Our destroyer was part of the last U. S. Navy units to visit Algiers as the anti-colonial war was heating up. This was in the fall of 1952. Our skipper was a great ship-handler and we tied up in Med-more fashion, stern first, requiring the captain to back the ship into the pier. The French liaison officer, a young, tall blond looking very serious and very handsome in his dark blue service uniform and white cap, came aboard to brief us on liberty policies. As he was leaving, our electronics officer, Ray, stopped him on the deck to ask about the location of the best bordello in Algiers. Ray was the biggest cocksman on the ship and was the authority on whorehouses.

Right after lunch, Ray grabbed me and asked me if I wanted to go with him to the kasbah where the finest girls, all French, were available. The only concern, as told by the liaison officer, was that we should go as a group for safety purposes, three or four if possible and we begin to think about other candidates. Most of the officers were married, but there was Stretch, a young engineering officer, who came in at 6’5″. I didn’t know if he was called “Stretch” from his tall, lanky height, or from the length of his dick, which hung half way down to his knees. We thought he needed to be bred. And we did recruit an assistant gunnery officer who was also eager for the adventure.

As soon as supper was over, we got permission to leave the ship and headed for the casbah, actually not too far from the harbor. It was, as you would expect, cavernous and dark, and we entered through a small archway. Ray assured me he had explicit instructions, and in no time, we arrived at the address, a solidly built three story adobe brick building with bars and a huge wooden door. After ringing the bell and being viewed by the guard, we were ushered into a well-furnished salon and greeted by the madam, as nice a lady as you would ever want to meet. We quickly explained our mission, she explained the terms: Did we want to see the “show” first? Yes, we thought that an interesting experience.

She took us down a long hall that opened onto a small cabaret type room with a stage in the rear. A glass of champagne on the house, and let the show begin. Two young women came out, begin to dance to sensual music; slowly taking off their blouses, then their skirts, and finally unbuttoning their bras, letting them slip to the floor. I was getting a hard on already, but the show had just begun.

Two more girls came out – all good looking and nicely developed but not too busty – just the type you’d like to bed down with…;but wait. Each girl of the pair fastens on a rubber dick and proceeds to play with her partner, all the while the beat of the music is getting stronger. Each enters her partner, with squeals of delight. The music gets faster as they grind away on each other – wow, I was about to come right then and there. Finally, they climax and slowly separate, throw on some robes and come out to us.

Angelique was the blond of my choice and we went back to a neat and clean bedroom with a double bed, nice sheets and pillows, a bidet, sink and table which held some incense – the mysterious smells of the east. She begin to unbutton my shirt and rub her hand over my chest, working it down to my pants which were quickly removed, leaving me in my undershirt, boxers and shoes. She kneels down to take off my shoes and places a hand inside the slit of my underpants, feeling my pulsating cock and smiling with amusement. After removing my undershirt, she rubs my chest with her beautiful busts, not too large, just right, and I am so hard I thought I would break. We embrace and slip off our remaining clothes.

She wants me to enter her standing up, and I was ready – it was a relief beyond compare and that most delicious of feelings. But wait. Standing up? No way. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but in the bed. We lay side by side, with kisses and embraces, French kissing and fondling each other. Then she leans back on her knees and begins to suck me. Oh, it was so delicious, and I was so ready but I held off and got her on her back, slowly entering her wetness – she was as hot as I was. It was ecstasy, bliss, heaven. My Angelique, my angel, fuck, fuck, fuck. Give her all of your 7″. She raises her hips to my thrusts and I could feel her lubricate. I tried to slow down, knowing I couldn’t hold out much longer. But it was there NOW! Let It COME! And it did – I’ve never had such an orgasm – we both came at the same time.

I tried to re-liven my poor spent dick, hoping I could do it again, but my recovery time is long. I gently withdrew, cum all over the bed and oozing out of her vagina – Wow! I must have really had a load but I knew that we had to be out of there. She gently washed my dick with some warm, scented water and I almost had another erection. Angelique raised her beautiful face and made me promise to return tomorrow.

We had to wait for Stretch, and joked about his having to pay extra for the extra size. The madam, who spoke beautiful English with a lilting French accent, said the girls love to get “new ones” and it was obvious Stretch was a new one, but now broken in.

Through the kasbah gate and back to the ship. It was a momentous night and my hope of returning the next day was dashed when I was given shore duty to work with the French police. Angelique, I will never forget you.