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Random --- -- http://www.fastmail.fm - Access all of your messages and folders wherever you are <1st attachment, "Iceland.txt" begin> Iceland (every 2 & 3 letter combination of f with MFmfg except mfg, size, inc) by pseudoRandom Dana was 15 when she fell in lust with Iceland. She was flying from New York to London for her summer visit with her mother. Between her father's latest pretty young mistress and her mother going gaga over her fifth husband, Dana was ready to scream. She didn't want to live with either of them, thank you very much. While poking online for tickets, she discovered a discount fare on Iceland Air -- one that involved a 3-day layover in Reykjavik. The difference between that and the direct flight her parents thought they were paying for would be enough spending money to last three days, she figured. Because neither parent was paying attention, she told her father she was arriving the day after departing and her mother she was departing the day before she was arriving, and no one was the wiser. Three days, on her own, no one knowing where she was. Perfect. Even better, she managed not to inform the airline she was a minor. Smudge the birth date on her passport, and yes she could get past the bored port-of-entry clerk in Keflavik Airport without a parent or guardian. Both these feats were possible only because she looked and acted older than her true age. Yes, she was only 157cm, but she was cute as a button and as curvy as a movie starlet, and knew how to behave like a college student. Plus, she exuded an aura of sexual experience -- which was real enough, given she'd been having sex ever since losing her virginity to her mother's butler when she was 11. Once past immigration control, Dana breathed freely for about fifteen seconds. Then Iceland sticker shock hit. Too late, Dana checked the exchange rates and realized that prices in Iceland meant she had enough money for the shuttle to and from the airport, a couple nights in the youth hostel, and not much else. An island where everything is imported is an expensive place to live -- or visit. Which is why Dana spent almost the entire three days confined to the Reykjavik Youth Hostel, screwing around. Of the 120-odd beds in the hostel, Dana ended up hopping almost 30. Men, she found, were more likely to accept her advances, but what with single-sex six-bed dorm rooms and single-sex communal bathrooms, she had more access to women; as a result, she had sex with about the same number of each. She quickly learned that late nights were good for prowling the halls -- many jet lagged youths were still up, and disoriented enough to be susceptible. The bathrooms and showers were great for seductions, as was the laundry room. She had good odds, targeting couples in the few singles, especially if they were same-sex friends. Oddly enough, the public pool next door wasn't a good place for picking up anyone -- yes, women thought nothing of walking around nude while they changed, but that meant that being naked wasn't particularly seductive. The pool, with its geothermal heat, was incredible, though. For meals, she stretched out her thin purchases from the nearby grocery store with meals cadged from others (especially those she'd just slept with) and occasional outright theft from the communal fridges. She never sampled the famous Reykjavik night-life. A couple guys offered to take her bar-hopping downtown, but she turned them down -- not only wouldn't her altered passport pass inspection by a suspicious bartender, there was no fucking way she could pay a bar tab in that town. She'd be willing to fuck anyone who paid it -- heck, she'd even fuck only them all night -- but no one was offering. In short, Dana fucking fell in love with Iceland. Or rather, she fell in love with fucking Iceland. She hadn't seen a thing, and it'd rained every day, but spending all day inside screwing around, she didn't care. On her way to the airport, she stopped in a downtown bookstore and bought every book on learning Icelandic she could find, using her mother's credit card. Pity, she thought, she couldn't have used the card earlier, but even if mother never noticed the date discrepancies, her accountant would have. On her flight to London, she was so buzzed from the constant sexual stimulation of the past three days, Dana targeted the man across the aisle from her and managed by hook, crook, and gratuitous flashing to seduce her way into the Mile High Club. All in all, a fucking excellent three days of hooky. When she landed in Heathrow, she was in good enough a mood to look forward to a summer of screwing her mother's butler, chauffeur, and lady's maid, despite their very British vices. Dana spent the rest of the year plotting a return visit when she was 16. She studied Icelandic -- everyone in Iceland speaks English, yes, but every bit helps in seductions. She started hanging out in Icelandic bulletin boards and chat rooms and blogs -- not hard to find, given Iceland is the best-connected country in the world, bar Finland. She was too young yet for study programs or foreign exchange, or extended visits through college programs -- but she researched every one she could find. She learned where all the hot spots for singles were, especially lesbian-friendly bars and coffee shops -- for she also finally learned that Icelanders live for their coffee even more than for their booze. She even debated the merits of a downtown guesthouse versus the youth hostel, but in the end went with the hostel: a bigger field to play and a larger crowd to get lost in. And then at the last minute, her father found out the layover trick -- she'd left her ticketless iternerary in the printer. It was only by pure fast-talk that she talked him into letting her do this, aided by the comment from her father's latest young thing that Dana seemed mature enough to be on her own. Since Janice was barely two years older than Dana, this carried more weight than it ought to have. Dana was allowed to stay over in Raykjavik alone. Dana was suitably grateful to her father, and was physically demonstrative enough that he took Janice into the bedroom for some quality time with his mistress. Dana chuckled -- he was so easy to manipulate. Then she marched off to the computer and secretly changed the date of her second leg of her flight. It took more than half of her hard-saved nest-egg to get herself a full week in Iceland, but by Odin, she was going to play hooky. This meant a much more circumscribed stay -- less money had to last twice as long. She could eat comfortably in the youth hostel without resorting to stealing, and take the bus around the city, but she'd have to carefully ration visits to coffee shops, never eat out, and that package trip to the Golden Triangle was out of the question. But she could live with the restrictions, in return for time when neither parent knew where she was. One other disadvantage of her father finding out was that Iceland Air was tipped to her being a minor. A minor annoyance, though it meant the flight attendants watched her close enough another Mile High seduction was out of the question. Though by the time they landed, the looks the stunningly beautiful stewardess gave her made her think that with a few hours more, she could have gotten some of her. Not that that was too great a loss: Iceland has more than its fair share of stunningly beautiful women -- there would be others. Dana got through customs fine, evaded the attention due to a minor, exchanged her money, and caught a shuttle to the hostel. And then hit the halls running. A year older, a year more experienced, and a year better at targeting passes made a difference. For a couple hours, before the time difference caught up with her and she crashed, Dana managed to almost literally bed hop. Iceland, she thought as she went to sleep to the feeling of having a cute chick eat her out, was fucking wonderful. The next day, she lucked out something wonderful -- she met a quartet of Spaniards who were renting a car to drive the Golden Triangle themselves. For a couple of fucks, they were willing to take her along, especially since she spoke passable Icelandic. Dana spent most of the trip in the back seat, bouncing up and down the cock of whichever guy whose turn she was. Usually that was a fucky bouncing, but the gay man was more interested in a blowjob than pussy. For a trip like this, she could be flexible. Thingvellir was stunning, absolutely gorgeous -- worth finding a private nook in the volcanic rock to fuck in the great outdoors. The Geysir, she didn't see errupt -- she was busy in the back seat when it did. They never made it to Gullfoss -- the men were too tired out from fucking to bother with a waterfall. The next day, Dana hopped downtown to cruise some hotspots -- not to mention to practice her practical Icelandic. She picked up an Icelandic man, who took her to his van for a zipless fuck, and then a girl at the university, who took her back to her apartment (shared with two roommates) for an afternoon of sex and then dinner. All in all, this was delicious in its own way, but Dana was stealing time in Iceland to get royally fucked, not extended flings. So after dinner, she bussed back to the hostel to chase some tail. Pretty good tail, too -- not only did she go a couple rounds with a married couple in a single, but she found a family sharing a quad where the boy, who was her real age, was a scrumptious young screw, and the girl, two years younger, was even tastier. Not that she actually fucked Vera -- just made out -- but Dana was pretty sure she'd get that girl to roll onto her back tomorrow, or the next day at the latest. Dana's third day, she decided to tourist. It was, for once, actually sunny in Reykjavik, and behind the hostel there was a big park with a zoo. If the latter was like other zoos, the animals got visitors feeling animalistic. She wasn't disappointed -- she found a man willing to screw her against a tree near the lions, a pair of young teenage girls (Icelandic girls always seemed to travel in pairs) let Dana dive their muffs in a restroom. They wouldn't do the same for Dana, the prudes, but the heavily pierced young woman who discovered them was. The latter was even polite enough to compliment Dana on her Icelandic, which pleased Dana so much she munched her out a second time. On her way back to the hostel for lunch, she passed through the public campground beside the hostel. She wasn't expecting to find anything, but she was feeling just randy and unsatisfied enough she wouldn't mind being pleasantly surprised. What she found was Olaf. Olafur Magnusson was an artist -- or maybe art student, Dana wasn't entirely clear on this -- from Akureyri, a small city on the north coast. He was in the capital for some sort of art show, and without friends in town with more space than a cramped couch, he was camping -- being an Icelander, he was used to the shirty weather, but being from the north, he cussed it a lot. He was a large man -- a bear, with a bear's beard. He also liked what he saw in Dana. And Dana liked what she saw in him. Within five minutes, she'd gauged Olaf's type -- he liked the young stuff. Given her experiences, she'd met it often enough. He wanted not the young woman of her assumed age, but the girl of her real age. Once she realized this, she dropped her older act. Five minutes later, she flipped up her skirt to flash her bald young pussy at him. He looked at it for a moment, then gestured her into his tent. Inside, she discovered he was even better than hoped for -- for not only was he large, but he had a large cock. Huge, even. And unlike most horse-hung men -- those she'd had, that is -- he had stamina. He could fuck her, come, flip her over, and start fucking again. It was a stamina that verged on priapism. After two hours, Dana had come more times than her entire stay, and was close to chafing. When Olaf realized this, he stood her up, slapped her bare fanny, and sent her back to the hostel to recover. Dana tottered, dazed and delighted, to her dorm room and took a nap. She dreamed of being endlessly fucked and fucked and fucked by an infinite line of Olafs, receding into the distant glacier. She woke up, and knew she was in love. She thought it was love, at any rate. She'd had crushes before, where she would do any- and everything she could to fuck someone, with an obsession bordering on monogamy. She had that now, all right -- but she also wanted more. Yes, she'd do anything to fuck him, but she'd also do anything he wanted. If what he wanted was teenage girls, then by Odin she was going to give him as many as she could. After all, she had a track record of seducing girls stretching from summer camp to that very morning. And she knew one in the hostel right now, ready and waiting to be seduced. Dana found Vera and worked on her for the two hours before her family went off to dinner. This meant screwing her brother, Nigel, so Dana could get Vera alone. And even then it took another hour's seduction to finally get Vera to spread her legs. It was almost worth the wait -- that girl had the sweetest little pussy Dana had tasted in a couple years. Who knew the English had such wonderful young twats? Dana took her time with Vera, thoroughly fucking her from both ends, in the middle, round the side, and up the back. She fucked the girl so hard, Vera was besotted with her. But Dana didn't fuck her completely. While Vera still had stamina left and the spell was still on her, Dana led her out to Olaf's tent. Inside, she had to seduce Vera again, till the girl let Olaf stick his huge cock in her tender young pussy. Once Vera got used to Olaf's cock, he no longer needed Dana's help to keep her seduced, of course -- Olaf's fucking lit up every light in Vera's Christmas tree, whether Dana was there to suck on her pussy or not. Dana was, of course -- sweet young pussy sopping with Olaf's spunk? She was all over it. But the real fucking was Olaf fucking Vera. He'd did her six times over an hour before Vera was completely wrung out. She didn't have Dana's stamina, built from experience. It took a fair bit of work to get Vera back to her room and into bed before her parents caught wind -- and that took screwing her brother yet again. Because Olaf had told her not to come back that night -- he needed his beauty sleep, he said -- Dana wandered the hostel halls a little bit, caught a zipless fuck from a lesbian couple in the showers, then went to bed, tired and satisfied. The next day, her fourth in Iceland, after an hour playing in Olaf's tent, Dana went out into the world to bring him some girl. It was a frustrating morning. The return of rain didn't help. The children's zoo was a bad place to troll, given how young most children were -- usually with parents. Icelanders let children ride the bus alone, but not, apparently, go to the petting zoo. The zoo wasn't much better, though here it was the habit of girls traveling in pairs that did Dana in. Even inviting three young toughs to rape her behind a storage shed didn't take the edge off -- though it hardly counted as rape when she gave the bastards a cheerful "Fuck you!" and they took her at her word. She went back to the hostel for lunch, and Olaf gave her a few tips, including where to try in the nearby residential neighborhoods. Dana had better luck that way -- Dana was able to seduce two separate girls. The older one, she wasn't able to lure back to Olaf's tent -- though the sex itself was a blast -- but the younger, more beautiful one can along as pretty as you please. Vigdis was young enough, actually, that even Dana had some qualms about this -- she certainly wasn't grown enough to take thick Olaf inside her. But Vigdis had a blast getting her nearly hairless pussy finger-fucked by Dana and Olaf. Vigdis especially loved jacking Olaf off, especially when he came all over her naked, pubescent body. And when Olaf wasn't holding back, he could come every couple minutes for an hour, until even he was tapped out. Vigdis wouldn't let Dana lick the delicious spunk off her, either. When Olaf was done, and she was completely covered in tacky white goo, Vigdis made Dana lie down. She rubbed herself all over Dana's body, rubbing off as much spunk as she could, and then licked all that off a squirming Dana. Only then, did Dana get to clean the last of it off the young girl. It was completely and utterly depraved, and Dana loved every minute of it. Exhausted by his efforts, Olaf kicked the girls out. He was snoring before they'd finished zipping his tent closed. Dana was still wound up enough, she was tempted to tup Vigdis again, but the girl had to get home. So Dana went into the hostel and found a pair of Norwegians -- always randy buggers -- to make a sandwich with. That took up a good half hour, and by the time Dana had finished cleaning up and taken the requisite post-anal-sex dump, it was after dinner. She found Vera without having to go through Nigel -- which was good, as his ego at shagging a supposed university girl was getting tiresome -- for some good clean girl-on-girl fun. Vera was disappointed that her Uncle Olaf wasn't available, but she was happy to make do with Dana on her last night in Iceland. The next morning, Dana's last full day in Iceland, she went out bright and early for a starter screw with Olaf, only to find Vera there before her. Worse than being forestalled was being shooed away -- Vera wanted a special goodbye from her Uncle Olaf, and she'd already said goodbye to Cousin Dana last night. This torqued Dana enough, she found a dorm room full of horny Germans and got herself gang-banged. Not that, it turned out, they were any good at it -- incredible drinkers, Germans, but lousy at debauchery. So she was feeling cranky as well as jealous when she went back out to Olaf, only to find him with another girl -- one Dana hadn't seduced for him. Instead, Vigdis had brought her older half-sister, Thorbara, who was not just grown enough to take Olaf's cock but tall enough to take it entirely inside her, which even Dana couldn't do. Dana saw red. She was all set to rip the tent apart and turn Olaf in. Fortunately for Olaf's future career as a child molester, Vigdis knew exactly what to do. She took Dana by the hand and took her home, to a concrete apartment block, where the two girls screwed all day. Dana learned that Vigdis could not only take her mother's slim vibrator (a cool, European-styled one) in her tender pussy, but the medium-sized dildo, the size of an average cock. She just wasn't up to Olaf's monster -- though now that she'd met him, she was trying to stretch her pussy till it could. Dana set to with a will to help, with every finger, tongue, and hand at her command. Thorbara came home in the early afternoon, breaking this off. Dana was all hot to get back to Olaf, but the girl told her he'd gone downtown to the art exhibit. Besides, wouldn't Dana like instead to suck his spunk out of her soggy twat? Put that way, Dana very much wanted to. For the rest of the afternoon, until their mother and her boyfriend were due home, the sisters fucked Dana with Scandinavian thoroughness. Which is how Dana discovered something new: that a slim vibrator in her ass set her off like nothing coming. Her orgasms were so hard and furious, when they were done she could barely stagger back to the hostel under her own power. She crawled into her bunk and fell asleep instantly. Because she went to bed so early, Dana was up early. Not to say before dawn -- in June, the sun rises at 2 am in Reykjavik. But early enough she could pack, take her bedroll out to Olaf's tent (where it got half-soaked on under the insecure protection of his tent fly) and say goodbye to Uncle Olaf herself. He fucked her over royally, too -- two straight hours of nothing but cum. He even knew by then to ream her ass with a couple fingers as he rammed her pussy. There was no way, of course, Dana could take his cock back there -- but two of his large fingers, and she could imagine what it would feel like. Olaf popped her onto the airport shuttle just in time. In a daze, Dana watched the green lava fields pass outside her window, on the road to Keflavik. She'd still seen practically none of Iceland, but she had, she was convinced, seen the best part. She was satisfied enough on this point, that she didn't even accept the pass from the beautiful, sympathetic stewardess -- a hot woman, yes, but not as beautiful as lovely tow-haired Vigdis. She had the email addresses of all four new friends, and started using them as soon as she reached her mother's house. Vera was the most disappointing correspondent -- she just wanted a girlfriend from another country. Away from her sweet pussy, Dana found the younger girl annoying enough that, during her entire stay in England, she oh darn never managed to make it up to Sheffield to visit. Olaf was the most frustrating correspondent -- he rarely wrote, and when he did, he included pictures of his erect cock (which she couldn't have) or his art (which she couldn't understand). Dana gave one photo of his cock to her mother's chauffeur, for his masturbatory fantasies of getting reamed by it. Thorbara was a good correspondent while she lasted, sending Dana not just naked pictures of herself and her sister, but of the two having sex. She even sent one she caught of their mother's boyfriend fucking Vigdis in the ass. Dana gave one of Thorbara being spanked by her sister to her mother's maid, for her lesbian public school masturbatory fantasies, and the one of Vigdis getting it in the ass to the butler, for his pedophilic masturbatory fantasies. But over the summer, Thorbara's interest in Dana waned, and eventually they stopped writing to each other. Vigdis was Dana's best correspondent, sending detailed accounts of all her sexual activities and delighting in reading Dana's in turn. They even coached each other in English and Icelandic, respectively. She sent only one picture. It was her being nearly split open by Olaf's monster cock, taken when he returned to the capitol a couple months later. You could see the bulge the cock made in her lower belly, the fine tuff of cornsilk on her pussy, and the most delightful shit-eating grin on her face. That one, Dana kept for her own masturbatory fantasies. She jilled off to it often. While Olaf didn't write often, he did visit Dana once in America, that Fall. Dana thought she would spend this time with him in the highest height of heaven, but he turned out to be a jerk. Yes, he fucked her senseless, and yes he was pleased with the two girls she brought him. But here in New York, there were many more girls available than in Iceland, enough that Olaf didn't need her help -- and since he wouldn't be there long, he didn't have to be as careful. He even brought other girls back to Dana's bedroom to screw -- and lock Dana out as they went at it. This was bad enough, Dana even went to Carrie, her father's latest cupcake, for a mercy fuck. But worst of all, Olaf spent far more time at New York's museums than fucking -- studying in person what he'd only seen in reproduction. After a week of this, Dana was thoroughly out of love with him -- if what she'd felt really had been love -- and she threw him out of the apartment. And then, because she was feeling so pissy, she gave her father a picture of Carrie being fucked by Olaf, so he'd throw HER out as well. This was because of the mercy fuck -- at 16 about to turn 17, Dana thought she could pretty much seduce anyone she wanted; a mercy fuck, even one she'd asked for, was an insult to her talents. This left her without any Icelandic prospects for the rest of the year, beyond Vigdis's electrons. Which is why she's started planning her next summer's trip eight months in advance. She wants to really do Iceland this time -- all of it. Or as much of it as she physically can. She'll be coming this June. In case anyone there wants to prepare. -END- <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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