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And they say travel broadens the mind.

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Iceland
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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.


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