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   OES-142 Oral Expert by Arnie Edwards

   CHAPTER ONE

   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.u 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 aganst 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?"

   Buzz nodded emphatically, exclaiming, "Delicious!"

   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.

   The End
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