CUM TAKE ME INTO YOUR STRONG ARMS , PLEASE BABY SHOW ME THAT YOU WANT ME. WORDS DONT MEAN ANYTHING TO ME ANYMORE - SHOW ME I DARE YOU ! rnrnKISS ME DEEPLY AND DEMANDING NOT JUST ON MY LIPS. LET ME TASTE YOUR MOUTH ON MY TONGUE , LET ME SUCK YOUR TONGUE AS I WOULD YOUR SEXY HARD COCK. LET YOUR COCK GET JEALOUS FOR A WHILE .rnLET ME PLEASE FEEL YOUR FINGERS THROUGH MY HAIR , SHOW ME BABY THAT YOU WANT ME - I DARE YOU ! ! ! ! !rnrnPUSH ME TO THE BED , SPREAD MY LEGS WIDE OPEN. PLEASE KISS AND LICK MY INNER THIGHS AS A COUPLE OF FINGERS SLIDE DEEP INTO MY HOT WET TIGHT PUSSY. HEAR MY MOANS OF PASSION AND LUST AS MY JUICES FLOW OVER AND OVER ON YOUR SEXY FINGERS. MAKE ME WEAK BABY , I DARE YOU ! ! ! ! !rnrnSEND OUR BODIES AND SOULS INTO ANOTHER WORLD. MOAN FOR ME BABY AS YOU REPLACE YOUR FINGERS WITH YOUR HARD SEXY COCK DEEP INSIDE MY HOT WET TIGHT PUSSY. MOAN AS THE TIGHTNESS SURROUNDS YOUR HARD SEXY COCK , FEEL MY JUICES EXPLODE ALL OVER YOUR HARD SEXY COCK. GO ON I DARE YOU TO CLOSE YOUR EYES AND JOIN ME ON THIS JOY RIDE TO OUTER SPACE AND BEYOND. I DARE YOU ! ! ! ! !rnrnLOWER YOUR HEAD AND LET YOUR MOUTH CAPTURE EACH HARD NIPPLE ONE BY ONE , SENDING CHILLS THROUGH OUT MY BODY MAKING MY PUSSY EXPLODE MORE IF YOU DARE. LICK THE SPOT BETWEEN MY TITS , THATS IT BABY MAKE MY PUSSY JEALOUS AND BEGGING FOR YOUR TONGUE SOME MORE. I DARE YOU ! ! ! ! !rnrnNOW , CLOSE YOUR EYES AND LET US EXPLODE TOGETHER. " OH BABY THAT FEELS SO GOOD , OUR JUICES MIXING MEANS THAT WE JUST BECAME ONE." TELL ME BABY IF YOU DARE " DOES MY JUICES FEEL GOOD ON YOUR SEXY COCK ? " MMMMMMMMM FUCK ME BABY DON'T STOP LET YOUR COCK GET COMPLETELY SOFT BEFORE YOU PULL OUT , I DARE YOU ! ! ! !rnrnMMMMMMMMMMM NOW , YOU MOVE OFF ME AND LAY BESIDE ME. I WAIT A FEW MINS THEN I GO DOWN KISSING AND LICKING MY WAY TO YOUR SOFT SEXY WET COCK. I LICK AND SUCK OUR MIXED JUICES OFF. " DO YOU LOVE THE FACT THAT I LOVE TO SUCK YOUR SEXY COCK SO MUCH ?? " TELL ME I DARE YOU ! ! ! ! !rnrnNOW PULL ME UP AND I DARE YOU TO TASTE OUR MIXED JUICES OFF MY TONGUE. DO YOU DARE ?

Mareike, meine Lieblingskommilitonin, Prisca, meine Mitbewohnerin und ich standen auf der großen Dachterrasse, unserer Penthousewohnung. Ich hatte Mareike zu einem Grillabend zu Prisca, Carina und Mir in die WG eingeladen. Der Grillabend war ziemlich schnell zu einem Sexabend geworden. Carina war bisher noch nicht zurück vom Lernen mit einer ihrer Kommilitoninnen, aber Mareike war schon kurz nachdem ich den Grill angefeuert hatte, angekommen. Sie und Prisca hatten dann versucht eine Sektflasche zu öffnen, was ihnen zwar gelungen war, allerdings waren dabei ihre Blusen total durchnässt worden. Prisca hatte offensichtlich nur einen Grund gesucht, sich ihrer Bluse zu entledigen und Mareike dann gebeten, ihr ihre nassen, kleinen Titten vom Champagner sauber zu schlecken. nnDaraufhin hatte Mareike all ihre Hemmungen über Bord geworfen und sie und Prisca hatten sich gegenseitig heiß geleckt. Schließlich hatte ich dem Anblick dieser beiden wunderschönen, sich gegenseitig die Fötzchen leckenden, Mädchen nicht wiederstehen können und meiner Kommilitonin Mareike mein hartes Glied in ihre geschmeidige Pussy gerammt. Nachdem Mareike, Prisca zum Orgasmus geleckt und gefingert hatte, nahm sie die Liebeskugeln, die Mareike vorher in ihrer Fickgrotte getragen hatte und führte sie ihr in den Arsch ein, den ich vorher schon mit meinem Daumen leicht gedehnt hatte. Dann fingerte sie Mareikes drallen Arsch mit zwei Fingern, während ich Mareikes Pussy mit schnellen, tiefen Stößen fickte. Das brachte Mareike schließlich ihren intensivsten Orgasmus, ihres 18 jährigen Lebens ein. nnDabei sog ihr enger Fickkanal so unnachahmlich an meinem harten Schaft, dass ich merkte wie es mir langsam kommen würde. Ich zog meinen dicken Schwanz schnell aus ihrer schmatzenden, schleimigen Fotze und die beiden leckten und saugten gierig jeden Tropfen meines heißen Spermas aus meiner großen, pulsierenden Eichel. Danach hatte Mareike uns versprochen in Zukunft, nach Elke, unsere zweite kleine Sexsklavin sein zu wollen. Prisca und ich hatten ihr gerne das Versprechen abgenommen, uns von nun an mit ihrem Körper voll und ganz zur Verfügung zu stehen. Das hatte ganz besonders mich sehr glücklich gemacht, denn Prisca hatte mir geschworen, sich meinem langen Speer zu öffnen, wenn ich nur ausreichend viele junge, süße Sexspielzeuge liefere. Ich war meinem Ziel wieder ein Stück näher gekommen. Als ich diesen Gedanken gerade zu Ende gedacht hatte, hatte es geklingelt an der Haustür. Prisca schaute mich lächelnd an und sagte:nn"Na ob das wohl Carina ist? Sie müsste doch eigentlich schon längst wieder da sein.

"So, girls, what now?" Wendy grinned at her friends, Sandy and Laura, and wiggled her fingers. They had just finished painting each other's nails various shades of black, red and blue, and were letting them dry.nn"What time is it?" Sandy, who had decided to dress up as a witch this year, giggled as she examined her nails. Wendy had only ever seen Sandy in business suits and pumps, so the switch to a slutty little creature of darkness was a new one. The black dress she wore barely covered everything, reaching just a little below the perfect curves of her ass, and only just reaching up to hide the rosy hints of her nipples. She had a classic witch's hat on too, with a wide circular brim and pointed top and everything.nn"I think it's about 8." Wendy tilted her wrist and looked at her watch to confirm. Yup, 8. "The Halloween club crawl doesn't start for another hour."nn"Oh. well poo." Sandy pouted, the delicate curves of her lips turning downwards ever so slightly.nn"All dressed up and no place to go, aren't we ladies?" Laura shrugged and went back to blowing on her nails, trying to dry them faster.nnLaura was dressed up as a mummy, although the Ancient Egyptians wouldn't have recognized her as such. A few well placed bandages crossed her athletic chest, cupping her breasts and hiding them from view, but hiding little else. A similar swatch of bandages covered her crotch, and Wendy could swear that she'd shaved just to be able to wear the tiny thing.

1993-94: Homeback ConfidentialnnNot much sex in the first part of this story. Much more feelings than fuckings, as this is an account of my return home after Operation "Restore Hope" in Somalia. It was the moment in which I experienced the strongest feelings ever, the real turning point in my life. The story starts in October 1993 in the burning desert of central Somalia, and ends after New Years Eve in the cold and wet Dutch winter.nnWe were close to the end of our turn of Mission.nn76th Mech Regiment came to relief us in the North, and we left Belet Weyne in the end of October.nnWHA had left just a week before us, probably after confirming the information that ENI gave up with the prospections. Just as Total and Aral did a month earlier.nnIn Balad, Legnano Brigade took over Folgore Brigade responsibilities, and our term of duty in Africa was close to end. We withdrew our forces in our larger camp in Bulo Burti, where our logistic assets were, and handed over the troublesome Northern Sector to our cousins of the 76th, getting ready for home. Voice was that our replacements were going to be the last in UNOSOM.nnI agreed. There was no point to be there and risking our boys for people who couldn't care less for peace, Democracy or even for their own children's life. They weren't starving anymore, so our main humanitarian task was accomplished; as for our economic interests were concerned, it was pretty clear that there was no interest in staying, so it was due time to make it for home.nnWe made a last attempt at helping while in Bulo Burti. The Hawadle tribe, the one that represents the majority in our region, were bordering to their South with the Abgal, another tribe that was dominant down to the coast including our sector of Mogadishu. Along their border lay a small canal, which took the river water inland for a few kilometres and was called "Chinese" since it had been dig by them during the previous regime.nnWell, the two tribes were clashing nightly to control it. Hundreds of people died since we came in the area, to no avail.nnWe called a conference, and offered them a solution: we were to dig a second canal in the opposite side of the river, so each tribe could have its own one and cultivate along its banks.