me if I felt you didn't respect me," Milly cried.
"The only reason I'd like to make it good for you that way is because I love you. Do you understand?"
"I understand and I love you too, sweetie and I sure as hell do respect you," Buzz exclaimed fervently. "What we've both been through for the last week or more hadn't been easy on either one of us, but you've kept things under control, regardless. I respect you."
Milly chuckled, then murmured, "Then let me show you how a witch casts a magic spell over a man's joystick and transforms it into a marvelous lollipop. Game?"
"You bet!" Buzz exclaimed. "If you are, I sure as hell am!" And suiting action to words, he hurriedly unfastened his belt and pants, then slipped pants and shorts down around his knees. He was amazed to find every cell in his body tingling with anticipation almost more intense than he'd experienced that very first time he'd fucked Barb that night on the raft.
Milly slipped off the seat, getting down on the floorboards of the car on her knees and bowed her head over his archingly swollen penis. As her wet, hot lips closed over the sensitive head of his penis the first time, all the muscles in his lower belly seemed to grab and tie into knots, driving a sharp, pained sounding gasp out of him. The sensation was unbelievable. It seemed impossible, but Buzz seemed to be feeling a greater intensity of sensation than the vaginal mouth in any girl's lower body had ever created for him.
After a preliminary moment of sucking on the head, which almost drove Buzz right out of his skull with the tidal wave of sensation it gave him, Milly's lips released his now tingling penis. She began giving it a good licking from head to root, coating its entire length with saliva. In doing that, she kept kicking up fresh jolts of sensation within Buzz he never could have believed possible without having had the experience.
Then when his entire penis was slippery with saliva, Milly's hungry lips closed around the sensitively tingling head of his penis again. She brought a loud groan shuddering up all the way from his lower gut.
That groan became almost continuous, rising and falling, sounding more and more agonized, as Milly worked the tingling head of his penis deeper and deeper into her greedy mouth. How long she took, Buzz had no idea, but he was amazed to suddenly feel the tip of her nose nuzzling into the short, curly hair on his lower belly covering the roots of his penis. It seemed impossible, but she had the entire length of his fully extended penis in her mouth, the head of it down into the upper part of her throat. It seemed to him like she ought to be strangling on it, but she didn't seem to be and his mind was so overwhelmed with towering waves of sensation he was unable to think about anything else more than a split second; much too fleetingly to get really worried.
Then Buzz almost blacked out; Milly began contracting the muscles of her throat, squeezing the hypersensitive head of his penis with them in a regular milking action. It was similar to the contractions a woman can make on a penis filling her vaginal sheath, but seemed more powerful than any vaginal contractions Buzz had ever experienced. He clawed at the hair of his head with the fingers of both hands, clutching at it almost frantically and yelled like he was in mortal agony. When he began to come, it seemed like a terrific suction was pulling everything inside him downward into a reservoir of molten liquid being geysered out through the head of his prick. The insistent pulsating of his muscles seemed to go on and on and on.
When the ejaculation finally ended, Buzz felt as limp as a string of overdone spaghetti, felt as if there wasn't a muscle in him anywhere left with enough energy to revive itself and regain enough strength to ever move again. Once he did recover, he never expected to ever feel quite that completely wrung out again.
Sexually, of course, Buzz had been that thoroughly wrung out many times after that. Almost every time he and Milly had enough time together, in fact. He'd even developed staying power out of the regular practice she gave him, until he could last just as long as she wanted to keep going before he finally reached that wrung-out stage. And the longer it lasted, the better it got, however impossible that would have seemed to him right after that first experience. But Buzz discovered with Milly, before he was shipped out of Lowry, that just as with any other art form, devoted practice does make sex steadily better. Even when you practice to the point of exhaustion, it was a happy, satisfied kind of exhaustion.
As Buzz stood watchfully in his top turret and saw occupied Europe fall behind them far below, he thought about how different were the feelings a man experienced in different kinds of exhaustion. There was nothing good, nothing satisfying about the exhaustion he'd known many times after fierce aerial combat that sometimes seemed to keep on and on for a hellish eternity.
Buzz glanced at the squadron upon squadron of great Flying Forts stacked in the air ahead and above as they thundered on into Germany. Each plane was holding its exact place in a precise formation designed for maximum mutual protection. Three squadrons composed a combat box, each plane in each combat box positioned to create a field of fire of maximum effectiveness.
He looked up at the great vertical wedge created by the one combat wing of which they were a part. Buzz knew that gun-bristling wedge stretched at least 3,000 feet from top to bottom. In addition to the pair of heavy guns in his top turret, there were more than 500 other heavy .50-caliber machine guns in that one wing.
But despite everything, there were never enough guns. They always lost planes. Buzz knew the same question lurked in the mind of every man up there: who will get it today?
Suddenly Stub's excited cry came over the interphone from his position in the tail, "Bogies, bogies, bogies! Good lord! At least sixty of them. All headed for tail!"
"The hell all of 'em are!" the bombardier's excited voice cut in.
"We've got at least a dozen coming head on at twelve o'clock."
"Settle down, men!" the captain's voice snapped in the earphones.
"Don't waste ammunition. It's a hell of a ways yet to our target and farther still from there back home. Save every round for fighters that come in close enough to knock down. Keep on your toes!"
Buzz could see the black cross-marked fighters closing on them from the front. Saw the sudden brilliant flashes from the muzzles of the fighters' 20-mm. cannon. He got off three short bursts before they were in too close to be reached by his guns.
Buzz glanced at the sky above as he released his triggers, making a quick check. Just then he felt the Fort shudder and something hit his lower legs as sound of an explosion blasted through the plane like there'd been several hits all at the same time right in the cockpit. Debris swept back through the passageway he straddled.
The plane shuddered again, then lurched heavily to port, then back. "Are you all right, sir?" Buzz yelled into his throat mike, then realized the interphone had suddenly gone dead.
He jerked his shoulders downward out of the bubble. A blast of wind greeted him as he dropped into the passageway he had been astraddle of. For an instant he stood gaping; the whole cockpit had turned into an open, gaping wound splattered with the blood of both pilots. Yet the Fort was still maintaining a level forward course as if on autopilot.
That glance was all Buzz needed to tell him no one was left alive in the cockpit. He forced himself not to just stand there staring, forced himself to stoop and jerk the hatch open into the bombardier's compartment. He found it as hard hit as the cockpit.
Obviously several fighters had zeroed their cannon in on the Fort's nose section together. And they'd probably soon be back.
Buzz fought down the panic that started trying to rise within him. Hurrying as much as the cumbersome flight clothes would allow, he headed for the waist. He heard the waist guns hammering as he started across the catwalk above the bomb bay. Suddenly there was an explosion. The plane lurched. He almost fell from the scant footing. As he righted himself and struggled on and anguished groan went through the Fort. He'd heard other crewmen talk of hearing such a sound from a strickened ship. He felt her begin to fall away to one side.
Buzz hurried into the radio compartment; it was empty. He pushed through it and into the waist. Tom Mitchell's limp body hung over the right waist gun, blood still pouring from his wounds. Jock Davenport lay sprawled on the floor below his gun; his head was gone. The floor for yards fore and aft of the gun positions was slippery with blood and gore.
Then Buzz heard young Lyle Henderson's frightened voice yelling, "Help me, for God's sake! Someone please help me out!
Buzz grabbed the crank that operated the turret gears manually, dropped to one knee and fitted it into its socket. When he had the turret up, Lyle slammed the hatch open and scrambled out, then stopped short, staring at the bodies of Davenport and Mitchell. He glanced at Buzz, eyes suddenly brimming as if about to break down and cry.
Buzz yelled, "We've got to jump while we've got a chance! Go ahead while I check on Stub!" He left the kid and headed for the tail. The waist door was open as he passed. Had Bob Lyle opened it and already jumped, or had the concussion of the shell burst that had killed Davenport and Mitchell blown it open?
Then the plane began to shudder with the impact of more cannon shells and bullets; the fighters had returned to the attack outside. But Buzz ignored them. He opened the hatch into the tail compartment. This mission and one more was all Stub needed to be home free. But the whole tail compartment was gone and Stub with it. Buzz knew it was time for him to leave.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Many times Buzz had awakened terrified from nightmares about trying to fight his way out of a doomed plane. But now that the actual experience was upon him he found himself feeling rather detached, calmed by the fatalistic feeling that if it was in the cards that he should get out of the dying Fort alive, he would get out. If it wasn't in the cards, he could do nothing that would change it.
Buzz paused in the open doorway for one final glance around; the ball gunner must have gone ahead and jumped because he had disappeared. He glanced down at his chute, checking for damage to it he had been unaware of; its covering appeared unblemished. He didn't remember grabbing them off the wall where he always hung them just below his turret, but he had his GI shoes, the toe of one jammed into a side-pocket of his jacket. With one hand he grabbed the tied strings holding the shoes together, folded his arms across the emergency chute and launched himself out into space away from the plane.
Buzz was surprised, as he fell, when the thought flashed through, Thank God we were in the lowest element today! During other raids, he'd seen men have to jump from planes high in formation.
Had seen them get away from their strickened plane safely, only to fall into and be killed by other planes flying behind and below theirs.
At least he didn't have that to worry about. Only German fighters trying to riddle his chute with bullets. He decided to fall free until he was down to the last thousand feet. While he fell, he was praying he wouldn't black out.
Soon he was far below the swirling air battle. He wondered briefly if he should go ahead and open the chute. But he was still miles up where it was cold as hell. He decided to wait awhile longer until he got down where the air was warmer.
Buzz found himself experiencing a feeling of weightlessness, as if he wasn't really falling at all. Actually it felt as if he was soaring effortlessly like a bird riding thermal currents. Then he found himself thinking of Millie again. It seemed like a hell of a time for such thoughts. But the feeling of unreality was a lot like that lightheaded feeling he'd found himself experiencing when she'd finished sucking his cock that first time.
Buzz remembered how Millie had finally abandoned his wilting cock after proving Shirley had been a cocksucking amateur. She came slipping upward to stretch herself beside him. She brought her cunt grinding down against the wilted cock her mouth had just abandoned. He felt a shudder flash through her whole body. A muffled moan came trembling out of her. She wriggled her ass, again grinding her drooling cunt against his limp cock. He found his strength flowing back. He put his arms around Millie and pulled her close, then pushed her down until her back was flat upon the seat of the convertible. Buzz slipped off the end of the seat, brought Millie's feet up off the floorboards, opened her legs wide and leaned in between them. He lifted her sweet ass with one hand and pulled her dress up around her waist with the other.
Buzz brought his mouth down against one of Millie's hot inner thighs with a wet kiss, then started his tongue licking upward.
As it neared her steaming cunt, she began panting furiously with white-hot excitement and wriggling her ass, thrusting her fiery cunt upward at him entreatingly.
Buzz sent his tongue licking straight through her open, steaming cunt. A shuddering scream came blasting out of her. Her hands clutched at his hair and struggled to hold his caressing mouth right there at her drooling cunt. Buzz had a hunch that just one more juicy lick through Milly's sweet cunt was all it would take to trigger her.
But he wanted to return as good as she'd given him and he knew how much waiting just a while longer would intensify her orgasm.
So Buzz defied the efforts of her hands to hold his mouth fast at her cunt; he licked right on upward to Milly's navel, eager to please.
Buzz gave her a quick lick around the rim of her navel, then plunged his tongue tip deep into it as if he thought it was her cunt. A low groan of pleasure came softly from her.
Then Buzz began kissing and licking a zigzag trail downward across her smooth lower belly. The skin of Milly's flat belly was creamy smooth. As soft as velvet. Almost as velvety as the skin of her hot inner thigh had been.
Buzz could feel muscles under that lovely skin rippling as they knotted with the growing sensation he was creating. He found himself responding to her feverish excitement, found himself beginning to feel excited all over again, his wilted cock beginning to swell and lift its drooping head with renewed interest.
His kissing lips and licking tongue reached the upper border of Milly's silky nest of pubic hair; a sighing moan came out of her, creating a new surge of pleasure in his rising excitement. Milly began sounding as if she was having to struggle just to keep breathing; that sound of her labored breathing excited all hell out of Buzz. His cock straightened up to stand again at rigid attention. Buzz felt tempted to shove it into Milly's luscious cunt and give her the fucking she was trying to save for that unknown bridegroom.
But even as the temptation struck him, Buzz felt it would be a dirty rat-fink trick to fuck a sweet girl like Milly after she'd told him how she felt and had trusted him to respect her wishes.
Besides that, after the sensational job she'd done sucking his cock, Buzz felt almost obligated to prove he was sufficiently skilled as a cunt licker to give Milly equal satisfaction in return.
Milly spread her open legs even farther apart, an unmistakable invitation. But instead of kissing his way right on down into her hungry cunt, Buzz took his mouth from her lower belly back to one of her inner thighs. He began kissing and licking her feverish thigh again while Milly moaned softly and made little wriggling movements with her sweet ass upon the car seat, begging in body language for him to get to her burning cunt without further delay.
But Buzz began unhurriedly kissing and licking his way along her inner thigh toward the hot crease of her groin, taking his own sweet time. As his mouth slowly approached the damp curls surrounding Milly's fragrant cunt, her sweet ass began wriggling harder upon the car seat. She began moaning almost continuously.
Buzz felt his cock begin to ache with the intensity of the excitement those sounds from her reacted in him. He had the pleasant feeling that he had succeeded in teasing Milly up hotter than she'd ever been before. His rigid cock throbbed with that idea's excitement.
Milly began lifting her writhing ass clear off the car seat, thrusting her steaming cunt at his mouth imploringly. Buzz kissed and licked his way so close to it that his cheek brushed against her damp cunt hair and he could feel the heat radiating from her feverish cunt against his cheek. He licked wetly through the velvety crease of her groin, that joining of her upper thigh with lower belly. He felt a fine and furious trembling shake Milly, a storm of expectation roaring through her as she anticipated that his next move would bring his hot lips and tongue to her eagerly awaiting cunt.
But Buzz switched his mouth to her other inner thigh instead. He sent his fiery tongue licking wetly through the velvety crease of that other groin. A trembling gasp came from Milly and inspiration struck Buzz.
He suddenly sent his tongue thrusting into the crack of Milly's ass below her cunt. He felt her surprised asshole jump, heard an anguished-sounding gasp erupt from her. Then came Milly's low, strangled cry of protest, "I'm so hot I can't stand it any longer, sweetheart, please--!"
Buzz sent his tongue licking across her trembling asshole again, making her protest chop off in a sharp gasp. Before she could form words again, Buzz started the tip of his tongue licking around and around that sensitive target; a muffled, wailing moan struggled out of her.
Buzz continued that licking swirl with the tip of his tongue around Milly's supersensitive asshole. Abruptly Milly's low cry sharpened and raised. Obviously her ecstatic agony had sharply intensified.
Then Buzz felt the muscles around her quivering asshole suddenly begin pulsating frantically. He realized her whole lower belly was being shaken by the power of the pulsations. Then he was abruptly amazed, realizing what had actually happened. Fantastic as it seemed, Buzz knew he'd triggered Milly off into orgasmic orbit.
Furiously Milly's sweet ass writhed upon the car seat. Now instead of her asshole trying to shrink away from his tongue, Buzz realized Milly was thrusting her whole ass downward, obviously trying to intensify the contact of her asshole with his tongue.
Buzz felt so pleased with himself he almost forgot to keep on licking and kissing away at Milly's wildly pulsating ass. But just in time he caught himself and resumed the intensity of his oral caresses.
Watching Milly and listening to her breathless screams and groans as she tripped out the way she was doing was wildly exciting, Buzz found. His throbbing cock felt like he was nearly ready to come himself. He decided to see how many trips he could send Milly on nonstop.
In rapid succession she went blasting away on three further orgasms triggered by only the sensations created by his licking at her asshole. By the time her asshole stopped pulsating with furious spasms of that fourth orgasm, her entire anus was saturated and slippery with his saliva.
Buzz slipped a forefinger into Milly's asshole as that fourth orgasm ended. As his finger went into her, a trembling scream came out of her. His finger up her ass was all it was going to take, it seemed for a moment, to send her blasting off on a fifth shot into orgasmic space.
But just before the pulsations started again, a shuddering sigh struggled its way out of her and Buzz felt the asshole muscles gripping his finger relax a bit. He had to come up with something else to keep her going.
Buzz slipped his thumb into Milly's sweet cunt. That brought another sharp gasp. Her ass began wriggling, making it unmistakable that she liked what Buzz was doing. Buzz eased his thumb deeper into Milly's burning cunt. Slowly he brought the tips of his thumb and the finger up her ass together upon a bundle of nerves in the slippery wall of membrane between her cunt and her lower bowel. As Buzz started caressing that cord, Milly moaned louder and began wriggling her ass harder.
Buzz brought his mouth to Milly's feverish groins, licking wetly through those velvety creases on either side of her lower cunt. A gasping little scream came from her. Milly's fingers suddenly clutched at his hair and fastened in it firmly. She began dragging his mouth upward toward her fiery cunt, clearly unable to endure the suspense a moment longer.
That time Buzz let her have her way. When she had his mouth over the open, steaming lips of her ravenous cunt, he brought his lips down firmly upon them in a genuine French kiss. He thrust his tongue through Milly's trembling lower lips, sent it plunging deep into her blazing cunt.
Milly's fingers clutched and worked convulsively at his hair. A low, anguished moan struggled waveringly out of her. Another inspiration struck Buzz.
He'd started licking in and out of Milly's sweet cunt as fast as he could make his hard tongue fly back and forth, in and out of his mouth. Now Buzz started feeling for Milly's clitoris with the tip of his nose.
A sharper gasp suddenly erupted from her; he'd found it. A slight movement of his head was all that was necessary to make the tip of his nose stroke that erotic little shaft of hers, adding a further source of intense sensation to the erotic storm he was creating by steady tonguing of the sensitive gates into Milly's tunnel of love.
Almost more quickly than it can be told, Milly's whole lower belly began shuddering again and new storm of furious pulsations gripping her as she came again.
Buzz found it erotic as hell. His rigid, throbbing cock felt like it might explode, might begin geysering fiery come juice all over the end of the car seat. It was fantastic how exciting Milly's passionate response to him was.
But the thundering storm of excitement in his cock didn't quite reach the point of triggering, allowing Buzz to prolong his enjoyment of that swirling storm of sensation. Meanwhile, Milly's fifth orgasm lasted longer than any of those triggered by his tongue on her asshole.
Greedily Buzz thrust his tongue into Milly's furiously pulsating cunt, straining to send it deeper into her than it had yet gone.
He lapped and sucked away hungrily at her hotly flowing love honey while her hands clutched convulsively at his hair, struggling to pull his mouth against her quaking cunt harder.
Finally, however, that endless fifth orgasm did end. But Milly's cunt and belly muscles hardly had stopped pulsating when they began pumping furiously all over again. With a shrill scream she blasted away into her sixth orgasm.
That sixth orgasm didn't last as long as the fifth had, however.
When it ended, Buzz switched his lips and tongue from the gateway of Milly's blazing tunnel of love to her rigid clitoris.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
As Buzz closed his lips upon the rigid little shaft of Milly's clitoris, he started his tongue licking at it as he sucked it. A scream blasted from Milly's lips, sounding like she was being killed.
Buzz felt a tremendous shudder go flashing like a bolt of lightning through Milly's entire body. Hard after that he felt the rushing surge of a fresh orgasm. It shook her whole body as her muscles began relentlessly pumping again. She grabbed his hair again with both hands, her fingers clutching it desperately, as if afraid he might move his caressing mouth away too soon. Her scream lowered to a rising and falling groan that sounded more agonized than ecstatic in seeming contradiction to what her hands were doing.
At long last Buzz felt the power of that series of pulsations begin to fade. He sent his free hand up to her nearest tit. Thumb and finger closed upon her rigid nipple just as that latest orgasm ended. Buzz began pulling the nipple gently and rolling it caressingly between the thumb and finger, meanwhile continuing his other caresses. His other thumb and finger kept gently working in her cunt and asshole while his lips and tongue continued sucking and licking lovingly at her clitoris.
Abruptly the floodgate to a new reservoir of passion seemed to burst open wide, bringing another shrill, agonizing scream out of Milly. Her ass began wriggling frantically, thrusting her pulsating cunt and clitoris against his mouth with a kind of desperation. Then her thighs clamped together against both sides of his head as her legs locked together around it. Buzz found his face being squeezed more tightly against her quaking cunt than her hands had managed to do when they had clutched him to it earlier. In fact the grip her legs had was pulling his face so tightly against her cunt Buzz felt he was being suffocated. He had no hope of her easing off because she obviously was out of it, her whole body now jerking mightily in the grip of powerful convulsions.
Buzz decided he was finally ready to let Milly off the orgasmic yo-yo he'd gotten started. He slipped the thumb and finger out of her furiously pulsating cunt and asshole. He pulled his other hand away from her nipple. He couldn't get his imprisoned face away from her cunt, but he stopped the licking and sucking at her clitoris. However, the breath Buzz was managing to suck into his tortured lungs flowed hotly over Milly's clitoris as it came and went. Buzz began to fear that just that alone was going to provide enough continuing stimulation to her supersensitive little shaft to prevent that wild orgasm from ever ending.
At long, long last, when his lungs felt nearly ready to explode for want of more air, Buzz suddenly realized the furious pulsations were finally easing. When they ended, Milly went limp, her legs falling loose from his head, coming to rest upon his shoulders. Buzz pulled his face from Milly's juicy cunt and gulped cool, fresh air into his lungs like a man dying of thirst gulping cold water.
When his breathing had returned to something more nearly normal, Buzz slipped Milly's limp legs off his shoulders and stood up. He found his own legs feeling strangely unsteady.
Just then Milly began struggling suddenly and finally straightened herself upon the car seat. Her breath was still rushing in and out of her in rasping gasps like she'd been climbing a high peak in rarified air. She gasped breathlessly, "Darling ... I've decided ... something."
"Decided what?" Buzz prompted when she didn't continue.
"You've got to fuck me, lover," Milly gasped, the words tumbling from her.
"You mean what I just did wasn't good enough?" Buzz demanded incredulously.
"It was too good," Milly exclaimed.
"You aren't making sense," Buzz protested.
"Oh, but you just don't know ... what sense I'm making ... lover," Milly exclaimed with a wry little smile.
Buzz waited a moment while she sucked in several deep breaths to quiet her breathing a little before she continued, "You've just treated me to the greatest oral sex I've ever enjoyed in my entire sexual experience, so far."
"Then what's the complaint?" Buzz demanded.
"No complaint, lover," Milly purred. "No complaint whatever."
"Then why--" Buzz began.
Milly interrupted, "You made me feel things during oral sex I'd never felt before. Never, ever. You made me realize it would be impossible for oral sex to ever be better than you made it for me. And that's what made me realize something else."
She paused, as if searching for words to express what she was thinking.
Buzz prompted, "Something else?"
Milly nodded.
"Like what?" Buzz suggested.
"Like that I can't wait any longer," she murmured.
"Wait any longer for what?" he persisted.
"To find out what sex can really be like," Milly whispered. "What it's supposed to be like and ought to be like and has to be like to create real fulfillment."
Buzz shook his head, muttering, "I still don't know what the hell you're talking about."
"It's simple, silly," Milly said with a tinkling little laugh.
"You made me realize that even the very greatest oral sex just simply isn't and never can be great enough. It's only a substitute for the real thing and not really all that great a substitute, at that, I'll bet."
"You'll bet?" Buzz said, echoing her words because right then he couldn't come up with anything better to say.
Milly nodded. "I'll bet my dream about saving the hole in my cunt for the man I marry and only sharing my clitoris with the guys I have parties with before I meet him. Because you've made me realize that no matter how great clitoral sex ever can be, it always leaves me feeling kind of empty. And always will. Because I've got a hole that's got to be filled before I'll ever know what real sex actually can be like. And the greater charge I enjoy from oral loving of my clitoris, the more intense that hunger I feel to have that hole below my clitoris filled. So this time you've made oral sex so great for me that the hunger it's created in that hole of mine is so intense I've got to have it satisfied. I can't stand not having it satisfied. I just can't wait any longer Understand? And you got me to feeling this way ... so, please ... won't you fuck me, lover?"
Buzz chuckled, shaking his head as he murmured, "You don't have to beg me, baby. I'm ready, willing and not merely able but eager. But if we're going all the way, why don't we get all the excess insulation out of the way? Get rid of all our clothing.
Fucking isn't ever as really great as fucking can be and ought to be unless it's bare skin touching bare skin everywhere any part of one of us touches the other."
That was all it took. Milly's fatigue from her multiple oral orgasms suddenly was forgotten as she began tearing off her clothing. Buzz didn't waste any time about getting out of his, either.
Milly scooted over when Buzz scooted onto the end of the seat beside her. As they looked at each other's nakedness, both of them were as bright-eyed and breathless as if neither of them had yet experienced a single previous orgasm.
"How do you want to do it?" Milly whispered. "Shall I lay down--"
Buzz interrupted, chiding, "Don't be silly. Only missionaries, religious fanatics and bone-heads in general climb on top of their women like a damned rapist."
"How, then?" Milly asked uncertainly.
"Very simple, like most good things," Buzz murmured soothingly.
"You just straddle my lap facing me, with one knee on the seat on either side of me."
Milly instantly did as he'd just directed, bringing her naked lusciousness into perfect position over Buzz, the head of his rigid cock nuzzling lovingly at her open cunt as she settled her knees upon the seat on either side of him. He caught both her big, ripe, lovely tits in his hands and lifted the pink nipples to his hungry lips.
Before he sucked them in, however, he paused, glancing up into Milly's burning eyes as he murmured, "See how perfectly everything comes together just like it should in this position?
And you're in perfect control of everything, too, so there's nothing for you to be tense or worried about, no need to feel afraid you may be hurt. You can let your sweet cunt just nibble at the head of my cock for a while until she gets better acquainted with him ... or you can let her swallow him up in one fast gulp, if that's what she happens to feel like doing. It's all up to you and what you want, what feels best to you. The only other position as good as this one is with me flat on my back on a bed or the floor with you over me, giving you the same perfect control of everything and putting your luscious tits right like they are now, where I can love both of them together to give you the greatest sensations possible."
Milly sighed luxuriously, though breathlessly, seeming to feel a contentment as great as her obvious excitement. She caught his face in both hands, lifting his mouth away from her rigid nipples for a moment while she brought her lips to his for a long, deep breathless kiss, her tongue thrusting deep and searchingly into his mouth.
While Milly's tongue twined with and caressed his tongue, Buzz felt her cunt lips suddenly open and catch the head of his cock lovingly in their slippery caress. Then her hips moved slowly, letting her whole body lower, sending his cock sliding slowly into the slippery tightness of her virginal cunt. With her tongue buried in his mouth, Milly eased his cock cautiously into her lower mouth with a series of short strokes, each one of which sank his rigid shaft into her a little farther, lubricating a fraction more of its length each time with the slippery lusciousness of her cunt's flowing love juices.
Finally they were as firmly coupled below as their mouths were, his cock buried to its curl-covered roots in Milly's ravenous cunt. She drew her loving tongue from his mouth then and raised her lips from his, her breath coming in hot pants as their lips parted. Wonderingly she murmured, "I'm fucking you at long last, lover I'm really--"
Buzz interrupted, his whisper as breathless as hers as he asked, "How's it feel, sweetie? As great as you'd expected?"
"Greater, lover. Greater," she panted. "If I'd known how really great it feels, having a good, hard cock filling my whole cunt, I'd have never managed to wait this long before I tried it." Her words trailed off into an ecstatic groan as she started raising herself slowly, stroking his cock outward luxuriously. It felt to Buzz as if his cock was completely filling her hot, glovelike sheath, but not to the point of causing her any discomfort. He wondered if all the oral sex beforehand might not have helped.
Certainly all the tissues of Milly's tight cunt had been more than thoroughly saturated with lubrication.
Buzz took his mouth back to her prize pair of luscious tits still cradled lovingly in his hands. He sucked both rigid nipples in hungrily, bringing a groaning little gasp out of Milly. Then she was panting, "Lordy, lord, but he feels so much better than I'd even dreamed he possibly could."
She abruptly reversed the movement of her hips and plunged his cock back into her cunt to its depths. A dreamy sight came out of her. Buzz tensed the muscles that caused the head of his cock to jump deep within her. Milly's sigh turned into a delighted gasp.
Instantly Buzz made the head of his loving cock give another little jump, delivering another caress deep within her and drawing another gasp of pleasure from her.
Then Milly began wriggling her ass on his cock in a rather cautious little rotating movement. She'd hardly started that before it began bringing a low, "AH-h-h-h-h!" out of her.
After a moment Milly stopped the rotating movement of her sweet ass and began bobbing it up and down instead, stroking his cock in and out of her cunt in tiny movements. That brought another delighted, long, luxurious, "AH-h-h-h-hmmm-m-m-m-m-m-m!" sighing from her. Finally she gasped, "Lord, real fucking is like nothing else in the world. Oral sex really isn't a good substitute at all. It just isn't the same. How'd I ever wait so long?" She kept his cock stroking in and out steadily.
"You were just waiting for me, baby," Buzz gasped, tearing his hungry mouth away from her luscious tits for an instant.
Lovingly Milly's fingers fastened in his hair again, working in it caressingly this time, not demandingly as they had earlier while holding his mouth to her pulsating cunt. She murmured, "If you'll promise you'll come back and marry me when this war's over, I'll wait for you, darling. I'll never fuck another man.
And that'll make my dream come true ... about saving this part for only the one man I finally marry."
Again Buzz pulled his ravenous lips away from her delectable tits long enough to gasp, "I'll come back, sweets. You wait for me and I'll come back. I promise!"
Something about memory of that promise he'd made with his cock being stroked in and out of Milly's lusciously loving cunt seemed to snap Buzz out of the memory and back to the realities of the present. Instead of his cock being in the loving grip of a luscious cunt, Buzz found himself hanging in the grip of his parachute harness. The air battle he'd fallen from was raging so high above and beyond him it was out of sight.
He hardly had time for even an instant's thought about that, however, for he found tree-tops reaching up like hands clutching for him from the earth below. He'd heard of the strange and often fatal spell that often fastened itself upon a man who delayed opening his parachute, thus experienced the illusion of free flight that came with a long free-fall. All feeling of urgency about opening his chute was gone. He was so accustomed to the sensations of falling that he no longer felt he actually was falling. Pulling his ripcord seemed like needless nonsense.
Something, however, about his memory of that forgotten promise to return to a girl who had come to seem like someone out of another lifetime prompted Buzz to pull the ripcord. Just as his boots brushed past the top of the tallest tree in the evergreen forest spread just below him, the jolt of the chute's opening came. Then he was falling more slowly through the towering trees toward the ground below, praying he didn't slam into one of the massive tree-trunks or a big limb.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Buzz felt his fall suddenly start to slow. It was as if he'd hit the end of a huge spring. Suddenly he was no longer falling at all but was simply swinging like a pendulum, barely escaping being slammed into large trees at either end of the arch.
Buzz realized his chute had snagged on a limb or tree top above him. He had no confidence, however, in how thoroughly it might be snagged. In fact he expected to be dumped the remaining thirty-odd feet to the ground below at any instant.
So he grabbed desperately at the tree he'd tried to avoid being smashed into the first time he'd swung toward it. Once he had a firm grip on it, Buzz stripped off his chute harness, then slid down the tree to the ground. It might have been enemy soil, but it felt damned good to his feet as they came into firm contact with it. A feeling of incredulousness flashed through him. He'd been right in the jaws of death, yet he'd escaped without a scratch or mark of any kind.
Then a tense feminine voice somewhere nearby was speaking harsh-sounding words Buzz got the gist of from sudden memory of his high school foreign language class in German, warning him, "You will raise your hands, or I shoot your head off! I am very good with this shotgun."
Buzz raised his hands. With a shotgun, who the hell had to be good if they were as close as she sounded. He could imagine some farmer's or woodcutter's old weapon loaded with bent, rusty nails and fence staples and short lengths of old barbed wire and other small metal scraps the German war machine had missed recycling.
Holding that lethally loaded old weapon, Buzz had no doubt, he'd find the brawny, ham-handed daughter of that peasant sire.
Probably a fanatical member of one of Hitler's youth groups who'd be only too happy for an excuse to kill him in cold blood.
Slowly Buzz turned. He found the shotgun covering him looked exactly as he'd imagined it. But he was hardly aware of that.
Buzz was too busy staring at the mouthwateringly beautiful vision of Teutonic blonde loveliness he found holding that old shotgun.
She was anything but brawny or ham-handed. The features of her face were as fine and her complexion as flawless as the most beautiful aristocrats! But great as her face and hair were, from her head down was a figure that was absolute perfection, yet molded in living flesh instead of flawless marble.
Buzz smiled suddenly, uttering a long, low wolf-whistle which obliterates all language barriers in communicating its full meaning. Then calling on his textbook German, he said, "Hello, there, beautiful!"
Despite herself the luscious blonde teenager holding the shotgun leveled at him almost smiled. Skepticism was heavy in her voice as she demanded, "If you think Katrina is so very beautiful, why do you try to kill her, you Yank murderer?"
"Who, me?" Buzz exclaimed in amazement. "Why, any American G.I.
I've ever known would kill himself before he'd willingly harm a single hair on your lovely head. I came to make love with you."
A startled look flashed through the beautiful German peasant girl's blue eyes. She controlled that quickly. In its place Buzz saw kindled a hungry look of female interest as she looked at him for a moment with a thoughtful frown, then declared, "My Fuehrer would not like me to make love with a bloodthirsty--"
Buzz interrupted, "What has old Hitler ever done for you? How much loving has he helped you get?"
She straightened herself, throwing her head back haughtily as she announced, "My Fuehrer says the teachings of the church are old fashioned and stupid and has built beautiful youth camps where girls and boys were free to give and receive all the love they like until they have succeeded in making a baby for the Fuehrer.
But my father--"
"Where's he now?" Buzz interrupted quickly. "Your father?"
"This was his day to go to the city this month," she told Buzz, "so I had to assume his duties when your planes came."
A few more questions rounded out the picture for Buzz. The local farmers and woodcutters in the area who were too old or unfit for any corps of the German army had been formed into a home guard unit to capture enemy airman who might successfully get to earth safely in their area. Katrina's description of the local militia sounded to Buzz more like a posse of pitchfork and shotgun-armed farmers looking for blood to prove their value to the Fatherland.
Buzz had a hunch that if he ever got turned over to that outfit of rejects, he might never survive long enough to get to a P.O.W. camp.
So he began pitching as he'd never pitched to any girl in his life before, because he felt his life might depend on it. Poor Katrina, completely starved for the companionship of males near her own age, proved to be a pushover for his honest compliments and outright flattery. Once Buzz convinced her it was unnecessary to keep him at shotgun length and allowed him to get his caressing hands on her he felt he was home free.
Katrina's breath seemed to stop in her throat the first time Buzz brushed the palm of one hand over the curving lusciousness of one of her big, beautiful tits which seemed to be straining the material of her blouse to very near the point of bursting. But Buzz was sufficiently experienced and womanwise not to rush her.
He kissed her hands lovingly, the backs first, then the palms.
Then worked his way up to the sensitive skin of her inner elbows, then her shoulders and lovely neck.
Soon Buzz had the inexperienced German girl tongue-kissing like her father'd been a Frenchman. And while she French-kissed him, Buzz began caressing those luscious tits of hers with both hands.
Before long Katrina had to break off the kiss she obviously was enjoying so much in order to gasp for breath.
While she was dragging breath back into her burning lungs, Buzz nodded toward her gingham-covered tits cupped in his hands, murmuring lovingly, "How I would like to cover those twin beauties with my kisses. I have never known a girl anywhere before who owned such beautiful breasts. It is a crime of superstitious old fools to insist upon such beauty being hidden by clothing. Hitler was right about that; there should be no foolish, old fashioned--"
Buzz broke off short in pleased amazement as Katrina peeled her upper body free of blouse and bra and thrust her big naked tits out proudly. Experienced as he was, the sight made Buzz gulp.
Less than six hours before he'd been giving Sibal a good good-bye fuck before scooting back to the field to get ready for today's mission, but right now Buzz felt an excitement rising in him of proportions such as perhaps six years of abstinence might create.
Almost like he was performing a worshipful act of reverence, Buzz brought Katrina's pin-nippled big, ripely luscious tits to his lips. She watched wide-eyed, staring, the lids of her big blue eyes appearing to be frozen, unable to blink or make even a slighter movement. When Buzz brushed his lips across her rigid nipples, she gasped. Suddenly her eyes closed, her head tipping back upon her shoulders and her ass began to wriggle and writhe against the blanket of pine needles they were sitting upon. Again Buzz was amazed, realizing the touch of his lips on her tits had triggered her into an orgasm.
While Katrina was coming, too distracted to know what Buzz might be doing to her, he sucked both her luscious pink nipples into his hot mouth. A gasping groan gushed from her and she began wriggling her lovely ass against the ground more frantically.
In the crotch of his pants, Buzz realized abruptly he had one hell of an ache, his imprisoned cock tangled in his underwear, struggling to straighten out. As rigid as it was, being forced to remain less than straight was nearly killing him. He pulled one hand away from the tit he'd been supporting with it, thrust it under the waistband of his pants, worked it through a gap between the buttons of his long underwear, pulling the underwear away from his ensnared cock as he did. He was about to grasp his rigid member when a small hand following his hand's lead under and through his clothing thrust past it and closed in a firm, loving grip around his cock's hardness. Buzz was startled by the unexpectedness of her move, then pleasantly surprised as her possessive grip began milking away lovingly at his rigid cock. He pulled his own hand out of his clothing and returned it to the support of her big, luscious tit which had been a little hard to keep in position with only the grip of his lips on the nipple.
As near as Buzz could figure, he succeeded in blasting Katrina off on two orgasms in rapid succession by just the caresses of his sucking lips and licking tongue upon her tingling tits. But he still was being careful not to push her faster than she was ready to go. The instant she stopped wriggling her sweet ass against the mat of pine needles she was sitting on, Buzz stopped sucking her nipples and took his hands away from her tits.
"I guess I've delayed you here long enough, sweetheart," he declared, leaning back away from her. He started to get up as he continued, "After all, you do have your duty. I guess we'd better be getting on to where you can turn me over to the men of that militia."
Instantly Katrina snapped, "If you do not promise to make love to me as a man is supposed to make love to a woman, I promise I will deliver you to those old men,"
"You want me to make real man-woman love to you right here?" Buzz asked. "It might take an hour or two or three before you've had enough you'll be ready to rest awhile, once you find out what it's really like."
"Can it really be that good?" Katrina demanded breathlessly. "You are not just saying that?"
"Why would I tell you something that isn't so?" Buzz demanded, spreading his hands wide with an air of perplexed innocence.
"Good sex is like a feast of all your special favorite foods, only even better. It takes awhile to get enough, once you start.
Especially for a healthy woman. And she can have all the sex she wants if she's lucky enough to have a man who's man enough to give it to her, because rich sex doesn't make her fat or harm her in any way, like rich food does."
"And are you man enough to give me enough good, rich sex to completely satisfy my appetite, now that you have whetted it?"
Katrina demanded challengingly with a smile that was a mixture of coy impishness.
"There's only one way to find out," Buzz told her, smiling back at her wryly. "But I know you'll turn me over to those old militiamen if I don't, so you can be real sure I'll try my very best."
"Yes, I can, can't I?" Katrina exclaimed as if she hadn't thought of that. She jumped up, forgetting all about the old shotgun as she busily got her bra and blouse back on while starting away, calling over her shoulder, "Come! I will show you the place for you to hide safely and for us to make love as long as it takes to make me fully satisfied."
Buzz grabbed the shotgun and followed quickly, calling, "When will your father return from the city?"
She stopped abruptly, turning to give him a wide-eyed stare as if she'd just been struck by inspiration. Then she murmured, "That's right! There will be plenty of time before he returns and you will be safer there and every night and many times even in the daytime when he is gone we can make love whenever I have appetite. Wonderful!"
"What the hell're you talking about?" Buzz demanded.
"My own bedroom!" she exclaimed impatiently as if she suddenly thought him a dunce for not knowing.
And Buzz did some exclaiming, yelling, "What?"
"It is safe," she assured him. "Only a straight ladder leads to my bedroom in the attic of my father's house. And my father is an old man like all the others who have been left by the military.
He suffers much pain in his joints and he has not climbed the ladder to my bedroom in five years. The last time was to locate a leak in our roof I wanted him to repair. He repaired it well and has not been on our roof since, either."
"But is the ladder the only way in or out?" Buzz asked uneasily, suddenly sensing a trap disguised as a love nest.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Buzz lifted the huge wash tub of warm water off the big, black wood-burning stove and eased it to the floor. He straightened cautiously, not real certain he hadn't strained his back. When he was sure he hadn't, he glanced around, expecting to find Katrina stripped off naked and ready to climb into the tub. He'd suggested the bath before they got down to serious lovemaking.
He'd wanted to make certain she was as thoroughly sweet and clean-smelling all over as she looked; he had a hunch he'd never be able to go the distance with that teenage German beauty unless he was able to eat her pussy many, many times to keep from drawing all the starch out of his cock until he had her thoroughly worn out.
Buzz was surprised to find no sign of Katrina in the big main room, a usual rural combination of kitchen and living room. He called, "The bath water's warm and ready, sweetie."
As if that had been her cue, the blanket covering the doorway into the ground-floor bedroom was swept aside and Katrina appeared from the other room. As Buzz had expected, she was stark-naked and even more beautiful than he'd expected. He'd been leery of letting her bring him here, but with home guard militiamen beating the woods and fields for downed American airmen, he'd decided it probably was the lesser of two evils confronting him. Now he was overjoyed that he'd made the choice he had.
And his joy leaped above all bounds an instant later as the luscious Katrina stepped into the big wash tub, then glanced at Buzz demanding, "You can't expect to wash my back, like you promised and help me bathe the rest of me while you keep your clothes on?"
Chuckling, Buzz began tearing his clothes off. He took time as he did that, however, to move to the door and check to make certain it was securely locked. If there was one thing he wanted less than to have his cock go limp before he had this German spice cake worn to a frazzle and supremely satisfied sexually, it was to get surprised by having her old Jerry father walk in on him in the middle of things.
Buzz pulled off the last stitch of his clothing as he reversed direction and hurried back from checking the door. As he stopped beside the tub, he suddenly became aware that Katrina was staring at his nakedness as if transfixed by a vision. Then he realized it wasn't his whole nakedness that had her attention at all. Her attention was focused exclusively upon his rigid cock. Suddenly she reached a hand toward it and stroked it caressingly as she murmured, "He stands so tall ... so proud ... so Nazi-like and ready!"
"That joystick's no Nazi and that's for damned sure, regardless of how he looks," Buzz chuckled. "All Nazis are good at is raising hell. That joystick'll take you to heaven, not hell. He's a lover, not a hell-raiser!" Buzz exclaimed as he gathered the young German beauty into his arms and pulled her close, her luscious nakedness against his. He kissed her soundly and she kissed right back eagerly, her tongue again thrusting hungrily into his mouth. All the time her hand maintained a possessive grip upon his stiff cock as if she regarded it as her most prized possession and was afraid someone might snatch it away if she didn't hang on to it tightly.
She began making little moaning sounds low in her lovely young throat as the kiss stretched out. Then she started using her grip on his cock to rub the head of it up and down in the slit of her feverish cunt. Buzz had a hunch she was very close to coming again when he finally broke the kiss.
As their lips parted, Katrina murmured, "If every bath I took started like this one, I'd spend half my life taking baths."
"And what'd you do with the other half?" Buzz suggested.
Katrina giggled, "Spend it in bed. Where else? Doing what I took the bath to get ready for."
Then as if that reminded her that time was being wasted, she abruptly handed Buzz a bar of soap and a wash rag. He used the rag to wet her shoulders, then began lathering them with the soap. While doing that, Buzz began cautiously rubbing his stiff cock into the crack of Katrina's luscious ass. Far from taking offense of any kind and pulling her rear away, Katrina tipped her. pelvis to raise her ass as she pushed backward, driving the whole length of his cock into that feverish crack, thrusting the head of it forward into the velvety hotness of her upper thighs.
Buzz felt the sensitive rim on the head of it brush against the damp curls at the lower end of her hungry cunt.
Katrina obviously felt it too. She wriggled her sweet ass against him, murmuring, "I'm surprised I don't turn all the water that touches me into steam."
"Feel a little bit hot, huh?" Buzz chuckled.
"I will show you how--" She began, starting to turn herself to him. She broke off, surprised, when his hands fastened upon her shoulders, firmly though gently restraining her. Wonderingly she demanded, "You don't wish me to show you?"
"In good time," Buzz murmured, bowing his head to his her ear and nibble at it. He added, "When we wait for things, they're always sweeter."
"I have been waiting all my life!" Katrina protested.
"I'm talking about what waiting awhile longer right now will do,"
Buzz chuckled, releasing her shoulders.
"You're talking about torturing me to death!" she instantly accused. "You Americans are barbarians, just as Herr Goebbels has so often warned us." But she gave her sweet ass a wriggle on his stiff cock that belied her belief in what she said.
She stood patiently while Buzz lathered the rest of her shoulders. From there he began working his way down her back unhurriedly. On the way downward he suddenly thrust his hands in under Katrina's armpits. His caressing fingertips reached the area there from which her luscious young tits began. Instantly Katrina's elbows sprang away from her sides, opening that area and her tits beyond in eager welcome to those gentle hands.
But Buzz ignored the obvious invitation, letting his hands move downward again, spreading lather over her rib cage. A disappointed sigh came out of her sounding almost cranky. Buzz chuckled to himself, certain he had her nerves all jumping and her belly muscles knotting with anticipation. His cock ached, trying to grow harder when that was impossible. Katrina's reactions to him were so damned exciting to him his cock refused to recognize its limitations and kept straining to stretch longer and swell bigger than it had ever been before. Again Buzz marveled at the effects of the greatest aphrodisiac ever discovered by mankind during all its centuries, the incomparable sexual excitement stimulated in a healthy man by a beautiful woman's unfeigned display of excitement about him.
Buzz continued to methodically work his way downward, covering the remainder of her lovely back and then her luscious ass below that with the rich lather. When he reached her knees, he started his lathered hands back upward, spreading suds over the velvety, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. The sound of her gasping, labored breathing was all he needed to assure him his caressing fingertips were creating an almost unmanageable fury of passion within her.
The higher Buzz moved his fingertips toward her quivering cunt, the sharper the sound of her gasping breaths became. She groaned and swayed suddenly, as if feeling light-headed. Buzz caught her elbow, steadying her.
When she seemed firmly balanced again, he whispered, "Are you all right?"
"You're killing me!" she gasped. "What awful, delightful, agonizing, exquisite torture you are subjecting me to. I can surely never again be the same. I am burning up."
"Ah," Buzz scoffed lightly, "we haven't even started yet. In a little while the way you are now will seem like being frozen, because then you'll be really hot."
"I will die," Katrina moaned. "I cannot stand it!"
At that instant, Buzz brought his fingertips into the feverish, velvety creases of her groins, his knuckles brushing the curly hair at the lower end of her cunt which the head of his cock had nuzzled several minutes earlier while he lathered her shoulders.
Katrina seemed to stop breathing, obviously expecting the next place those magic fingertips would caress would be her quivering asshole or her trembling cunt.
Instead Buzz withdrew the fingers from her groins. He straightened and moved around the edge of the big tub to its other side, directly in front of her. As he stopped there Buzz murmured, "Time I stopped neglecting all this beautiful equipment you've got out front here, sweetheart."
Without a bit of warning he thrust his lathered hand forward and covered her cunt with it. Katrina's head tipped back on her shoulders, a strangled gasp tearing its way from her throat. Buzz watched her tensely for an instant, not too sure she wasn't going to faint, ready to catch her. Then she groaned again as if in anguish and steadied.
Only when he felt certain she had her rubbery legs under control did Buzz begin lathering Katrina's nest of cunt curls. Groans began coming out of her with every breath. Her hands flew up to her head, fingers clutching at and working in her hair.
Buzz took his hand away from her cunt, moving it up over her smooth, flat belly. Her mouth worked as she tried to force sound through the constrictions of sexual excitement filling her throat, struggling to protest. But she forgot about it as those magical hands neared her tits and those ripely luscious tits began to burn with electriclike anticipation of the touch of those hands upon them.
Her pink nipples began gathering, the areolas around their bases puckering. In another instant both nipples had become rigidly erect, like two miniature male cocks reach for action. Buzz chuckled to himself again, realizing that in a way that's exactly what they were and what they meant to penetrate was his mouth, exactly the way his cock intended to penetrate her drooling cunt.
One sex really did mirror the other in many ways, some obvious and others not so obvious.
Buzz let the back of one hand brush up against the lower curve of one ripely heavy tit. Katrina gasped. Her breath seemed to stop.
Buzz had a hunch she was praying the next move his hands made would be to cup each tit in one of them.
He pulled his hands away from her. Katrina's eyes flashed open, blazing like blue flames. Breath rushed back into her lungs, her mouth beginning to work to form it into angry words.
Before she made a sound, Buzz shot both hands forward, brought his fingertips lightly to the swelling sides of both tits and began drawing them slowly forward toward the rigid nipples.
Instantly the blazing anger in her eyes was covered by a glazed expression like that of a drug addict; she was unmistakably drugged by overwhelming waves of sensation.
Suddenly one of her hands groped for and closed upon his stiff cock, clutching it as if it was a staff upon which she could steady herself. His caressing fingertips reached both rigid nipples. The thumb and forefinger of each hand closed upon them.
He began lightly rolling the hard nipples between his digits, then pulled them gently.
Katrina gasped, then abruptly used her grip on his cock to bring the head of it to her cunt.. She began stroking her clitoris with it. Automatically her lovely ass began making little fucking movements toward him. An anguished little scream forced its way from her tight throat. She went blasting off into orgasm. As she began coming, she struggled feebly, trying to get his cock into her quaking cunt. But Buzz wouldn't let her get that done. He wasn't about to gamble by using that stiffness in his cock unnecessarily; he had to make it last until she didn't have another orgasm left in her if her very life depended on it. Then he'd use that stiffness to unlock her treasure box and show her she did have one final orgasm remaining in her. The one that would make her his devoted love slave, instead of vice versa as he had a hunch was her plan.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Buzz pulled his stiff cock from the grasp of Katrina's hand.
Quickly he went down upon his knees before her. He didn't know how she'd feel about being Frenched, so now, while she was nearly out of things in the midst of orgasm, was the perfect time to start eating her quaking pussy. Once he got going, he had a hunch she'd offer no protest, regardless of what her attitude about oral sex might have been previously.
Quickly Buzz filled the wash rag he'd been using with water from the tub. He rinsed the soap suds off the blonde beauty's cunt, then gripped the cheeks of her lovely ass in his hands and brought her pulsating cunt into firm contact, with his mouth. He thrust his tongue deep into her quaking joybox the instant his lips came together with those inflamed, feverish lower lips of hers. Instantly Katrina screamed as if someone was killing her.
That didn't surprise Buzz in the slightest. But the sound of an alarmed feminine voice demanding anxiously, "What are you doing to my darling little Katrina?" did surprise him.
Buzz jerked his mouth away from Katrina's furiously working cunt, glancing in frightened amazement toward the sound of that voice.
In the same doorway Katrina had come through moments earlier now stood a slightly larger, more maturely and ripely curvaceous vision of the same feminine lusciousness as Katrina's. An older sister, Buzz wondered vaguely, his chief attention centered upon his possible peril from this previously secret presence. He'd wondered why Katrina had taken so long in that bedroom getting out of her clothes, but it hadn't dawned upon him to question her story that she was alone for the day while her father was gone to the city. Now he realized how wide open he'd left himself for a nasty surprise.
Only this surprise just didn't look nasty. She stood there staring at him questioningly, looking even more lovely than Katrina. And just as naked. It hit Buzz like a ton of bricks; she'd been waiting there ready to appear and press her demands upon him just as quickly as he finished his first act with Katrina.
Buzz forced a big smile to cover his subsiding alarm. "Katrina's all right, beautiful," he assured the luscious newcomer, speaking slowly in his best classroom German. "She may sound like she is hurting, but she is loving it. I will show you if you'd like to feel what she's feeling for yourself."
"With the mouth?" the beautiful intruder demanded uncertainly. "I have heard only the French use the mouth instead of the natural way for a man to make love to a woman."
"Don't knock it until you've tried it," Buzz told her lightly.
"Just watch and you'll see how great Katrina thinks it is."
"Ja!" the older girl exclaimed "I watch. But don't you hurt my baby." She brought her hands up as she spoke and cupped a big, ripe, lusciously naked tit in each and began to caress the rigid nipples.
Buzz chuckled and turned his attention back to young Katrina. The girl was standing just as before in the tub of bath water, head tipped back on her shoulders, eyes closed, long blonde hair streaming down her back to her luscious bare ass which was making little fucking movements. Obviously she still was in the midst of a intense orgasm.
Buzz grabbed her by both cheeks of her lovely ass again and brought his hungry mouth back to her cunt. He sent his tongue shooting into her again and again that drove a tight little scream out of her. Her ass began bucking harder, forcing her cunt against his mouth more demandingly.
Buzz found her clitoris with the tip of his nose and gave it about three gentle strokes while his tongue kept thrusting in and out of her quaking cunt. Suddenly Katrina screamed again, her hands abruptly fastening in his hair. She pulled his face against her cunt frantically, as if fearful that he might abandon it too soon. Her sweet ass was bucking and bobbing, thrusting hungrily against his caressing mouth, more furiously than before.
Obviously she had blasted off into another fresh orgasm right in the midst of the previous one. The way she kept pulling his face into her intensely pulsating cunt made it unmistakable to their luscious observer that Katrina wasn't wanting Buzz to stop what he was doing to her, despite the apparent anguish in her screams.
Buzz kept her flying for a couple of minutes, then gently but firmly put his hands upon hers and broke their grip upon his hair. Then he took his mouth from her still quaking cunt. He felt certain she'd had enough of a sample of oral sex to hook her so firmly she'd never question letting him make love to her that way again some later time.
Buzz glanced at the slightly older-looking lovely who had been watching. She still stood in the bedroom doorway, but now he found her eyes burning with excitement. She was still caressing her own tits and now her luscious ass was moving slightly in a kind of grind as her labored breath flowed in and out of her open, moist-lipped mouth. She obviously was hot and ready.
"Are you ready for the bathtub while the water's still warm?"
Buzz asked "Then we'll go in your bedroom and I'll give you that sample ..."
"Not the bedroom!" she exclaimed in sudden protest. "That is my husband's bed in there. It would not be proper for me to use his bed--" She broke off, appearing somehow embarrassed. Then almost defensively she declared, "He is old and not too much good to a woman when he's at his best and he's not very often at his best.
But he was provided for my daughter and me the very best he's been able to and given us a home here that's been safe from--"
She broke off again, then added with a note of finality in her voice, "It would just not be fitting to use his bed. I will bathe and then we will go to Katrina's bedroom in the attic."
"Would you like me to help you?" Buzz volunteered.
She came forward suddenly, her luscious big tits jiggling enticingly as she walked toward him. She held out a hand for the wash rag Buzz had picked out of the water. He'd intended to begin rinsing the suds off Katrina's body so she could be toweled dry, but the older blonde beauty took the washcloth from him and took over the job as she responded, "The way you help a girl take a bath takes too long. I'll bathe myself, thank you, so you can empty the water and we can go to Katrina's bedroom as soon as possible. It is better we have our fun and games there, not down here where someone might look in a window."
Five minutes later she was bathed, the bath water had been emptied and the three of them were in the small upstairs bedroom.
As Buzz stepped off the straight ladder which led up through a hole in the ceiling of the ground floor, following the two blonde beauties, the older one had seated her lusciously curvaceous ass upon the bed and sat watching as he stepped off the head of the ladder and Katrina closed the trapdoor after him. He was glancing around, looking for somewhere to stow his clothes, when the older blonde announced, "Now you will make love to me the way you were doing to my little daughter so I may decide if you should do that to her again after we've--"
Buzz broke in on her, declaring, "You may be Katrina's older sister, but you can't really expect me to believe you're her mother, as young as you look, doll baby."
She straightened herself. Even totally naked as she was she suddenly seemed almost haughty. Firmly she announced, "I was fourteen, the same age as Katrina is right now and my husband was eighteen, just graduated as a pilot and officer in Herr Goering's Luftwaffe then being secretly formed, when we were married. Two months later I was pregnant and he was killed in a training accident. I came here to live with his old uncle, a retired colonel from Kaiser Wilhelm's flying corps. Five years later I married him. Even then he was old, but he was even more an officer and gentleman than Katrina's father. Certainly more the officer and gentleman than you are, or than any American military man can ever be, however old."
"I'm no officer and gentleman," Buzz chuckled, amused by the sight of her haughtiness in her state of utter nakedness. "I'm just a non-com top turret gunner in a Flying Fort--"
She interrupted, declaring, "We Germans know how you American officers are trained to lie about your rank to avoid being interrogated about information only an officer would know. If you were not an officer and gentleman--"
"You got me all wrong, sister," Buzz began.
She ignored him, continuing, "I could not allow myself or my little Katrina to be touched by any lower class person who was not an officer and gentleman. It is not fitting for an officer's wife or daughter to be intimate with some person of lower class.
Even an enemy officer and gentleman is more appropriate to my station and Katrina's than any enlisted man in the German army or one of our peasant neighbors. That is the only reason we have not turned you over to the militiamen searching for your kind."
Buzz gulped, realizing how very close his big mouth had come to cutting his own throat. He put on a grudging air as he admitted, "I guess you saw right through me. Lucky for me you're no Gestapo agent."
With a satisfied air about her, she let the haughty stiffness of her body relax as she murmured, "Now you will show me--"
Buzz interrupted, asking, "What's your name, doll? I can't make love to a babe whose name I don't even know."
A twisted smile touched her lips. She murmured, "How strange you Americans are in many ways. I have heard other women talk of how many men care no more if a woman has a name than an animal might ... My name is Katherine."
Smiling, Buzz stooped, caught both her ankles in his hands and raised them abruptly, tipping her over flat upon her back on the bed. Her sweet ass was positioned to his satisfaction right on the edge of the mattress, so he spread her feet wide to either side of it and hooked her heels on the edge of the mattress.
Buzz went down upon his knees on the floor beside the bed and leaned forward between her long, lovely legs. He brought his mouth down upon her navel. He made the tip of his tongue swirl around it. A low murmur of pleasure slipped from Katherine's lips. Her fingers fastened lovingly in his hair. Buzz gave a quick glance toward Katrina and found her standing nearby watching intently. One of her hands cupped one of amazingly luscious, big tits, considering the age her mother had claimed she was. Her other hand was on her own cunt, one finger beginning to gently stroke her clitoris. She obviously had already learned the art of masturbation. Somehow the sight of her watching him beginning to build up to giving her mother a full-scale Frenching made his rigid cock burn and tingle with a strange intensity of excitement.
Buzz turned his full attention back to what he was doing to the luscious mother. He started kissing and licking a zig-zag downward course over her soft, white lower belly. Below her velvetlike skin Buzz could feel her belly muscles rippling excitedly with that intensifying tension created by rising sexual excitement, sensation and anticipation.
Buzz kissed and licked his way to the boundary line on Katherine's lower belly created by the upper edge of her nest of silky cunt hair. A moan of pleasure sighed out of her and he felt the rippling muscles under the skin of her belly beginning to knot and spasm mildly. He knew how much pleasure he had to be giving her and knowing that created an intensified charge of feverish excitement within him.
Buzz kissed Katherine's lower belly and licked it along that curl-marked frontier to her sweet cunt, from one side of that boundary to the other. He heard her beginning to have to struggle to keep breath flowing in and out of her lungs properly. Sound of her labored breathing seemed indescribably erotic to Buzz. His rigid cock began to ache. He was tempted to forget the tongue job for now and treat her to a fuck, then and there, that she'd never forget.
But even as that temptation tried to entice him, Buzz realized that to yield to it would be stretching his luck. His only hope of getting himself out of this trap he'd parachuted into was to fuck his way out, was to conserve that stiffness in his cock until when he finally used up the very last of it both this luscious blonde mother and her equally delectable young daughter had been fucked into blissful unconsciousness. And that gave promise of being too big a job to allow him any leeway for the indulgence of spontaneous whims. He just had no choice but to draw as much of their fire as possible with his mouth and tongue before he finally let himself begin using his cock on them.
Just then Katherine spread her heels even more widely apart on the edge of the bed, opening her cunt to him even more widely.
The breath of her open cunt rose into his nostrils like a musky, heavy perfume, enticing him.
But Buzz resisted its enticement. Instead of kissing his way straight on down into Katherine's sweetly inviting, open cunt, he took his mouth's caresses to one of her upraised knees. From there he started kissing and licking his way down her soft inner thigh. When he'd worked his way down it about three or four inches, he switched to the other knee and the inner thigh below it and repeated the same caresses there.
Before Buzz had kissed and licked his way halfway down those luscious inner thighs to Katherine's steaming cunt in that delectable "V" where upper thighs and lower belly joined, Katherine was moaning steadily. Her sweet ass was making little wriggling movements, an unmistakable plea in body language for him to get on down there to her feverishly impatient cunt with no further unnecessary delay.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Unhurriedly Buzz continued kissing and licking his way downward over the soft, sensitive skin of Katherine's lovely inner thighs.
Her wriggling ass began wriggling harder as he finally approached the sweet, damp curls bordering her fiery, open cunt. Her moans had started sounding agonized. Almost frantically she began lifting her ass clear off the bed as she thrust her blazing cunt upward imploringly toward his mouth. She was gasping and trembling with the pressure of her anticipation.
Buzz still refused to be hurried, however. He licked wetly through first one of her velvety, hot groins, then the other.
Then he thrust his tongue abruptly into the crack of Katherine's luscious ass. He felt her surprised asshole jump and pucker, trying to recede out of reach. The tip of his tongue was relentless, however, giving her puckered asshole another wet lick. An explosive gasp came from the beautiful frau.
Again Buzz sent his tongue licking across her trembling asshole, then brought the tip of his tongue right back to it to begin a swirling motion, licking around and around it. A low scream of ecstatic anguish burst from her. Buzz felt the muscles of her asshole begin pulsating frantically. He'd triggered her on a flight into orgasmic space without yet having touched her cunt. A feeling of satisfaction went through him.
Buzz kept licking at the luscious frau's pulsating asshole without letup. She writhed furiously upon the bed, moans and little screams bursting from her explosively, the end of one merging into the beginning of the next. She kept thrusting her ass toward his mouth, struggling to intensify its contact with his tongue. It was wildly exciting to Buzz, watching her, hearing her, feeling her, as she blew her mind. His cock throbbed with an aching charge of excitement, trying to stretch longer and swell bigger than it ever had before.
Buzz felt he couldn't yet afford to indulge it, however. He kept his tongue busy at Katherine's wildly pulsating asshole, determined to keep her fling that way just as many orgasms as he possibly could.
A gleeful chuckle came from Buzz when he succeeded in triggering the lusciously buxom frau into a second orgasm before her first had quite ended. As she went blasting away that time she began screaming like someone was killing her. And she screamed even louder in more anguish when Buzz blasted her out of that second one into a third that was unmistakably more intense than either of the first two.
When Katherine's asshole finally stopped pulsating with the furious spasms of that third tongue-created orgasm, her whole asshole area was saturated with slippery saliva. Buzz slipped his thumb into her asshole just as it stopped pulsating. At the same instant his forefinger went into her lower cunt.
The luscious blonde frau uttered an anguished groan. She seemed about to blast off on her forth orgasmic trip. Her curvaceously beautiful ass began wriggling again. Quite obviously she was enjoying the sensations that new technique was beginning to create in her.
Buzz brought the tips of thumb and finger together and found the bundle of nerves he knew was located there in the wall of slippery membrane separating colon from cunt. He started stroking it gently. Her wriggling ass began wriggling more frantically.
Her moans raised into little screams. Without uttering a word she was telling Buzz that what he was doing felt terrific.
While Buzz continued that inner caress with thumb and finger tips, he gave Katherine's hot, velvety groins a couple of juicy licks. Suddenly her fingers caught at his hair. Clutching it, she started trying to draw his mouth toward her ravenous cunt.
That time Buzz let the writhing frau have her way. When she had his mouth over the open, burning lips of her blazing cunt, Buzz suddenly planted his lips firmly upon them. He thrust his hot tongue into her cunt as deep as he could make it go. That brought an anguished half scream, half groan wavering out of her.
As fast as he could make his tongue work in and out of his mouth, Buzz started licking in and out of Katherine's sweet cunt. At the same time he found her clitoris with the tip of his nose. Stoking it with the tip of his nose, Buzz continued tonguing that sensitive gateway to her inner cunt while also continuing the inner caress the tips of his thumb and finger were giving her, thus piling sensation upon intensified sensation.
Abruptly the writhing frau's whole lower belly shuddered.
Instantly it was being shaken by a new storm of furious pulsations. She went blasting away on her wildest orgasm yet.
Relentlessly her cunt muscles began milking away at his penetrating tongue and finger, exactly like her asshole muscles were milking away at his thumb. And not to be outdone, her little clitoris throbbed away equally relentlessly against the tip of his caressing nose exactly like a miniature cock working furiously with the spasms of a gigantic ejaculation.
Buzz found his aching cock feeling like it might explode any instant, might start geysering hot come juice all over the side of the bed and the floor below. But he managed to hold that off, managed to allow his own excitement to continue building even farther without being short-circuited by a premature and unwanted ejaculation.
Katherine's fourth orgasm lasted even longer than that marathon third orgasm had. The longer it lasted, the longer she writhed and screamed and clutched at his hair, the more intense the inferno of excitement Buzz felt blazing in his own lower belly and throbbing cock. He thought wryly how fantastically much any knob headed man missed who thought all there was to sex was climbing astride a submissive woman, pounding a stiff cock in and out of her passive cunt for a minute or so until he got off his nuts as quickly as possible, after which he rolled off with his fuck all over in less time than he should have taken to just barely get started.
Greedily Buzz thrust his tongue into Katherine's quaking cunt, straining to send it deeper into her than it had yet reached.
Withdrawing it, he lapped and sucked up her hotly flowing love juices thirstily as if her cunt was a fountainhead of matchless nectar.
Strangled cries of anguished ecstasy kept coming from Katherine almost continuously as Buzz ate her sweet cunt with loving relentlessness. He knew what an indescribable storm of sensation she was at one time enduring and enjoying. He knew so well it was almost as if he was experiencing that fantastic orgasm with her.
It was exquisite empathy. His certainty that she never before had experienced anything that even approached this orgasm's intensity somehow intensified the pleasure he was getting out of having triggered it and from being able to sustain it for her.
His pleasure heightened further when before that fantastic fourth orgasm of hers ended, he succeeded by his skilled caresses in triggering a fifth without her furiously pulsating cunt and belly muscles having the slightest pause. It brought a shrill scream of anguished ecstasy from the blonde frau. The scream became continuous, running on and on and on, like the fantastic orgasm it accompanied.
When that shrill cry began to ebb, Buzz switched his tongue from Katherine's blazing tunnel of love to her steadily throbbing clitoris. He closed his lips upon that sensitive little shaft and began licking and sucking away at it. The luscious frau's ebbing scream instantly raised to a new height of anguished intensity, immediately becoming louder and more shrilly anguished than ever before.
Buzz felt a mighty shudder shake her entire body. He was amazed by the power of the spasms that suddenly wracked her as a sixth orgasm began while she was still in the midst of her fifth. The pulsations shaking her cunt and asshole intensified with fantastic power, giving her muscles no respite.
The screaming frau jerked her hands from his hair and sent them flying up to clutch at and writhe in the hair of her own head.
Her screams continued, but became soundless with their intensity, leaving only the sound of her sobbing gasps for breath.
At long last, however, Buzz felt the power of the pulsations of that sixth orgasm start to ebb. He sent his free hand up searching for Katherine's tit and closed thumb and forefinger upon a rigid nipple as that fantastic orgasm faded.
Gently Buzz began pulling her nipple and rolling it caressingly between thumb and finger. He added that to the continuing caresses of his other thumb and finger in her asshole and cunt and of his lips and tongue on her clitoris. Her luscious ass had almost stopped wriggling, but abruptly its wriggling began again.
Soon Katherine's sweet ass was wriggling as furiously as it ever had at any time before. A fresh scream tore its way from her constricted throat. Her heels suddenly came off the edge of the mattress, her legs raising. Her thighs clamped against his head as her legs went around it and locked together as she roared away on her seventh orgasm.
It wasn't the first time, of course, that Buzz had found himself in this predicament. But he'd never been able to quite to get used to it. He always got a trapped kind of claustrophobic feeling when he found his face plastered so tightly, against a pulsating cunt that he felt in danger of being suffocated.
Buzz eased off, slipping thumb and finger out of the frau's frantically pulsating asshole and cunt while taking his other hand away from her tit. He put both hands against the cheeks of her lovely ass and shoved. He had to struggle. Her legs were locked around his head almost as rigidly as if she was in a cataleptic state. Finally, however, he broke the grip of her legs.
Once that grip was broken, Katherine's legs went abruptly limp.
She seemed to pass out as her orgasm ended, going as limp as if no bone or muscle remained within her. She lay there as unmoving as a glob of putty except for the rise and fall of her chest as her lungs struggled to keep breath flowing in and out of them.
Buzz got up off his knees slowly. As he straightened, Katrina stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his middle and hugged herself close, plastering her luscious nakedness against his own bare skin. She pressed her ripe, young, naked tits against his lower chest. Her drooling cunt sandwiched over his aching cock.
She ground it slowly against his rigid cock, a low moan coming out of her.
Suddenly she glanced up at him, eyes bright with an adoring look, exclaiming, "You have made Mama very happy. Now please make me a woman. A whole, completed woman. Please?"
Without an instant's hesitation, Buzz said, "Give me a second to move your mother off the bed."
Katrina released him quickly, offering, "I will help." She grabbed her mother by one wrist and thrust her other hand in under one of her mother's limp thighs. Together they eased the unconscious frau to the floor.
Then quicker than one can tell about it Buzz was stretched upon his back upon Katrina's bed. Before he could flatten his back upon the mattress, however, the luscious German teenager was astraddle of him. Buzz could feel her whole body trembling with her feverish excitement.
He caught her luscious young tits between his hands and brought both cherry-pink nipples to his hungry mouth. As he started tonguing them. They puckered even more, hardening until they seemed ready to burst if they got any harder.
Buzz gripped her nipples firmly with his lips and freed one hand.
He slipped the hand down between their bellies to her burning cunt, found her clitoris and began caressing it, using his thumb while easing his forefinger into her virginal tight cunt.
Katrina's feverish mouth came down upon his possessively.
Passionately she glued her lips to his. Her tongue thrust into his mouth, twining lovingly with his.
At the same instant, one of her hands found his cock and began caressing it. Then Buzz felt her guiding the head of it to her drooling cunt. She steered it past his hand busily caressing her there. So Buzz got his hand out of the way, leaving her a clear field.
Immediately Katrina slipped the head of his cock into the burning lips of her starving cunt. Buzz didn't realize what had happened, however, until she uttered a delighted little squeal, tensing the muscles of her cunt's outer lips. That little squeeze of welcome she gave the head of his cock made Buzz instantly aware of where she had it.
The moist, slippery lips of Katrina's hot cunt stretched around his cock's tingling head gave another contraction. That grip upon the head of his cock sent a flood tide of sensation sweeping through Buzz, bringing a pleased gasp out of him.
Katrina panted, "Am I making it feel as good to you as you feel to me?"
Katrina wriggled her sweet ass over him, trying to force his rigid cock deeper into her tight cunt. Buzz felt his swollen cock slip into her tightness a little farther. Then it stopped short.
The head of it was rammed into something that felt as unyielding and taut as a drumhead.
Katrina gritted her teeth, then drove her ass downward with a determined thrust. Pain contorted her face.
Buzz told her, "If that's your maidenhead, breaking it may hurt quite a bit."
"Then it will just have to hurt quite a bit," Katrina declared grimly. "If it's not broken now, it will only be harder to break later. It has remained unbroken too long already!"
She pulled her cunt away from him a bit, then rammed his stiff cock back into it again. Again Buzz felt the head of his cock stopped by an unyielding barrier. There was nothing pleasant about the way that collision felt to the head of his cock, so he had an idea how much less pleasant it might feel to Katrina. He soothed, "Belter take it easy and let me--"
She cut him off, crying, "I will break it now and don't you try to stop me!"
Again she drew her sweet young ass away from him a bit, then sent it driving downward, plunging his rigid cock back into her tight cunt. The head of his cock felt as if it had been partly lopped off by the collision that time. Buzz would have stopped right there, if he'd been the one up in the saddle.
He didn't get a chance to even suggest it, however. Katrina lifted her sweet young ass again. As she checked that movement, she gripped him fiercely by both shoulders and drove her sweet ass downward upon his rigid cock again. All the force she could command was behind that thrust.
CHAPTER TWENTY
The painful shock of another impact roared through the head of his cock as Buzz felt it slam into that wall of stubborn feminine membrane. Instantly, however, the head of his cock sensed something tearing. A strangled cry came out of Katrina. She gave another determined downward thrust.
Suddenly Buzz felt his rigid cock beginning to slip on into the tightness of her virginal cunt. Her stubborn maidenhead obviously had been broken. Relentlessly she kept driving his cock deeper and still deeper, putting her whole weight behind her downward thrust against him.
Buzz glanced down between their bellies to watch his cock disappearing slowly, her ass making little bobs over him as she kept driving his cock in another inch, then backing off momentarily to withdraw half an inch and gather herself for another thrust that would drive it in an added inch. A rivulet of her blood trickled down the stiff shaft of his cock from her tortured cunt. Buzz glanced up and found her face drawn with the pain she was enduring, found her teeth clenched upon her lip in grim determination. He wondered, as he had before, what the hell makes girls willing to pay such a price in actual pain before they really know whether or not they'll actually like and enjoy sex?
Finally Katrina had his swollen cock all the way into her bleeding cunt to the very roots, bringing the patches of curls on each of their lower bellies firmly together. He expected her to give herself a breather.
Instead, Katrina began immediately pulling his bloodstained cock outward. Just before the head of it slipped free of the grip of her inexperienced cunt, she plunged it back into her cunt's very depths. Sharp gasps came out of her explosively, freighted with the sound of considerable pain and very little passion. But she kept on riding Buzz, kept pumping herself up and down steadily upon his rigid spear.
Buzz wondered if she was afraid to stop, afraid she might lose her nerve. Whatever, she seemed grimly determined to keep it up until she fought her way through the pain to that widely famed and fabled promised land of sexual pleasure.
As she kept it up, Buzz saw her expression finally begin to change. Obviously real sensual delight was at long last beginning to be awakened within her inexperienced cunt. Her sweet ass began bobbing even faster over him. Her thrusts steadily lost more and more of their caution.
Buzz suddenly felt like a drone, realizing he'd been doing none of the things he should to help her. Again he gathered her lusciously ripe young tits between his hands. Buzz popped both rigid nipples back into his mouth. A gasping little cry came out of Katrina. Then she began bobbing her sweet ass up and down over him faster and harder.
Katrina began gasping as if unable to get enough breath as Buzz gobbled away at her tits and she kept his cock stroking in and out of her cunt's tightness furiously. Then she screamed. Again her face was contorted. She looked almost exactly as she had earlier when she'd been in real pain. The sound of her scream, however, was one of ecstasy, however close it sounded to anguish.
Buzz knew the difference.
Excitement roared through Buzz as he realized he had just triggered Katrina off on her first vaginal orgasm, which also was her first orgasm triggered by the caresses of a stiff male cock stroking in and out of her tight cunt. Part of it was that strange, special excitement that always comes to the one who shares any experience with a beginner.
Buzz felt his own sexual juices starting to really percolate.
Sensation supercharged his stiff cock as that deliriously tight cunt of Katrina's milked away relentlessly at it. Added to the sensations of her furiously pulsating cunt firmly gripping his cock was the erotic sound of her ecstatic screams. Again as if it had been the very first time, Buzz realized he was enjoying the greatest aphrodisiac ever discovered by mankind: the warm-hearted, passionate response of a lovely woman as she honestly enjoys fucking you as much as you're enjoying fucking her.
As if hanging on for dear life as she rode him furiously, Buzz kept on gobbling away at Katrina's delectable young tits. Her scream began sounding as if he was killing her. She obviously was going from one orgasm straight into another and yet another as she relentlessly pounded his cock in and out of her furiously pulsating cunt.
Buzz began bowing his back up off the bed to meet Katrina's furious thrusts. He felt filled with an almost desperate need to somehow drive his stiff cock deeper into that fantastically tight young cunt of hers than it had yet reached. Meanwhile, her frantic struggle on his rigid cock was creating rapidly intensifying tidal waves of sensation within him. He felt that delicious ballooning of excitement. Its bursting point could not be far off now. Any instant he expected to pass the point beyond which it would be impossible to prevent his cock from exploding in a shuddering eruption.
He found himself envying Katrina and all other females. Katrina, a rank beginner at this, still had blasted from orgasm to orgasm at least six or seven times already, each orgasm more intense and longer lasting than the one before, if Buzz was any judge of such things. In contrast, with all his experience, he was limited to a single ejaculation within any given period of time, so he had to stretch out the buildup to it as long as possible.
But this time he'd about stretched it to its utmost limit, Buzz felt. He'd never experienced such intense inner pressure. He'd never known such overpowering sensation. He'd never been gripped by such burning excitement.
The bounds of his reality were shrinking rapidly. More and more it seemed the only reality that he was aware of centered in the freight of sensation that now loaded his rigid, blazing cock. As this cock pistoned back and forth furiously in that fantastically pulsating, tightly clinging cunt of Katrina's, that cock-centered reality became steadily more vivid while all else faded into nothingness.
Then just before Buzz quite reached that point of no return, that point beyond which he couldn't have helped but trigger off into ejaculation even if he'd tried, Katrina suddenly collapsed like an abruptly deflated balloon. She fell upon Buzz like a sweat-sodden blanket of clinging dead weight.
Desperately Buzz pulled Katrina close in his arms and rolled her under himself. As he came up in the saddle over her, Buzz felt almost desperate to make the final thrusts he knew would be all it would take no trigger him.
But before Buzz could make the first thrust, Katherine's voice from somewhere nearby suddenly said, "Why waste that good male hardness on my darling little Katrina? You've fucked my little darling unconscious, just as you overwhelmed my consciousness with that fantastic tongue of yours."
Buzz glanced around. He found Katherine sitting up on the floor beside the bed where he and her young daughter had stowed her unconscious form to get it off the bed and out of their way. She saw his startled expression. Smiling, she nodded, "Yes, I'm back in the land of the living, my lover. And that fantastic tongue of yours gave me greater pleasure than both my husband's put together probably ever gave me, yet all that pleasure left me feeling unfulfilled."
"Unfulfilled?" Buzz echoed, staring at her, his stiff cock still buried to its hilt in Katrina on the bed under him. He stared at Katherine as if certain she'd lost her marbles.
She nodded calmly, repeating, "Unfulfilled. You've left me with an empty hole no tongue can fill. A hole that is somehow more than merely a physical cunt, or a tongue might be able to completely satisfy it. Why don't you let me take my baby's place?
I can give you appreciation she's unable right now to give for the way you've filled her."
Buzz shrugged, murmuring, "Why not?"
He pulled his rigid cock from the clinging grip of Katrina's relaxed cunt and rolled the limp girl over against the wall, making room on the bed for her mother. Then he turned his back to her as Katherine joined him.
They stretched out together. Buzz gathered the lusciously lovely woman into his arms. He hugged her close. Her big, ripely heavy, naked tits pressed against his chest. Her belly plastered against his. Her lovely long legs intertwined with his lovingly.
Katherine's arms encircled Buzz possessively. She hugged herself against him. Slowly she ground her wet cunt against his rigid cock. Buzz cupped a tit in one hand, brought the nipple to his mouth and began sucking and tonguing it. A little gasp of pleasure came from Katherine. She ground her cunt against the hardness of his cock more hungrily.
Then Katherine threw her leg up over his hip, opening her cunt.
She gripped his cock with one hand and began stroking the tingling head of it back and forth through her cunt's slippery lusciousness.
After a moment of that she murmured breathlessly, "I don't remember a man ever feeling quite as good to me as you are feeling. Could it be that tongue of yours sensitized me as I've never been before? Or are you some kind of sexual magician?"
"You're the only one of us who can answer that," Buzz told her.
He hugged Katherine close and rolled her up atop himself. She caught her weight upon hands and knees and raised herself over Buzz, looking down at him in surprise. "You won't feel emasculated, giving me this position?" she asked.
"Only a man with a pretty shaky male ego would feel emasculated by anything as perfectly natural as giving the woman he's loving a chance to enjoy maximum pleasure with him," Buzz declared.
"Positions are unimportant. Performance is all that really counts. Any man can give any woman one hell of a lot greater performance on his back under her than he ever can punching blind over her. You know exactly where to put my male equipment so it'll give you the greatest sensations possible, but I've got no idea just where my cock needs to be put in order to give you the best possible fuck. So it's stupid for me to insist upon flying blind instead of letting you take charge of my joystick so it gives both of us the best possible performance."
Buzz caught Katherine's lusciously ripe, heavy big tits in his hands, brought both nipples to his mouth and sucked them in like plump, ripe cherries As he did that, she sent a hand down to grip his cock and. begin stroking the head of it against her clitoris.
Her breathing grew rapid with her rising excitement.
A fine trembling of excited anticipation flashed through Buzz. He felt Katherine start his cock into her cunt. He was amazed at its feeling of tightness. It was not the same kind of tightness he'd just experienced in Katrina's vaginally inexperienced cunt. But it was a tightness which proclaimed that this cunt of Katherine's had never been used all that much. Buzz suddenly wondered if she was even well broken in sexually? He felt his cock sliding slowly but smoothly into her. It felt like his cock completely filled the good, slippery tightness of her feverish, glovelike sheath, although it took his cock without any need for forcing.
As their lower bellies came together, his cock buried in her cunt to the roots, Katherine paused, murmuring, "I got so hot watching and listening while you fucked my baby, that my vagina is swimming in the slippery juices of my excitement. Years ago I remember hearing or reading somewhere about how erotic it is watching other persons fuck, but I never experienced it before."
She broke off for a moment, stroking his cock in and out several times, then exclaimed, "God, but he's so hard and good. I don't think either of my two other men ever felt quite as good." She would have said more, but broke off with a pleased little gasp as Buzz made the head of his cock jump suddenly deep within her.
"How did you do that?" she asked wonderingly.
"I'll teach you," Buzz promised. He'd had his ticket for home when he got back from this mission. But after a few weeks home he could get shipped out to the Pacific Theater. Buzz made the head of his cock jump again deep within the luscious German frau. He decided he wouldn't be in any hurry.
