Nope. Virginity still meant something in those days.My first real woman was Polynesian. We were based on Maluka Nui, in the Solomons, 'bout the middle...of '43, I guess. Had the Nips on the run by then, and we were building airstrips like mad on every shitty little lump of coral in the South Pacific. I'd gotten a touch of malaria on the Canal, and now here I was playing guard dog to the damned Seabees, watching to see that no sniper took a potshot at those hotshot 'dozer jockeys.Kathleen her name. When I climbed off him and kissed and licked him clean, he was looking a little worn out, but I still started getting him hard again. He moaned softly as his erection grew, and I lay on him, taking him fully into my mouth, then sucking and teasing, despite his struggles, until I had forced another climax from him."Any more, Mister Helpful?" I whispered, "or do you give in?" I give in," he conceded, "you are too much for me, Marie, my sexy fuck-toy."I kissed him, letting him taste his cum from. ” He wanted to plan a meeting because he didn't live close. I agreed to have sex with him again when I knew there was an opportunity, as long as he kept it between the two of us or at least from my man. He said he felt bad hiding it from my man, but he agreed. A few weeks went by and I couldn't travel or see him but we continued to chat. I kept remembering his perfect body and his cock in me the last time. I remembered how it tuckered me out and made me sore for a day after. He couldn't wait. If we went to sleep, someone would wake up and start again. I heard Mike get up on Sunday morning and he looked at me while he was getting dressed and said he was running out to get everyone breakfast. I told him to hurry back, as the weekend was not over yet. He smiled and said he would hurry, he would be back in about an hour. I had layback down, closed my eyes, and started drifting back to sleep. Before that could happen, I felt someone between my legs licking my dick and getting it hard.