Chapter 1: Class Trip to Amsterdam

Tom - Narrator

Julia - Tom’s best friend since kindergarten

Aylin - Julia’s best friend and gymnastics teammate

Dörte - The school slut and Aylin’s friend

Klaus - A classmate

Dr. Baltz - Math- and biology teacher

Beate Wilhelmsen - The new student teacher

Brunhilde Trapp, née Mösenlechner - Dörte’s mother

Roswitha Scheuer, née Mösenlechner - Beate’s mother and Brunhilde’s sister

We’ve known each other forever ... we went to preschool together, vacationed on Sylt with her parents or mine, and even later, in high school, we got along as well as ever ... though some things had clearly changed over the years. I discovered jerking off around 13, and the girls in our class started growing the most gorgeous tits ... what a horny time. After school, I could hardly wait to get home and imagine having wild sex with all my female classmates. My parents worked, so I had plenty of time in the afternoons to stroke my cock to my heart’s content. Our class had all kinds of girls ... some already knew how to use their charms, others had no clue, and a few were noticeably shy. Julia was one of them.

We’re in 11th grade now, and Julia is slim, with a cute ass and amazing tits. More than a good aristocratic handful, as my old man would say. Maybe it’s her pale complexion and reddish-blonde hair that make her self-conscious ... I love her pale nose framed by blue eyes and tons of freckles. She, on the other hand, doesn’t, as she keeps telling me. No matter what I say or what compliments I give her. But maybe because we know each other so well, my compliments don’t really land. She dresses conservatively, with buttoned-up blouses and longer skirts, as if she’s got something to hide. But that’s how I’ve always known her. Buttoned-up and very properly raised.

In our free time, we hang out a lot with our clique, and almost all anyone talks about anymore is ... FUCKING ... Sometimes it’s almost comical. When I walk Julia home after our hangouts, she sometimes asks me about it cautiously. I consider myself an open-minded guy, so I smile and usually tell her it’s all normal ... you know, the guys whistling after the girls, staring at their asses or tits...

“How can you use words like that, Tom?”

Handling sex and desire is a big difference between Julia and me. It’s probably the upbringing. My parents raised me very freely, but Julia comes from a strict, conservative, deeply Catholic household, where both parents impose that on their two daughters. That includes buttoned-up clothes, proper language, Sunday church visits, and ... discipline and order were the top priority.

Over the years, Julia and I have really gotten to know each other. She knows I rarely hold back, but she usually interrupts me when I rave too much about my horny jerk-off sessions. Once, though, she asked me...

“What do you think about when you do it?”

I have no secrets from her, so I told her I imagine having sex with all the girls in our class, licking their hot tits, twisting their nipples, and their pretty, freshly shaved pussies...

“Stop, stop, stop, I didn’t want to know all that in detail,” Julia cut in.

“Or do you also watch porn on xHamster?”

“On xHamster?” I asked back. “Where’d you hear that?”

“Oh,” Julia said, “I overheard it on the schoolyard yesterday, when the guys were excitedly showing something on their phones. Someone mentioned ‘xHamster.’ Klaus was apparently bragging about getting off to it daily.”

“You want to know if I watch porn?” I asked Julia. She just nodded...

“Even if you won’t like this again, my cock enjoys it, when I watch pretty girls making big dicks squirt...”

“Stop, that’s enough, I don’t need more,” Julia interrupted.

At the end of 11th grade, we went on a class trip with our math and biology teacher, Dr. Baltz, and the new student teacher, Ms. Wilhelmsen. To save time with a tight schedule, we took an overnight bus to Amsterdam. Julia and I snagged two seats in the second-to-last row on the right, the long back bench claimed by our clique, and Klaus and Dörte settled in next to us across the aisle. Julia’s best friend Aylin sat right in front of us.

At first, the bus was loud, the mood lively. Some of us had clearly had a good amount of alcohol before the trip. Klaus and Dörte next to us were tipsy, and Dörte struggled to keep her big tits from spilling out of her top. Probably on purpose. She had a reputation at school as a slut who’d already been nailed by so many guys. Some cookies got passed around ... we were told the ones with red Smarties were the “special” ones. Our clique quickly grabbed all the red-Smartie cookies, and the bus ride got even more fun. And Dörte got freer ... flirting with Klaus, and, of course, “accidentally” spreading her legs for the clique to see she wasn’t wearing panties again. What a slut, I thought. Here we are on a class trip, enjoying the buzz from the doped cookies, and Dörte’s showing off her shaved pussy. The reactions were loud, even audible up front, where Dr. Baltz sat behind the driver and Ms. Wilhelmsen in the first row by the door. We guessed Ms. Wilhelmsen to be in her late 20s, new to our school for PE and English, probably replacing pregnant Ms. Pohl.

“It’s too loud back there!” Dr. Baltz called in his usual authoritative tone.

Ms. Wilhelmsen took that as her cue and came back to us, just as Klaus tickled Dörte, making her squeal and flinch, not forgetting to flash her juicy pussy, now visibly wet and red. I could tell from Ms. Wilhelmsen’s face she noticed the blatant display but held it together, saying firmly:

“Calm down back here, young horses. We’ve got a busy day tomorrow, so save your energy. First the museum, then a canal tour, and in the evening, a sightseeing tour through the city and...”

“Then you’d better lie back down up front, Ms. Wilhelmsen,” someone called from the back bench.

Loud giggles erupted in the back rows. The front rows only got the cookies with different-colored Smarties. I could see Ms. Wilhelmsen’s chest rise as she took a breath, her breasts straining against her tight shirt. In the dim light, I could make out her nipples. Did seeing Dörte’s bare pussy on the bus turn her on, or why were her nipples so visible?

“I’ll do that now. Good night, everyone,” Ms. Wilhelmsen said, turning and heading back to her seat.

Things calmed down a bit. Most of us felt like me, the cookie making me dead tired. Julia didn’t eat a red-Smartie cookie, but she seemed tired too, resting her head on my shoulder. Dörte cuddled up to Klaus, who’d already closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep. So was the back bench. A quiet settled in, only the diesel engine’s hum audible — our lullaby. When I glanced at Klaus and Dörte again, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Dörte had somehow gotten Klaus’s hard-on out of his pants and was spitting in her right hand to rub his tip. She did it so slowly and sensually, and Klaus let out a pleasured sigh. Dörte brought her mouth to his ear, but the engine was too loud for me to catch a word. Then Klaus went quiet. That seemed to encourage Dörte to spit in her hand again and smear the spit nicely over his tip. What a vixen. Here we are on a class trip to Amsterdam, and Dörte’s jerking off Klaus’s cock in front of everyone. But that seemed to thrill her especially. She’d spread her thighs again, giving me a clear view of her wet pussy she loved to show off.

I could see Julia’s best friend Aylin glancing back at an angle, watching her friend’s naughty nighttime antics. Did it turn Aylin on as much to see Dörte skillfully stroke Klaus’s cock over the tip? Or was it Dörte’s glistening wet pussy that Aylin found so enticing? Like me, she couldn’t look away from Dörte’s hot jerk-off show. I had a raging hard-on in my pants, forced to watch Klaus’s stiff rod get worked so beautifully.

“Like what you see?” Julia suddenly whispered in my ear, pressing her finger to my lips.

I got her signal and just nodded. Dörte’s jerking had picked up speed, and poor Klaus was struggling to enjoy his arousal quietly. She spits in her hand again, louder this time, and strokes his cock along its full length, not forgetting to circle her hand firmly at the tip. My gaze flicks forward to Aylin, and our eyes met. Eyes say more than words. Aylin is caught up in it too, and I can see the lust in her eyes, though they quickly refocuse on Dörte’s vigorous hand. A glance at my shoulder shows Julia still watching too.

Dörte’s pussy is visibly glistening now, her lips thick and red as she eagerly works Klaus’s cock. Her movements slow a bit. She seems to relish jerking off her classmate’s rod in front of the whole class on this bus, not wanting him to cum too soon. Klaus sighs again, deep and grunting, and Dörte hiss something in his ear.

“Okay, okay...” came his short, quiet reply.

Dörte looks over at us, smiles wickedly, glances briefly at Aylin, then picks up her pace again. Aylin seems to understand her friend’s look and hands Dörte a small tube of oil. Dörte opens her hand, and Aylin drips the oil in. What a scene ... Now Dörte is going for it. She whispers something to him, her oily fingers circling his throbbing tip. Her voice is barely audible as she speeds up, clearly readying Klaus’s cock to blow.

But Dörte isn’t done. She whispers again and pulls back with a pout. Klaus opens his eyes briefly, grabs her hand, and guides it back to his rod.

“Should I...” she says a bit too loudly, then whispers, “ ... keep jerking?”

She doesn’t wait for an answer, resuming her furious pace. Klaus clearly hasn’t expected that and seems close. Dörte stops him again.

“Got a tissue?” she asks quietly in our direction.

Julia and I shake our heads, and Aylin doesn’t seem to have one either. Dörte stretches her jerking hand toward Aylin, who promptly drips more oil into it. Aylin has oil ready but no tissue, I thought. Or is my horniness playing tricks on me? What a show. By now, the back row has noticed Dörte’s dirty game and gawk at her skilled jerking. Klaus’s rod is rock-hard and ready to burst. Dörte’s stroking sounds are unmistakable now. Her movements get faster and harder. She’d clearly jerked enough cocks to know exactly when to make one cum. Her strokes are short and firm when she suddenly pulls the curtain aside, and his cock shoots a high arc. Dörte keeps going, her face showing joy and triumph as Klaus’s pulsing rod splatters more thick spurts against the window. Just then, a truck overtakes us, the driver honking loudly at the unexpected sight. Dörte promptly bares her big tits to show the trucker. More honking and cheers from the back. Even the front rows notices, and Ms. Wilhelmsen is heading our way again. I can see Klaus struggling to stuff his still sizable piece back in his pants before she catches on.

“Alright, that’s enough back here,” Ms. Wilhelmsen says in a strained attempt at authority.

She glances at Dörte, a slight smirk on her face.

“Or you’ll miss something tomorrow,” she adds with a hint of irony.

Phew, that was close, I think. But Ms. Wilhelmsen just smiles and heads back up front, as Stefan from our clique calls after her from the back row:

“I’d love to get my hands on your sweet ass too...”

Loud laughter and giggles. My pants are about to burst. I am sure Stefan and I aren’t the only ones with a tent in our trousers. Things calm down, and everyone settles in as best they can on a bus, drifting off to sleep.

Dawn breaks as we arrive in Amsterdam. We hit a small bistro first, fueling up with coffee and rolls. Dr. Baltz urges us to hurry. During the museum tour, I see Julia chatting animatedly with Aylin. They seem more caught up in their conversation than the paintings. Julia and Aylin know each other from gymnastics. Julia starts as a kid and now competes at national and international tournaments with wildcards. Aylin joined the club a few years ago when she arrived in our class, becoming Julia’s best friend. I’d tagged along a few times on weekends to their tournaments. Not my sport, but I admire the body control the girls have. And what power little Aylin packs! A tiny Turkish dynamo! You wouldn’t guess her strength from her petite, graceful frame.

Their gestures show they are debating something. But they seem to resolve it, both smiling, Aylin hugging Julia and tossing me a look. I’d love to know what they were talking about.

By noon, after a quick market snack, Dr. Baltz dragg us to more sights. I, meanwhile, only have eyes for the hot tits and cute asses of our class. I’d have loved to sneak off and jerk my hard-on properly. Last night’s scene flashed back — Dörte making Klaus’s cock shoot hard. I’d have gladly lent her mine. I’d love to feel a girl really get me off. Dörte clearly knows how. That was obvious last night. She might not be a genius, but she sure knows how to jerk a cock.

My pants start throbbing again. Suddenly, Julia link arms with me.

“Guess what?” she laughs.

“I heard from Aylin that Dörte and Ms. Wilhelmsen talked, and Ms. Wilhelmsen said she and Dr. Baltz are planning a late-night tour of the city and Amsterdam’s red-light district for us. You’ll love that, right?” Julia laughs.

“Really? I wouldn’t have thought Dr. Baltz was that open-minded, but maybe the new student teacher’s loosening him up?” I reply.

“What do you think of her, Tom?”

“Who, Ms. Wilhelmsen?” I ask.

“Yeah, Ms. Wilhelmsen. Will you think of her next time you have one of those afternoons tending to your best piece?”

“Ah, now I get it,” I chuckle. “What a thrilling thought!” I laugh.

“You jerk, anything with big breasts, and you can’t help yourself, huh?” she shoots back, indignant.

After a packed day, our first day in Amsterdam wound down. Dr. Baltz arranges a canal tour, and we cruise the city. Julia, Aylin, and I tuck into a semi-secluded corner. Julia sits on one side of me, Aylin on the other, puffing a cigarette and gazing at the evening sky.

“Tooooooooom...?”

Whenever she says my name like that, it’s never good.

“What do you want?” I smile.

“Last night, we all saw what Dörte got up to again,” Julia said softly.

A pause. I sense she isn’t sure how to phrase it.

“Would you have wanted her to do that to you?”

I was thrown, especially with Aylin sitting there. Even though the two spent almost every weekend at tournaments, and I trust Aylin to a degree, it feels odd for Julia to bring this up with someone else present. But it isn’t just anyone — it is her best friend.