Teacher and student, p.1
Teacher and Student, page 1
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Teacher and Student
SAGA
Teacher and Student
Original title:
Førerkort til sex, Gutten som gikk for å fiske abbor, Hardangerjente
Copyright © 2019, Hverdag A/S/Cupido og SAGA Egmont, Copenhagen
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Licence for Sex
By Niels, Copenhagen
I will always hate my big sister’s boyfriend, Holger, for what he did that night! However, he was indirectly responsible for me having my first sexual experience.
I was 18 and had passed my driving test that day. My sister had a party to go to in the evening and, for one reason or another, there were eight girls and only three boys. They were all aged between 25 and 30, considerably older than me.
The week before, I had told Holger that I was still a virgin. Yes, I’d fumbled around with a couple of girls from school, but it never got any further than a little petting, a little squeezing of tits, and a finger in the pussy. One of them had wanked me off until I came, but when the sperm suddenly shot out over her fingers, she exclaimed: “Ugh, that’s disgusting!” Not exactly encouraging.
Well, I came down into the living room where everyone was sitting. Holger looked wasted.
“Look who’s coming,” he arrogantly said. “He’s just passed his driving test, but hasn’t got his woman driving licence yet! Philip, the virgin of the family!”
Philip, that’s me. I felt the embarrassment build up in my cheeks. Jesus Christ, I’m only 18, awkward and sensitive like most teenagers. But I got sympathy from the other people at the party, all of whom were on my side. One of my sister’s friends, Karina, a slightly large, red headed, and quite beautiful woman, told Holger that he was a first-class asshole. After that, they were so considerate that they didn’t say any more about it.
Later in the evening, Karina came up to me and asked if I would give her a lift home. She had to be at work early the next morning, even though it was a Sunday. She was a nurse.
I agreed, of course. Any excuse to be able to drive my big sister’s car. She had no problem lending me it as I was driving one of her friends home.
We got in the car. Karina’s short skirt rode up her thighs, and I caught a glimpse of the edge of the black panties she was wearing. I accidentally glanced at her knees, causing me to put the car into fourth gear. “Sorry,” I said, but Karina just stretched out a hand and placed it on my thigh. She said that I should just take it easy - and left her hand where it was, high up on my thigh and dangerously close to my dick.
“Is it actually true that you’ve never been with a girl?” she asked.
“Yes,” I admitted, “the whole town probably knows by now, thanks to Holger.”
“Holger’s an idiot. You sister’s much too good for him,” she said.
She told me where I should drive until we arrived at quite a large car park in front of some apartment blocks.
Suddenly, she leaned into me. “This issue of you being a virgin, shouldn’t we do something about it?” she asked seductively, laying her hand right on my flies.
I didn’t know what to say, nor did I get the chance to as she turned my face towards her and started kissing me. I’d kissed girls before, but clearly wasn’t very good at it. She pulled away, looked me straight in the eyes and said, without any sense of scorn: “You’ve definitely got a lot to learn!”
As quick as a flash, she pulled her blouse over her head and then helped me do the same with my shirt.
The car park was completely enveloped in darkness, only the few street lights gave any illumination to the scene. In the soft light, I could clearly see her large breasts under the black lace bra she was wearing. I reached for her puppies with both hands as best I could given the confines of the car.
“Let’s get in the back seat,” she said, opening the door.
She got in before me and, as I was climbing in, she was unhooking her bra. There was much more space in the back seat. She put one hand around my neck and almost forced my head down towards her breasts. They were much large than those I had been in close contact with before. She had a sweet scent, almost a little too heavy. There was a little sweat in the deep cleft between her two melons.
Just as when she was sitting in the front seat, her skirt had ridden up to her thighs. She pulled it even further over her hips and lifted herself slightly off the seat. Then she took off her panties. She sat with them in her hand and asked me to take off my trousers.
I quickly undid my belt and removed the jeans I was wearing, but she clearly thought I was being too slow with my underwear, so she pulled them down over my thighs. My dick was already a little stiff, but things were going a little too quickly for my liking as I hadn’t been properly aroused.
She firmly gripped my dick and balls, her hands clearly very practiced and experienced. Although I was suffering from a degree of performance anxiety, I quickly became aware that my dick was living its own life that night. It burst into life as quick as a flash until it stood up like a rock hard joist straight in the air. The light from the street lamps outside was just enough to illuminate the tip and how it was shining.
“Has no girl actually enjoyed your wonderful cock?” she asked, probably to give me encouragement. She didn’t need to do that. Both me and my dick were ready for battle.
Karina took my hand and moved it down between her thighs. I the warm, moist silky hole I touched felt completely different to the dry schoolgirl pussies I had run my fingers over with before. She held my wrist and moved my hand up and down, and I remember that I was astonished about the enormous amount of juice that was flowing from her. For a moment, I was concerned that she had pissed herself.
Karina then shifted position and placed one leg up on the seat. She kept the other on the floor. She leaned backwards, so her head was touching the window.
“Lick me,” she commanded.
I wasn’t totally sure how to do it, but I bent my body up and put one knee on the floor, delighted that my sister had had the sense to buy a large Opel Vectra and not a small Opel Corsa, which she had originally intended to get.
Yet again, Karina seemed to be losing her patience with me. She thrust her sex towards my face, grasping me around the neck and pressing me into her flooded cave. Her pubes tickled my nose, but I was determined to show that whatever lacked in experience I would make up for in eagerness. I took a deep breath, licked, sucked, and stuck my tongue as deep inside her as I could.
“Ah, a natural talent!” she moaned.
I grabbed my hard cock, which was bashing against the seat each time Karina pulled me towards her. Now she wanted my cock inside her, so she asked me to sit up on the seat next to her. Slowly, I got up from my uncomfortable position half down on the floor and sat up on the seat with my cock sticking straight up in the air. Karina climbed over me, grabbed my cock in one hand, and presto: For the first time in my life, my cock was going to tunnel its way into a juicy pussy!
I knew that I would explode almost immediately. She began to writhe up and down on me. “No, no,” I moaned.
“Yes, yes,” she said. “It’s so good.”
She was right about that. Never in my 18 years on this planet had I felt so much lust and enjoyment as I was feeling at that moment.
“Stop,” I shouted, as my balls erupted.
She stopped moving for a second. “Did you come already?” she asked.
“Perhaps a little,” I replied.
“Shall we stop?” she asked, smiling. She could feel my still quite hard cock inside her.
I shook my head. It’s one of the advantages of being an 18-year-old. Once is never enough. I could get it back again. On several occasions I’d managed to wank three-four times in the course of just a few hours.
She started to raise and lower he body over my cock, making it rock hard again. He movements became more and more violent, but I didn’t need to worry about whether I would come too soon. I felt like I could carry on for hours. Suddenly, she took hold of my neck and pressed her face into my throat. She moaned loudly. And, with that, she came!
I felt her pussy twitch rhythmically. It seemed that her entire body was convulsing. I was proud. I had actually given a woman an orgasm!
I thought that the show had now come to an end, although my cock continued to be standing rigidly to attention. But Karina wasn’t finished with me yet. She sat next to me, lit a cigarette, rolled down the window and asked me not to fasten my trousers. With one hand, she reached for my cock, whilst she held the cigarette in the other. After she had taken a couple of drags, she threw the lit fag out of the window. She then bent over me and took my cock in her mouth. She licked the head as is it were an ice lolly. I wondered if she was enjoying it, being that it was partly covered by my cum and partly by her pussy juice. Oh yes, I still had a lot to learn!
She then pushed me a little further forwards in the seat and forced me to spread my legs as far as I could. She then dived down between my legs, and I suddenly felt one of my balls in her mouth. Quite careful. She knew what she was doing. How
I moaned and took a quick breath. My face was almost certainly a shade of between gas blue and reddish-purple! Karina was extremely experienced and skilled. She could see where I was in the sexual phase and instantly had her lips back around my cock. They were there for about 30 seconds before I felt myself spurt for the second time. I tried to warn her and get her to move away, but she stayed exactly where she was. Milliseconds later, he mouth was filled with my hot cum. Lots, enormous amounts.
She kept my cock in her mouth for a long time after, right up to the moment that it became completely flaccid. She continued to lick it and, for a moment, I thought she was going to try to get me to come for a third time. Instead, she lifted her head and kissed me on the mouth and cheek.
“You know what? You’re a better lover than Holger! And that’s exactly what I’m going to tell him, whilst everyone else is listening!” she said.
I haven’t seen her in many, many years. But thank you, Karina, wherever you are. You’re wonderful! Apart from a great fuck, you gave me my self-confidence back. Not the worst thing that can happen to an 18-year-old boy.
The Boy Who Went Fishing for Perch
By Torbjørn Saga
Between the ridge beside the river that ran through the valley during the summer, there was a young boy in dressed blue trousers fishing for perch. He was staring intently at the cork float that was slowly bobbing along with the current and, when it stopped, vibrated a little and plopped under the water, he pulled on the line with a shriek and a splash, and a flailing perch was sitting on the grass. He threw himself over the fish, tapped its head and threw it with the dozen or so others that were staring up at the cloudy summer sky with glazed eyes.
As he re-baited his hook and felt the worm squirm between his fingers, his thoughts returned to girls, something he did most hours of the day.
The boy thought he had been around forever, but the truth was that he had not yet lived. Imagine if it would even come to him, the real meaning of life: Girls. Would there ever be a time when he would see a grown woman naked? Feel a breast, let a hand glide over a nipple, feel it between his lips? Would his hand ever slide up a female thigh, tug gently on that secret undergrowth of hair, play above the crack she had between her legs? It would be wet, or so he had heard. And hot. White hot. Ohh!
The fantasies running through his mind and the pressure of the rod against his groin were really turning him on. His hand shaking, he undid his trousers. His cock popped out and pointed proudly above the river parallel with his fishing rod. He took hold of it, paying no attention to the float bobbing in the water and finally going under the surface. How far could he spray his seed this time? To the top of the rod? Or perhaps he should aim for the hook bend? No, he didn’t want to do that. He had set himself a limit and he was already three times over his quota. But when the whole world was just temptation, would it be unwise to do anything else? He would probably have to go to sea and visit places where there were brothels in which you could unwind in exchange for some money. Just think about it! Girls who wore next to nothing and were willing to do anything. You could do it however you wanted. “How would the gentleman like it? In the normal way? Standing? Or perhaps sitting down? May I recommend doggie style? Excellent.”
His daydream was suddenly interrupted by the sound of shrieking and girlish laughter. In a mild state of panic, he pulled himself together and stood up as if he had never been handling anything but a 12-foot bamboo rod.
Through the swaying, mature hayfield, three girls came running in a row. Two of them were sisters from Bakkehagen, and the third was young Elin from Hoverudgården. They probably wanted to go for a cooling swim after a hot and dusty day of haymaking. He cleared his throat, drew in the line and noisily made a cast in order to make it known that someone was there. The cackling suddenly stopped, but small shrieks of joy followed them as they disappeared behind the weeds.
His thoughts crept out. They were getting undressed! They unbuttoned and pulled off piece after piece of clothing. One over the head, another down over the waist. Fabric sliding over bottoms and thighs, and they are standing there naked. And there they are, the troublesome girls from Bakkehagen! Ha! Their reputation went before them! One of them was so horny that she fainted as soon as she had one thrust into her, whilst the other, Sofie, was so swollen that you had to be on a downward slope to get proper access.
Now they’re coming. The Bakkehage girls are strutting overwhelmingly with their powerful thighs, their breasts seemingly weighing them down. They tiptoe cautiously through the grass, seemingly not knowing what to do.
His eyes are drawn to Elin. Little Elin, his childhood playmate until he became too big to play with girls. She was a little younger than him, but it’s strange that she has grown up and matured so nicely. She’s like the Bakkehage girls, but smaller, faster, and more delicate.
He remembers something that happened what seemed to be in the dim and distant past, five, perhaps seven years ago.
They were building a sort of cabin made from pieces of board supported between carts. They belly laughed at something, he can’t remember what. What he does remember is that she suddenly stopped, put her legs together and said in a desperate voice “I need to pee!”
She turned away from him, lifted her blouse, pulled down her trousers, and went down on her haunches in one single movement. He had been curious about how girls did this for a long time. He quickly crept around the cart, looking at her nakedness, and shouted “Boo!”
She jumped, stood up half finished, and wet herself. She started crying. Her mouth trembled, sniffling about what she would have to tell her mum.
He knew that he had been very mean and vulgar, immediately thinking of the shame this would cause. He begged for forgiveness. “Don’t whinge, Elin. Forgive me. You can see my penknife if you promise not to say anything.”
She wasn’t that upset. She dried her tears, rubbed her dress with some grass, said “Ugh!” and wiped her hands on the sleeves of his shirt. She was as good as new. She had something else in mind. “You’re going to have to let me see you have a pee.”
Ha, no! No way.
Sulking, she turned to leave.
“I’m going to tell my mum how mean you’ve been.”
He had to do it. There was no other way out. He fumbled with the zip. Waited. Perhaps she would change her mind and show him mercy.
No, he couldn’t escape the inevitable, but she could help him. “We’ll do it together,” she blurted out. “You don’t dare do it alone.”
She lifted up her blouse, holding it with her chin, and stood ready with her thumbs inside the waistband of her trousers.
“One, two, three,” she said, and pulled her trousers down. He showed just enough. He admired her boldness, and stared at her hungrily and with a sense of curiosity. She was so round and soft. Like a plastic doll. Her stomach was like a half pumpkin, her navel like a bird’s egg. Down below, she had what looked like another stomach, a small extra stomach with a crack in it. It was what she peed with, what he had just seen her do. But there was also something else about it. Something that kids shouldn’t concern themselves with.
