I was a nineteen-year-old second lieutenant navigator training for combat with my permanent crew. I was stationed at an airfield on the west coast of southern Florida While the training was exciting, life between training missions was absolutely the most boring imaginable.
After being confined to the base for a month and having all wisdom teeth removed and shots for every disease known injected into our bodies our crew was allowed off the air base.
We of course had the latest anti-venereal disease movies shoved down our throats for two days and lectures from some very young doctors on the dangers of getting "VD" as it was called. At that time VD consisted of mainly Gonorrhea and Syphilis. These were the main diseases. Gonorrhea was called "the clap" I cannot remember if syphilis had a knick name. The pictures of the cocks of infected personnel were unbelievable. These cocks were shown in full color. The sores on each were deep red in the center of the infection and a lighter wet red toward the edges. Stories of infections so bad that cocks actually fell off the body ran rampant. Al Capone supposedly went mad, like crazy, from syph.
Any way to get off the base we had to go through this indoctrination We also were given condoms known then as rubbers and had to show that we had them on our person to get off the base. We also were given street maps of Tampa showing where to get treated if you had intercourse that means had been lucky enough to find a girl and had really fucked her.
As I remember the treatment was mandatory even if you had used a rubber. All the troops were so scared of venereal disease that everyone used a rubber and was treated at a VD station before returning to the base. The treatment consisted of washing your cocks and balls with a special soap followed by being painted with some purple gooey stuff.
Also statistics were taken as to how long ago you completed the sex act and how often you had done it. Some stations tried to get the name and address of your sex partner. Everyone knew that this information was not required and was only asked so a worker might get an easy lay. Sometimes they were lucky.
Anyway there were at least two very large airbases just outside of Tampa with so many men that finding a girl proved to be difficult. In fact to me it seemed impossible. My best friend at the time John and I had been to all the places recommended for locating girls. I was still quite shy about how to approach a girl, but once I got to know them my shyness disappeared rapidly. John on the other hand had no problems with his approach. Best of all he seemed to go after women that seemed ugly to me.
After nearly a month of no girl contact John and I essentially gave up trying so hard. One very hot afternoon we were just in town to get off the base. We decided to stop for a beer in small fashionable bar. We sat at the bar and were gulping down our beers when John started talking to two girls sitting at a table behind us. I hadn't even seen them on the way in and at first didn't even turn around. John had quite a dialog going when one laughed. I knew immediately that this one had the inner warmth of a confident and beautiful woman.
I turned around and made eye contact with a gorgeous dark- haired woman of about my age. We looked each other over quickly and my cock stirred and started up. She almost immediately squirmed turned in my direction and crossed her legs perfectly. Her skirt climbed over her knees and exposed an expanse of bare thigh. My cock continued its climb and we started talking to each other in unintelligible words at an amazing rate. Our sexuality was intense.
John offered to buy the girls a drink and immediately we were told that if the girls accepted we would have to leave. This bar had more than its share of trouble with pick-ups so it established the policy of not allowing any.
John was enamored with the other girl. I thought she was very plain looking, but John saw something that set him off. The girls finished their drinks and with no recrimination at the bar walked out with us. On some of our ensuing dates we would often stop in this particular bar. There was no problem as long as we came together and this place turned out to be our favorite watering hole.
The four of us got along like we were old friends. We ended the night at a very nice club that had a good band for dancing. My "date" Joan was an excellent dancer who moved in close touching my body with hers even on the jitterbug numbers. On the slow dances we were in contact from our cheeks to our knees. My cock was in full hard mode from the time we left the first bar and Joan held my hand.
John seemed to be getting along well with his girl Fran and there was a lot of body contact between them.
I was certain that both girls were ready for some good solid fucking, but had no idea where or when this might happen. When it became time to take the girls' home our first problem arose. It seemed that Joan and Fran were friends from early childhood. In fact they had been neighbors all their lives. They lived miles outside of Tampa in an area accessible only by bus followed by a long walk on a dirt road. Only one light on a pole about half way down the road was visible.
Mostly it was dark. I started kissing Joan as soon as we got of the bus. Her lips felt like two large pillows. She opened her mouth at the prodding of my tongue. Our tongues intertwined. We sucked each other, both getting roaring sexually hot. We walked the road only stopping to kiss and rekindle our sexual fires.
When we were about three quarters of the way Joan said let' s lie down in the long grass. This was about ten yards off the side of the road. I figured this was it. We would be fucking our heads off by the time we hit the ground. I was very wrong. As we snuggled in the grass, I rubbed my now bursting cock into Joan's crotch. She felt unbelievably soft. When I put my hands on her ass to pull her into me. She suddenly sat up saying no, no, no.
We can't go any farther. My breasts are still leaking. I had never heard of women with leaking tits, but I honored her request and stopped. We sat up and Joan said they will stop leaking soon and I will let you fondle me and maybe suck them if you like.
In all my life I had never had such a promise of future sexual activity. We sat and cuddled and tried to see what John and Fran were doing. There was enough light to see lots of bare skin and motion. Joan called and soon they joined us and we walked the rest of the way to an intersection in the dirt road. We made dates for the end of the week and kissed the girls good night. It took a long time to start leaving. John had his hand up Fran's dress and was doing something with her pussy. She moaned and finally stiffened followed by a fairly loud cry. I was rubbing my cock into Joan, but she kept me away even though she was breathing like she was ready for an orgasm.
Finally we had to go to catch the last bus to Tampa and then to the base. John said that he had Fran bare to the waist and that she had a magnificent body. He was sure they would be fucking very soon. He also told me that Joan was married, but her husband had been killed flying combat with the 8th Air Force.
We started dating these girls on a steady basis. After our third date John and Fran disappeared at the crossroad. I waited for over two hours and finally went home alone. John showed up the next day. He said he and Fran had fucked all night in every position he knew. Her parents were away for several days so he would be at her place all his free time.
If I hadn't mentioned it we usually met the girls in Tampa to make our traveling easier. I thought it was time to meet Joan in her home and at least show her folks that their daughter was going with a respectful human.
