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jente (15), in the club 12/10/08 10:33 Katarina delved deep into dancing; and made her body eagerly probe Stein; his reaction was fast and firm – she liked that! And she’d like him in one of the rooms provided upstairs. But - she had to concentrate on Sissel. You promised, girl! She looked around. And saw that this guy was dragging Sissel towards the door – to the rooms; she also saw that Sissel tried to resist. ‘Stein, excuse me,’ Katarina politely said – and rushed through the door. ‘Nei, nei,’ Sissel was crying – when Katarina exploded into the setting. He was tall, very tall and very good looking; did not seem to be a goon, so as a starting point, Katarina was gentle and kind. ‘I’m sure,’ she said softly, ‘that here’s some misunderstanding.’ ‘None of your business,’ he gruffed. ‘This little bitch is just going to have what she begged for!’ ‘You’ll kindly refrain from calling my friend a bitch’, she said quietly, but the threat was sort of understood. ‘Now, if I got it right,’ Katarina went on, ‘She said ‘No!’’ ‘And that means, ‘No!!!’ But - you can have me,’ staring at him with onyxeyes. ‘So, fight or fuck?’ Ready girl! Wind up, girl! Control, girl! Selfcontrol! Somewhat amazed he looked down at her. ‘You think you could fight me, and win?’ he asked. ‘Certainly I think so,’ Katarina answered; ‘I could, I can, and I will if you don’t lay off Sis.’ After half a minute of eyefencing, she sent him a flashsmile. ‘Also I know I can fuck you very good!’ ‘For free?’ he asked scornfully. Selfcontrol!!! Selfcontrol, girl! He’d never know how close he became to be killed in that instant. ‘For fun,’ Katarina answered. With some ice in her voice. ‘So?’ He nodded. ‘Fine, let’s go upstairs,’ he said. ‘Very well, lead the way,’ Katarina said, ‘these girls will follow.’ ‘Me too?’ Sissel whispered. ‘Yes, you too, Sis,’ Katarina hissed back, ‘I want to have you safe. But he’ll not touch you, I promise!’ In a tiny room upstairs only the heavy rhythm of the music could be heard. There was a bed, and in the opposite wall a window with a view to the hills and the stars. ‘Go look out the window, Sis,’ Katarina said, like a mother. And then she put her full attention to the man. Looking him up and down; not bad, actually – at least she’d not disgust this. ‘So,’ she said calmly, ‘I’m Katarina. I’ll do whatever you want – but I insist that you tell me your name first.’ He was Oystein. And did not say what he wanted. But Katarina undressed, slowly; then loosened her longthickdarkhair and turned around in front of him. ‘Will do?’ she asked. He just gulped. She kneeled down in front of him; unzipped his jeans – and his manhood jumped out like a cobra. ‘Hey, that’s good,’ she mumbled and filled her mouth. He was wonderfully hard and the taste was close to the rødspette, just a scent of ocean. Well, plus – in her nose – something like newly cut grass. Perhaps she felt a little shameful that she was beginning to enjoy this. Nonsense, girl! You’re doing it for Sissel, girl! But, since you have to do it - why not enjoy, girl?! Now he was putting fingers around her nose; with her mouth full she could not breathe. A second of panic. Then she remembered, that after all, she could bite. And almost suffocated because of laughing. Next, it became mouthfucking; he was stabbing fast, hard, and deep. But allowing her breath again. She did her best and didn’t gag. It all became a little blurred, things went wild – now she was riding him, sucking him with her warmwet cunt, then she was being fucked hard, her legs lifted high over her head. And, at last he screamed out loud several times, whipping his hot sperm deep into her. And fell down over her, heavily panting. No, she’d not had an orgasm; but it had not been bad, not at all. With a small grin she thought about, that this had been the stage where she’d easily killed her charges – men are so helpless right after good sex. Well, three of them, in Rome there had been no direct sex involved. ‘Was it all right, Oystein?’ she asked. He mumbled something in Norwegian she did not understand, except for something sounding like, ‘fantastisk!’ Then she gently pushed him away, and smiled to him. ‘Could you leave us now, then,’ she asked, ‘and let Sis and me have the room for ourselves for twenty minutes or so?’ With some difficulty he got up; smiled foolishly, nodded; then left them alone. ‘Turn around, Sissel,’ Katarina ordered. ‘We have to – talk!’ Sissel turned around, redfaced and with tears in her eyes. ‘You – Tinka, you let him rape you, for my sake..’ she gulped. ‘Nonsense, Sis,’ Katarina said very calmly, and started to dress. ‘I fucked him for you – there is a huge difference!’ The girls stared at eachother, but it were the silverblueeyes looking down. ‘You went too far, Sis,’ Katarina said while looking in the mirror to rearrange her longthickdarkhar. ‘You see, any woman can seduce any man, but there comes a stage where he can not stop – a stage where a ‘No!’ is impossible, and unfair.’ Then with a sudden yell: ‘You deliver, Sis – or you’re just a trickcunt worse than a whore!’ Hey girl, control girl! Selfcontrol! Katarina took a deep breath. ‘Sorry for that, Sis,’ she said softly with a warm smile in bigbrowneyes. ‘I delivered for you – but I’ll not always be around. And then…’ ‘Yes,’ it came with a very low voice, ‘now I see…’ ‘I’ll make you remember!’ Katarina said gently. ‘Come here, kid – did your mother ever spank you?’ ‘What, why, no?’ ‘Well, I will! Here and now, and severely – you deserve it!’