have used a teacher’s cunt, my friends’ mother’s cunts, not least Jonny’s mother’s cunt and my aunt’s cunt, which I could vaguely remember from my early childhood. Even my mum’s was considered, providing I didn’t know it was hers, which I couldn’t, as I had never seen it. Insensitive to pricks from pine needles and dry twigs I took another couple of steps towards them while I wanked off. When they saw what I was doing and that I had no intention of stopping, they lay on their fronts glaring at me. Perhaps they thought their staring would drive me away, but it didn’t, and when my orgasm came and I experienced that burst of intense pleasure mixed with an equally intense feeling of shame and fear, one of them stood up. – What do you think you are doing? Semen squirted, but they were now over the first shock and both on their feet. To my horror I now saw that these were not just two unknown women in the woods at Bygdøy. One raised her arm and pointed at me, while the possible consequences of this chance encounter exploded in my head. – You there! she shouted as I crouched low and made off at top speed. Then I trod on something sharp. The pain shot through my heel, but I didn’t stop. I was terrified that the domestic science teachers were following me. They could catch me and notify the police. I must be mad. Only a mad person would do what I had just done. I had become a piss-wanker and would end up in a madhouse. It was just a matter of time. 67
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