All language subtitles for Blow the Horn

COME BLOW THE HORN!

Oh, you!

Mom, I'm going to see Monika now.

- Bye, mom.
- Bye.

Tell her not to be too outspoken.

- And don't get your dress dirty.
- Okay.

They have lived in Africa for three years as missionaries.

- In other words: a boring evening.
- No, he actually looks pretty good.

Not too old either.

But he is a missionary. And a missionary only uses his dick for pissing.

- Sex is the only thing on your mind.
- We, the Sami, are hot-blooded.

I probably inherited my horniness from my real mother.

Who left me to Mrs. Skoglund when I was a newborn.

Why do you tell so many lies?

Why do you think mother left me to Mrs. Skoglund?

She was a Sami princess. She had lots of lovers. She was displaced by her tribe.

Monika, you know you're not Sami.

How do you know? You can't even know who your father is.

Anyway, mother left me with Mrs. Skoglund.

You just made that up. I haven't heard that before.

And you must not tell lies when Mrs. Johansson is listening.

In any case, she might have been Sami.

Mr. Hansson, we are having guests for dinner.

Mr and Mrs Johansson. Do you want to eat some cheese and herring with us?

Thank you.

Yes, take it easy, girl. She also wants to be milked.

But she wants to decide when and how.

When I bathe in this tub, I think of when we were 10-11 years old.

We used to play that we were the wives of an attractive sultan. Do you remember?

Yes, in his harem. God, I haven't thought of that for a long time.

I have.

We washed each other in this tub.

And we hoped he would pick one of us for the night.

How silly we were!

And the only time he chose one of us

was when your cousin Tore was visiting your mother with his mother.

If I remember correctly, I was always the favorite.

You were good at caressing and cuddling. But it was always me he fucked.

You would stand and watch with wide eyes.

Come and wash my back.

You didn't fuck him once.

When he had come several times in me and his cock was flaccid,

you complained that I had fucked him too long.

So that there was nothing left for you. That was sure nice!

Not once did you fuck him.

He is my cousin.

And by the way, you never complained.

Of course not, he was great.

I remember you used to kiss his wet sticky little dick.

And you put his glans between your lips

and tickled that little hole with your tongue.

- When we had finished fucking.
- I didn't!

You sure did, all the time. He was your cousin,

But what is the difference between fucking and sucking cock?

I never sucked him.

Then it was probably because you thought he tasted like me.

Remember when we borrowed grandma's clothes?

- From when she was 11-12 years old.
- I still have those old clothes.

- Do you? I didn't know that.
- Look in the bureau over there.

Yes.

- You never said that.
- You never asked.

Now come and rinse me off.

Monika, where did you find that horn?

I told you. In a Viking grave.

Monika, you don't open old graves do you?

It was in the moss. It took a month to remove all the soil.

There is plenty of soil left.

It's a secret. It's Dor-Erik's horn.

Why do you lie so much?

I have tried it. On the cows.

And they started walking backwards.

Then they lifted their tails and peed, like they do before they fuck.

They went straight to the nearest bull or bull calf.

You wouldn't believe how they mooed.

You can't blow it. There's too much rust.

- Do you know what happens if I blow it?
- No.

You will want to fuck a male creature. It doesn't matter if it's a bull calf.

And every single woman will do the same. Your mother, the missionary, everyone.

You can imagine the roaring and mooing!

You talk so much crap.

Monika... Stop.

Because you get horny. Haha, because you get horny.

Nonsense! My ears hurt.

Then why do you have your hand on your pussy?

If only they would stop blowing that horn. I can't think.

Horn? I don't hear anything. Maybe it's something that attracts their cattle.

I don't have time for such nonsense on a Sunday afternoon.

Besides, I have guests for dinner.

It's always a sin when you fuck after church.

Monika, stop blowing your horn.

- It makes you horny, huh?
- It doesn't affect me at all.

You have goosebumps. I can see that.

Your nipples must be rock hard.

- Not at all.
- Can I feel?

Good God, don't touch me!

Your little pussy must be soaking wet by now.

Oh, how wonderful it is to touch your cock!

Oh, a little harder now!

Your pussy was completely wet from the horn's music.

My...? Your damn horn has nothing to do with my pussy.

So the horn has nothing to do with your pussy?

I'm sure your mother heard it. Right now she's fucking Olle.

Mom would never do anything like that.

She hasn't slept with anyone since dad died.

So your mom hasn't fucked for ten years? You can talk crap too.

So, am I talking crap?

You with your cursed horn! That's the worst crap I've ever heard.

So you don't think your mom is fucking?

Why do you think so many guys visit the farm?

Shall I mention a few?

Inge Pettersson, Erik Magnusson, the 15-year-old from the grocery store,

and Per and...

- You're disgusting!
- She fucks them all.

Damn you! Mom would never do anything like that.

She invites them to teach them how to read.

But you don't understand that.

I will never forgive you for what you said about mom.

And Monika, don't forget, half past four. And try to behave.

Bye then.

Look, a horn! It must be antique.

Yes, my mother's grandfather found it.

We don't know how old it is, but Monika has found a really old one.

Yes, right by a Viking grave over there.

It was probably used by the village priestess

when Dor-Erik the Bold returned from his raid.

Dor-Erik the Bold?

According to the legend, Dor-Erik was a Viking chieftain.

His village was near here.

There is a legend. When Dor-Erik and his men were on a raid,

one of Freya's priestesses would wait until he returned, on a hill by the lake.

When she saw them coming, she would take a horn and blow into it.

This meant that the women of the village would prepare to receive their husbands.

- At least that's what the fairy tale says.
- It's not a fairy tale.

Then it's a legend.

The sound of the horn sent the women into sexual ecstasy.

The women had been without their husbands for a long time.

The priestess blew the horn until the women were crazy with desire.

When the men returned,

they threw themselves over the nearest man and had sexual intercourse with him.

Didn't every woman try to take her own husband?

No, they took the first one they met.

It didn't matter who it was: Brother, cousin, nephew, neighbor...

- It didn't matter.
- Like animals?

- Yes.
- Do you know this legend?

Yeah, I've heard it a couple of times and I think it's crazy.

The story of the chief is true. But the horn I don't know about.

It is just as true as any of the stories in the Bible.

Speaking of stories:

Agneta and Björn are writing a book about their experiences in Africa.

They have let me read the first draft.

Of course to hear your opinion. We are missionaries, not writers.

We want expert advice.

- I'm hardly an expert.
- You review books in the newspaper.

You teach children grammar and teach children to read too, in your spare time.

Like a missionary.

Yes, we missionaries do that in underdeveloped countries.

Where people believe in magical horns.

Here is one of the most wonderful places.

Yes, the Viking graves are not far from here.

God feels very close.

Yes, and the scent of all the flowers of midsummer.

Isn't that romantic?

Even more romantic than we thought.

Romantic? You mean erotic, right?

The air is filled with sex this time of year. The season of lovemaking.

And caressing, and seducing.

- Is sex the only thing on her mind?
- I told you she's the village heathen.

You better watch out tonight. Maybe I will blow Dor-Erik's horn.

And every single woman

who hears it will run wild with a desire that knows no bounds.

- It's late.
- Yes. It's getting late. We're going.

- Thank you for tonight.
- Thanks, bye.

- I should probably go.
- See you tomorrow.

Thanks for tonight, Maud.

- Good night then.
- Good night.

It was a nice evening, wasn't it?

Yes, the summer nights in the hills by my cabin,

are sometimes so wonderful that I refuse to go to bed.

I become enchanted.

Yes, they are, mother.

I want to join Monika, if I'm allowed?

Yes, you know you are always welcome.

I think it was a nice evening. What do you think?

By all means. That cheeky little slut, she annoys me. And she understood that.

What nonsense! A horn that gives women wild desires.

I want to throw her in the water and cool her vagina off.

Please behave like a Christian!

And the story of the horn, that it is as true as the Bible?

I was about to pull her hair.

You...

- Agneta, you're upset.
- Of course. She was cheeky.

- She knew she was teasing me.
- I don't understand why you let her.

That nasty little bitch. She desecrates. She is a blasphemer.

She hates everything we represent. Only sex stimulates her.

Maybe you think the story of the horn is true? That's why you're so upset.

Do you believe that the horn can ignite women's lusts?

Put them here. Britt will wash them tomorrow.

You are very horny. We made love earlier today.

- Now it's night.
- It's because it's so close to midsummer.

But I'm tired. I probably need that fanfare from Dor-Erik's horn.

You don't believe that, do you? Dor-Erik's horn, I mean.

Of course I don't believe in that crap.

So you don't believe that the widow Sjéberg fucked two men to death?

Just because some rascal was blowing a horn at her window at night.

- That horn is now in the Falu museum.
- Yes, it allegedly happened in 1889.

- But I don't believe in sorcery.
- It's not just sorcery.

It's the vibrations from the horn's tones.

The right frequencies make the labia vibrate.

That's what every woman wants.

You are a good friend and a great lover.

But I'm tired now.

And you are a real farm boy.

Go to bed now. I'm tired.

And Monika, do you remember the pearl necklaces and rhinestone jewelry?

Remember the tulle veils and shirts we wore?

Yes, then we pretended to be captured slave girls

who were abducted to a harem by a gorgeous sheik.

Do you still have them?

Sahara, I must be enticing when Abdullah comes to visit us.

Irresistibly enticing.

Stop blowing the horn! My ears hurt.

I wanted to see you dance to this tune.

Dance, Suava! Dance! Dance!

Darling...

- Huh?
- Do you hear the horn? The music?

No, I don't hear anything. Try to sleep now.

- l want you to fuck me.
- No...

- Fuck me now!
- Agneta, you have never used such words.

Fuck me now, baby.

- You have to fuck me.
- Agneta...

Sahara, the sound makes me nervous. Please, stop it!

Suava, you blow the horn. I want to feel the sound.

The priestess who blows never feels anything. Blow! Blow!

I feel my nipples getting harder.

I'm getting wetter in my pussy.

Blow! Blow!

Oh, how good you fuck me, Björn.

If this goes on any longer, I'm going crazy. The horn drives me wild.

I'm sure your mother heard the sound. Right now she is fucking Olle.

Mom and Olle? Mom would never do something like that. You are crazy.

Oh, fuck me hard!

Oh, please, take me hard!

I'm coming.

Oh, I love to fuck you. Do you know that?

I want it again and again!

Oh, fuck me! Take me hard! Hard!

Harder!

Oh, come on!

Fuck me with it. Just like you fucked me with your dick.

Come on. Harder.

Fuck me properly.

Fuck me.

More!

Even harder.

Harder.

Even harder. I'm gonna come.

Even more. Even more.

Yes. And now I come again.

A little more now, and I'm coming. Hard.

Fuck me hard. Hard.

Even harder.

Sahara, Abdullah is not coming tonight.

I will dance away my sadness and my disappointment.

What is so funny?

The human nature. The power of suggestion.

Last night Agneta could swear she heard music from a horn.

Did she? Did it drive her wild with desire?

Superstition affects all of us humans.

Once a medicine man told Agneta

about a place where another medicine man had been Killed.

There is a permanent zone of cold air there.

Agneta feels this air every time she walks by.

So is Agneta superstitious?

Agneta, like most of us, is easily influenced by suggestion.

The fact that she is religious perhaps makes her even more impressionable.

Did you hear the horn last night?

That's ridiculous. Of course I didn't.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Dor-Erik is buried here. He fell in a battle down in Estonia.

His warriors brought him here and buried him.

- That was also on Midsummer's Eve.
- Monika, you can't know that for sure.

No one knows that.

It is said that four priestesses came to this place to mourn him,

during the night without darkness.

They danced more wildly as time went on.

And at midnight they stopped dancing

and began to fuck phallus-like rods and stones.

The dancing and fucking became more and more frenetic.

They screamed louder and louder, their breasts heaving on them.

The juices of love flowed from their pussies.

They stuck phallus-like rods into the ground and fucked them

faster and faster until their movements became a blurred image.

The high priestess was blowing the horn and urging them on.

So disgusting!

In the morning the four priestesses were dead.

They had managed to unite with Dor-Erik to serve him.

According to folklore, the four priestesses came back on Midsummer Night

and danced here.

If a young woman ventured here on such a night, she would be enraptured

of the dance and participate in it, and be awarded a phallus rod.

Crazy with ecstasy, she would dance and orgasm

again and again, finally uniting with Dor-Erik to please him.

That's horrible. Just talking about it is sinful.

Such fairy tales give rise to a loose life.

Instead of filthy drivel, young people should seek Christian ideals.

Find a man and then stay by his side.

Björn is my first and only lover, just as God wanted it to be.

And as for your horn and its magical power, that's just superstitious drivel.

If you want to believe that, then go ahead.

But if you're so sure, come sit here and I'll blow the horn.

Then you will feel that everything inside will want to come out of your pussy.

Last night I felt the power of the horn. Britt played so wonderfully on it.

And all the time something was leaking out of my pussy.

And a lovely pain wanted to tear me apart.

Come home to me and open yourself up to the horn's music.

It's late, I must go home to my husband.

You're crazier than I thought.

This part is brilliant.

- Hello.
- Agneta, Britt, are you back already?

It's late.

- We are reading the monogamous part.
- You must be hungry.

Britt, get some cheese and herring.

I'm not hungry.

Let's go to Monika's house.

I will show that heathen that I fear neither her nor the horn.

Well, come on.

Come in!

- Hello.
- Hello.

I knew you would come.

The whole thing is far too exciting for you to stay away from.

I want to prove to Britt that both you and the horn are fake.

We'll see if you're made of stone. Sit down on the bench.

- I don't feel anything. Britt?
- No, nothing.

- It's only the sound that annoys me.
- Yes, Monika, it's actually annoying.

You little cunt! I got you so horny the other night.

- You begged me to stop.
- No, my ears hurt.

And in the pussy too. I see you both have goosebumps.

- It's the evening chill.
- You talk crap, both of you.

Your nipples must be hard as flint now. Can I feel?

God, don't touch me!

Britt, blow the horn.

I'm going to show this prude lady how the sound affects me.

You do not need to show your genital organ. We know you have one.

Blow the horn! Blow the damn horn!

And blow until I come. You'll see when I come.

Oh, I'm coming soon.

I feel my pussy getting wet.

My clit vibrates to the sound.

And my insides shake.

If you could help me, both of you.

I will come soon.

I can't stand it!

Honey, you have to come. Now at once.

Is something wrong?

- Please, come with me now.
- But Maud and I...

My God, Björn, if you don't come at once, terrible things will happen.

Baby, I want you to lick my pussy.

But Agneta! I'm not used to hearing such words from you.

Don't talk shit. Lick my pussy now.

Just like that. Lick me!

Lick more! Oh, good, lick harder!

Oh, just like that.

Even faster.

Lick harder!

I'm coming.

Harder.

Oh, I'm coming!

I can't stand it!

Oh, how lovely it is!

Oh, how good it feels!

Come here!

Take off your clothes!

Oh, I'm coming now!

- Hello.
- Hello.

You sure don't like me?

No, why would I? You are evil and have a bad influence.

Maybe you'd better stay out of my way, then?

I might have a harmful effect on you.

Try! Maybe we can do the opposite.

That I can influence you in a good way.

I might even be able to save you. That was my task as a missionary for many years.

Now listen, little missionary. The forest is my domain.

This is where I get my magical power.

So you don't believe those stories about my horn?

No, that's superstitious drivel.

- Sure about it?
- Yes, absolutely.

But some events may have made some people doubtful.

But I'm certain.

We can try someting. For real.

I know your husband and Maud are together right now.

If I were to blow the horn for Maud,

I think she would be so sexually aroused that she would seduce your husband.

Seduce Björn? Never!

He has the best power to resist temptation.

- The Lord Jesus Christ.
- So you agree to the experiment?

Yes, I have full confidence in Björn and the Lord Jesus Christ.

I understand what you mean. I'm repeating myself, huh?

Okay, I'm just going to make the changes we talked about.

Is something wrong?

I have to go now. I'm in a hurry to get home.

I was about to forget, I have a date with Svensson, the carpenter.

- I have to leave immediately.
- Okay, I'll come along.

I left some papers in your living room. I'll pick them up

and then I'll hand you over to Johansson. Okay?

There! It doesn't work on her at all. Are you satisfied?

They went to the farm. What do you think she's gonna do with him there?

How I've longed for your cock.

And I've been dying to wrap my mouth around it.

I'll just take it in my mouth.

Just for a moment.

- But Svensson, your date?
- He must have forgotten it.

I want your cock in my pussy.

Don't waste your horniness.

Hello, girls!

- What are you doing here?
- We're gonna fuck you like never before.

But she is a missionary.

Don't worry about that. We can pray later. Afterwards.

Damn Monika, where is she with her damn horn?

Oh, how good it feels!

Lick now.

Oh, how lovely it is!

I love it so much.

My pussy is on fire.

Lick now. A little faster.

A little harder too.

I'm coming.

Harder!

Oh, yes!

I'm coming!

Lick it. Suck it. Suck me off.

Suck. Suck it.

Lick it.

But I have to go now. I have to go.

I want your cum one more time.

- What's the matter with you?
- I'm horny.

It shows.

I've always wondered what it feels like to get a cow teat in my pussy,

and milk it and feel its warm juices flow into me.

Try it sometime. Just let me know and I'll help you.

I want to suck your cock.

Wait, I must have two men. I'll be right back.

- Mr. Johansson.
- Britt, how are things today?

- I'm horny.
- What did you say?

I'm horny.

Don't preach. I saw how you came all over my mother.

You're going to fuck me. No objections. Come on.

You know each other. Undress. I'm going to fuck you both at the same time.

My God...

It wasn't my idea, Reverend. Remember that the next time you talk to Him.

Talk to him yourself. I am busy explaining my own behavior.

What's a man to do?

Of course. That's why everyone has behaved like this.

What are they doing in the barn?

Oh, I'm coming.

More! I ' I'm coming!

But your mother can see you.

It doesn't matter. Let her hear. I'm coming.

More! I ' I'm coming!

God, we're all acting like crazy.

Like animals.

As if we were possessed.

- I'm going to bed, mom.
- Yes, good night then.

- I think I'll go out for a walk.
- I'll probably sleep when you get back.

Yes, I will go to bed carefully.

I can't say that I liked you from the very beginning.

I actually don't know if I like you now.

Maybe it's because I feel jealous. I am not as free-spirited as you.

- Look, here comes Britt.
- Only Maud Kindberg is missing.

Hello.

- Hi, Britt.
- Hello.

I was just about to tell Agneta a secret.

But it must stay between the three of us.

Last night I had a visit from your husband. He fucked me.

Like crazy! We fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.

Reverend Johansson is a real man's man.

Last night he fucked me until I went crazy.

My God!

When he came, he came like a stallion, at least three times.

I feel proud to be married to such a man,

who can handle two women for a few hours.

Well, that was in the afternoon. You should have seen him in the morning.

Then I saw mom sucking his cock.

When he came, he came like a bull.

Have you had sex with a bull too?

Well, if I had the chance, I probably would.

I'm sorry about last night.

Are you? Not me.

I gave in to my animal instincts.

That's not how it happened. You gave in to mine.

You fucked me amazingly well.

You licked my pussy as if you were going to turn me inside out.

I will suck your cock in my dreams for the rest of my life.

That was the kindest thing anyone has ever said to me.

What if the horn has no magical power at all?

I have proven that it has magical power. Great magical power.

You have proven its power.

But maybe all three of us unconsciously wanted to believe it had magical power.

- And your mother too, Britt.
- Yes.

The horn and its tones dissolved all my inhibitions

and made me give in to my darkest and innermost fantasies.

This week I have done things I would never have done without the horn and its tones.

But it's the savage, the primitive being in all of us, I think.

Today is Midsummer Eve.

The bright night of the dark rites.

For the ancient people who lived here,

Midsummer Night was the holiest of all nights.

It was then Freya's four priestesses fucked the phallus rods

until the juices flowed from their pussies.

Maybe we'll hear the horn tonight. Monika, I want to hear it again.

- I love that music.
- Me too.

But you better watch out.

The tones of the horn can bring out hidden fantasies.

Fantasies that we don't even want to admit to ourselves.

Do you regret coming here, Björn?

No, I don't regret it. This trip has changed me completely.

I now realize how weak I really am.

If you wanted me, I would throw myself over you and take you.

- Would you fuck me?
- Yes, I would fuck you.

I can feel it in my pussy when you say that.

And then there's Britt.

When I think about her pussy, my dick hardens.

And Monika and my own Agneta.

This trip has made me so wild that I can fuck anyone.

My father was a vicar here.

And he taught me that it's wrong to fuck anyone.

Why don't you leave here?

It's Agneta. And the river and the hills and the forests.

- And the fucking.
- Yes, and the fucking.

It's midsummer. The night of enchantment.

After the spell, she might want to move back.

Lick me!

Lick me, lick fast.

Lick more.

Lick me and kiss me.

Lick my clit with your tongue. Right there.

So good!

Oh, my God!

Oh, more, more!

Oh, God, that feels good!

Oh, so good! Oh, my God!

Oh, I'm coming soon.

Faster.

Oh, Björn, that's so good!

Where are you going?

I have accepted a job in the Philippines.

But he has promised that we will return next midsummer.

Yes, of course we want you here. Both of you, of course.

And if he breaks his promise, I will come alone.

Don't forget next midsummer. Then we'll be waiting for you.

I didn't think you would ask me.

Then you have to sleep on the sofa bed. Monika gets your room.

- Can I really move into Britt's room?
- Yes, that's what I said.

- Do you think they will like Värmland?
- Yes, I think so. The farm is really fun.