Morocco to Europe

I was kind of pissed about being turned away at the Senegal border and about having to find a new route to get into Africa. I made the best of my situation. I met a couple of Swedish girls. They were crazy. They were also drop dead gorgeous. They both had killer bodies and one had brilliant blue eyes and the other dark brown eyes. Together they made a great team.

They came back to my hotel with me and we started to party. They asked me to help them use the bucket shower so we all jumped into the shower together. It wasn't help with the shower they wanted. We played around in the little shower room throwing water on each other to cool down once in a while. Then we went back to my room. All the hotel staff was kidding me about doing the two girls at once. They were probably all listening to or maybe watching our entire time we played in the shower. They love to gossip and talk about the tourists and each other in Morocco. The men always try to offer half their shop for any girl you are walking around. I figured now they would have to offer me the whole shop.

The three of us traveled around together for a couple of weeks. They liked smoking hash so we all did some of that. I tried to not smoke but some times I just had to join in with them. We had threesomes every chance we got. Sometimes I got a bit of one on one but usually we all played together. Every single place we went they attracted an enormous amount of attention. They knew it and loved it. So did I.

We had a great time in the city of Fez. The market there was huge and very interesting. We were always hungry because we were burning up so many calories all the time. We ate constantly. Traveling we had no trouble getting rides and the girls would not allow themselves to be crowded into a vehicle. It was easy for them to be picky they had so many choices available to them. So we traveled mostly in nice cars with rich people. That gave me a different insight into life in Morocco if you had some money. The rich had a great easy life I must admit. They always offered me half of it for the girls. I must be stupid for not trading them to some of the rich guys for half of their wealth. I coulda been a contender. No. I would never think like that. I don't think the guys ever meant it but they always said it to me.

When the girls vacation time ran out we all traveled to gether up to Spain. They wanted to take some hash back home with them. I told them Spain was a mandatory six years and a day for any possession charge but they insisted to smuggle some into Spain. Their plan was quite simple. It took advantage of their hot looks and the weakness of the Spanish men for Swedish blond girls. They dressed up in very revealing see through cotton clothes that showed lots of tit and ass. Then they stuffed their mouths with balls of hash wrapped in plastic wrap. I did the talking for them. All they had to do was smile and look hot so that the Spanish guys all turned to jelly and let us through. I was kind of nervous but I must have turned to jelly weeks ago around these two. I always did whatever they asked of me. So I guess I was no different than the Spanish men were.

We took the ferry over from Ceuta and went through customs. Their plan worked like a charm. We breezed right through the customs and immigration. I was pretty horny by the time we got through because I had to look at these two all day without getting to touch them. We checked into a hotel and took care of that.

The girls arranged a ride To Sweden with a couple that we met that night. The next morning they took off and I was alone again. I caught up on my rest for a couple of days by hanging out at the beach by myself for a change. I found a ride going around to Italy while I was hanging out on the beach so I headed there.

The ride was with an American couple from New York. We had a good time traveling together. We shared a hotel at night and got a little frisky together but it was pretty tame compared to what I had been up to for the last couple of weeks. I almost declined their offer to play so that I could rest up. We drove North and then East around Barcelona and into Southern France. They had guide books and we stopped at lots of places the guide book talked about. I enjoyed traveling with them.

When we got to Nice we went to a bar one night. I met a crazy Frenchman in the bar. I told him about my experience getting turned back at the Senegal border and he laughed his ass off then told me he was heading down to Dakar in a few days. He offered to let me travel together with him and he would make sure I got into Senegal this time. He had just been released from serving a seven year sentence in prison for selling drugs. He was kind of hardcore but we got along. So I said goodbye to my other friends and took off with him the next morning.

We went through Monaco and Italy then took a ferry to Sicily where we jumped on a ferry to Tunisia. We rode by car across to Morocco and got on a French Passenger ship to take us to Senegal. We had traveled really fast with no tourist activities the whole way. It was hard work. We bought 5th class tickets on the liner because they were dirt cheap. My friend gave me some ear plugs as we boarded the ship. I quickly found out why. We were in a steamy hot stinky room right next to the engines. It was horrible. I felt like I was in a Turkish prison.

I got lucky. As soon as we were underway a steward came through our quarters looking for a bridge player. I told him I would play and he escorted me up to the first class area and I spent the entire trip in First class luxury playing bridge with a bunch of rich old French people. I loved it. The food was over the top gourmet. My fellow bridge players were quizzing me relentlessly about my travels and they loved all by stories about my sex life on the road. I was being very forthright with them and they could not get enough. It kept me out of that hellhole I started in so I loved it. Go ahead, ask me anything but keep me up here in first class.

We finally arrived in Dakar. I was excited as hell. This was my first foray into black Africa, Conrad's Heart of Darkness. I had to go back down to the bowels of the ship to get my things and find my friend and then we got off the ship and through customs without any problems. I was finally on the dock and walking into Africa to fulfill a life long dream of seeing and experiencing the mysterious continent first hand.