The Ride Northbound

A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away — —

I implemented my plan to go to Amsterdam by moped this summer, and mostly gondolaed north along the German motorways. Only rarely did the Autobahnpolice stop me and urged me to use the bike path. After a few minutes, however, I was back on the safe motorway, where no cyclists were guaranteed to come my way. At some point I passed the Dutch border and drove the nose after, northward of a well‐developed country road along. Whistling loudly or warbling, I reeled off kilometer after kilometer in the blazing sunshine when I caught sight of her.

There, standing on the side of the country road just outside Apeldoorn, was a young light blonde girl in a breezy summer dress that accentuated her plump, buxom curves, a small bag over her shoulder. I stopped, rattling, and turned off the engine, wanting to ask her for directions, because on my map of Europe with Germany's main highway routes, Holland was only a little three–centimeter–sausage. Her round, friendly face beamed and she gladly gave me information. In Dutch. Now began a cheerful competition, who understood what, who said what – German, Dutch and bumpy English.

The result was that she wanted to ride in the back, via Apeldoorn to just before Sneek. There, I only had to drive over the "afslotdeik" directly to Amsterdam, directly and straight ahead. Quite simple, and yes, she knew the route to Sneek. I immediately and enthusiastically made the wrong decision, unaware of what the detour meant in kilometers and hours. Who was she, I asked, after pointing to my chest and introducing myself as Jack, from Oostenrijk. She dabbed with a finger on her plump chest, Caroline – preferring "Caro" and with her fingers that she was 17. After mounting, I indicated that she should tuck her skirt under her thighs, because of the driving wind. From a distance, it must have looked pretty unseemly as I stuffed the skirt between her thighs. Unseemly it also looked when she squatted down in the pee breaks, flipped up the skirt and I curiously looked at her round, bare buttocks.

While I cast a glance at Caro's bare legs and thighs in the rearview mirror more often, the clouds rolling in from behind escaped my attention. The rain catches us by surprise and I look for a refuge. At the end of the village Bant near Emmelord I finally see a farmhouse, I drive to it and we put ourselves, completely soaked, under the overhanging large roof.

After a while the door opens, a really–ancient old man with a walking cane sticks his head out. Caro chattering away, they talk very long and I understand at the end only thank you, Caro says "dank–ü!", and he shuffles back inside. Caro translates with hands and feet, we can wait in the barn next door for the end of the rain storm in the dry or even spend the night if we wanted, because it would still rain all night, the old man knew for sure. I push the moped into the barn, we sit down on hay bales and wait in silence, soaking wet. The minutes pass agonizingly slowly.

The barn door was opened with a trembling hand, shuffling the good‐natured old man brought us a thick blanket and pointed with his head at our soaked clothes. Then he pointed with his walking cane to a spot lined with straw and chatted briefly with Caro, then he grumbled "wellte röschte" and shuffled out. I said aloud my "dank–ü!", closed the door behind him and turned around. Although it was now a little darker in the barn, it hit me like a blow because Caro was hanging her wet dress over a beam along with her wet underpants. She did not have a bra, I knew that even before she had climbed on the moped.

She was naked, totally–naked!

She was completely unabashed and spread the blanket, then pointed and hissed something until I understood. More shamefaced than the most chaste of virgins in the Convent of the Most Holy Virginity, I took off my soaking wet clothes and hung them next to Caro's. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that she was obviously appraising my nakedness. As I walked toward her, her curious gaze rested on my cock, which was dangling from the cold. I stopped and held her gaze for minutes as I regarded her as well.

She had the pretty, childish–delicate face of a fifteen year old and surprisingly firm, not too big breasts with very nice little nipples for such a young girl. Her breasts were really nice, gently rounded and reminiscent of the beautiful virginal breasts of ancient Roman sculptures, not saggy and drooping as I knew them from my previous first attempts with mature women. Despite her narrow waist, she had nice, flared (inviting?) hips, her belly button hid in a little dimple, and she had nicely curved legs. Although, on her butt and thighs she had a bit of flab, but that was unimportant, the important stuff was between them.

Under the obviously recently sprouting curly golden pubic hair, I saw the roundness of the pubic mound with the small slit partially hidden in the clearly raised, beautifully curved pubic mound. She offered her body completely unselfconsciously to be looked at, well aware of her own beauty, and I eagerly absorbed her erotic, very childlike nudity. She nodded, as if to affirm a question never asked, and pointed to the blanket, we would have to crawl under it, because of the cold. And we crawled.

Slowly my shameful fear of the unknown subsided after we lay down on the blanket and she pulled its remaining width over herself and me. My ass was half peeking out and I was freezing pathetically. Caro groped over my butt and pulled me to her until we were lying tightly embraced, but in the dry.

Just to clarify: I was then shortly before my 18th birthday, I also believed to know at least theoretically everything about women, and I had already had sex once, at night behind the bush. Two small, insignificant details, however, I did not know at that time: firstly, that girls have a clitoris and secondly, that they could orgasm. My soul, at that time behind the bush, immediately after I had ejaculated prematurely into the vagina of an about 45 years old, we dressed hastily and plagued by remorse and went our ways. Clit, masturbation, orgasm? No idea! Contraception? Not a clue. ‐ But now back to the barn.

We lay closely entwined like lovers very close together, naked to naked in the darkness of the barn. Caro's head rested on my left arm, I put my right one on her back first, but Caro gently but firmly pushed it onto her buttocks cheek. Her hands rested on my chest. The minutes passed and we both slowly became warm. Suddenly I felt Caro's lips on mine, her tongue made its way into my mouth. As a matter of course, we tongued and I soon felt a familiar tugging in my abdomen.

Slowly we warmed up, it was getting hot under the covers. My cock initially rested innocently soft on her pubic mound, but stiffened more and more and now really stabbed against her pubic mound. I understood nothing of Caro's whispers and said only "Yes, yes". We kissed again in fierce infight, then she buried her face against my neck. She continued kissing and whispering softly, her hand slowly moving south until it reached my cock. Very tenderly and sweetly she palpated it, circling curiously. I closed with my life and surrendered to fate. She whispered and whispered, in between nodding her head and saying yes, yes, yes.

The groping turned into soft, gentle stroking, I didn't understand a word of her whispering, but she knew a thing or two about a hard‐on. I could have bet that she was certainly much, much younger than 17, but she masturbated me as professionally and routinely as the mature women of my earlier, unsuccessful attempts to get laid. She didn't masturbate very long before I squirted pleasantly on her belly and she continued to rub gently until it all squirted out. The slime she simply smeared on her belly.

We lay there quietly for a long time, murmuring and whispering, and I understood that it was nothing special for her to masturbate a cock. I tried hard to understand everything, that she had been doing it for a long time, because "in our country" it was quite normal for girls to masturbate their buddies and friends. Of course, not all of them. But "pijpen" (whistle?), she didn't like that at all and explained in sign language what that meant, driving the blush of shame into my face. Until now I didn't know anything about squirting in the mouth.

But many of her friends did it and blew the cocks. With childish–naive candor, she described that they usually met in an old building that had fallen into disrepair and smoked, drank and listened to cassette recorder music. New or old couples would form, and if anyone felt like it, the guys would let their girls masturbate them or they would – she teasingly poked her index finger several times through the circle she formed with her fingers and grinned. What, fucking, in front of everyone?! Yeah, sure, there was nothing to it! I said I didn't know it like that, it wasn't like that with us in Austria.

She was amazed and told with some pride that she had a secret competition with her best girlfriend, who masturbated and fucked the most guys, Caro explained again in sign language. Still the girlfriend led, but she did what she could. I asked Caro again if she really did it in front of everyone? Yes, she said, she liked it very much when some watched her finger–in–the circle. In her face, not a trace of showing off or lying, just childish–innocent pride.

We whispered and whispered about these things for quite a long time. She described in detail, supported with sign language, the boys one by one, one had such a big cock, but could not as often as the one with the little cock. By the way, he was the favorite of all the girls and could do it often, especially with her best friend. Laughing, Caro described her big jiggling breasts and the big hole down there, shaking with laughter during the pantomime. As if casually, she reached for my cock, which had already become more than semi‐stiff during her tales, stroking and rubbing. She didn't need long to masturbate, then he became firm again (thanks to long training).

She pushed me and the blanket a little to the side, spreading her thighs and confusing me with her whispers. Gestures and hand movements made it clear what I had to do.

Fingers–in–circle.

I stared at her face in the dim light, she smiled sweetly and communicated with me. No, she wanted and she could fuck, finger–in the–circle, "Caro not little girl, Caro can and wants it!", she has done it many times and she liked it very much. Finger–in–circle. I knew she really wanted it. She grabbed my cock and masturbated vigorously until it was rock hard. Then she gestured for me to do it. Go ahead, it sounded almost German.

So I get up, kneel between her thighs, she grabs the stiffy and directs it energetically but gently into the vagina. How good that did, her warm wet pussy! Without hesitation we fuck off, I see in the dim light her face smiling and hear her panting harder and harder and take that as a good sign. She pulls my face to her cheek and then holds onto my bobbing butt, breathing very hard and slides a hand between us. I don't know what she's doing down there, but I can feel her wriggling and also that she's pinching her vagina tightly a few times. She whispers "ooh, enough!" but it's not enough and I fuck and squirt, pouring into her vagina in bumps. Tired, I fall over and try to catch my breath.

Caro leans on one arm and keeps kissing my face. Then she whispers, that is "neuken" (sounds like nööiken), and we have well geneukt! I smile at her and confirm "was great, the neuken!" After some time, when we had calmed down again, I asked, plagued by uncertainty, if nothing could happen. Laboriously and awkwardly, I explained if she was getting pregnant. With wide, astonished eyes, she said, "Baby? No, not a baby," she laughed and shook with amusement. No, she counted the days very carefully, there is certainly, quite "zeker" no baby. When I asked if she wanted any, she shook her head and indicated, later, maybe.

I look at my wristwatch, it's late in the afternoon and I'm hungry. I gesture to her and ask, "Food? Do you like to eat?". She nods affirmatively and I dig bread, cold cuts and orange juice out of my saddlebag. I serve on the blanket and we sit cross‐legged across from each other, eating and drinking as the rain pelts relentlessly on the barn roof.

Suddenly I have to pee and go to the corner of the barn, let it run. Caro has joined me and squats down. I cast a shy glance at the little fountain splashing between her thighs. Then I stow away the food and sit down again, smoke a cigarette and stare between her thighs in the dim light, trying in vain to make out more than just shadowy shadows. I light the second cigarette, though she whispers and hints that smoking in the barn is stupid, I let the flame burn longer and catch a brief glimpse between her thighs, only to be disappointed to find that only a sparse bush and a tiny crevice are visible between her thighs, but only dimly. Despite the poor visibility, my thoughts circle right into he cunt and my cock stirs, beginning to stiffen.

Caro wakes me from my lost‐in‐thought stare and points excitedly at my hard‐on. "Ooh! Neuken?" Without waiting for an answer, she lies down on her back and spreads her thighs, smiling sweetly and beckoning for me to come. "Neuken!" As I kneel down between her thighs, she grabs my cock and rubs vigorously until it's completely hard.

I penetrate her vagina very gently and begin to fuck her vigorously. I'm almost there, but have to pause briefly. Caro smiles and asks something, but I understand only hond, dog? She pulls my cock very carefully from her vagina, so that it does not break and turns around, on all fours, and stretches her round ass towards me. I understand, doggystyle, I read it somewhere. She slides a hand between her thighs and waves impatiently. I stretch my hard‐on in front of her, which she inserts very easily and gently. I fuck the first time doggystyle!

Soon I hear her breathing heavily and interpret it as a good sign. Suddenly notice that she sometimes pushes against my cock with her fingers. When she is already breathing very violently and intermittently, I have to squirt and suddenly her whole body starts to shake. When my squirting stops, I get stuck inside her as her vagina keeps working and pumping until she gasps "ooooh, enough!" and slowly pulls my cock out. Her beaming smile slowly makes me realize that this wriggling and pumping is the expression of her supreme pleasure in fucking.

We lie still for a long time, gasping for air, in a loving embrace. When we are totally relaxed, she whispers and tells quite a lot, but I do not understand anything, maybe a few times "neuken" and "masturbate", but to this day I have no idea what she reveals whispering. In between I ask "neuken good?" and she hugs and kisses me, so I do not need another answer and doze off.

I mean to have dozed for only a few minutes when I awaken to Caro gently touching my cock. She smiles broadly and nudges it. He is getting hard again, she keeps poking him to watch him grow. Soon she reaches out and strokes it for a long time, masturbating it faster and faster until it's hard again. She tells me to stay on my back. Caro climbs on top of me and puts the stiffy in herself. She fucks me with fast movements, her pelvis rotates in between and she whispers "neuken good!" I find this fucking very pleasant.

She wets a finger on her lips and puts them on her pubic mound, where she seems to fidget with them. She fucks me with strong thrusts and gets more and more into a frenzy herself, her breathing faster and faster, her fingers nestle restlessly in her pubic hair and with a loud gasp she lets herself sink forward, whispers "ooooh, oooh, enough!" and stays twitching on my chest. After a few moments she straightens up and looks at me questioningly. She points at my stiff cock and goes "pfft, pfft" until I understand. No, I haven't cum yet, shaking my head.

She clambers down and willingly lies on her back, thighs spread wide. "Come, neuken!" she commands, but she smiles, with laughing eyes she whispers "good neuken!". I penetrate in missionary position without her jerking me off first. Already at the penetration she draws in the air, I fuck off, but shortly after she groans and moans, shaken by twitches, "ooooh, ooooh, enough!". I ask if I should stop, but she shakes her head and whispers, "neuken! Good neuken!" So I fuck again, and after half an eternity I come, but my squirting is only short and unproductive. Finished, off, nothing more goes. Exhausted I sink next to her.

It's only half past five, outside it's still getting darker and the rain continues to pelt down relentlessly. Caro seems to intuitively sense that I'm knocked out and presses up against me to warm me. She kisses my face, my neck, and caresses my chest. She repeats a couple of times "neuken was good, very good!", the "good" sounding very guttural, like "chudd". I look at her lovely, beautiful face and see in her eyes that it is far from bedtime.

Caro kisses and caresses me, opens her thighs wide and leads with one hand mine to her pubic mound. There she rests for a while until I overcautiously tickle the small, fluffy tuft. Did I do something wrong?! Caro nibbles my neck with her lips, her breathing shallow. She slowly spreads her thighs several times and lifts her bottom slightly until my fingers slide lower on their own. My hand, dumber than Parzifal, does not know what the question is to redeem Amfortas. The fingers caress disoriented her inner thighs, cowardly and ignorant they touch the warm labia, groping feel the moist cleft and then back to the start. For a quarter of an hour we kiss, but she wiggles impatiently, I should not stop stroking. Parzifal obeys in wonder. She wants it that way. The ignorant fingers caress the labia, caress the hole and again the labia. Caro enjoys it, but I am glad to have a longer break.

The quarters turn into hours, we caress, kiss and fondle to our hearts' content. Sir Parzifal is still wandering in the unknown terrain, Caro with gently nudging pubic mound emphatically asks Sir Parzifal's sometimes flagging hand to continue caressing. And as we know, he wandered for years in foreign lands. Caro keeps furtively stroking my cock, checking its stiffness. But it remains a semi‐stiff one, I want it that way. She kisses and licks my ear very tenderly, presses her soft, full lips to my ear and whispers softly and seductively: "I want neuken, neuken is good!" and breathes countless kisses and foreign‐sounding words of love into my ear. It must be, I can feel it.

I croak hoarsely, "Am not a machine! You have to masturbate me to make it stiff again". She understands me right away, nods and repeats, "Masturbate! Yes! Stiff, neuken!" and buries her face against my neck. She grips the semi‐stiffy and begins again, whispering softly her long, incomprehensible confession. I sense she is confiding very, very big secrets to me, because her whispering breaks off before she continues whispering hoarsely with excitement and continues masturbating me. Perhaps she talks about sins in thought, word or deed, or sins with her former lovers. I wish I could understand even one word, comprehend her sinful or filthy thoughts, her sinful desires and young‐girl desires. I feel it must be many small, outrageously horny sins, because sometimes her masturbating hand falters with excitement before continuing. I am grateful that our culture had invented sin.

My semi‐stiffy remains true to its name, even when she whispers "Want neuken!" in my ear at the end of her confession. My shoulder shrug she understands correctly and straightens up, resolutely she embraces my cock, routinely and knowingly she masturbates, concentrating silently until he stands properly again. By now it is completely dark, but I can tell from her movements that she lies down on her back and, guiding me by my cock through the darkness, she leads me between her thighs.

As gently as I can I penetrate, her hand guides the tip of my cock, then she embraces me with both arms. I put my forehead on her shoulder and start to fuck slowly but forcefully. Gradually her breathing quickens, excitedly she grips my buttocks with both hands and dictates to my bottom how fast I should fuck. As she takes gasping breaths and her abdomen pumps involuntarily, she whispers her mantra "oooh, enough!" I whisper, isn't it good? – "Yes, all good, neuken seeehr chuud, I want more neuken!" and punctuates it with thrusting abdomen.

Cheering each other on, we fuck until I spurt thrusting, but only very briefly. She sighs, holding my butt cheeks and not letting me out. I say, masturbate me! But she shakes her head vigorously and moves, with my three‐quarter stiffy in her vagina. Slowly and steadily she fucks me, and as he begins to stiffen, I feel against my cheek that she nods affirmatively and whispers, "Yes, come stiff! Come stiff! Then neuken!" I nod and let her fuck me for a very long time.

Soon I also feel the excitement and we continue fucking together. Caro gasps with effort and arousal as I rebel and squirt. She has clung to my buttocks and stops fucking only when she and her vagina pump violently. She lets go of me and I sink down on the blanket next to her and breathlessly moan, "I can't take it anymore!" Her twitching subsides and she hugs and kisses me hard. "Jack, you very good" she mumbles, as German as she can, we kiss for quite a while. I turn around later and say "Good night!" She snuggles up to me tightly from behind and tucks us both in properly. "Good night!"

I am awakened by Caro's violent fidgeting and her twitching body. Why is she fidgeting, now! Half past four, the sun brightens the barn a little. Caro presses a hand on her throbbing pubic, looks over at me and smiles, "Is stiff!" My morning wood, after all. "Come on, neuken! Quick neuken, still quite hot!", which I do not quite understand, what was hot? She grabs me, pulling me impatiently to her. Caro looks at me smiling, with wet–hot look, "Caro still quite hot!" and I kneel down obediently, my morning wood is board hard, and I bend over her to fulfill her "still quite hot"–wish.

Caro's hand pushes first the tip of the cock, then the whole cock into her warm, slightly pulsating vagina. I fuck in push‐up–position, she holds on to my butt cheeks and we look into each other's eyes laughing. After only a few seconds I feel her arousal, her breathing becomes fast and she gasps "is good, neuken is goood!" before closing her eyes and getting her convulsions with distorted facial features. I keep fucking her non‐stop, but after less than half a minute of fucking, Caro gasps and jerks again, closing her eyes and twitching and pumping and I have to squirt instantly, squirting in bursts right in the middle of her pumping. "Ooooh, enough!" she breathes, looking at me with her brightest smile.

I remain sitting on my heels and can finally look at her naked cunt in daylight. She opens her thighs wide and willingly when she sees my looking and shows her cunt without any shame, smiling understandingly and full of childish pride. Under the soft blond fluff I look at her thickly swollen labia and the reddened wide open hole, looking really long and imagining that the pubic hole is still throbbing a bit from fucking. I reach out my hand and touch her reddened hole, Caro asks something and Sir Parzifal stutters "Beautiful, beautiful!" and is caught looking sinfully–horny. Exhausted I sink onto the blanket, we lie exhausted and gasping for air next to each other.

"Gotta pee," I say, Caro gets up together with me and we go to the pee corner. Caro watches me smiling as I hold the semi‐stiffy with two fingers and aim my stream at the barn wall. When I'm done, I turn to her and she squats down, and I do the same. "Ahhh, kijken!" she says smiling, meaning I would like to watch it, "kijk mar!". She pulls her labia aside with both hands and opens her thighs so I can "kijken". The fountain gushes from somewhere above her red hole and soon ebbs away. Then she sticks a finger in her hole and puffs a little, pulls it out and a little of my thick, viscous semen drips out. We go back and I prepare breakfast.

After breakfast, I put the meager leftovers in the saddlebag, we sit cross‐legged across from each other, and I smoke. My gaze is fixed and unquenchably curious on her pubic as I smoke. With a sad face, Caro asks, "We're leaving? Drive? " I nod in the affirmative and light a second cigarette because I, too, am sad. She looks at me with a steady gaze and breathes, "Another neuken, then drive!" After a long pause, I say, "Masturbate, neuken, drive." She nods affirmatively and as soon as I finish my cigarette, she murmurs, "Masturbate!" and strolls over to me.

I lean back and she grips my cock and leans her head against my neck. She masturbates me with slow but energetic movements, whispering her lustful sins in my ear, the little ones and – sighs – the bad, sinful thoughts and memories of nice sins – sighs again – and all sins. She checks the stiffness in between and then, whispering the sins of secret masturbation and rubs on.

When he is almost stiff, she bends over him and masturbates me silently, with a highly concentrated expression on her face. Then at some point she is satisfied, lets go of him and lies down on her back. She spreads her thighs and asks childishly–naively, "Kijken?" I nod affirmatively, kneel in front of her and kijke, slowly masturbating. Caro pulls her labia apart and demands, "Neuken! Neuken!" I grin and bend over, in a push‐up position I lean my cheek against hers and begin to fuck her.

I increase my thrusting and listen to her breathing, feel her counter thrusts and fuck her very devotedly. She stiffens and murmurs, "neuken good, very good!" before she starts pumping, jerking up, in the middle of my own climax. I immediately pour out, squirting as hard as I can, though little comes out. As her pumping dies down, she whispers, "oooooh, enough!"

As we lie side by side, happy, sweaty and breathing heavily, she whispers very, very sadly, "Drive?" For one tiny little moment I consider, really consider, spending the entire vacation days in this goddamn barn fucking, fucking with this wonderful, young, pretty, and much more experienced girl. I give myself a jolt and nod. "Drive!" but she's noticed my tiny little hesitation and smiles again. She hugs me tightly and whispers next to my ear, "Neuken gut, Jack! dank–je, prima!"

We are dressed in a few minutes, I push the moped out and Caro knocks at the farmhouse. When the old man opens, she returns the carefully folded blanket, she thanks him profusely and gives him her best smile. I honk from the moped and call twice "Dank–ü!", Caro gets on and we roar on in the beautiful sunshine, about an hour later she calls out to me, "Sneek!" and points to the town ahead.

Shortly before the city she calls, Stop! I stop and turn off the engine, she gets off and straightens her wrinkled dress. I jack up the moped, we stand there indecisively. Then she points to the city, shows a traffic circle and says, there's a sign Afsluitdijk, Amsterdam. There, straight ahead to Amsterdam, directly, ready. I nod that I understood, then we just stand there. She points to a small dirt road and says "Mama, Papa, Oom Piet." Oom Piet rings a bell, it came up a lot in her confessions, didn't it? I step towards her and hug her, with all my heart. A kiss, then another and another very deep French kiss, we almost can not tear ourselves away from this embrace. I give myself a jolt and get on the moped. With tears in her eyes she says: "Thank–you," I repeat it twice and start, because it chokes me in the throat. I start and roar tear‐blind to Sneek, find the traffic circle and the right turn.

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Amsterdam, here I come!

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