BE FOREWARNED. The following story contains sexually explicit material not suited for those who have not yet achieved the age of maturity. If you should fall into this category, do not read further. Consult the laws of your community to clarify if you are eligible to read adult sexual material. The theme is transsexual. If this type of reading matter offends you, read no further. Go do something else. Standard disclaimer applies. Any association with real people, places, events, or entities is purely coincidental.

 

The Secret Service             by: Virginia Kane       ©2001. All rights reserved.

 

Part Three

Chapter Nine.

"Been having fun, Miss Turner?"

"What do you mean?" Ellie didn’t appreciate being manhandled by the SP’s and getting taken from the hospital in handcuffs to the new security director’s office. Being scolded about her dating habits was more than she cared to tolerate from this ninety-day wonder, sitting smugly behind his desk. "Who are you to tell me what I can do in the privacy of our billet. It isn’t any of your business?"

"Getting on your knees in the back of a sedan to provide a man oral sex is my business. I can have you stripped of rank and put in the brig for it, if I want. Just in case you haven’t noticed, there’s a war going on and maybe the enemy has agents posted on Pearl. They can easily render your cover useless by leaking an anonymous tip describing your exploits to the press. Want to tell me how I should go about publicly defending a navy nurse who beds every man she meets?"

"I have the right to a personal life. Since when is having a sex life a crime?"

"When your behavior jeopardizes a very important operation in the mill, it isn’t a personal matter. You and your friend Jean are supposed to behave yourselves while you’re waiting to be assigned to a mission. I can’t waste my time keeping tabs on you. I’ll need your help if you continue to play house with every man you meet on the island. From now on, you and your ‘sister’ will need to submit name, rank and service number of the men you date for a security check. Is that clear?"

"Oh, sure. Hey, sailor! Let’s party! Just fill out this form and let me have security gruel you to see if you’re an enemy spy in disguise! Come off it!"

"Cool it, marine! That’s enough! All you have to do is place a call to my office. I have lists of people with appropriate clearance. Is that too much to ask of you?"

"What’s the big deal? Sure, we date guys. Why shouldn’t we? Many other nurses stationed at the hospital do. The men we see are willing to die for their country; why can’t they enjoy a little R & R with a girl before they catch their lunch?"

"Because you aren’t being careful, that’s why. The matter will become a serious security problem if the wrong people get nosey and discover your prior military record Miss Turner. You could cause us more trouble than you’re worth.

How does appearing before a tribunal to explain your change in M.O.S and then giving satisfactory reasons for assignment to the waves before an I.G. sound? Your friend Jean turned down an interested suitor who shall remain nameless for the moment. He took offense to being spurned by her and started to look into her record to see if he could find anything to induce her to give him what he wanted. I had to tell him more than he needs to know so he would back off.

Luckily, he wasn’t intent on causing trouble, just being nosey. We could block his chances for getting a promotion, but I chose to assure him Jean would go on a date with him if he asked again. You were supposed to keep close watch over her, Turner. Instead, you took a fine young man, uh, lady and taught her how to turn tricks for the hard-ons you can’t handle yourself in your limited off-duty time.

Your next assignment is to explain to her what she has to do. I don’t care how you do it, but get her to agree to grant this man anything physical he wants. I’ll give you his name after I confirm he won’t change his mind and resume digging. He sounded too cautious when I told him I’d arrange a date if he stopped prying into matters outside his chain of command and not related to his line of duty.

His name is high on a list for a promotion and he has the necessary clearance.

As for you, check with my office before you bed any more servicemen. You can honor the dates that you arranged already if you so desire, but only if you restrict your contacts to dancing, or eating with the men in public places to quell all the damn rumors flying around. You two rapidly established a spicy reputation that embarrasses the entire command and threatens security with your debauchery."

"Bullshit! Half the nurses we know do the same things we do for jocks that cruise them for dates. If you want virgins, you’ll have to enlist some nuns from the local monastery. We’d stand out more boldly if we didn’t engage in occasional romps with interested men. Jean tried. She was referred to as having cast iron bitches."

"There’s nothing wrong with a reputation like that, Turner. We’ve got a job to do out here. This war wasn’t staged to provide a rumpus room for you two, end of discussion. Advise her she has to date a man that admired her previously."

"What if she refuses? She isn’t a sex slave, you know."

"Tell her it’s a mission. How you go about explaining her duties is up to you. Tell her the matter involves a security issue. You were capable of influencing her enough to seek an independent medical counsel from a civilian endocrinologist. This assignment should be a piece of cake, soldier. Do whatever it takes."

"How much time do I have, sir?"

"Why? What would keep you from doing it now?"

"She’s recovering from a minor medical procedure. Your patience might be worth a week or two of wait."

"According to her civilian doctor, she should be able to perform adequately by the weekend. I can’t help it if the ship’s doctor didn’t use the brains god gave him. He should have anticipated her needs. Making a eunuch out of her was too stupid to mention. What was he thinking? How could a pretty kid like Jean know that she’d be psychologically affected by her new appearance and develop some feminine tendencies to match? He should have prepared her properly in the first place."

"I agree. On the last mission, she almost got raped and killed impersonating a woman. She’s just a green kid, sir. I had to think mighty fast on my feet to explain her non-functioning condition. If the Jap officer wasn’t so egotistical and became suspect we were men posing as women, he’d have killed us both in a heartbeat."

"Still think that you’re really a man under that nurse’s uniform?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Then, act like one, marine. Obey your orders. Don’t waste any time, either."

"Some orders. We went on one lousy mission, then got parked for the duration."

The security director noted Ellie’s dismay. He paused, reflected and decided to show some compassion, knowing a lack of compassion toward personnel was essential. He relented. "Look, Turner. I’d like to tell you why the services of you two aren’t being utilized for the time being, but I can’t. Trust me. I’d like to tell you more, but I have to hold you two in reserve. Please don’t ask for any details."

He stood up and came around his desk to where Ellie was sitting. "I got handed this job because my background shows I can be diplomatic. They don’t teach classes on how to handle something like this, so I have to use gut feelings before passing judgment. You two risked your very lives during that last assignment and came close to losing them. It cost my predecessor here his job, too.

Yeah, he was relieved and demoted for putting you two too close to the line of fire and is pushing some desk somewhere that doesn’t mean much to the war effort. The navy won’t be that kind to me if I make a mistake. I’ve been warned. You aren’t considered men anymore by intelligence. Because of your unusual surgeries, you are technically women now. I can’t be careless in using you. You are to be accorded the same privileges as all other women serving the country

You have invaluable battle experience, Ellie. That gives you an edge if you get in a tight situation. Jean didn’t have any. The only good thing to come out of your last assignment is the experience she got from it. We know she probably won’t fold under pressure. That’s good, but not an ironclad guarantee, by any means.

 

I’ve looked the other way when you two started to cavort around, hoping that she would learn how to handle herself better. She’s done a good job of protecting her virginity, but only because she couldn’t give in to her dates if she wanted to.

Now, she’s going to be able to let men have their way. The civilian doctor saw to that. Of course, we consulted with the doctor after Jean’s first appointment and concurred with her recommendations, after she provided us with sufficient clinical insight to predict the consequences of not enabling her to accommodate a man. Based on what the woman told us, we’re convinced that Jean will be of more use to her country if she embraces womanhood entirely, with all of its complexities."

The security director’s hand reached out and touched Ellie on her right shoulder. She noted the warmth and the gentleness of the man who stood behind her. His hand didn’t waver of retract. Nor did she resist his attention.

"What do you want to do with the rest of your life, Ellie? I’m assuming we’ll both survive this ordeal. We’re racing across the Pacific at an alarming rate. This war won’t last too much longer, but a lot of lives will be lost along the way. I’ve been told in no uncertain terms that you two must not end up battle casualties. I can’t tell you any more than that. Consider yourself lucky."

"Why? If you can’t explain it, why tell me what you just did? You’re not making a bit of sense. What does Jean’s abilities have to do with the rest of my life?"

"I don’t want either of you to believe that I’m a cruel bastard who doesn’t give a lick about the men in my command. Excuse me, I meant to say personnel. I don’t think of you or Jean as males anymore. To be frank, I’d like to be considered a friend, as well as your commanding officer. My assignment requires making a lot of tough decisions, and I’ll do what’s expected of me. The last thing that I’d want to be remembered for is callous disregard for the lives of those assigned to me. I care about each and every one. I also appreciate the risks you must take.

Asking you to help me convince Jean to use her body for sex is more than I have a right to ask. Please believe that my request is essential or I wouldn’t ask it of either of you. Other peoples’ lives might be put at risk in certain ways that aren’t quite as dangerous to the two of you. I wish I could, but I can’t tell you why yet."

"We’re soldiers, sir. We receive orders and we obey them. It doesn’t matter if we like the orders we get. I assume you feel the same, sir." He took his hand off of Ellie’s shoulder and sat down in front of her, on the edge of his desk. She could sense he was satisfied with her reply to some degree, but not enough. He wasn’t talking about Jean, here. He was talking about her. If he was interested in getting to know her better, he was doing a rotten job of conveying it, so far.

"Commander Richards, you have something else on your mind. Spill."

"Please, Ellie. Call me by my first name. It’s Ron."

"Then, I assume we are done, Ron. You have something personal to add?"

"Yes. I was hesitant to say this, but I simply must. I consider working with you an honor. You two have kept my surveillance teams busy of late and after you had your dates, I personally interviewed a few of the men. They described what took place on their dates with you, saying you were hottest women that they had ever met. I find it hard to believe. I would like the opportunity to spend an evening or two with you, to confirm the information the men provided."

"You? But you know! In your case it wouldn’t be the same. They didn’t know."

"Yes, I know that you weren’t always a woman. Does it matter to you?"

"Well, sure. You don’t understand. You aren’t facing certain death like they are."

"Is that what you were doing? Rewarding them? Why, for god’s sake?"

"As long as we were shuffled off into a corner after the last mission, I decided to use what happened to me to some avail. Did you ever stop to wonder how many virgins give up their life, never knowing what it is like to sleep with a woman? We give them something to remember, that’s all. If they survive, they’ll refer to a date with a somewhat plain navy nurse as a frivolous conquest. If they don’t survive, they won’t go to their graves as the innocent lambs they might have been.

Jean is such a pretty lass; she was constantly bombarded with requests for dates and was at a loss for ways to avoid them. I convinced her to let loose and do as I did. That’s why she sought a civilian doctor who gave her the ability to allow men to…"

"You’re women now, Ellie. You convinced Jean to becoming a one, a loose one."

"Have it your way. We’re women, but my attitude toward sex is still male. As far as I’m concerned, it costs me nothing, feels great and means a lot to the men we date. No one gets hurt and we enjoy doing what we do. At least we did until you told me we’re violating security precautions. Now, I’m not sure we can continue."

"No, that’s not what I said. You may continue dating men, as long as you confine your sexual exploits to men who we know won’t expose you or cause us trouble. There’s no reason to stop completely. I don’t mean to inhibit your new morality. Just try to be more selective and clear your dates with my office, first. Please?"

"You mean you want me to bed men on your list. Why don’t you just say so?"

"That isn’t the point. Don’t get amorous with men that we can’t rely on to protect your personal reputations. All I ask is for you to not create a security breach."

"You want to get into my panties, yourself! That’s why you sent the SP’s to bring me here. You do. I can see it in your eyes. You have the ‘hots’ for me"

 

"I won’t deny that, Ellie. I have needs like any other man. My job calls for taking a lot of risks. I can’t develop a normal relationship without exposing the girl to risks. It wouldn’t be fair to a woman. Visiting island brothels does nothing for me. I can order you to go out on dates with me, if I thought it would do me any good, but it won’t, so I’m asking you to go out with me instead. If we should have sex, it will be on your terms or not at all. How about it? Will you go out on a date with me?"

"Okay." Ellie decided to go along. To her, one man was as deserving as another.

Ron Richards took Ellie Turner by the shoulders, stood her up and kissed her lips like a callous brute in heat. His hands roamed her body like those of an attacking octopus. She swiftly took control by putting her hand right over his bulging crotch.

"One thing a girl learns is that a man can’t lie to her about wanting sex with her. If he’s interested, there’s one sure way to confirm it. Another thing you should know is that Jean and I never date a guy more than once. It wouldn’t be fair for a guy to get attached to any girl out here, especially ones like Jean and me. It’s better for them to think they scored a home run on a one-night stand for once in their lives."

"No exceptions?"

"No exceptions."

His hand found a button on her blouse and opened it. She pushed him away and did a slow strip for him, baring her full orbs for him to see. "Are you sure you want me here and now. If you do, you won’t get another chance, you know."

"This isn’t a date, Ellie. This is how I prefer to find out how willing a girl is. Tasting the wares is part of the invitation. Let’s not kid each other. You want me too."

"We’ll see about that. What’s good for one goose is good for another." She knelt down in front of him and opened his button fly. "Ooh, what do we have here?"

She circled the head of his raging member with her tongue. His nectar tasted a bit sweet. "Mm. My favorite flavor!" She plunged forward and took the rigid flesh deep into her throat. Ron exploded before she could come up for air. She drank his tonic down, gulping the ferocity of his urgent ejaculation. This man shot a wad harder and faster and deeper than any of the countless men she favored in this way over the past two years. He must have been sex starved.

Licking him clean, she savored the moment, awash in the melancholic stupor of post orgasmic afterglow that flooded her senses. Feeling a man go soft from her attentions gave Ellie the satisfaction of an accomplished mission. She learned in a few short months that turning lions into lambs with her lips and tongue gave her a powerful rush, this man in particular. He had been mean to her ever since he first arrived. Now, he’d soon do whatever she asked, or so she thought.

She intended to make this lug squirm for having the SP’s parade her through the hospital in irons. She was going to tease him beyond endurance and make him beg her to stop. She’d show him a thing or two.

As she played with his ball sack, her lips continued to brush against the tender tissue along the ridge of his long schlong. She remembered the feeling from her days as an aggressive man. The longer she did it the more tender it would get. She knew he couldn’t take the punishment much longer. Neither could she when a girl did the same thing to her sensitive cock, years before.

Ron began to grow stiff again. Ellie looked up, and saw a wide smile on his face. "Go ahead. See if you can revive it. You won’t be the first girl to discover what happens the second time around. Some men have it in them, others don’t."

That did it. She was determined to show this braggart a thing or two. She stuck her tongue out and let it tickle his scrotum when her lips reached the fuzz at his groin. Then, she let her long tongue lap the underside of his wrinkled ball sack.

This guy was big. His cock got bigger, even after he came already. She took her time, using all the suction she could muster. It only made his cock grow larger.

He started to rock back and forth, holding her head in one hand and stroking her stretched lips with the other. His pace quickened gradually. "Ready for another load?" Talk about bragging! He let his meat slowly sink all the way until it hit the swollen fibers of her tonsils. The man had impressive self-control. "Say it. Tell me if you are ready for more of me and want me to pour it into you."

"Mmff-immpf." Held fast against his pubic hairs with his firm hand grasping the back of her head, she nodded up and down without letting a millimeter of his huge cock escape her lips. He let go with a force she couldn’t believe. All she could do to keep his load from escaping was to gulp it down while holding her breath. She thought his flow would never end, but loved getting every drop.

Her legs were soaked with the pre-cum she emitted during her blowjob. What a man! He pulled her up with his brute strength. She was limp as a wet noodle as he pulled her to him and forced his tongue between her lips, replacing his cock with equal fervor. His tongue lashed and lips sucked the remnants of his spunk.

She collapsed into the chair as he slowly lowered her gently. Getting down on his knees, he spread her legs and moved her soaked panties aside. "Your turn."

She gasped as his tongue entered her love tunnel; glad that she’d been thorough when she douched that morning. All he would smell was a fragrant floral bouquet of lavender spiced with her recent emissions. "Mm, a delicious flavor, Ellie. You have excellent taste. Your body secretes an essence that fires my desire. We will have to repeat this foray again soon and perhaps, --- often."

As he rose to his feet, his cock was gargantuan. "I wish we had more time." He leaned forward, pulled her to the edge of the chair and sunk his meat into her in one electrifying slow stroke, and withdrew it equally slow. Then, he stood up and reached for her hands. He pulled her to her feet and helped her regain circulation in her legs. Her body swayed from the sexual tensions he caused her.

He wiped smeared lipstick and conjugal fluid from her lips with his handkerchief.

"Can’t let you leave here looking like a well-used tramp now, can I?"

"Is that what I am? Am I a tramp to you?"

"No, you’re an unselfish woman. You aren’t a man anymore, Ellie Turner. You are a fine specimen of womanhood. Can I see you again on Friday evening?"

"Huh? Friday? I think so. If I have anything else scheduled, I’ll cancel." She took his cock into her hand and marveled at how he managed to get all that inside of her, and how she managed not to be split wide open from receiving it. Her hand caressed it fondly while thoughts about a man that wasn’t daunted, by knowing of her past history as a male. This could be the one man for her to nurture.

She was driven back to the base hospital trying to remember unclear instructions as to what to say to explain her sudden arrest earlier. Some other nurse named Turner was AWOL and was supposed to be arrested on sight. The head nurse at her duty station listened to the SP with skeptical reserve. The man’s explanation sounded plausible, but she was aware of Ellie’s reputation and examined her closely for evidence of an affair while she was away and supposed to be on duty.

 

Chapter Ten.

 

 

"You’ve got to be kidding, Ellie? We agreed to see guys bound for the front, not be whores for the brass. What gave you the idea that I’d be willing to let an older man seduce me? I wasn’t keen on letting any man enter me. Now you expect me to put out like a common prostitute. Can’t the slob find a hooker? I won’t do it."

"Afraid of compromising your saintly virtues? If you won’t see him, he’ll instigate an investigation into our backgrounds and expose us. The navy could hush up a scandal for the brass if they have to, but I doubt if they’d do much for a pair of marines that had sex changes. If we got court marshaled in disgrace, we’d make the headlines and have no place to hide once our faces are smeared all over the papers. The media will haunt us for headlines about our seducing servicemen. We have to do it, Jean. Please, just this once. We don’t have a choice. Do we?"

"We? You mean me! Why doesn’t he want you?"

"He asked for a date with you, specifically. I don’t even know if he’ll command you to have sex with him. He’s in his late forties. He keeps in great shape, so maybe it won’t be so bad. Hey, I don’t know the guy. I got his name, rank and a bit of background from the security director yesterday, not his whole life history. He’s a navy captain of long standing. Why he is hot for a date with you and no one else wasn’t made clear to me. What difference does it make? Do it!"

Jean slammed the bathroom door, disgusted with herself for allowing the older woman talk her into dating men for sex in the first place. She was stuck inside a body a woman would be proud to have. That was almost two years ago, but it wasn’t because she asked to look this way. All she wanted to do was enter the military, even if she wasn’t qualified. Damn that borrowed truck! Damn the navy, the marines and the Japanese Empire for waging war. If it weren’t for them, she wouldn’t be in this predicament in the middle of the Pacific, without a paddle.

She washed the sweat from her face and stared into the mirror. "Daddy, tell me, what should I do? I wanted you and mom to be proud of me. Look what they did. I’m a girl now. I’m not even your son any more, and I can’t ever go back. You always were so wise, dad. I miss you. I wish you were here to guide me. I know you’d steer me in the right direction. All I managed to do was make a mess of things. I can’t even go back home. Mom would simply die if she saw me like this."

"Jean. Jean. Who are you talking to in there?"

"Leave me alone, Ellie. I need time by myself to think. Please, go away."

She sat on the toilet, did her business and cried while she wiped herself. Who’d ever think little Eugene would grow up and have D cup breasts and have to wipe her pussy after taking a pee. One mistake led to another. If she had died on a beachhead, in action, her mom would be notified of her brave son’s sacrifice and at least have the memory of one son that was as brave as her husband. Brother Joey wasn’t allowed to serve in the military. He had to attend college to become a chemist like dad. Maybe Gene could have gone if he wasn’t so dumb and he didn’t miss so much high school. Damn that borrowed truck!

Now, the navy won’t let her go into battle. She let them convince her she could serve a noble purpose as a navy nurse. Some noble purpose she was asked to serve. She was being asked to serve as a sex toy for a dirty old man. She knew she had to do it or be exposed and shame her family instead of being a hero.

She went to her bedroom to lie on the bed, face down and cry. She cried a lot of late. All her plans went haywire. Ellie was waiting for her in her bedroom. "Leave me alone for a while, Ellie. I don’t blame you. You didn’t have much of a choice. You’re only here because you were a marine that got injured in battle in a way that forced you to become a girl. I could have stayed male like I’d been for over six years. Instead, I volunteered to be changed into this too, a freak."

"Oh? I didn’t know I was forced into looking this way, Jean. I volunteered, too. If you think I couldn’t have gone home and leave the war to other guys, you’re as wrong as you can be. I didn’t want to run away and hide behind my injuries."

"Give me an hour alone, Ellie. I’ll be okay. I just need to think this out."

"Sure. Call out if you want me, honey." Ellie figured further pleading was useless.

Jean thought to herself. Ellie called her "honey", another stark reminder of her femininity. She’d remain a girl for life if what the civilian doctor told her when she modified her ersatz vagina was true. Her pelvis wasn’t that of a man anymore. It slowly separated over time and her hips were now wide as if she was a genuine woman. Every new symptom revealed pointed against her being able to return to manhood someday. At this rate, she’d end up a prostitute, instead of a father.

Fatigue overtook her to provide a temporary escape from her misery.

 

"Ron, it’s Ellie. Can you drop by the apartment? Jean is taking it hard. An hour? That’s fine. See you then." She returned the phone handset to the receiver and made a fresh pot of coffee. She learned that Ron drank coffee by the gallon.

When he arrived, he kissed Ellie on the cheek and asked how Jean was doing.

"She’s asleep."

"Good. Let her rest. The officer that wants a date with her just was promoted to rear admiral. I checked up on him. He was in command of the ship that brought the two of you back from your mission in the Mariana Islands. He recently was in command of a destroyer on escort duty to the carriers at Midway and was here to get his ship repaired from the action there. He carries a lot of weight and has the top security clearance. We don’t have much time left. We’re shipping out soon."

"We are? Where? What’s our mission? You insist the navy won’t put us in harm’s way again. What kind of mission would change their minds?"

"I don’t know our destination, but nothing I know of has changed regarding your exposure to danger. It’s hush-hush, so it’s an important objective. We’ll be told what we need to know when the proper time comes."

They retired to Ellie’s room and their bodies entwined in passionate embrace for the third time since their affair began, less than a week before. Ellie couldn’t get enough of his massive manhood. He was tireless. If they stopped making love it was due to time considerations, not because of his lack of stamina. Ellie clung to him in a state of euphoria for as long as he’d let her be with him.

They were sipping coffee in the kitchen when Jean emerged from her room and joined them. She looked a mess from her prolonged crying jag.

"I have great news, Jean. We’re shipping out on a mission, soon."

"Good. I won’t have to go to bed with grandpa, after all. Maybe this time I’ll die in battle and cheat him out of his lecherous dreams."

"This mission won’t pose any combat danger, Jean, so I doubt you can count on being sent home in a body bag. On the contrary, Jean, your posts won’t expose the two of you to life threatening danger. If we are attacked, it will be because of a security leak to the enemy, and you won’t be the ones in the most danger.

Why must you feel this man is a threat to you? All he wants is to spend a quiet evening alone with you. We don’t want him to get angry. He’s been promoted to rear admiral and can be a valuable ally to you after the war. Swallow your pride and go out with him. I’m sure he’s nothing more than a lonely man that is deeply impressed with you. When he saw you aboard his ship that brought you back from your last mission, you must have made quite an impression."

 

 

Jean relented and agreed to date the admiral. Ron briefed her about the man to help her overcome her objections, trying to paint the guy as a real hero in her eyes. His record was impressive, yet she still was convinced he was a lecher.

 

A military limo arrived to take her to his quarters. He took her wrap from her at the door and escorted her into his impressive suite. A native waiter served them an elegant, candlelit dinner. The after dinner cordials served were taken to the open balcony where a cool breeze off the ocean and the soft strains of a band playing dancing music in the hotel’s ballroom set an enchanting scene.

He was tall, handsome and very polite, but carried himself like a man in control.

She didn’t let his courtesy sway her opinion of him. He was after only one thing, no matter how well his plans to seduce her were made. She’d let him have his way, but she didn’t have to enjoy it. The waiter left, and she knew what was soon to occur. He stepped up to the railing and looked into her eyes as he spoke.

"Jean, when you boarded my ship two years ago, the lighting was dim and your uniform was bedraggled. In spite of your mode of dress, I noticed a familiar limp, but at first thought you were only wearing a disguise. When we arrived at Pearl, I sent out word to your mother that I believed that I had seen you and you were safe and sound, after taking part in a dangerous covert mission.

I didn’t mention how you were attired at the time to the person that conveyed the message to your mom for me. To protect your cover, I used a friend I could trust that was returning to the states, so there’s no record of it. Since then, I’ve made contact with her as often as I could over the past two years without mentioning your current lifestyle in any way. I arrange to send her flowers. It’s my private way of advising her we are safe and sound without arousing her suspicions."

"Who are you? How do you know me and who I used to be?"

"Who I am can’t be very important or you’d remember me. I dated your mother long before she got married to your dad. While I attended the naval academy, he swept her off her feet and they wed, leaving me with fond memories of courting her and a big soft spot deep in my heart that never went away. I continue to love your mom from afar, and made a point to keep in touch to this very day. I have pictures of both you and your brother as the two of you were growing up. See, I always carry a few with me. You two kids were the only family I had."

The man showed Jean the weathered photos that he kept in his wallet.

"Your mother probably knows that someday I will try to rekindle our relationship, once the war comes to an end. I had to tell you, so you understand why I insisted on having dinner with you at this time. You look a lot like your mother, you know."

"Whoa! I don’t think I like the way this conversation is going. I hope you don’t think that I’d be willing to substitute for a fantasy you have about my mom."

 

"God! No! I have no intentions of the kind. I wanted to meet with you in private because I have something to tell you that I’m sure you don’t know and should know. (Pause) Your mom sent a letter a few months ago, asking if our mutual "friend" is very pretty. I believe she knows what you’re doing"

"What? It’s not possible. It’s all hush-hush."

"I must assume that she knows and wants me to tell you that she knows. I had to arrange this ‘date’ in order to tell you what she wants you to know without alerting anyone else of our common bond, your mom. Jean, you sure gave me one hell of a time setting this meeting up."

"How? How could she know? I didn’t know what was in store for me until after I left San Diego. My condition is a secret. No one knows except a few people in security and the two doctors that made surgical changes in my appearance."

"I guess the best way for your parents to keep it a secret was to keep it from you as long as it was possible, until you were old enough to accept what was likely an unavoidable eventuality. Her letters carefully explain what your mom expected to happen after your dad passed away. Only someone who knew what happened to you as a boy and is interested in your welfare could decipher her implications. I’m that someone. Seeing you like this and knowing you in your youth made it clear."

 

"Poor mom. She knew and never said a word to me. Why?"

"I can’t say, Jean. It could have something to do with your dad’s job in chemistry. I lost touch with your mom for a while when the war broke out. Your entire family disappeared. I was injured in the Coral Sea offensive and spent time back in the states, recuperating. I was able to track her down through her sister in Omaha.

That’s when I found out your dad had passed away. I wish I could have visited your mom, but to do that wouldn’t be considerate during her mourning over your dad’s demise. I hope to call upon her when this is over. Would you mind if I did?"

Jean looked at the man critically. It wasn’t hard to imagine him being beside her. He’d be able to fill the void in her life. "Not at all. I don’t know you, but you seem okay. If she had a crush on you when you were younger, you might be just the thing she needs now. She must feel all alone with Joey and me not around."

"Thanks, Jean. That was a very nice thing for you to say to me.

Now, let’s cover our tracks. I don’t think it’s wise to leave things to chance. Let’s go inside. If you sit on my lap, like you used to do when you were a toddler, you can say that we hugged and petted without lying, if you are asked. Maybe it will help you to remember me. I once told you a bedtime story no one else knows.

Three little sailor boys built boats to live on. One of straw, one of wood, and one made out of iron. Does the story ring a bell?"

"Yes! It was silly, because they were sailors instead of the little pigs. I remember you now. I must have been less than five when you first told it to me. You look so different now. You’re my Uncle Josh!"

"Yes, yes I am. You remember. The years of wear and tear and excess pounds I’ve gained must show, I suppose. But, you do remember me, Eugene. That’s a relief. I was afraid you’d have forgotten about me."

"That was almost twenty years ago. Why didn’t you visit us more often?"

"The depression, my career, your dad’s, the war, a lot of things intervened. Not to mention feeling life a fifth wheel. I never wanted your dad to think I’d try to come in between them. I couldn’t do anything to bring your mother pain or sorrow. She was so devoted to your dad and to you kids. I had my career. Traipsing around the globe is no life for a married man. But it doesn’t mean a guy can’t remember a former sweetheart when he’s far from home and lonely.

I thought of her wise marital choice often and I still do. I think of your dad as my ‘viscount’, the man who ruled in my stead in my absence. He made her happy, and that was more important than anything else to me. I could have never made her happy if I was away at sea for years on end. No, we sailors have no right to expect girls to wait for us forever, and then maybe never see us again."

"The war can’t last forever, Uncle Josh. Surely, you’ll call upon my mother when you get back home, won’t you. If you need a good excuse, tell her I wanted you to say ‘Hi!’ for me. Tell her about how we met again and how happy I am, now, knowing that she knows. She worries about me too much. She always did."

"Okay. It’s a promise. Right after the war, I go a courting."

 

Chapter Eleven.

 

Jean got back to the apartment to find it empty. She expected Ellie to be home.

At three in the morning, she began to worry. She called security, no answer.

At four she was frantic. Where was she? Anything could have happened to Ellie. Jean envisioned her being raped and left for dead in some alleyway. She again checked in Ellie’s room for a clue to her whereabouts. Nothing. This was unlike Ellie. Ellie always told her when she was expecting to stay out late. There was no message on the kitchen table either; Jean wracked her brain trying to remember.

She wondered if Ellie mentioned something to her that she had forgotten. Her frustration earlier over being forced to go out on a date with an older man may have caused her a memory lapse. Ellie was awful chummy with the director of security lately. Still, it was no excuse for not leaving a note, she thought.

At four-thirty, the two came through the door. "Drop everything but your panties!

Let’s go, we’re moving out. We’ll explain on the way."

"Go where? Why? When? Where were you two? I was petrified; afraid something bad happened to you, Ellie." Jean could tell by their lack of response that nothing drastic occurred, but they were in a big rush.

"Pack only enough clothes and essentials to last a few days. We have to hurry. The plane is ready and waiting. I have to get you two to the airport, pronto."

"Where are we going, sir?"

"You’ll be told enroute, Jean. Go, pack a bag, but please be quick about it."

Jean didn’t hesitate. Hurry up and wait. Typical military bullshit! She didn’t know why they can’t do things in a normal fashion. She had all her beauty aids packed in a dob kit and two changes of uniforms and a few of her favorite "civvies" ready in two shakes of a lamb’s tail. She changed into her dress uniform without asking because Ellie didn’t change out of her navy blue jacket and skirt. Wherever they were headed, it wasn’t to aid in attending to the injured, or they’d be asked to don their white duty uniform dresses.

The new security director took her single piece of luggage from her and escorted the ladies to a waiting sedan. A tip of the finger over his lips indicated he didn’t want Jean to ask questions in front of their driver. The short ride in the sedan to the airfield was filled with electrifying tension. Furtive glances between Ellie and the security chief who sat in the drop seat facing them was enough for Jean to surmise the two had something very personal going on between them.

At the airport, the two nurses were transferred to a jeep after the security officer advised them he would join them in a few days. They were not to ask any men accompanying them questions, or they’d be misinformed. The jeep screeched to a halt next to a massive airplane, bigger than any Jean had seen before. A tall airman in coveralls told them it was a new Boeing Super Fortress shouting over the drone of the plane’s idling engines as he assisted Jean and Ellie up the long gangway. The plane stood higher off the ground than any plane Jean observed in her limited experience. They sat in cramped canvas covered folding wire frames near small round windows. The big plane began to taxi before the coverall-clad airman closed the cargo door. The roar of the four engines was deafening as the airman scurried to join them, and the huge bird sped up into the darkness.

They sat single file beside cases of cargo, with barely enough space to stretch their thin legs in the cramped confines in the curve of the fuselage. Vibrations wracked the airframe as the engines labored during acceleration. The engines roared into life with the bright masses of flames belching from the engines filling the interior with an eerie orange glow The cargo was so close to them, they had to place their feet one before the other. The plane lumbered down the darkened pavement picking up speed and lurched into the air causing Jean’s stomach to turn and send bile up into her throat.

Ellie’s head turned toward Jean and shouted over the deafening din: "That was better than the first drop on Riverview’s Bobs" to Jean once the plane stopped pitching in its attempt to balance air speed and altitude. The plane’s big engines continued to roar as the bird sought to climb higher and higher into the dark sky. After about five minutes, the man behind Jean tapped her on the shoulder and handed her a mask connected by tubing to an oxygen bottle hanging from the framework of the fuselage’s shiny aluminum skin.

He motioned for Jean to tap Ellie on the shoulder, to let her know she’s need to put on an oxygen mask, as well. The plane continued to climb, engines roaring, cargo creaking from hitting occasional air turbulence with an unsettling sense of falling fast, then the reverse as the body’s weight pushed Jean into the canvas seat. Ellie’s reference to the best ride at Riverview was an understatement. She had flown once before from Chicago to Los Alamos, but that ride was nothing compared to this. Even the "Parachutes" at Riverview didn’t compare to this.

Apprehension seized Jean. They’d be in total darkness if not for the glow of the engines reflected of the shiny plane’s interior. A look out of the window gave her a stark glimpse of reality. There was nothing below but a sea of air and water. If the plane caught fire from the flames shooting out of the nacelles surrounding the engines, they would plunge into the darkness, never to be seen again.

Gradually, the constant droning in her ears relented. Glancing out the frosted round window to see what caused the change in degree of vibration revealed the engines’ fiery displays diminished and she could make out the outlines of the two portside engines on the buffeting span of the broad wing, with the exhaust pipes aglow emitting tiny flicks of sparkles as frigid air passed over the metal. She was thankful her oxygen mask only covered her lower face. If she couldn’t see, she would have panicked. The man seated behind her was reading a magazine with his knees crossed, as if he were aboard one of Chicago’s famous Brill street cars out for a ride in the refreshing breeze on a sunny summer’s afternoon.

After three hours, boredom began to creep in. Her back was revolting for being so cramped in the canvas seat and the blanket the man gave her did little to ward of the growing chill of the cold aluminum airship. She turned her head toward the man behind her and shouted. "How much longer?"

He glanced at his wristwatch. "Four more hours. It’s way in the back!" She looked at him puzzled, then realized what he was referring to. She nodded. He stood, folded his seat and led the way, shimmying along the load of cases that took up most of the plane’s interior. At the rear of the plane, behind the cargo, the drone from the engines was less intrusive. It almost permitted a normal level of speech.

The burly man smiled down into her close face as she squeezed past him to gain access to the narrow door that she prayed led to more than a makeshift latrine. He didn’t comment, but she knew he enjoyed the passing of her breasts across his broad chest. She was pleasantly surprised to find a small stainless steel toilet inside the cubicle. Turning, she had no trouble pulling her skirt and panties down, but the cold metal rim on the bowl got her attention immediately. Her knees were pressed against the wall in front of her as she sighed and let loose a torrent.

There were small squares of tissue paper, but the sign above the bowl advised her not to put anything into the bowl unless it passed though her body, first. She ignored the sign, figuring a swipe was as good as a pass, and was close enough.

She bumped her head on the curved wall getting up and her elbows smacked both sides while she wrestled her skirt into place and checked her gig line.

 

Exiting the stall, she spotted Ellie waiting outside with one hand deep inside the airman’s coveralls, grinning sheepishly. "This gentleman here invited me to join an elite club called "Five Mile High Club". Interested?" Ellie’s blouse was open completely and her bra was undone. The tall man looked so handsome to Jean, she wished she’d have thought of it, first. She didn’t budge as the man opened up her jacket and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and reached into it to tweak her taught cold nipples through her GI issue bra. The last few weeks had been a long respite she endured while waiting for her recent sutures to heal.

Before Jean could answer Ellie, another man came out around the corner from behind the cargo, catching Jean with the first man’s hand inside of her blouse, a hand surrounding her left breast. "Good morning, ladies. I’m captain Bryant. I see that you are in good hands. As you were, Sgt. Aleski, carry on."

In passing, he gingerly kissed Jean and tweaked a nipple, himself. "Follow me up to the helm where it’s warm, when I’m finished here. I’ll let you sit in my cockpit." The cocky smile on his face assured her his comment had a double meaning

Jean nodded, sheepishly. She had once heard of a "mile high" club, and that the initiation required having sex in a plane. She wondered what was different about the "Five Mile High" club She didn’t think she’d have to wait long to find it out. The second man wasted little time visiting the latrine and asked Jean if she’d like a tour. She was curious to see more of the ship rather than spend four more long hours cramped in a canvas seat with little leg room, so she agreed to take the tour, wondering how big the plane was and how something this large could fly.

The two shimmied their way sideways along the exterior of the plane until they came to an area just aft of the back edge of the wings where a wall separated the front of the plane from the back half. The captain told her the bomb bay was just the other side of the wall, so they’d have to go forward through a passageway above it. In the center of the wall was a short ladder. The man helped her climb to the top. A round hole in the wall led to the heated front compartments.

Descending the ladder on the opposite side after shimmying her way across the bomb bay, Jean found herself in a small area occupied by two other airmen: a flight engineer and navigator. After a brief introduction, she met the radioman and co-pilot next. At the very front of the plane a wide window exposed the first light of the day’s dawn creeping over the horizon on the starboard side of the plane.

The engines’ drone was less prominent now and her guide was able to speak in normal tones to her. Lastly, a man came up from a hatch in the floor and was looking up under her skirt when the captain introduced the plane’s bombardier.

"If you really would like a thrilling view, Miss…."

She chose not to tell him her name. She didn’t want men calling on her before she was told why she was being flown across the ocean to an unknown mission at an unknown destination. Her silence didn’t daunt him.

"Well, uh, we can watch the Sun come up from inside of the bombardier’s station. I promise you, there’s no better way to see it rise." Again, the clever man used a sly remark with double meaning to convey his intentions. She looked him over and figured her newly devised plumbing was ready for a trial run and she’d rather see the view with a handsome man than sit alone at the window by her seat.

Entering the cramped space was clumsy, as a blanket was spread across it to shield the view from the cockpit helms. His two hands on her ass as he helped her squeeze into the glass-lined lower compartment, helping her avoid bumping into the bombsight located in the center. They were able to see well lying prone, which was also convenient to his immediate intentions.

The top edge of the Sun breaking the surface of the ocean was mesmerizing to her. She scarcely noticed his hand around her waist as she intently watched the sky changing color. She turned to ask him a question and found his face inches from hers. When she paused, he kissed her and his tongue fenced with hers.

Under the blanket, nobody could see them, unless they were outside, looking in. She found the familiar bulge in his khaki pants and started to undo his fly, letting him know she was receptive to his advances. He was all over her in no time. He seemed too anxious and almost tore off her clothes as his lips pulled at her perky nipples and hands pulled her skirt and panties down her body.

His take-off was likely the fastest he’d ever accomplished. In the time it took Jean to kick away her skirt and panties, his pants were around his ankles and he was thrusting deep inside of her freshly constructed pussy. She relaxed, knowing she had little to be concerned about him identifying her recent scarring, as the man never looked there, just plunged away blindly.

The man wasn’t aware he was taking her cherry. His passion was fired by pure, unadulterated lust as he pulled her down hard onto his rigid cock. "Oh, baby. Yes. Fuck me, honey. Ride my signal cannon. It packs a fifty-millimeter shell that bursts into white hot explosion like a magnesium flare to scorch you to the core."

He thought he was a smart-ass hotshot. She thought he was another egotistical asshole, sans smarts. He was a typical over-confidant military jerk in charge of a lot of expensive hardware and impressed with his importance. She wanted him to seduce her, not make quips to her about how good he was.

If he had been more patient, to be sure she was as aroused as he obviously was, she’d have given him head first, then let him enter her vagina for a second round of slow satisfying action. While he was still deep inside of her, she wished he’d have been more considerate and she more selective choosing the man, to make her debut to vaginal coitus something worth remembering.

 

He was too quick to be any good. He fell off to one side, panting. "Boy, that was the best damn fuck I ever had, lady! You navy nurses sure know your stuff. Wish I’d have been smart enough to join the navy where men have plenty of room to party aboard a craft, instead of jockeying this monster that doesn’t allow for any privacy. I’ll bet my co-pilot could hear every stroke and can’t wait his turn."

"Turn?"

"Sure. Don’t you know? I thought you did. I heard Sgt. Aleski explaining the rules while I was coming back to get you. We’re five miles up and five men with me up front, and only one of you. That means you need to fuck four more men before you can become a member. Your friend in back agreed to join up. She’ll take up the slack and do Sgt. Aleski first, then the tail-gunner and work her way forward.

"How many men on board?"

"Ten."

"That bitch set me up. I’ll fix her. Listen, do all your men expect one fuck or two?"

"No need for you to be greedy, lady, unless you like marathons. I heard women join up to increase their hit ratio. That might be true about some doggies, honey, but you look so good, you shouldn’t have trouble finding hundreds of men to ball.

You must like a lot of variety, sugar. You’re not pissed off at us, are you?"

"Not at you or your crew, lover, but I’ll suck your cock and bet a month’s pay half your men can’t screw both of us before we reach our destination. Care to prove you flyboys are better than navy men? Here’s your big chance. If all ten can stay hard and screw Ellie’s brains out, I’ll take on the four guys waiting for their turn at me, blow you and give you a month’s pay for setting her up and making sure they finish her off by the time we get to wherever we’re headed."

"These guys? Honey, you’re on and we won’t take money. We’ve been stranded on a tiny island base without a single woman around for seven weeks. The SP’s surrounded our plane while it was being loaded at Pearl and wouldn’t even let us leave the runway for a minute. We landed with pockets full of dough expecting a chance to do some heavy drinking and prowling. We were pissed until you two girls got on board. We all thought we’d died and gone to heaven when Sgt. Aleski called me on the intercom to ask me come back and take you off his hands. I’d rather keep you to myself, baby, but this crew’s a team. All for one, one for all."

"Are you to remain at our destination, after we land?"

"Yeah, far as I know. You won’t have to worry, though. You’ll see plenty of action. The place is crawling with men, all kinds, young and old, military and civilian. We can get together any time you want, honey. Just say the word and I’ll be there."

"That might pose a problem if your men brag about their conquests. The deal is off unless you can assure us that no word leaks out about our membership in your exclusive club. I’ve had a run-in with the SP’s myself. Another big-mouthed hero that can’t keep a secret can cost me my bars and a restriction to quarters."

"Can’t have that happen, gorgeous. We wouldn’t get another chance to meet and have a bit of fun again, would we? Maybe next time, I can have you all to myself."

Jean thought this guy was dumber than she first imagined. He thought she was seriously a cock-hungry slut that couldn’t get enough men to remain satisfied for long. Thinking it over, she realized her behavior over the past few months would support his low impression of her selectivity.

"You can kiss your chances good-bye if I get busted. No other women, eh?"

"You’ll have an open playing field. I’ll pass it along. Mum’s the word, or no deal. In the meantime, make yourself pretty again. Your lipstick is smeared all over. You don’t have to do too good a job. I don’t want the others to think I didn’t score up here with you, babe. You were something else!"

The slug didn’t know how true his words were. "Don’t worry. I’ll make sure of it, handsome." As the man went back to the upper level, her torso stuck out from under the blanket, exposing her naked breasts to the man flying the plane. She called out. "You were fantastic, Captain Bryant, but I still need someone else to compare you with. Is anyone else ready to join me watching the sunrise?"

The co-pilot tore his headset off from around his neck. "Take it, Lou. I’ll go next. Don’t bother explaining the rules. I heard everything she said. Tell it to the rest of the crew on the intercom. I’ll be busy for a while."

 

The second man was just as horny as the young pilot. These airmen were long overdue and couldn’t last long enough to get her motor running. Sex under these conditions was a waste of time as far as Jean was concerned. He took less time than the pilot and left her there without a kiss. Her body was nothing more than a spunk depository to him. She thought him cruel to treat the gift she gave him with so little appreciation. War must make men deranged, she thought as the carefree man redid his fly. He didn’t even bother to take off his pants.

Her third lover made the trip worthwhile. He knew how to turn a lady on, but was too distracted by the presence of others to keep his mind on what he was doing. "Maybe next time we can take our time and do this right, in private."

He left her after spending enough time with her to cover his lack of interest, but used it all to please her, not himself. "Some assholes are stupid. If brains were dynamite, they wouldn’t have enough to blow their noses," he whispered into her ear. "You may not be the world’s best looking woman, but I’d worship you if you were mine and you’d never need to search for other men to keep you satisfied."

 

She received an honest compliment for once. Many men plied platitudes in the past, and some were even sincere. This was the first one that didn’t criticize her for having loose morals while showing his disinterest in sharing her. He simply was the type that was willing to ignore her past but not willing to tolerate future infidelity, and was man enough to know a woman that has experience needs to be well satisfied with sex, not just please her lover’s needs.

She sobbed to herself after he left, wishing she had been born a real girl in the first place, knowing she might never meet another man like him again.

The fourth was too young and very nervous. He didn’t even know how to begin. The pecking order must have changed. She expected a novice to be the last. He wore the non-com coveralls and had trouble taking the tight fitting, flak-resistant flight suit off. She tried to help him, watching him get sweated up from his clumsy efforts. It suddenly occurred to her. She wasn’t the only person having a cherry popped this sunny morning. The lad was obviously a virgin and was treading in unfamiliar waters. He was too nervous to perform, and she’d have to inspire him.

"What’s your name, handsome?"

"Larry, ma’am." He stared at her breasts, not believing how good they looked.

"Are you sure you want to go all the way? I’ll understand if you don’t want the other men to know that it’s your very first time you had sex with a girl. I’ll also understand if you’d rather not do it. We can sit and talk if you’d like."

"Is it that obvious? No, I mean yes I do, I want to do it in the worst way. Everyone has to have a first time sometime, but please don’t say anything it to the others. I’ve never done it before and lied to them. I didn’t want the crew to make fun out of me for still being a virgin, so I made up stories about girls I had back home. "

"There’s nothing wrong with virginity at your age. There’s also nothing wrong with telling fibs about it. If you want, we can take our time and think this over. I’ve had three men use me since sunup already. Wouldn’t you rather wait until you meet a nice girl that wants all of you, not merely six inches?"

"Look, ma’am. I’m no roving Casanova like they are. That’s certainly obvious. I’d rather get this over and not have to worry about telling them any more lies."

She looked him square in the eye. "Alright, suit yourself. Go to it."

He looked frantic. "I can’t. I’m too jittery. I was stiff as a board until I came down here. Now I can’t do a thing. Please, help me. Do something. I can’t even get this monkey suit off. I’m shaking like a leaf. I’ll be the laughing stock of the squadron."

 

He was down on his knees and looked like he was begging. She leaned forward, reached out and took his soft pecker out his flight suit and blew on the head of it. Then, she opened her mouth wide and sucked the soft flesh inside. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand to stifle a moan. In less than two minutes he was hard as a rock, screaming his head off while he filled her mouth with his first wad of semen, telling her how fantastic she was, over and over.

Jean licked him clean and gently put his pecker back where it belonged. When she looked up, the blanket was gone and four smiling faces peered back. What rotten bastards! They were watching with smiles plastered all over their faces. "’Bout time junior got his ashes hauled." "Nice work, sweetheart. We felt he’d never rise to the task. Been lying to us about it since he joined the crew." "Next time we’ll let him take off the neck mike. Everyone aboard heard the whole thing."

 

"Fucking slime balls!"

"Look who’s talking, lady. There’s more cum in you right now than any of us have left. You think junior is something? Meet ‘Mr. Cumquats’. The fifth man stood with the captain’s arm around him. Guess what he likes to do."

While junior made his hasty retreat, the last man joined her and put the blanket back into place, affording them the little privacy she enjoyed earlier. She tried to fight him off, thinking about what captain said, but he cautioned her that it was his turn and the whole base would get wind of her exploits if she resisted him.

"Relax, honey. We still have lots of flying time left. One thing that I can’t stand is sloppy seconds. Get my drift? I ain’t sticking my cock in there until it’s nice and clean, first." He fingered her nipples until she began to wish the ordeal never got started. His lips made contact with her left nipple and she tried to fight off the rise in heat his tongue caused her.

"What do you want from me? Get away, you pervert. Touch me on my anus and I’ll crush your filthy balls like peanuts!"

"Lower your voice a little, missy. I’m not going there, and I promise I’m not after hurting you one teeny-weenie bit. I’m your favorite fantasy, toots. Check this out for starters, and you’ll see what I mean." He stuck out his tongue and touched the tip of his nose with it. Then he drew rings around her swelling nipples, one at a time with his tongue until they stuck out like erasers.

He pulled a towel out of a bag attached to his belt and lifted her ass up, reaching around her until the warm moist towel was completely under her. She could feel its warmth spreading across her thighs and hips. "Not you just lay back and enjoy this. You’re in for a treat."

She was afraid to move. The man slid lower. The blanket over them shielded his position, but she assumed the others knew where his head was at the moment. She was sure it would soon be ripped away to expose the heavy man’s head in between her thighs to the amusement of the rest of the crew. It didn’t move.

His tongue slowly flicked across her left thigh, and then her right. She jerked her hips up at him from feeling the coarse surface of his tongue tease her soft skin. With a patience she could hardly understand, she awaited his next move. The warm towel wiped the surface of her pussy gently, and was followed by a warm, marvelous sensation as the tip of his tongue darted across the same surface.

"UUUMMM." The man was an artist. He was painting her lower lips with saliva as she quivered in ecstasy. She couldn’t resist and lifted her hips to mash her vulva into his face. When she did, the tongue slid inside of her and touched her on her hot button. She screamed and grabbed his head in both hands.

"Yesssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!! Oh, yesssssssssssssssssssssssss."

"UUUMMM." He repeated the low, vibrating hum as his tongue laved into her.

Jean couldn’t stop humping his face in rapid thrusts as she ejected a steady stream of male with the force of her muscle spasms. It flowed down her thighs.

"UUUMMM." The man canted like an oriental priest into her love canal, making her grunt in utter seizure. The copious flow continued, soaking the towel beneath her. She gasped and squeezed as hard as she could for more, without causing gas to escape from her rectum simultaneously. His peculiar licking made her feel as if she had to take a gigantic shit, but not from behind her, but in front. She was trying to eliminate through the remnants of the useless flesh inside her groin.

 

"UUUMMM." …………"OH, GOD!"

"UUUMMM." ………… "DEAR GOD!"

"UUUMMM." ………… "LORD IN HEAVEN!"

"UUUMMM." ………… "STOP! STOP! I CAN"T TAKE ANY MORE!"

The man silently continued to wash the surface flesh of her pussy with his long taster. She had trouble catching her breath, and was afraid what he’d do if she passed out. She tried to dislodge him, but he held his stance firmly. When she started to convulse, he relented and came up for air, calming her with soothing strokes of his gentle hands. She slowly regained composure and tried to sit up.

One hand held her body down while he wiped her off with a second towel from the pouch at his waist. "We’re almost there, almost done. Shhh. Take it easy. Don’t try to get up. Relax and enjoy it. I’ve only just begun."

His head went back down between her legs and his tongue touched her again, painting wide circles on her thighs, first on one, then the other, closer and closer to her groin. When tension left her legs, his tongue darted out and touched her nubbin. She reacted with a small thrust of her hips and took his head back into her hands. Again, a second thrust. Again, and a third thrust. Her movement was acceptable to him and gave her greater pleasure than she could believe possible.

The roar of the engines was matched by a thunderous clamor from deep within her. A piercing sensation brought it all together as his tongue reached inside to fill the cavern with coarse gristle. He was fucking her with his twisting tongue!

"Arggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Yes! Yes! Yessssssssssssssssssssssss!"

Then he stopped moving in and out. He paused. His long tongue came out and he clamored up to stare into Jean’s face. He looked down and then at her face again. "What is this?" He whispered. "Girl, you got something wrong inside. It feels something like a cock inside of you. You’d better go see a doctor."

"Shh. Oh, please. Don’t say anything. Don’t tell on me. I can explain if you let me, but please keep your voice down. Okay?"

"You’d better talk lady, because going last cost me a month’s pay and I don’t do any men. What I like best is a woman that was already used by other men and is disappointed with their lack of attention. These guys don’t use their heads much. We have the rest of the flight to ourselves, baby. How we spend it depends on how I feel about a girl with a cute pussy that has a cock hidden inside of it. Start explaining or everyone on board will find out you two are phonies."

"Okay. I had an accident as a kid. I was a boy, but lost my testicles. I started to look a lot like a girl and was deferred from the military. No branch would accept me. To get into the war, I took up nursing; not knowing my body would eventually sprout breasts because I don’t produce male hormones and my former supply of monthly injections of it wasn’t available anymore."

"Uh-uh. Not good enough. That doesn’t explain the masquerade. You a faggot?"

"No, I’m not. I can’t help being what I am. I don’t have a choice. Without testicles a person thinks like a female. Having sex with men helps remind me I’m truly a woman inside now. My skin is soft and hairless. I have negligible muscles, a limp that makes my butt sway like a girls and a pair of breasts that can’t be concealed; no matter what I do. I can’t and don’t want to be a male anymore. I couldn’t do it if I tried. Even my body denies it every time I try to think like a man. I can’t. My one and only hope was to become womanly in every possible way. A doctor gave me a functional vagina recently to help out, but it isn’t enough. You found out. "

"Gee, lady, uh, kid. I’m sorry I came down on you like I did. I suppose I owe you an explanation for being gruff. I don’t like to be fooled by anyone. My ex-wife was a hoofer and a damned good-looking one when we first got hitched. When the depression hit, we were out of work and she started cheating on me to make a fast buck and decided to use me for her janitor afterwards for not being able to support her better. Her heady juices flowing into my mouth was addictive to me.

Before that, I never ate ‘fur pie’, so I didn’t know how it tasted. I didn’t know that a man’s spunk was what made it taste so good to me. After I got myself a job and we moved to a better flat, I realized that her juices tasted different and smelled less inviting, but she insisted I was nothing more to her than a lap dog and if I wanted to her to stay, I’d have to put up with cleaning her box out after she was fucked by some other guy. She used it to punish me and loved my long tongue.

I was married to a fabulous, gorgeous woman. I put up with her shit to get laid regularly by a woman that was outrageously sexy. Eating her out whenever she got laid by a ‘trick’ was a small price to pay. I didn’t have the means to support us otherwise. I wasn’t a husband to her after that. I was just her stupid slave, but I didn’t care as long as I could make her scream for joy and fuck her for free.

She left me anyway for a ‘big tipper’ and lives regally now, like a queen, but by then I learned how to make any woman go wild with my talented tongue. I like it better than screwing women. I’m used to tasting what other guys leave behind."

 

"We’re even." Jean whispered. "You can’t tell anyone my secret without worrying that I’ll tell on you. How much time do you think we have left before we land?"

"Enough." She didn’t know he was proud of his ability as a ‘muff diver’.

She crouched down and took his cock into her mouth. "Pay back. My turn." She knew she could drive a man crazy with her lips and tongue and devoured his for as long as he wanted, slowly teasing him with the same techniques he showed her earlier. Letting her tongue trace tiny circles on the insides of his thighs and using the palm of her hand to caress his huge testicles, she brought him to the brink of orgasm several times before she let him fill her mouth with his cum.

When she finished, she kissed him and forced his ejaculate into his mouth. His tongue wormed around inside her mouth and took it without showing any sign of revulsion or hesitation. Then, still kissing and licking each other’s moths and breasts, he fucked her hard and long. She knew he was dreaming of his ex-wife while he fucked her and finally had to ask him to stop when friction and abuse began to chafe her insides.

She heard voices above them in the cockpit. "Better call Jack back up front. He’s been with the other broad for over an hour. We need a reading on our position."

Jean was reminded of Ellie’s plight by the comments between the crew above. Ellie had ten men in about seven hours. She was worried. Her mound was sore. What would Ellie’s be like? The last man held her gently in his arms and they peered into each other’s eyes with contented smiles on their faces. He picked up the moist towels that he brought with him and departed silently as the captain’s voice announced that they were near their destination and all faces were glued to the windows in search of their target.

She still didn’t know where they were headed, and she didn’t care. There wasn’t time enough to speculate what she’d find out in the middle of nowhere, and it wouldn’t matter much. She had a mission to accomplish, that was all that meant anything to her, now. She’d soon know its purpose.

"There it is, captain, at Two O’clock." The crew all confirmed seeing a tiny speck off the starboard wing, far off in the distance.

 

(To be continued.)

 

 

 

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