Anything we can do?

With the incoming third wave, the upper management started to get into action. The US sent their planes. The Germans finally got their act together after their win with the second wave and sent more artillery. The French sent more infantry equipment, more recruits, although not their best, but they did send parts of their French Foreign Legion, an army unit I highly respected. The Italians had enough to do, with the threat at their own borders, since Austria effectively **** the Russians to go around. The English sent planes, ships and soldiers, but were operating in the north of Germany. The Belgians sent recruits everywhere they were needed, but mostly they operated in Holland or at the Ruhr. The Netherlands just reinforced their own borders. The Spanish didn’t bother that much, but sent troops to Italy. The Canadians were keeping their troops occupied in Alaska, in case Russia decided to open a second front. The Australians were too far away, but sent parts of the ANZAC-**** in disguise as they were officially neutral. The Scandinavians were preoccupied with their eastern border in Finland. The Polish had their hands full as it was. The Baltic states were scared shitless, but kept their borders in check. The Greeks had their own border to take care of. The Swiss wasn’t neutral this time, but had the same strategy as Austria. The Turks... didn’t bother with NATO, nor with the war, even denied access to NATO and Russia, which angered German civilians a lot and that had considerable effect on the large population of Turks, eventually generalized to any foreigner from Arab countries living in Germany.

We were desperately waiting on the Americans. But at least their planes were here. For any bombardment or defense to succeed we really needed those planes. Otherwise the Russians would simply destroy any line of defense and roll over our dead bodies. The battle of Britain was in effect an air war of attrition. Attrition wouldn’t be the case here, but an air war it definitely was too. I had never seen an air duel, and since they were flying so fast, I would never see one either. What I did see however, were planes falling out of the sky, ending in a fiery crashes. The Americans had better fighter pilots and slowly the tide began turning in our favor. But not by much. The Russians had excellent air defense systems and we didn’t have many of those left. Stingers had little or no effect on Russian jets, only to their attack helicopters they were of use. Their attack helicopters were shot out of the sky pretty fast, even before they started entering Germany again. I suspected the American Special Forces had anything to do with that.

The first problem was that the new recruits and the new infantry units were mostly preparing a frontline behind ours. Far behind ours, at the Rhine, or in the Black Forest. Surely, enlisting too soon was not something you should do when a war starts, no matter the weird looks you get from your neighbors. The second problem was that Russia had almost an endless supply of eager young men happy to kill other people and have fun with other women, compliant or not. The third problem was that Russians learned from their mistakes and would no longer ride in columns, which would make it very difficult to kill them all at once.

I realized all that and I was getting pretty nervous. Some time ago I started biting my nails. A man with magic fingers should always have short nails. But these days I started biting my nails quite often. It was noticed by my section. They knew I was getting nervous and it was having its effect on their moral. Less laughs, more grunting, sooner or later they would bite each other’s head off, and no Russian would have to bother with us anymore.

I didn’t ask for it, but Kylie and Kate came to me on an early evening and simply said to stop being so nervous. Or at least to stop being so obvious about it. Others had started to complain about my moodiness to Kylie and Kate. Kylie and Kate were sure there were other ways to handle nervosity. Was there nothing else they could do about it?

I looked at them and realized I had neglected them for quite some time. I had neglected myself for the same amount of time. For a minute I slowly inhaled and exhaled to let myself calm down a bit.

“You’re right,” I said: “I am in a bad mood for quite a while now. I am sorry for that.”

“We understand,” Kate said empathically. She always was very empathic with other people.

“No need to apologize for it,” Kylie told me.

“For now, just come with us for a moment,” Kate continued.

It seemed they were of one mind on this, finishing each other’s thoughts and sentences. It wasn’t night yet, but I understood they planned an intervention of sorts. I saw the expecting looks on the faces of the other section members, Dave even said out loud: “Finally!” Like I was a grumpy, **** tomcat that needed an urgent bath and Kylie and Kate were just the perfect people to handle that.

They shoved me into our foxhole, for some reason there was a carpet laying on the floor, some wall hangings and some sort of curtains fastened at the roof now. Even some kind of closet space was dug. Home improvements, women are very good at that. They gestured me to sit down with my back at the wall.

Kate slowly approached me, and button by button she opened my jacket. Without a word, I helped her to get me out of it. She then pulled my sweater upwards and I lifted my arms silently to get out of it too. My shirt followed swiftly.

“Now. Exactly what I wanted to see.” She said coyly, with a faint smile.

She started planting small and soft kisses on my hairless chest. From navel to my nipples to my chin to end on my lips. She kissed me and soon a hunger awakened in me. I responded her kiss and each following moment the kiss deepened and became more wild. In the end we were French kissing each other, our tongues entwined and danced with each other. In an exchange of fluids we suddenly broke the kiss.

“Wow,” she said: “You are a good kisser.”

“So are you,” I replied softly.

She then made room for Kylie. Kylie opened my belt, the button of my pants, silently as well, and I lifted my ass to let her take my pants and underwear off in one fluid motion. The kiss had made me hard.

“Now. Exactly what I wanted to see.” She said naughtily, with a grin.

She pulled Kate closer and both lowered their heads to my penis. Looking at it, almost admiring it. Kylie started to lick from bottom to top one side of it, followed by Kate licking the other side from bottom to top. Then Kylie again, then Kate again. Then simultaneously a few times. After that at the head they both took a half of it in their mouths and started kissing each other. Saliva from both their mouths fell steadily on the head of my penis.

They withdrew and Kylie laid her hand on my dick, grabbed it and made circular motions with her wrist, slowly jerking me off, spreading the combined saliva all over it.

“There. All ready for you, Kate.”

I expected Kate to blow me, but she stood up instead, and in a kind of slow motion she undressed completely, showing all her glory to me. An involuntary gasp escaped my lips. In awe I admired her gorgeous body: slim, with petite breasts, a slightly toned stomach, her loose long red hair, long, slim, smooth legs, but not skinny at all, her small flawless ass, small feet and a completely bald pussy.

She started to finger herself, touch herself with her eyes closed all while standing there before me, completely at ease, confident about herself. She neared me, planted one feet on the left of my legs, the other on the right and slowly lowered herself until her pussy touched my penis. She grabbed my penis and slowly but surely inserted it into her until it was completely buried in her.

She was tight. I felt like being in heaven. But as tight as she was at first, she flexed her vaginal muscles until it almost hurt. Almost, but far from it. When she lifted up slowly, she flexed her muscles, when she very gently lowered, she relaxed hers slightly. So slow, so gently, oh so tight and then not so tight. Slightly she increased her rhythm, but not by much.

She kept going at it. For an eternity it seemed. I hoped for an eternity. I gasped, I surrendered. My breathing came faster and faster, but I did not dare to intervene. She took my hands and put them on her ass.

Her hands were on my hands. She folded my hands, squeezing her buttocks. She left my hands, put hers on my shoulders, and my hands started to act on their own. When she lifted up, I relaxed my hands. When she lowered, I squeezed her buttocks gently. I squirmed, my breathing became shallow, gasping, panting more and more. I could not resist this. I didn’t want to. No, I did want to resist. I couldn't make up my mind. In the end my body decided for me, leaving me breathless, yet crying it out, as if in sudden pain, but far from it, in ecstasy.

She waited gently for a while, until my penis was wilting, becoming soft once more. I was in heaven. I was half dead. I slumped over and laid myself completely on my back. Kate and Kylie covered me in fully unzipped sleeping bags and Kate decided to lay next to me, her nakedness pressed close to my naked body, warming me in more than one way, on her side, half upon me, entangling my nearby leg with both of hers. I was exhausted, yet I hadn’t done anything, but fell asleep, way too soon.