Introduction:

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British English:
This does not have instant sex, large parts of it is not sexually related at all. Excuse typos and similar as I don't have anyone to fault proof my writing.
I have split it in to short chapters as to indicate a change in scene or in time. The format is not optimal, that is how it was when I copied it from Word, I will try to improve it for the next part.

This is a purely fictional piece, if people in the story draw resemblance to characters in real life it is purely unintentional and as a result of them having had an impact on me. Please do not copy this work to any other sites or republish it.

Chapter 1
I was standing at the platform in the city where I lived, feeling the hard ground underneath me and the cold air burning in my lounges. The time was almost midnight, but the train should have been there half an hour ago. Being Norway, it was freezing cold, even though it was in the middle of the summer, but it was all worth it.
I was waiting for a train to come, obviously. I was waiting for my dream to come. For the girl. Not any girl. The Girl. Capital letters. The girl that I had unparalleled feelings for, feelings that I had never felt towards anyone else, not before, and now, not after.
I guess I should start by saying something about me: I live in Norway, born and brought up here, there I live with my parents while studying. I am kind of a geek/nerd and have a need to know something about everything, so you can imagine, your typical lecturer in class. I am about 175 cm (5 feet and 9 inches for you sadists who like that measurement), short brown hair with brown eyes (standing a bit out from the Norwegian blondie-crowd), skinny, some muscle showing, but mostly due to the complete lack of fat.
I had met her on the Internet, on a language exchange site, just chatting in text. It had moved quickly from there, after two months of talking, we had started talking about meeting. You see, she lived in Italy. I know, most people, and I expect you to think so as well, that it is strange to fall in love over the internet; I did too. But you really don’t realise that it is possible before it happens.
Meeting took time, from the time we started talking about it, it took about three months for us to finally decide. The summer was perfect, and I had finally convinced her to let me pay part of the cost, which she had, at first, denied, selfless as she was.
My thoughts were interrupted by a squeaking sound, the recognisable sound of a train breaking. I felt my heart jump, and my pulse raised like I had just been out running.
The train came to a halt at the station, and for a few seconds it seemed like nothing happened, the longest seconds in my life. Then, the doors started springing up, and people poured out. However, I couldn’t see her. I knew her appearance very well, from our endless Skype conversations of staring at her over the past months. Her frame was thin and fragile, maybe 50 kg and standing at around 165 cm. She had the cutest face ever, with brown, deep eyes bringing her tanned skin forth. Framing her face she had long, brown hair flowing down her shoulders and chest, and she wore glasses. But maybe her best features, for once, her legs seemed to go on forever and that with a really nice tan, and then there was her boobs. I am a small tits person, and she had perfect tits for me, I just adored her cute mounds.
It took a long while before I saw her, just a few other people were coming out the doors, and then she were there. She was dragging along a monster of a bag, that seemingly could contain all over my things, doubled, and on her back she wore a backpack, but although she seemed to be carrying half the world, it was her. Her cute face, her happy-looking, amazing face was beaming all around, taking in her new surroundings. And then she spotted me.
She stood there like frozen and stared at me. I on the other hand, was running like a maniac towards her. 50 meters. 30 meters. 10 meters. She stretched out her arms. 5 meters. And I clashed into her, almost knocking her petite frame over. I held around her as hard as I could with my arms. I smelled her hair, with the distinct smell of perfume, but also of traveling, airports, cigarettes and a few other indistinguishable smells. I felt her warmth and enjoyed the feeling of finally being able to touch the girl I loved.
“Hey,” I whispered into her ear, as we finally broke our embrace and pulling away, we both looked into each others eyes, first just staring, then, at the same time, we started grinning. I could feel the ghosts on my body of where her hands had been and where her body had pressed into mine.
The grinning soon changed to a small laughter, and in just a few seconds, we were both laughing ourselves to tears out of happiness.

Chapter 2
Dad, having been the one to drive me, had kept in the background, not in the car, but quite a way back. He seemed somewhat uncomfortable, leaning his weight on one foot, then switching, and leaning his weight on the other one, as to pass the time. He tried to look like he wasn’t paying attention to us, although I knew better. He was obviously paying attention in his peripheral vision, but trying to look uninterested, maybe in order not to be intrusive towards me and her.
Now he was sitting in the front, driving our modern family car, typical for most cars around here, trying to converse in a steady, but rather unpolished English. At first it was a bit awkward, but by the time he parked our car in our driveway about 10 minutes later, it seemed both he and Sofia had stopped sweating it so much. On the drive, while they were chatting away, I had fallen into deep thoughts, about what a mess it had been to get to this point.
Me and Sofia talked about everything, and it hadn’t been long before we started joking with meeting. When you live so far from each other, it feels very unrealistic and hard at first, so we only joked about it.
We talked about what we were going to do, how she was going to get here, who would pay and in general practical things. At first it was just a played out joke, but didn’t stay that for long. Soon it turned from a joke to a day dream, and then from a day dream to a real dream. And then, I was suddenly sitting there, in the back of my families car, staring at her. Not on a computer screen, through Skype, but actually staring at her.
I could even touch her. And so, right before the car stopped and we climbed out of the car, I touched her hand, just to confirm that she was real.

Meeting my family had been something we had discussed a lot. She seemed eager to, but of course, being a shy person, she had nerves about it too, and she we shut the door behind us, we heard my mother come down the stairs.
“Hey,” She exclaimed in her tone, happy, curious and loving, although slightly hampered by the somewhat unfamiliar English word, “I am Ida, I prepared some food if anyone is interested”.
When someone comes home, especially late, we prepare some good food so that we can all talk and adjust again. Sofia was no exception, I guess mom must have thought, and she had dished up with a cheese soufflé and baked bread.
Sofia kept behind me, and when we got up to the second floor, she got to shake hands, first with my father, then mom, and then at last, hiding in my background, my older brother, who seemed uncomfortable. Sofia though, smiled, radiating her feelings, like usual, not supressed by the staring, but kind eyes of my family.
When finally sat down at the kitchen table, I sighed in relief inside me. The dream was finally about to be lived out. A dream that felt like I had had for my whole life, but which obviously hadn’t lasted for more than a few months.

Scraping my knife against the plate to scrape up the last bit of food on my plate, I leaned back, turned to Sofia, who was sitting the spot right next to me, where mom normally sits, and smiled to her. The first talk with my family had gone well, she had talked about me, mostly good things, the basics about herself, and then Italy. How, just the things she had seen in the short few hours she had been here, were so different from how things at home were. I had mostly shut up, only laughing and smiling at her occasionally, but letting my parents lead the conversation, which they did surprisingly well, even in English.
As we all rose and put our own plates in the dishwasher, mom said: “I have prepared a bed for you upstairs, in the room next to where me and him sleeps,” pointing at my dad. “The main bathroom is downstairs, the first room you get to when,”
“Ehm,” Sofia said, “I would quite like to sleep downstairs,”
“Oh, yes, but we don’t have any spare beds downstairs, unless one of the boys are willing to give up their room,” Mom replied, eying me and my brother.
“Oh, that won’t be necessary; I am fine with sleeping in the same bed as this guy,” She exclaimed, gripping my shoulders from behind and squeezing them lightly.
Mom looked at her sternly, and whispered, “Can I lend you for a second on the back porch?” and smiling.
Looking a bit confused, she obliged, and followed her outside, closing the door behind her.
While they were out, I sat in the sofa, waiting. Mom couldn’t possible be worried about me. She had never been that kind of protective towards me, and I saw no real reason that she should now. I figured she must have been worried about my motives, maybe that I just used Sofia, or that Sofia was confused.
When the door opened and they came back in, Sofia first with mom closing the door behind her, Sofia smiled at me, while mom just looked at me, with a look that said something like: “Don’t do anything stupid now!”

Chapter 3
As I closed the door and turned around, I felt a body slamming into mine, Sofia’s body. She wrapped her hands around me, pressing me to the wall, while she, seemingly tried to press hard enough that our bodies would become one single entity.
Then, she slightly loosened her grip on me, and pull her head back, looking me into my eyes, before pressing her lips to mine. As our lips met, it felt like an electric current flowed through us, and it took a fraction of a second before I understood what was happening, and kissed her back.
My hands were placed on her hips, slightly tracing up her waist, and while my lips were pressed to hers, I could feel her hands underneath my t-shirt, grasping at my back. Our lips had parted slightly, and I could feel the taste of her mouth, and sense her moist breath on my skin, breathing in the air the she breathed out.
The muscles in all my body tense, I felt a desperate need to be closer to her. Which is impossible when you are inside each other’s mouth, and so we both struggled in an effort to melt together as one body. Our lips parting, and our tongues playing with each other. Swirling, feeling, exploring and pinning down were all tongue activities. All the while, our hands were traveling over each other’s bodies.
Gasping, we pulled apart. It seemed that our kiss had only lasted for a few seconds, but I realised now that it must have lasted for several minutes, with desperate clutching at each other’s bodies, intense tongue play, and of sharing this electric current that seemingly was there when we kissed.
“Wow,” she said quietly, before I moved down, and, at first kissed her neck, then applied my teeth to her, and left a good mark, from which I was granted a moan of pleasure. She had told me she liked neck kisses, but I didn’t know she liked it that much. Then, as if frozen in stone, she stared into my eyes, and I got nervous, thinking that I had done something wrong.
“We are going to be sleeping in the same bed,” she said in an ushered tone, as if it was something that had to be kept from the world around us. “I have been dreaming about that for, for, what feels like all my life,”
I just smiled at her, sat down on the bed, and started taking off my t-shirt.
“Stop!” she said, a bit too loudly.
“Whaat?”
“I just, mm, want to do it,” she replied, and blushed a bit, before moving over to me, taking a hold of my t-shirt and dragging it over my head. Then sitting down on her knees and tugging at my jeans, before realising I was wearing a belt, and sliding them down, deliberately brushing a bit more than necessary at over my groin.
Looking at my boxers, she hesitated a bit, she had seen me naked on Skype, and she knew I always slept naked, but something made her hesitate.
“Do you want me to keep the on?” I asked her.
To which she replied only with a naughty smile before she tugged them off. While I laid down in bed, she undressed quickly down to panties and a bra and got under the blanket with me. My best is just a 90 cm wide, but I don’t think any of use mined. We shared on blanket, meant for one person, so we cuddled close, sharing our body warmth.
We lay with our faced towards each other, staring into each other’s eyes. Our legs were tangled on top of each other, and our middle parts were close together, almost touching, my, now hard, cock almost slightly brushing by her stomach, which made her giggle.
When we settled down, finally finding a comfortable position instead of breaking into chatter like I had expected us to, we just stared, and drifted off to sleep staring deep into each other’s eyes.

Chapter 4
I was having a nice dream. I was lying in bed with a girl, and when I woke up, I felt her hand wrapped around my hard length. I felt her moving her hand, slowly, up and down it, the heat from her body radiating to me, and her chest pressed to mine, as she was doing it.
So it was with dismay that I realised that I woke up, and, in annoyance, didn’t bother to open my eyes and face the new lonely day. It was about then, that I realised that I was rock hard, and I could feel a hand on my cock; my eyes shot up, and there she was: Sofia. She was staring into my eyes, with a huge grin on her face.
I realised that what I had dreamt had also happened in reality. Her chest was pressed to mine, her body radiating a warmness, the feeling of her hand on my cock, but there was one thing that made the reality better than the dream: In the closeness, I was staring into her brown, deep, kind eyes, and we were sharing the same air, noticeable through the moistness of it.
Staring into here playful eyes, I felt a force drawing me closer to her. My head moved closer to her, pressing at the distance between us, like that very distance had to be forced away, and the cap to close between us. With just a few centimetres to spare, I did a dash for her lips, and clashing into her soft, but relatively small lips, I felt the same current of electricity flowing between us.
As I felt the softness for the second time, I could feel her hand that was previously pleasuring me, going limp, like she had to concentrate on kissing me. I didn’t mind though, as I was far too preoccupied devouring her, the taste of her lips, the texture of her mouth, the playful touch of our tongues meeting.
While we were devouring each other, I placed one of my hands on her back, feeling the naked skin. I let my fingers run all along her spine, from the fabric of her panties, up along, to the strap of her bra, and then all the way up into her hair. Then, repeating the process, I allowed myself to stop on the middle of her back and caress particular areas a bit extra.
To reach the top of her back, I moved as close as possible, and doing that, I rubbed my rock hard cock against her stomach, which made her giggle into my mouth. The feeling of her giggling, for some reason jolted me back to reality, and I broke the kiss, saying: “Are you sure…?”
“Shh, I need you now,” she broke me off with, throwing away the covers at the same time.
As she did that, and she placed one hand on my cock, and one had on my arm, I could feel her quivering. Like she was cold, but I understood that she was afraid or nervous. As long as I had known her, I had thought she was beautiful, but she was very unconfident about her body.
So, I placed my hands firmly on her stretched out arms, and whispered into her ear: “Hey, honey, you know I think your body is beautiful,” and as I said that, I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall.
She didn’t try to hide her breasts, but I could see that she was uncomfortable with the situation. Gawd was I glad she wasn’t covering her breasts; she had the most amazing breasts, right after my specifications. Spreading from her incredibly sexy, brown, medium sized nipple was a soft mound of flesh. Not large, which was just how I wanted it. For some reason, I had always found women with small breasts incredibly attractive, and had, as a result, almost only seen porn with small chested girls. I, for some reason, found large, swollen breasts a real turnoff, and was therefore delighted to see that she wasn’t hiding a large pair of breasts.
Before doing anything else, I paused for two seconds, just staring. Then I moved my left hand from clasping at her arm that was closest the mattress, to her left tit, feeling the perky softness. At first massaging the whole breast, which fit in my hand, I soon moved over to pinching her hard nipple, massaging it between my thumb and index finger.
Knowing that she was a virgin, I already knew that it wasn’t going to be very good for her, but I wanted to make it as good as possible by extending the foreplay as much as I could. So, while my left hand was caressing her tit, my right hand moved down to between her legs, and felt the wetness that was down there through the fabric of her panties. Then, without seeing, I put my hand inside her panties, and buried my hand as far down as possible, then slid my finger all the way from the bottom of her slit, to the top, slightly playing with her clit at the top.
Wanting to speed up the process a bit, I kissed her quickly on the mouth, and stood up on the floor by the bed. Then, as she looked at me with a strange look, I grabbed both her legs, and turned her around, so that her head was to the wall, and her ass was slightly sticking out over the edge of the bed.
Granting myself access, I spread her legs widely, playfully removed her panties, revealing her amazing tunnel of love to me, and dived in. On my way down, the first thing I noticed was the aroma. It was a soft, slightly salt, but mostly sweet scent, that could only be produced by the most amazing girl ever. When I finally got there, I immediately put my tongue as deep as I could, and at the same time, appreciating that she was shaved, although I wasn’t too surprised, as she had told me. Then, having tasted as deep as I could get, a sweet, juicy, fresh taste, I retracted my tongue, and then placed my index finger at the bottom of her slit, slid it in as far as the first joint, and started playing with her clit, and the upper part of her pussy with my tongue.
At this point, she was breathing heavily, and when I first touched her clit, she let out a muffled yelp, trying not to alarm my family who was one story up. I stared flicking my tongue back and forth over her clit and used my index finger as much as I could, sending jolts of pleasure through her body and making her pant from the intense feeling.
I didn’t realise how aroused she was, when I felt her body tense up, and her whole body shuddered in an orgasm, juices flowing from her pussy, and her screaming, probably getting the attention of my parents.
Getting off the floor, I travelled up her body, kissing her, first right above her clit, then several times around her bellybutton, making her giggle, moving up and kissing right below her left breast, then directly on her nipple. Not hesitating, got up to her neck, because I knew she liked being kissed on the neck, and, at first placed a single kiss right on the side of her neck. Then I bit her skin lightly, playing with her, and without warning, I placed a mirage of kisses on the soft skin of her neck, leaving at wet.
Still with the slightly salty taste of her skin in my mouth, I kissed her lightly on her mouth, not overpowering her, but putting a fair bit of passion into a short kiss.
By this point, my cock was laid on her stomach, right above her pussy and we both knew what happened next. Like any girl that is about to lose her virginity, have sex for the first time, she was scared. I could see it in her eyes, and I could feel it on her trembling body. Noticing that I was looking at her with a slightly worried look, she hardened, then smiled at me and nodded ever so slightly.
That was all I needed. I needed to be inside her so badly, and seeing smiling and nodding at me, washed away all the self-restraint that was left in me. So, I reached down, still holding her gaze, guided my cock to her entrance pushed slightly.
I knew she was going to be wet from her previous orgasm and my oral attention, but couldn’t have imagined the sheer amount of fluid that lubricated her as I felt the first centimetres of me slip into her, completely covering my head.
Glad that I had spent quite a bit of time on getting her worked up, I applied a bit more force and then reached her hymen. It felt like a barrier holding me out from her body, not wanting me to have her. But I knew what I wanted, and, leaning down, kissing her lightly on the mouth and squeezing her hand hard once, I trust forward and in one swift motion burying half my shaft into her.
I was surprised when I realised that she didn’t scream, however, I saw a tear falling from her eye and fall down her cheek. At first it scared me a bit, but then I remember how we had talked about this, and I knew she wanted me to continue.
I started slowly, inching back until only my head remained inside her, then, looking deeply into her eyes again. I started pushing into her again, centimetre by centimetre I pushed my rock hard cock further and further inside her, until I reached a little farther than I had been before, for then to pull out and repeat the process, getting a bit deeper every time.
I almost didn’t realise when I hit kind of a barrier, her cervix, before she let out a moan of pain, which snapped me to attention. I pulled all the way out, and then inched my way all the way in again, repeating it again and again, establishing a rhythm that got faster for every thrust.
A few thrusts into my steady rhythm, I felt her relax a bit and, as a result of her body adjusting to the invasion, the effort I needed became less and less. When I had established a steady rhythm, I knew for sure that I wasn’t going to hold for long. Her tight walls enveloping my cock in a warm, wet tunnel, would have made me cum in a matter of seconds, were it not for my self restraint; I wanted our first time to last a bit longer than a few minutes.
Frankly, I didn’t expect her to have an orgasm with me inside her, she was far to tense and far to stressed to, and besides, I wouldn’t hold on long enough as I was ready to explode any second.
“Do you want me to cum inside you?” I asked her, maybe 5 minutes into my steady rhythm.
The response came in a slight nod, clearly affected by the pleasure she was feeling. The nod was all I needed, and, letting my self-restraint loose, it only took me a seconds to feel that familiar warm feeling in your stomach, that spreads through all of your body right before you explode.
And I did. I felt my cock twitch inside her, first once, spewing what I assumed was loads of cum into her, then again, and again and again, until I felt so empty that I couldn’t possibly have another spurt in me. All the while, while I came, I held tightly around her legs, while looking deeply into her eyes, enjoying my first orgasm with a girl I loved deeply, and also enjoying the best orgasm I had ever had.

When I finally calmed down, feeling my cock going limp, I pulled out of her and saw my cum trickle out of her pussy. As she hadn’t come more than once and since I didn’t have anything against tasting my own cum, I dived down and repeated about the same process that I had before, only this time a bit more fiercely. Sucking at her clit, flicking at it, diving into her tunnel with my tongue, inserting my finger into her, deeper this time, licking her length and so on.
From the previous stimulation, my cock inside her, and her present stimulation, me licking furiously at her pussy, it didn’t surprise me that she came quickly. In only a couple of minutes her body stiffened, then shook and trashed on my bed as she experienced her orgasm. Wave after wave shuddering through her body, reaching all the little corners of her and overloading the brain. She even forgot that she should have kept down, and she let out a full moan of pleasure, most certainly audible for my family upstairs.

Letting her calm down for a few seconds, I moved down, tweaked her nipple a bit, and kissed her on the mouth, my tongue darting right inside her. Then, I grabbed her hand and helped her standing, leading us both naked across the hall to the bathroom, where we stepped into the shower together.

Chapter 5
Chapter 5
As we walked up the stairs holding hands, not wanting to let go, from just having come out of the shower, dried each other off, played a bit and got some fresh clothes, I thought about what I had just done. First of all I had had sex for my first time, that was great. Secondly, my first time had been with someone I knew well and loved with all my heart, better than what a lot of people can say. And thirdly, I was living out one of my first dreams. I had never been big at dreaming, but when I met Sofia, I dreamt about meeting her in person after just a few weeks of knowing her.
My thoughts were interrupted by reaching the top of the stairs, and seeing my parents sitting there. They looked up, and said good morning, in Norwegian, strangely, and smiled a knowing smile, not commenting on what they knew, but letting us know that they knew. To be honest, I had great parents!

Over breakfast, and introducing her to coffee from a French press, not previously known to her Italian ways, we discussed what we were going to spend the day on. My family just wanted to stay home, but I suggested that I would take Sofia around hiking. So I decided on taking her to a mountain an hour or so drive away. That way we got to drive a bit, seeing the landscape, houses and some nature, and it meant going to a nice place where I liked being, with the most amazing girl I knew.
So packing a bit of food, some snacks and a bit to drink, we borrowed my dads car, and, with me driving, we set out.
On the way, I was realised how glad I was that I was driving, not only is she a Southern-European, known in Northern-Europe has hazardous drivers, but she kept pointing at things; “Look! A cow!” or “Iiiiik! Snow!” as we started to climb the mountain.
Stopping the car on a small drive-out on the one-wide gravel road that stretched over the mountain, she leant over and put a kiss on my cheek before climbing out and fetching our stuff. Our two backpacks were easily carried, and, leading the way, I climbed the small slope from the road and started walking. It wasn’t long though before she called out: “What are those holes, Erik?”
“Oh, you mean these?” Pointing at a small hole in ground, perfectly round and maybe half a metre deep with grass covering the bottom.
“Those are, ok, I have no idea what they are called in English, but they are called ‘gjettegryte’ in Norwegian, which translates directly to ‘guessing pot’, a pot like the one you make food in,” Then I went on about how they were made, totally nerding out, like I often do. The short version comes down to sand and stone being pushed around by a river which slides them over the rock below and make a hole, the process can take millions of years.
“Right up here there is a really large one,”

I wasn’t kidding when I said really large, but I don’t know what she thought when I said really large, but this one was massive.
“Oh, there is some ice!” Pointing at a white spot a bit further up. When we got up to it, she was just left staring. This pot was about 5 meters in diameter, and from what I had estimated from previous visits, it was about 9 meters deep, although it was filled with water. On top of the water was it’s own little personal iceberg, even though it was in the middle of the summer. Leaping, I jumped on top, and with the iceberg moving slightly, she let out a shriek. “Don’t be so nervous, it’s fine,” I said, assuring her that I wouldn’t fall off.
When I was done with playing on the iceberg, and her being done with kneeling by the hole, trying the see the bottom, which she couldn’t, we settled down on a small patch of grass and moss in an otherwise barren landscape. As we ate, we mostly stared in silence.
The view up there is truly stunning, and I appreciated just sitting there, together with my girl, enjoying the amazing view. We sat staring the direction we came, towards the road, and in the background, in the distance there was a wall of mountains. It looked like a huge wall that stretched from a valley up into the sky. The tops were incredibly sharp, in contrast to most other mountain tops as a result of being so high that they avoided the ice that covered the whole of Norway about 10 000 years ago. They were coated by a layer of very white, reflective snow, and the very tips were obscured by a fog, giving them a slightly mysterious feel.
From the sharp, pointy tops, the snow transitioned into a black stone, which gave it great contrast, and then, even further down, a bit of vegetation finally formed. The spread green specks soon covered more and more, until the plateau abruptly turned into a cliff, not unlike a wall. Streaks of different layers of stone made stripes in the stone, and then, at the very bottom, the vertical cliff abruptly turned into a steep slope of green.
The bright green colour was the thing that always caught me the most. The stunning, bright green in contrasting to the snowy mountains behind and the brownish black rock. We were sitting on the other side of a valley from that place, just far enough away that extinguishing a tree from another wasn’t possible. On our side, we were sitting on bright granite that had smoothened out when the lay there, rubbing away at it.
Behind us the same smooth rock climbed in a hill, raising in such a way that we couldn’t see the top from where we sat. To our left, marking the end of the cliff, there was massive body of water, seemingly a lake, but I knew that it was a fjord. A long body of salt water that stretched all the way out into the open ocean, for which Norway are so famous for.
We sat there, in this amazing landscape, holding hands most of the time, unless we were using them to eat, or grab something. Just spending time there, with her, made my heart race, and with my blood pumping, I leant over and kissed her.
At first it was a normal kiss, no particular strength or passion behind it, just a “I love you kiss”, but then it developed. I added more pressure to it, putting my hands on her cheek and pressing to her, making her lean back a bit. We kissed desperately, like this was the last time and she let out small moans into my mouth.
I put a hand on her waist, pressing her back, so that she was forced all the way down on the rock, and I was on-top of her, pinning her down. My hand travelled under her top, clutching at her body. First her back, then her stomach and then breast, … and then my phone rang.
“Fuck!”
“Ja?” I said in a slightly annoyed tone.
“Greit, jeg tror ikke det nei. Vi blir hjemme. Sees, hei”
“It was just dad,” I told her, “He told me that they are going to my aunt and uncle to eat dinner and spend the evening, but I said we aren’t going, I don’t think you are ready for that just yet,”

Chapter 6
When we drove back from our little trip, I thought about what we were going to do for the rest of the day. That turned out not to be problem though.
When we got home and walked in the door, she commented that our door wasn’t locked. “We’re in Norway, you hardly need to lock the door here, especially not up here in the north” I said, explaining. She just shrugged in response, although I thought about how amazing it would be to be able to raise a kid in a place where you don’t have to lock the door.
I figured that we were going to watch some TV or have a chat, so I started on the stairs up, but as I did, I heard a complaining sound from behind me.
She looked at me, then to my bedroom. “Damn, what a girl,” I thought, and set after her into the bedroom.
As I closed the door, I saw her sitting there on my bed, one had caressing her tit, and the other between her legs, rubbing at her pussy through her shorts.
I just stopped, first shocked, and the immensely aroused, seeing my girl sitting there touching herself. Walking up to her, she spread her legs slightly more, inviting me to sit between on my knees. I did, and as I did, I didn’t hesitate for a second, I leant in, finding her lips as I leant
Then I pushed her hand away, “you are not allowed to touch yourself, only I am,” whispering the last few words, only breaking off from our kiss for a second.
“Today, since we are alone, I am going to make you scream, I am going to own you, and you are going to do exactly what I say,” Once again, I broke off from our kiss, and to her dismay, I didn’t continue after. Instead I stood up, and said “Strip,” in a controlled voice.
“What?” She said with a confused look on her face.
“I just said, didn’t I? Strip off your clothes!” I leant forward, to her sitting on the bid, and said in a hushed, “and don’t make me tell you again, or I will have to punish you,”
Now she started to catch on to my game, and she I can swear I heard a small moan escape her mouth as I said the word “punish”. We had talked about discipline/submission sex before, and I now had the chance to give it to her.
As she undressed, I paced around her, knowing that she was uncomfortable with people looking at her body. But I didn’t care, right now, she was my property, and I did whatever I wanted to her.
I stepped all the way up to her, pressing our bodies together to the points where it hurt. I felt her naked tits squeezed to me and her forced breaths, as I was making it hard for her to breath naturally.
Then I abruptly forced her to the door, only a metre away from where she had undressed, slamming her into it. I forced her against it, and like I had dreamt of for a long time, I put one had between her legs, forcing my way into her, now wet hole, with a finger, and then, with the other hand, I pinned her to the wall, while pressing my mouth to hers.
I probed with my tongue, exploring her mouth in a new way, with more lust, less care for making it romantic or soft. I just knew I craved this girl, and I was going to have her.
It didn’t take long before I grew tired of the strong kissing. As I broke off, I pushed her down on her knees, making a sound of excitement escape her as he realised what was going to happen. For some reason she loved my cock.
After pushing her down I didn’t do anything. I just stood there, waiting for her to understand. Which took her a few seconds; that would have to be punished later.
When she finally realised what she was supposed to do, she fiddled with my belt buckle, and when she finally got it open, she pulled down my pants and my boxer in one swift motion; Wow, this girl was eager. My cock sprang free, and I threw my shirt off.
Hesitantly, she grabbed my cock with one had, and finally moved her head, first just lightly licking my head with the tip of her tongue.
then, seemingly having built up her courage, she moved in, and pressed my shaft as far into her mouth as she could. When she got me in as far as she could, she stayed there for a few seconds and then moved off, for then to look up at me with beaming eyes, and an incredibly happy smile.
Then, clearly happy with herself, she moved down on my shaft again, this time trying to press it down her throat. When she hit the back of her throat, she gagged, almost making me cum right there just from knowing I had a beautiful girl gagging herself on my large, hard cock.
In the ecstasy of having this girl bobbing her head on my cock, swirling her tongue and pleasuring every inch of it, I almost forgot about the domination. When I finally remembered, I looked down at her, and put my hands on the back of her head, then pressed her down.
As I did, I saw her eyes widen with surprise, but I kept pressing at the entrance to her throat. “Relax your throat, honey, that will make it easier,” I instructed, trying to help her along.
I felt her make an effort to relax, and as she did, I thrust into her, breaching into her throat and forcing myself into the back of her throat. I held it there, looking down at her, her eyes water and her throat pulling tight from the invasion.
As I realised that I would have to let her breath, regardless of how much pressure I was feeling from violating her throat, I pulled out, and she gasped for air.
Letting her get two hasps, I thrust back into her, then pulling out, just to thrust forcefully back in. With my hands on the back of her head, I created a steady rhythm of face fucking her. As I pulled out, she took in air, and as I thrust into her, she tried not to throw up on my cock, but I could see it in her eyes that she was incredibly turned on by it.
I held up this rhythm for about five minutes before I felt that familiar feeling of an approaching orgasm. I felt cum travel from within me, feeling my cock, and then spurting out. As I came, I forced my cock all the way into her and felt my cum coat the her insides. I felt her trying to swallow it, but with the sheet amount of liquid, she didn’t stand a chance.
Cum dripped from the side of her mouth, dripping down her chin. As my orgasm subsided, I moved on as quickly as possible, and surprised even myself, when I picked her up with little effort, and threw on my bed.
“On all fours, ass up,” I told her in my commanding voice. As she obeyed me, I felt my cock twitch again and my mouth drool. I moved closer to her, placing myself behind her, standing on my knees.
I placed my cock on her entrance and unceremoniously forced myself into her in once single stroke. She screamed from the sudden penetration and from her soreness of losing her virginity yesterday.
I felt her bottom and pushed on a little more, wanting to hurt her, owning her body and showing her that she was mine, and as I did, she screamed in pain, howling like an animal, but she didn’t try to stop me. I felt my cock twitch again from her submission.
Pumping in and out of her pussy with a strength and speed I didn’t know until then that I had in me, she moaned loudly, making me appreciate that my parents weren’t at home.
I leant over her back, grabbing a hold of her nipple, at first pretending to be gentle, but then I pinched down on it as hard I could, using my finger nails to make it even more painful. She howled in pain, almost making me want to cover my ears.
I took her panties that lay on the bed, and stuffed them into her open mouth slightly muffling her screams as I continued to torture her nipples.
Then, suddenly, and without wanting, I pulled out of her sloppy wet pussy and said: Lie down on your back,” in a stern commanding voice. When she got into position, her eyes wide with anticipation, I climbed up on the and placed myself with my ass over her face so that my cock was pining down her body, almost slapping her tits.
Then I sat down, pressing my dirty asshole to her face. It took a few seconds for her to recover from the shock and to understand what she was supposed to do. When she finally understood, her tongue darted forwards into my hole, lubricating my entrance.
I enjoyed the feeling immensely, and it was made even more powerful by the fact that it made me feel like I owned her. Like I could do anything to her. Thinking that, I reached down and pinched down on her already sore nipples, granting me some muffled screams again.
I pressed my ass even further down on her, almost making her suffocate, making me feel powerful, like I had her life in my hands. She was my bitch, and I was her master. Her hands felt cock, up and down, desperate to please their master as much as possible.

One of the great things about being a teenager is that you can cum over and over again, and that is just what I did. The combined stimulation of her tongue probing my asshole and her hands rubbing furiously at my dick, made me feel a warm tingling inside me, and I felt cum, once again, come from within me and spurt out of my cock, covering her body. I spurted on her tits, her stomach and even a few drops all the way down to her pussy, making her moan as she realised.
Trying to move on quickly, in order to ensure that she wouldn’t have time to brace herself, I jumped forwards, landing with my head right by her pussy. I dived in right again, making her squeal in delight. I flicked her clit, concentrating all my attention on her most sensitive spot, but reached down and stuffed two fingers into her. It didn’t take long before she came, her juices flowing in plenty, giving me the great taste of my girl.
I moved off from lying on top of her, but didn’t stop. I grabbed her legs and scooted her ass all the way to edge of the bed, parted them to give me access and positioned myself on the floor, on my knees. I started over again; swirling, licking and sucking at her clit, then placed a finger in her and soon moved on to two.
Eventually I had two fingers stuffed in her, curling upwards towards her stomach, not pulling the in and out, but just tightening them like you would tighten to a fist, and letting go, that way stimulating the walls of her tunnel. At the same time, I did my trick with her clit, which I thought would give her maximum stimulation.
I soon realised that I wasted a whole hole, so I sucked on my other index finger and shoved it into her in one go, making her yelp from the new sensation. During this whole process, I totally lost the count on how many times she came, and to be honest, it was hard just to distinguish them from one another.
After about 10 minutes of flicking at her clit and violating her holes, she must have started to feel pretty worn out, because she asked me to stop. Which I of course denied, I was enjoying myself far too much, and besides, she was my toy.
After another 2 or 3 minutes, she practically begged and screamed for me to stop, but it wasn’t until I had kept at for at least 20 minutes that I finally stopped, granting a sigh of relief from her. Her pussy was all red and swollen from the stimulation and wear, and my fingers were just like they get when you bath.
I stood up, and then dived on top of her, pressing my naked body to hers and kissed her passionately on the lips. I started with just clutching at the mouth, wanting as much as I could, but soon got to my senses and added a bit of tongue, probing into her. I met her tongue and placed my hands high on her neck, curling up on her chin and behind her ear. If anyone saw us, they would have thought that we wanted to eliminate the tiny space that were between us, pressing at the air there and wanting to melt into each other.
When I finally pulled off, it was because I noticed my own scent. I had been sweating like hell and wore a nasty, but somewhat sexy scent that made my nose cringe. I really didn’t want to ruin this, I wanted to fall asleep with her in my arms and wake up in the same position, our bodies pressed together, but I felt my scent, and suggested to take a shower.
We played a bit in shower, kissing and feeling each other. Washing each other’s bodies, both paying special attention to our private parts. I rubbed her back, feeling the tense muscles relax in the warm water and under my soft touch.
On the way from the bathroom to my room, just a few metres, we just had to stop to kiss. She took the initiative, first drawing me in to and embrace, then kissing me on the mouth. Pressing our mouths together and feeling the closeness between us. A closeness that we hand longed for, for a long time.

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