4 comments/ 59967 views/ 6 favorites 1993-94: Homeback By: gggsss1962 1993-94: Homeback Confidential Not 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. We were close to the end of our turn of Mission. 76th Mech Regiment came to relief us in the North, and we left Belet Weyne in the end of October. WHA 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. In 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. I 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... We 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. Well, the two tribes were clashing nightly to control it. Hundreds of people died since we came in the area, to no avail. We 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. The Somalis looked at us like if we were stupid. It didn't work like that, they finally explained to us: it wasn't a matter of simple ownership of the canal, which was irrelevant to them as such. The canal was just a prize to fight for, and eventually win. Fighting was for men, cultivating was for women, and the second didn't matter to them... "We will dig the canal anyway," our Colonel said, "And then we will see." "Okay," the two chiefs said, satisfied: "And we will fight for it too." At that point, we just kicked them out of our camp. I visited Gialalaxi small hospital. There was an Italian civilian missionary there, working alone. She was a professional nurse who spent all her life in Africa, mostly in Senegal. She was disgusted. "You see that old woman sitting next to the bed where the girl is lying down the ward?" "Yes, I see." I said, "Is she her grandmother?" "Nope. She's her mother, but it doesn't matter. Do you know why she's sitting there?" "I suppose she's caring for her child." "Nay. She's waiting for me to look away, so that she can steal the food in her tray." "What! She will steal the food to her own ill child?" "That's right. She says the child has to die anyway, so she should get the food instead, since she does gonna live." "That's disgusting!" The older woman looked at me: "No, that's just Somalia. There is much worse. Have you ever seen how girls get infibulated at birth? Almost one third of them die of it... And all the others will bear the pain for the rest of their life." Infibulation... Female castration. We knew about it. It was the second reason, after the stench, why during the whole tour only two soldiers of our Regiment went with local girls. They reported their comrades the worst sexual experience of their whole life. The poor girls were not simply dirty and smelling beyond tolerance: they were like dead corpses during coupling, since they were simply not feeling anything, and nobody could ever teach them how to fake... But you can't ever criticize that tradition, since it was a religious local belief and you should never criticize religion... It's not politically correct. We weren't the only ones that were departing. Suddenly, there were lots of US convoys moving along the Imperial Road, reducing the UN stockpiles in Belet Weyne German camp. These convoys were usually spending the night at our camp, so we saw scores of their giant trailers, carrying hundreds of German containers up and down from Moga. One day, one of those columns that stopped in was commanded by a female colleague. In her case "Female" was just a definition, since she clearly wasn't a male, but the poor lady is still the ugliest human being I saw since I was born. She was peer-shaped, so small and fat that it was faster to climb her over than pass round her, and all her skin was ruined by acne. If women were all like her, I would be gay, and happy. Still being the guy in charge of security, that night I took just another tour of the camp, inspecting the defences and the people on duty. Everything was on order, but in the guards tent a man on rest shift was missing. He might as well be at the toilet, but hell, I had nothing to do, so I went looking for him. It took over half an hour to find him. I started getting worried, when I suddenly heard a moan coming from underneath one of the parked US trailers. I went for the sound and suddenly enlightened between the wheels with my maglight. And there my missing soldier lay, together with the American Captain. He was taking her like a dog, and I can't blame him for the choice of the position, since that way he wasn't seeing her face... Okay, I got my man. He was sound, safe and happy, and I was happy for him too... I switched the torch off and said: "Sorry guys; go on." Then I went. I heard a gasp, a groan, scruffy movements, and then somebody running after me. I turned, and there the colleague was, running for me while desperately trying to pull her trousers up. "Sir," she called in a raucous whisper, "Sir! Please..." I was sorry for the anticlimax, it was the second time during my mission in Somalia I interrupted someone having fun. So I offered, "Don't worry, and get back at it. It doesn't matter..." She was panicking: "Sir, please, do not report! I didn't intend to... I'll never..." I turned again, trying to dismiss the case: "Don't worry, really. There is nothing wrong for me... We have no regulation about this, so go on and have fun..." She grabbed by arm: "Sir, you don't understand! He's a private, I'm a Captain... I'd lost my ranks; they will court-marshal me..." "No, they won't," I tried to reassure her, still trying to walk away, growing more and more embarrassed with her still clumsily trying to make herself presentable while still holding my arm: "You can screw whoever you like here, as long as you are off-duty, consenting adults and there is no danger for the camp. So go back to your friend, he must be so frustrated!" She was almost crying, and I wonder weather she was understanding me: "Sir, please..." "Leave me alone!" I ordered, now really pissed, getting rid of her grip: "I told you it's okay. Go away!" She gave up. I walked away and she disappeared in the darkness. The day after, during the morning parade for the flag rising, I reported the night news to the Colonel, and mentioned the sexy detail. The US column had left at first light heading south, and there was nothing wrong to smile a bit... "Really?" he smiled, flabbergasted: "That Captain? But she was ugly!" I smiled: "I know, sir. But still, it's six months now since..." "Take the guy to me. I want to talk to him." "Sir, I remind you our Regulation doesn't mention..." "I know. I just want to ask him a question." The young Bersagliere wasn't so happy when I took him to the Commander, but wasn't worried either. I suspect he didn't want his comrades discover he had been so desperate... "Okay, child," the Colonel said in his tent: "Don't worry, no harm done. But you have to explain me: she was really bad. How could you?" The soldier looked his commander as if he couldn't explain. Then he shrugged: "Sir, you stand right. She was revolting. But see it under my point of view: I did fuck a goddamned Captain!" The Colonel and I burst into laughing. Time to go home. The 3rd Bersaglieri Regiment came to relief us, and I was placed in charge of the very first party on the way back to Europe. I suppose it was kind of a reward from the Colonel for my work, and also an acknowledgement of my family problems. I had managed to re-establish contact with Karin and told her I would be back around the 15th of November. She jumped with joy back in Holland, and just told me she would be there. And then, I lost contact with her again. Why my life always has to be so complicated? I drove my column south along the Imperial Road, dreaming of my girlfriend and thinking back of all what had happened since we came. I arrived as a rookie: however experienced in my own business, I had never been in operation before. Now, I was leaving as a veteran: I got my first fire and my first blood. I have seen the real thing. I met enemies. I killed enemies. I have seen death and challenged it. I was changed forever, and knew it. It was like a turning point. I left a boy; I was coming back a man. I felt like the preparation phase of my life was over, and I was ready to live and experience life under my own, firm control. I felt ready to meet the World as never before. As for Africa, I was glad to leave it forever... If I only could imagine! We settled in Moga airport camp, the same I arrived six months earlier as green as you can be. We weren't green anymore. We were tanned, almost burned. I had lost all fat deposits, and my cheeks were gone forever... Something my mum would miss. We had to stay a couple of days in that hell of a place, with absolutely nothing to do and nowhere to go, in the goddamned transit area, with sand and wind and the noise of the helicopters, and soldiers from over thirty nations roaming around in an apparent total chaos... And I wonder how apparent. Our flight was taken over by wounded; the 76th Regiment took casualties in Belet Weyne, including their own Commander. They went for the only target in town we hadn't been through, the one I had briefed about requiring at least a full coy to sweep... And they went there with a platoon. Bad idea. Seven wounded boys, luckily none too serious. And about twenty Somali killed. I wondered how bad mutual relationships were now in the smelly town... Maybe, knowing how the Somalis think, they may well have been improved. We got to board our C-130, both the casualties of the 76th and us. I sat close to the wounded Commander: he got a stone in the eye, badly, and his retina had fallen. He was bloody angry, and looking forward to come back and break a few heads in payback. I couldn't blame him. The flight was long, and this time I got no wine tetra packs to lie on: the plane was crowded. But I didn't care. I was going home. This time the stop over in Luxor went on unnoticed, and we finally landed in Pisa late in the afternoon... To realize in Europe it was winter. Damn it was cold! We were acclimatized to the Equator, and still wearing tropical uniforms, our sleeves up and no jacket... But we didn't care. We were going home. A bus from my own Regiment picked us up. A bus! God, I remembered the thing that surprised me the most was the traffic lights. They looked so strange! We drove from Pisa to Milan, and then to the Regiment base, in Legnano, where we arrived around midnight. It was unreal: we gave our weapons away. We lived with them for so long, I felt castrated handing over pistol and rifle. But no, I didn't care. I lined up my soldiers, including my Intelligence aid, and they saluted. I saluted back. We were at home. I couldn't wait. I made a call to the hotel next to the camp, where my parents were waiting, and had my dad waken up. He run to pick me up by car... It was weird to see him. The old soldier had been a boy partisan during the last year of World War two, and then in the Army for the rest of his life, through all of the Cold War, without shooting a bulled. Then I joined the Army myself, and he was just the veteran looking down at me. Now, it was different: I was the veteran now, back home from war overseas. We shook hands, and then we hug. I was embarrassed how dirty I was, still with my sweat- and sand- stained battledress uniform. "Where is mum?" I asked. "She's waiting for us at the hotel... Let's go." "And... Do you know anything..." "Karin is here," dad said: "She's in our same hotel." We jumped in the car... I think I've never been happier in my life. I was back home from war. I was satisfied with myself. I got back my family. And the woman of my life was there, waiting for me! There was something wrong, but I couldn't see what. How could something be wrong? I was home! My mother was walking up and down in front of the Hotel entrance. I run to her, and I saw she was crying. I thought it was joy, and felt so happy... We hug, and I kissed her. She kissed me back, and then her first words were: "Oh my God, Roberto... Let go of her!" My mother lost me forever that very moment. "W-what do you mean?" I stumbled. "Let go of Karin," she repeated, as clearly as she could. "Send her back where she comes from, and forget her!" I couldn't believe it. Her son was back from war, sound and safe, happier than he has ever been in his whole life to meet back his parents and the girl he loves, and the very first thing his mum tells him is not, welcome home, but leave the girl you love! I knew they never met before. I knew my folks couldn't speak English. I knew Karin was different... But I could never think of this. It was a nightmare. "Mum, what the hell are you saying?" She cried. My father came in: "We met her in her room this morning. She was drunk." "And?" I could only say. Fucking hell, of course the poor girl was drunk! She left all what she had to come to see me, all her world was behind her shoulders, and there she was, stuck in a hotel in a small town abroad, not ever knowing when her lover would show up... No money, nobody to talk to... Plus, she was Karin. Of course she was drunk! But I couldn't say anything like that, and anyway they would never understand. It was too far away from their world and mentality, the pure idea of Karin loneliness, of her desperation, and of her wholehearted hope in me. "Her bedroom was a mess, there was an empty bottle of spirit on the drawer, and she smelled of alcohol so bad..." "Did you ever think of warning her you were going to her room?" I asked. "How could we, she can't say a word!" My God, it was a nightmare. I wanted to wake up. "Get rid of her..." my mother sobbed again. "Are you asking me to choose between you and her?" I asked, cooler than I had ever been. They couldn't see it, I had changed so much. I felt so much different from when I left, and suddenly I realized that something had broken down, and would never be back as before. Damage was done, and since I had changed so much, I could not recover it. Suddenly, my parents didn't matter as much as they used to be anymore. I felt betrayed. Taken aback in the moment that I thought of as the finest of my life. They said nothing, so I spoke. "Well, that's fine," I said: "I chose Karin. Goodbye." I moved past my mother into the hotel, ignoring any further words from them. I Heard: "Roberto..." but it was too late. Too late forever. I asked the reception where Ms Van Heineken was sleeping, and the receptionist asked me who I was. I told him, and he smiled: "Oh, yes. Ms Van Heineken was waiting for you any time. Her room is 65, just beside yours, which is 64." She was waiting for me... I run upstairs. Room 65. I knocked; nothing. I banged; nothing. I could cry; the urge to see her was so strong. I rushed to my room, opened it, threw my backpack on the bad and grabbed the phone. I called her room. It rang. And rang. Oh my God, possible that she was stoned? Oh my God... "Hallo?" Karin. Her sleepy voice... Her sweet voice. "Karin, my love..." "Roberto! Where are you?" How many feelings in one time you can hear in somebody's voice? Excitement. Relief. Love. "I'm here, my love. Just next room! I couldn't wake you up, so..." "Oh God, I was sleeping so deep... Come!" I run back to the corridor, and didn't manage to bang door 65 again, because she opened before I reached it. No, she wasn't stoned at all, my poor love! She was there, more awake and more beautiful than ever... Only a tee shirt and knickers on, and her wonderful blue eyes so big and open! I clashed into her so strongly that I worried to hurt her... And then I reminded how strong her ballerina body was, and we just rolled on the carpet floor holding each other, laughing and crying and kissing like young sweethearts... And we were... Young at heart, and so much in love! Have you ever been back at home from war? Only the ones of you who did can truly understand. People back from Vietnam, from the Falklands or from Iraq, who made it back to see their beloved ones... The ones who held their promised girl in their arms feeling all her relief and love after the long separation. The ones who can finally feel all the hope in an easier, happy future together. Only you, comrades and friends, you who probably withstood much worse than I did, you can understand what I felt, finally holding my girl at my chest and kissing her breathless, feeling like the World a wonderful place is after all, and our home is the best place in the world... Because there is where our love is! It was the best moment of my life, just as I had been foreseeing for so long, in the dark nights of Somalia. I whish I had shared it with my parents, but I didn't. Still, it was like paradise on Heart; only it was just for the two of us. Karin, my sweet fallen angel, so beautiful, so strong and weak at one time, and always so brave... Karin was in my arms, and never, never going to part again. We kissed passionately, almost desperately. We kissed for what seemed to me hours, like if we needed to compensate for the lost time. And we did need to compensate... After a while, my hands started to move along Karin's body, slipping down from her back to her bottom, grabbed her small, firm buttocks and squeezed them tight. She was getting wild herself, shacking and moaning while playing with her tongue like she knew and grinding with her groin against mine like she was trying to fuck me through my fatigue. I slid her panties on the side and slipped a finger in the crack between her buttocks, finding her blond, soft bush already moist. "Hmmm..." she moaned in my mouth, "Oh my God, Yes! Yes, you're touching me, at last..." I felt her hands working on my groin, trying to free my manhood from its camouflaged prison, and I lost any control. I pushed her away a second, and revered into her enlightened smile, her beautiful hair, her joyful eyes, and more down, her already hardened nipples trying to pierce her thin tee shirt. Then everything happened in a blur. Karin jumped on me, pulling away my belt, unbuttoning my jacket, tearing open my trousers, and throwing everything away as soon as she managed to. I just filled my hands with all her gorgeous curves and ripped her panties in the urge of getting rid of them. 1993-94: Homeback In a matter of seconds, we were rolling on the carpeted floor in front of the hotel bed, embracing and kissing each other. We ended up over my jacket, Karin under me with her legs wide opened to show her beautiful, hairy gold, and me clumsily getting rid of my shirt, a raging erection aiming straight at Karin's pink, dripping slit. My girlfriend grabbed my hips, pulling me directly into her, and in just a second more I sank my manhood into Karin's welcoming, steaming love box. "Aahhh... At Last!" she cried out, as my rock-hard shaft got swallowed by her hungry pussy. I ducked into her, kissing violently her open mouth, suckling her juice and dancing a twist with her joyful tongue while pushing all of myself into her, like if I wanted to nail her body at the hotel floor. Gosh, she was tight! Tight, hot and wet... I felt her strong legs clenching at me, her fingernails sinking into my back, and the hotel room disappeared around us, together with the rest of the world. I started fucking her wildly, desperate to make her body mine and mine again, forcing air out of her lungs and slamming fiercefully into her slender, thin ballerina body. The more violently I was fucking her, the more strongly she wanted it, pulling me deeper and deeper into her by pushing her heels into the back of my thighs. "Yeah!" she screamed, "Yeah... Oh yeah! Ah... Aahhh! AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" I felt her first climax to hit her so sudden, so violent, that for a second I thought it was a fake, then I felt her pussy muscle contracting viciously around my shaft, and all of her body shook so powerfully, that I suddenly recognized one of Karin's uncontrollable, primeval, volcanic climaxes. Her juices started running between our thighs, and her pulsing womanhood tried viciously to milk life out of me. But it was far too early for me, and I managed to resist and keep on slamming into her, though at a slower pace. Karin reopened her eyes and smiled contentedly at me: "Oh my Gosh, I needed it! I missed it so badly... Please don't stop now, go on fucking me. Fuck me hard and long, please. I need to be fucked all night!" I stopped a second, to get rid of her tee shirt, in order to be capable to kiss and bite and suck at her thick nipples, and then I resumed fucking her towards yet another orgasm. "Oh my God," she panted, approaching another high, "Oh my God... Oh my God... Oh my God... OH MY GAAAAAAW-W-W-D-D-D!!!!!!!!" This time it was really hard to resist, but I managed again to contain myself. I bended on her and kissed her more lovingly and quietly, allowing her to slowly recover from her climax and cuddle against me... I knew well how this unlucky girl needed tenderness as much as she craved for passion, and I was determined to give her plenty of both. Soon, her lips got warm again, and her pussy muscles started massaging and stroking my engorged shaft in a very dangerous way. "I can't hold longer, my love..." I panted between my teeth, "You're too tight!" Karin smiled contentedly: "Don't hold, my love: give it to me, all of it... Please!" I resumed my fucking tempo, at the higher rhythm I could muster. I felt it coming, and reeled at her eyes widening with surprise and pleasure. "Yes!" she gasped, "Oh, yes... Yes. Yes, give it to me... Fill me. Fill me... Yes. Yes... Oh, yes... Oh... Oohhh... OH YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!" Incredibly, she climaxed again, her pussy contracted and convulsed spasmodically around my rod, and I exploded with a power I could not recall: a mind-blowing orgasm, one of which that twist your body and shake you along the spine, while your skin opens to let you sweat out all the ecstasy you can't shoot straight into your female. I blasted into Karin's body all of myself, seeding her belly with my essence, sealing forever my love and dedication to her flesh and to her soul. I felt her fingernails into my back skin, her heels against the back of my thighs, her long legs clenching powerfully at my hips: it was like she was really trying to squeeze as much cum as possible from me, and to get it as deep as possible inside her. "Yes!" she panted again and again, while my sperm flooded her womanhood, washing her womb clean of whatever might have been before: "Yes, give it to me... All to me! Make me yours again and again and again, please... I'm yours, yours forever and ever..." No, I was hers, forever and ever... We were one body and one soul, nothing going to divide us anymore. For the first time in my life, I felt a completed human being. Both my physical and ghost essences were fulfilled by the perfect match to the respective mates... We lay there on the floor, kissing and cuddling as youngsters at their first love should... We were in our early thirties, but still as young-at-harts as anybody who is really in love. "You're back," Karin never ended whispering, "You're mine! Oh my God, you're back!" "Yours," I kept confirming: "I'm back and I'm yours... Yours forever!" I don't remember exactly how it did happen, but after a while, we were both in bed, naked, and still cuddling. We whispered a few sweetnesses, kissed, played... But we were not finished with our passion yet. Slowly, Karin started going down, kissing her way along my body while mumbling pleasantries about my tan, my remarkable shape and my smell... I felt a mix of pride for my actual perfect shape and of embarrassment for the long time from my last shower. "Hmmm..." she mumbled, "You smell of male and of Africa, and of soldiering. I have a real man in my bed at last... Not a wimp or an animal, as I was used to. I love it! I had never felt better before, but it was still getting better... Karin took me into her mouth. She had never been much into oral sex, and probably her past bad experiences were part of it, but now that she was getting used to give head, she was getting really good. She sucked my cock clean, licked my balls enjoying the feeling of the testicles working hard to replace semen inside, and finally gobbled the cockhead and started blowing me hard again. It didn't take long: just watching at her blonde hair splashed on my belly while her head was bobbing up and down was so exciting that I was standing in a matter of minutes. This time, Karin wanted to ride: she strode me facing at me, positioned my swollen cockhead amongst her thick, golden fur, and impaled herself slowly and purposefully with a long moan of satisfaction. I moved my hands to grab her small, soft tits to play with her thick, dark nipples I liked so much, and she yelled with pleasured surprise, assessing herself on top of me. She was so wet and warm inside, and her muscles were so tight and strong, that I felt like my erection would last forever. It did, almost. Karin rode me slowly, enjoying any smaller movement, rotating and gyrating over me with thousands of different movements, all of them quiet but firm, like if she wanted to be damned sure to feel my penis on every single spots of her vagina. From below her, I was caressing all her body, enjoying the soft warmth of her silky skin, the marvellous firmness of her belly, the incredible length of her thighs, and the supernatural shining of her incredible blue eyes. I was so much in love with her body, and still I couldn't believe how much I liked and respected her brave hart. She did it: she gave away all her world, all her vices and mistakes, fought alone against the beast hidden into her, and defeated it, as promised. I was damned aware her war had been so much more difficult than mine, her enemy being hidden inside herself, and still there she was, riding triumphantly her prize, happiness shining from her wonderful eyes. We just enjoyed each other without any high for a while, until she bended over me and we started kissing again. I was feeling her soft breasts splashing on my chest, her thick nipples rubbing my skin so excitingly... I just rolled over, eager to properly bang her to another climax, but she laughed and pulled away. "No!" she smiled naughtily, "Not like that... Take me like the bitch I am, now!" She offered me her tight, high back, and again I admired the perfect shape of her slender legs. The long curls of her golden bush were showing at the junction of her nerved thighs, pearlish droplets of cum leaking from the hair and along the inner side of her legs. How to resist such an invitation? I grabbed her hips, forced her legs open to reduce the embarrassing difference in length with mine, and entered her with a swift movement ahead. "Aahhh..." she yelled at the sudden intrusion, "Yes, fuck me! Do me like a dog. Oh... Hmmm... Oh, yes... Yes!" I doggystyled her for a long, long time, holding her by the hair, by the hips or by the breasts alternately, enjoying again and again the soft touch of her skin, the perfume of her excited body, the sound of her vibrant pleasure. I knew that was her favourite, the position which triggered her climax the quicker and the most powerful, since she was a vaginal type, with the most sensitive G-spot I've ever found. "Oh my God!" she cried, "Oh my God, I am coming. I am coming... I am coming! Yeah! Yeah! YEEEAAAAAGHHHHHH!!!" She came and came again, twisting her flexible ballerina body with movements I thought impossible, moaning and panting and gasping out her satisfaction at each subsequent orgasm I managed to ignite inside her belly. Karin's multi-orgasmic attitude was the best possible reward I could get, as a man and as a lover, and I whished that wonderfuck would never end. But, contrary to her, I am only human, and after her third climax I felt close to explode. I exited her hotbox, causing her to yell in protest, and then I grabbed her thin body and twisted her on the back, spreading her legs wide to fully expose her well-fucked, sloppy pussy. It was so beautiful, her long, blond curls crowning her purple-red, open slit... I dived on her, pushing my face into her moist pussy hair to kiss and lick and slap her most intimate parts. "Oohhh..." I heard Karin groan as my tongue slipped inside her to kiss and taste her womanhood and her sweet, running juices. It was my turn to give her head, and I could also recover my strengths, pushing back my orgasm to be able to fuck her more. I ate Karin to another juicy orgasm, and feasted on her drenched pussy, swallowing what seemed to be a full glass load of cum. When I pierced her again from above, her channel felt so warm and wet to look almost loose... Until her well-trained muscles took over again, and suddenly I couldn't hold it any more. "Fuck, I'm coming..." I gasped, helplessly. "Yes!" she groaned wantonly, "Oh yes, give it to me... Cum! Cum with me..." I arched, feeling an electroshock running along my spine, and at the very last moment I pulled out of her steaming belly. I held my cock with my left hand while holding her leg with the right one, aiming at her heaving chest, and suddenly I shot a blast of white sperm all across her dishevelled naked body. I saw the spurt of cum blazing in the air over Karin and splash on her in long ropes of semen. The longest jet sprayed as far as her face, catching her completely by surprise into an open eye. The girl yelled in a mix of surprise, pain and amused astonishment, her hands at her messy face to clean the gush of her burning eye, while the rest of my load splashed all over her chest and belly, down to her furry mound. "Oh my God!" she screamed and laughed, "Oh my God, I've never seen anything like that! Fuck, you shoot!" I laughed back, proudly: "What do you expect, I'm trained!" Then I dived over her bare, drenched body to kiss her deep and full-mouthed, enjoying the feeling of cum splashed between our bodies as we tossed and rolled in the devastated bed. When our mutual convulsion subsided, we lay on top of each other, still kissing away and holding our faces in loving hands... Until we collapsed in total exhaustion. We fell asleep in a spoon position; Karin curled as a child, relaxed and satisfied in my still warm arms. We actually slept for a couple of hours only. We made love again, quieter this time, and then we talked. We had so much to talk about! So many adventures and events, some happy and some sad, all of them so much important to our future... I told her about Lisa and my spy story, which made her just laugh; she told me of her money problems back at home, her mother not wanting her around after knowing of her drugs problem, her cleaning up having taken place with her based in a caravan borrowed by her father girlfriend, which horrified me. I wasn't there when she needed me the most... Karin shushed me with a smile: no, that was something she needed to do by herself, or she would never know weather she was capable or not to manage... It was a matter of self-respect. And she did manage. So now she was ready for me, and I had all the time of the world to take care of her... All the time of our lives indeed. We went downstairs for breakfast at the very last possible moment. I got a shower... My first warm shower in six months... But then I had to wear my dirty old uniform, since it was the only thing I had with me. I never went back to my room, and anyway I had no spare cloths with me: they were all in my box, which was to be shipped in later. My parents were there, tensed and embarrassed as they could be. They behaved: smiling tensely and trying to pretend the night before nothing happened, but they knew it was over: I wasn't their boy anymore; I was Karin's man, and that was it, weather they liked it or not. I introduced them formally, and they shook hands... My mum even came to give her a shy hug. It was funny. Weariness and relax at the same time on my side... Happiness only for Karin, tension only for my parents. But soon, they faded away from my life, to the backstage position they had just chosen for themselves the night before. There was only Karin in the front stage, and I wanted nobody else. We spoke, of course. I asked weather they were going to give me a lift to my base, where my car was parked and my things were, or I had to order a taxi. My father looked troubled that I only asked. Mom asked weather we were coming home; I said, why should we? They knew they fucked up. We went to my barrack, where I saw back my Commander and colleagues, where I got my car, my money and my clothes. There, I said goodbye to the old guys, and I introduced my fiancé to my friends. Then, I tasked an Agency to look for a flat for us to live in, and I got my long-deserved leave. We went to my city... But not at home. I felt like I had no home there, so we went to a hotel, and stay there. I wanted Karin to see again my place, to breath my air... After two days in town, Karin convinced me to go and see my parents before leaving. She was right, of course. No reason to stay angry forever. They were happy to see me, and behaved polite with her. They probably started realizing she was not a tramp, but a well-mannered, gracious lady. I would have appreciated they trusted me not to get involved with a tramp to start with. They got upset to realize we arrived since two days, just being at a hotel. "But why?" my mother answered, still not understanding. "I am not going to sleep in a different bed from Karin's anymore," I replied stiffly. She sobbed: "Of course you can sleep together in your room..." But I knew she didn't like it. We did sleep at home, the last night. There was an extra bed in my old room, and we pretended Karin slept there... We left the day after, heading north. We drove to Paris, where I treated my fiancé to Concorde Lafayette, the same hotel I had been already with Mario and with Cinzia... During my previous life We staid there a full week, during which we enjoyed our romance, had a party for my birthday, and I bought her our engagement ring. Then we drove north again, directly to Holland... I could sense Karin tensing up and getting all excited while approaching her city. She had more or less escaped from there a month earlier, penniless and lonely, just hoping to find me back. That girl had bet all her life on her love for a foreign and almost unknown soldier, against any common sense, risking all the little she had left... And she won. Now, she was coming back, in a decent car, wearing decent clothes, with a decent future ahead, and a decent husband-to-be at her side. There was an angel somewhere around, who did a good job... As for me, her first thought wasn't for her parents. It was for somebody else, who never betrayed her so far, and never was going to. We went to pick up Ysa. I remember fully our meeting at the dog's pension where Karin had left her before rehabilitation, just trusting she was going to pick her up, sooner or later. The poor dog was so unbelievably happy to see her! So excited, so genuinely over the moon... And she was happy to see me too. Yes, she remembered me. I think our friendship started then, and lasted forever. Ysa, weify... We were a family now. And nobody was going to divide us anymore. Simon, Karin's father, had booked a small hotel for us, where Ysa was allowed to stay. Like before, we didn't feel comfortable to stay at her parent's home. We were there just to breathe the air and to share our past. We were trying to regain all the lost time, when we grew and lived without knowing each other... We were trying to melt into each other, to change into a single entity. And we did. I still feel tears in my eyes, thinking back to those days. We felt like we had separately climbed a terribly high mountain in a quest for our mates, and managed to finally find each other on the top: now, the whole World was lying in front of us... Witnessing the relationship between Karin and her mother, I felt lucky with what I had left with mine. Resentment, and such a strong one, from both sides... Oddly, I felt welcome, but couldn't stand the attitude. We didn't stay for dinner... The lady had not bought food for us. That was normal, Karin told me. Just a way to get rid of the embarrassment to witness her failure at being a mother, I suppose. How parents can be so blind not to see what is happening to their own daughter? How can they cut her off so badly? Without feeling guilty for losing her? Apeldoorn is a nice town, clean and neat like most places in the Netherlands except from Amsterdam. There is a castle there, a summer residence of the Royal Family: we visited it, and it was really nice. We saw Karin's old school, the places of her youth, and I could sense her melancholy at the feeling of her lost years... And the hope for the ones to come. Oddly, Karin had a better relationship with her father's first wife than with her own mother. The lady had two children with Simon, before the two split, and Karin heard of them only when she was thirteen, and her elder half-sister had passed away already. With her half-brother, she got accustomed well, and with his mum too. We actually went to see the lady, and she was quite happy to see Karin and even to hear she got engaged with me... She knew of Karin's drugs problem, and appreciated her way to escape it. After all, she had lost her own daughter to it, and also her son was freshly out of it too. My god, what a world... Three children out of three with drugs addiction, in the same family! I needed to breathe, and Karin looked so pretty and full of life. We left the flat of Simon's first wife, and my girlfriend took me around the block, to show me the places where she had been playing when she was a kid. She took me to the basement, just underneath the flat we just left, and there, in between all the bicycles, she kissed me passionately. 1993-94: Homeback She was as hungry as I was for life... I felt her body rub against mine as we French-kissed and held each other in that cold and humid environment. Karin's nipples were hard under her clothes, and her eyes were shining with lust. She smiled a lewd grin, and then she went on her knees. In a few, quick movements, she opened my fly and got hold of my rapidly stiffening weapon. Still grinning at me, Karin gobbled my cock into her hungry mouth and started blowing me fiercely. I groaned my pleasure closing the eyes a second, and then I grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth eagerly, enjoying the feeling of her velvety tongue on the skin, of her warm mouth closing on my shaft, of her firm hands stroking the root of the rod. "Oohhh..." I groaned, feeling her throat sucking my cockhead as if to swallow it, "Oh God, you are so good..." "Hmmm..." she let go of me and smiled naughtily: "You taste so good, you too... But now that I got my frankfurterwurst, what about having a kartoffelsalad for you?" She stood on her legs and waved her jeans-clad ass in front of me. I promptly grabbed her behind, opened her zip and pulled jeans and knickers down her hips together, uncovering her firm buttocks. She jerked my cock with her left hand while I planted myself on my feet and slid two fingers into her slit while she bended against a pillar, then I positioned my cock between her asscheeks and pushed into her cunt. "Uuhhh..." the girl gasped, feeling stabbed, "You brute, be kind with me..." I fucked her from behind in that standing position, barely allowing her to hung at the pillar. The contrast between her cold bum and her red-hot pussy was so exciting, and the combination with her broken panting and the intoxicating perfume of her pussy was sending me into overdrive. Karin wasn't a noisy lover, but still she wasn't exactly silent. Her heavy breathing and whispered curses were clearly audible into the dim-lightened basement, so when the stairs door opened and somebody entered to take his bicycle, there was no way we could stay hidden. The guy stared at us with a dumb expression for a couple of seconds, and it was difficult to understand weather he was shocked, disgusted or excited by our lewd show. Here we were, a short, black-haired guy screwing a tall, slender blonde from behind against a pillar, his hands on her naked hips, her jeans down to her knees, her hair jerking and weaving thru and fro at the rhythm of our fuck. Karin saw the guy, and far from freaking out as I'd expect, she smiled and fucked me back even stronger, raising louder moans and yells, as her orgasm approached. The guy clearly decided he wasn't disgusted after all, and started scratching his own crotch while witnessing our forbidden mating in his own basement. The girl was frantically fingering her clit while I screwed her against the pillar, and I could feel her fingers caressing my engorged testicles slapping against her pussy. "Oohhh..." Karin gasped suddenly, "Yes! Yes... Now... Now... Cum... Now! Please, cum now! Oohhh!" It was so fast and powerful: I felt her pussy contract and convulse in orgasm, and I suddenly came too, grunting like a pig. I closed my eyes as I emptied myself into Karin, sending a long stream of cum into her hungry belly and making her shake with the sudden release. When I reopened my eyes, the guy was quietly pulling his bike out, apparently indifferent to the follow up of our coupling. Quite a discreet voyeur, I must say. I bended on Karin's ear and whispered: "Did you know him?" "Oh my God, yes!" she panted, "He's my old Math's teacher from High School... I fucked him a couple of times before the final exams... He tried to do me again later, but it was a no go. Uh, the old sod must be so turned on!" Damn, I had fallen on such a sex pot! I knew I should never ask Karin about her previous sex life, but that girl had such a curriculum that it was impossible not to discover some new nasty story every day! My sweet, depraved love... We drove back in early December, feeling ready to start our life together. In a couple of days we got our two-rooms flat in the centre of Busto, just ten minutes from my barracks, and we were ready to start our life together. Our flat was in an old building, very well placed and with the luxury of a courtyard to park the car and a small yard with individual orchards. The flat itself was at the third floor, and the problem was represented by the lack of a lift, which made our move in a bit tiring... We had a furnished flat, but still we got quite a few stuff of our own, from my old room in the barracks, from my parent's home, and of course from Karin's old place, which had been closed down in Amsterdam with everything placed into a depot, apart from a few personal things she took with her. The kitchen was in Tyrolean style, large and nice; there was a long corridor, a bedroom, a large bathroom and a relatively big living room with an extra bed. It was our "first nest", and it wasn't bad at all. At work, I resumed my old job as Regiment S2, I had a good relationship with my superiors and with my soldiers, and anyway I knew I was not going to stay for long: in September I was due to attend a year Staff College in Civitavecchia near Rome, and after that... Anything the Army could think of for me. We also made plans and started organizing our wedding: it was to be at the end of July, to be followed by the honeymoon and then directly by the move to the South. By then, I assumed, Karin was going to be fully recovered. The poor girl was so week... She had lost a lot of weight during her lonely struggle... She was recovering now, but slowly, and I could say it was not going to be easy. Nevertheless, I was determined to enjoy my new life with my own family. Christmas came so quickly I could not believe it. Coming from an atheist family, Karin had never really felt the magic of it, and didn't care to be in Busto or in Apeldoorn for it, while she wanted to be in Holland by New Year, which fit me well too. We went home to my folk by the 23rd of December, where I hoped to find back my family Christmas atmosphere. I did, even if I could feel the tension in the air all the time. But I did not allow tension to spoil my joy. Karin and I dressed the Christmas tree and the Presepe, we bought the presents, and she even tried to help my mother preparing the dinner. It was nice and cosy. After Christmas, we went back to Busto, where I worked up to the 30th of December, when we drove north once again. Simon had arranged for us to stay at his first wife house, since she was away on holyday, and he felt like we were a bit more "in family" by being there... We were, in a way, even if Karin's mum was definitely not well, and we hardly saw her. It was a relaxing time. I knew there were so many challenges to come for us, but I also knew that, as difficult as they were going to be, we would overcome them all. We went a few times to Amsterdam, we enjoyed the outrageous exhibitions and the colourful fun of the Red Light District, and we went back to our beloved "Gaucho" Argentinean restaurant. We also saw one of her old friends, which was less nice, since he was still on hard stuff, and tried to offer her something. Of course I reacted, and that led us to our first fight. But again, the fight didn't last after hitting bed the same night... The New Years' Night was one of the most simple and intimate I remember. We didn't do anything fancy: we just bought a bottle of Spumante and stood out in the garden, looking at the fireworks over the city, while sipping at our glasses. It had been a long, strange year... "Would you ever think of having this sort of New Year's Eve, just a year ago?" I asked, after sipping from each other's glass like if we were having our wedding party. Karin smiled coyly, her eyes down into the grass. "Never," she whispered, "I could never think of anything like that. I actually thought I'd probably be dead by the next year... And I didn't care much. Now, I hope to have so many more Now Year's Eves with you, and still I can't imagine the next one. But I know it will be beautiful..." I couldn't but agree. I kissed her. "I love you."