I looked at the naked woman in my arms and caressed her hip, "you might want to wash your pussy."She looked back before grinning, "yeah."It was still ...ark when we gathered together a little later and followed the sergeant onto the wall. Steph had disappeared but caught up as I stopped to look out at the army waking up. I was grumpy and glanced at the sergeant walking back down the wall, "can I shoot a few?"The noble laughed as he followed the commander and the sergeant. The sergeant had told me. Time probably didn't even mean anything in here anyway. Ilooked down at my body. Still male, still me. Still overweight, stillhairy, still have a wart on my index finger.Time.Went.On.Boredom was killing me. I was stuck inside my own head, afraid to think ofanything, afraid of accidently thinking about a sexy girl and having thatbecome my new body. 15 guys, 40 different times. I hurriedly stopped myselfabout thinking about sex but it was close. I let my mind go blank again.In my mind, my feet. TAKE EVERY SPERM YOU MARRIED WHORE.'With that Jazz was done and emptied out, his big balls slackened off, he was feeling easier too. His Dick slid out of me, cold air rushed into my vagina as I gaped open still, cum splattered and spewed out with my vaginal contractions and the air stunk of sex and hot spunk. I felt the usual tingle in my womb and cunt, feels like sperm biting my sticky passage? Jazz looked all happy as his semi hard shaft swung proudly in the air.It dripped thick greasy cum. I was making my way back to the boy’s hostel when I saw Anjali for the first time. A fourth year student; she was pretty popular in college, and not just for her looks. A typical south Indian she was dark but with sharp features, big eyes, shoulder length hair, luscious lips and body to die for. 3 years in the college basketball team meant she did not have an ounce of fat on her body. About 5’7 in height her long slender legs and the perfect hourglass figure would have given any upcoming model.