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Norway, June 23rd 2019
It was the hottest day of the year. It was still only June, but everybody could tell this was the hottest day of the year. And the middle of the forest was probably one of the hottest places to be. Anna was sweating. She wasn’t the only one.
They could only hope the cabin terrace wouldn’t be invaded by mosquitos once evening fell.
Aunt Britt had managed to dig out an old parasol and was hiding under it together with Agnieszka. The younger girls’ bodies were all exposed to the sun. They would all probably have passed out already if it wasn’t for a steady stream of icy cocktails — mostly made by Marianne and by Anna herself — making their way. Thank God they had brought an old fridge here last year. The cabin didn’t have electricity, but a very simple solar panel installed by Marianne’s brother provided just enough power to run a fridge.
The guests were divided as to what was the preferred refreshment of the day. Marianne had discovered a great new raspberry juice that tasted delicious just served with vodka and ice. For the two continental guests Luna and Heike pink gin was the big discovery of the summer. And then there were the strawberries. The strawberry season had just begun and Marianne and her mum had been to one of the neighbouring farms and picked several kilos. Strawberries were everywhere.
The flavour of today’s kisses would be strawberry, Anna thought.
It was Anna’s 21st birthday. Ok, technically it had been the previous Wednesday and they had already had a first celebration, without the guests from abroad but including others, like Marianne’s brother Geir and Mona and Marianne’s best friend Tommy.
Today’s event was a girls-only affair and coincided with Sankthans, the traditional Norwegian mid-summer celebration. Anna took another sip of her cocktail and scanned the terrace.
Her girlfriend Mona had listened to Anna’s request and gone for a sporty image, with sneakers, retro Adidas shorts and the t-shirt she was wearing when she finished third in the Norwegian track she cupped the Norwegian woman’s breasts and fondled them through the thin material of her blouse.
Anna pulled back her tongue. She looked at Aunt Britt teasingly and continued to play with her breasts, while Marianne’s hands were half-caressing, half-massaging her mother’s neck and shoulders. The sensual, erotic caresses of the two attractive younger women had the 45-year old sighing deeply. Anna felt the heat of Aunt Britt’s breath on her face and plunged her karaman escort tongue back inside the Scandinavian milf’s beautiful mouth.
When the kiss ended Marianne was standing next to Anna and stroking her mother’s blonde hair.
‘See, mom! That wasn’t so bad, was it?’
Marianne then looked into her mother’s eyes, as blue as her own, before she wet her lips with saliva and planted them gently on Britt’s mouth. Although no tongue was involved, it was a beautiful, sensual kiss. Anna felt her pussy tingle.
‘Now Anna will fill up your glass and then I expect to find you on the terrace in a make-out session with Agnieszka. She is not as timid as you are, you know!’
‘I know that all too well,’ Aunt Britt conceded, her face still flushed after the erotic caresses from the two young beauties.
Anna handed her a highball glass filled with ice, pink gin, tonic and the obligatory strawberry.
‘Thanks for the drink… and the kiss,’ the Norwegian woman said to Anna.
‘Always a pleasure to serve you, Aunt Britt. Now…’ Anna picked a very large strawberry from the bowl and put it between the 45-year old’s lips. ‘I want you to go out on the terrace and feed that to your gorgeous girlfriend. To Agnieszka.’
Anna checked out Aunt Britt as she returned to the terrace. Her grey summer pants were loose-fitting but still able to hug her gorgeous ass perfectly.
‘Hey, stop checking out my mum’s ass! Or else…’
‘Or else…’
Marianne was trying to think of something.
‘I will tell Agnieszka!’
Both girls laughed.
‘By the way,’ Marianne asked, ‘have you seen how Agnieszka’s ogling Luna and Heike?’
‘Yeah,’ Anna nodded and put her sombrero back on. ‘Her desire for young pussy is insatiable and a well-known fact.’
‘Yeah, tell me about it,’ Marianne said. ‘When I took her to my old bedroom that night last October I felt like she was completely worshipping me and every inch of my body!’
Anna put her hand on Marianne’s crotch. It was warm and soft.
‘Can you fucking blame her? You are a goddess, Marianne. One day you will have your own cult.’
‘You think so?’
Marianne sighed and pressed the Slavic girl’s hand harder against her pussy.
‘God, is it the heat or what? I really feel like fucking someone!’
‘I think all of us here today feel the same need, Marianne. The sweltering heat, the solitude of the deep forest, the density of triple-A rated pussy. It’s just more than a girl than kars escort take.’
Anna wiped pearls of sweat from Marianne’s forehead with her hand.
‘Something will happen very soon, Marianne. I can feel it.’
‘I fucking hope you’re right, Anna. If I don’t get to go down on a girl soon I will seriously consider putting my head in that bowl and pretend it’s pussy.’
She nodded towards the full bowl of strawberries.
‘Be strong, Marianne,’ Anna said and wet the Norwegian girl’s lips with her tongue. ‘The next time I kiss your lips, they will have the flavour of girl juice, I promise you.’
* * *
The sun hid for a second behind a small cloud and all the girls breathed a temporary sigh of relief. The air was hot and stuffy. In the depths of the forest there was no refreshing sea breeze to come to the rescue.
Yes, it was definitely the hottest day of the year. Only one girl seemed to be unaffected by the heat. Luna, the Southern-Italian brunette, was swaying sensually to the sounds coming from Aunt Britt’s computer through the speakers. Almost exclusively 80s tunes — mostly hits but also some more alternative stuff like Propaganda and The Smiths. The young Italian took a couple of ice cubes and put them on her forehead. The other girls were too dizzy — from the heat, from the desire — to even pretend they were not eating her up with their eyes. Even Aunt Britt seemed to be openly ogling the young Italian girl’s deliciously sweaty body behind her dark sunglasses.
‘Hello, what the fuck are they singing?’ Mona wanted to know, while cutting herself a small slice of the delicious birthday cake that her aunt had made for the occasion.
Anna recognized an old Simply Red-tune that Britt had played to them before.
‘Are they literally singing ‘Mona’s too tight to mention’ or what?’
‘No, no,’ Anna intervened, eager to show off her knowledge of 80s music to Aunt Britt. ‘The song is called ‘Money’s too tight to mention.’
Mona was not convinced.
‘Listen. They are clearly singing ‘Mona’s too tight to mention’. Just listen.’
‘So what do y’all think then?’
Heike was sitting in her sun chair and had just brought a bottle of Jägermeister from the freezer.
‘Is Mona really that tight?’
The young German held up her hands as to fend off any objections to her question.
‘Hey, I’m the outsider here. Mona is the only Norwegian girl I know and I have no clue about the general level of tightness in this country.’
Mona’s kıbrıs escort face lit up.
‘I’m quite tight, right? Tighter than average?’
She looked at Heike, then Luna, Marianne and Anna.
‘You’re tighter than all the Italian girls I’ve been with,’ Luna replied. ‘She’s tighter than me too, isn’t she, Anna?’
Anna nodded in reply to the Italian girl. Yes. Luna was tight but Mona was tighter. Mona was smiling from ear to ear, like she had just won a competition or something. And Mona might just have brought home the ‘Tightest pussy on the terrace’ award of summer ’19. But Anna knew she would have been beaten in a European-wide contest.
‘My girlfriend is the second tightest girl I’ve ever been with,’ Anna said out clearly so that everyone could hear. Everybody looked at the Ukrainian. Mona and Marianne knew what was coming next.
‘Julia!’ they burst out.
‘This is some serious old-school shit,’ Mona explained. ‘It goes back to the very early days of our love. Anna had Julia and I had Kristine.’
That was two and a half years ago. It felt like an eternity. Where were they now, Julia and Kristine?
‘We were still sort of feeling each other out and needed some kind of back-up I guess,’ Anna added.
‘Anna would be going to Oslo to stay at Julia’s place…’
‘And fuck, she was one tight Polish girl!’
‘Her pussy was one thing,’ Mona said. ‘But her anus? For fuck’s sake, how is it physically possible for an anus to be so tight?’
Julia had been Anna’s lover, but the first night they’d met had been an orgy where the cousins had also participated. So Mona had in-depth carnal knowledge of the slender Polish brunette.
‘And just to calm everyone down, Julia was — and still is, more or less — a woman in her mid-30s,’ Mona informed. ‘There is no legitimate reason she should be so tight.’
‘Yeah that was almost scary,’ Anna commented. ‘She’s so tight back there I seriously don’t understand how she, like, goes to the bathroom!’
‘Didn’t you ask her that?’ Mona said.
‘Yeah, and she refused to answer!’
‘Very suspicious,’ the redhead replied. ‘I always told you she’s hiding something!’
‘She was hot like fire though,’ Anna said. ‘Only not hot enough to compete with my girlfriend!’
Mona smiled proudly and gave Anna a loud wet kiss on the lips. Anna put her arms under Mona’s track singlet and ran it down her bare back. The redhead was sweating profusely.
In this heat even a singlet was too much. More clothes would have to come off, Anna thought. And sooner rather than later.
Kim Wilde had taken over from Simply Red and was singing ‘You came’. Anna joined Kim Wilde’s sexy voice and hummed into Mona’s ear.
♫ You came and turned my life around, no one could take your place ♫
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