All language subtitles for Fabodjantan 1978 Come Blow The Horn.1978

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Why you...

Mom, I'll go to Monika.

- Bye, mom.
- Bye.

Tell her not to be too outspoken.

And don't muck up your dress.

They have lived 3 years in
Africa as missionaries.

- That means it's gonna be a boring night.
- Well, he looks pretty good.

And he isn't that old.

But he's a missionary and only
uses his dick to piss with.

- You're always thinking of sex.
- All Laplanders are warm blooded.

I inherited my horniness from my mother.

- She left me when I was new born.
- Why do you make up stuff.

Well, why do you think my mother left me?

She was a Laplander princess with tons
of lovers. She was banished from the tribe.

- Monika, you know you're not a Laplander.
- How do you know?

I don't even know who is my father.

So my mother left me because she
was a Laplander princess.

You just made that up, cause
I've never heard it before.

And you can not make up things like
that when Mrs Johansson is around.

Well, she might have been a princess.

We'll have guests over for
dinner, Mr Hansson.

It's Mr and Mrs Johansson.
I hope you'll join us for herring and cheese.

Yes, please.

Take is easy, pretty girl.
She also wants to be milked.

But on her terms.

When I bathe in this tub it reminds
me when we were 10-11 years old.

Do you remember that we pretended to
be wives of a handsome sultan?

- Yes, in his Harem. I almost forgot about it.
- I haven't.

We used to bathe ourselves in this tub.

- We hoped that he would choose one of us.
- We were really silly.

Only time he picked one of us was
when your cousin Tore came.

I was the favourite if I remember correctly.

You were good at hugging and kissing...

...but I was the one that got fucked.
You just stood and looked.

Please, soap my back.

You didn't fuck him once.

And you complained that I fucked him tired
cause he came over and over inside of me.

You're a real pal.

- You didn't fuck him once.
- He was my cousin.

And I didn't hear you complain.

Of course not. He was good.

When we were finished I remember you
kissing his wet and sticky dick...

...and took his dick in your mouth
and tickled the head with you tongue.

- No I didn't.
- Yes you did.

Sure, he was your cousin but what's
the difference between fucking and sucking?

I didn't suck him.

I guess you liked the taste of me on him.

Do you remember when we
borrowed grandma's clothes?

- I still have the clothes.
- Oh, I didn't know that.

Look in the dresser.

Oh!

- You never told me.
- You never asked.

Wash off the soap.

Where did you find that horn, Monika?

I told you. In a viking grave.

You can't open old graves.

It laid beside it in the moss.
It took a month to clean it.

It is still dirty.

- It's a secret. It's Dor-Erik's horn.
- Why do you make up stuff?

I have tried it on the cows.

They walked backwards and peed,
as when they're about to fuck.

They went straight to the nearest bull.

You should've heard the mooing.

I's too rusty to use.

- Do you know what will happen if I use it?
- No.

You'll jump on the first male you see
and start fucking...

...and it doesn't matter if it's bull.

All women will do the same.
Your monther, the missionary, everyone.

Think of all the roaring and mooing.

You're always full of shit.

Monika....stop it!

You're horny, haha!
You're horny!

Nonsense. My ears hurt.

Then why do you have your
hand on your pussy?

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

I don't hear anything.
Maybe they're calling the cattle.

I don't have time for this on a Sunday.
I'm expecting guest for dinner.

- It's a sin to fuck after church.
- It's your salvation.

Monika. Stop blowing the horn.

- It gets you horny, right?
- It doesn't affect me at all.

You have goose pimples.

Your nipples must be hard as rocks.

- Not at all.
- Let me feel.

Good god, don't touch me!

Your pussy must be soaking wet by now.

Lick me some more.

I'll give you a hand job,
while you lick me.

It feel nice to touch your cock.

If you keep licking I'll come.

I want your cock in my pussy.

I want you to do me doggie style.

Come some harder.

Your pussy was all wet by the horn.

Your crappy horn has nothing to
do with my pussy.

Really? I bet your mother heard it though.

- She's fucking Olle right now.
- Mother would never do that.

She hasn't been with another man
since dad died.

So your monther hasn't screwed in 10 years.
You're full of shit.

What! What about the crap about
the horn. Lies!

So you think I'm lying.
Why is she always having boys over?

What about Inge Pettersson,
Erik Magnusson and that 15 year old guy...

- She screws them all!
- You bastard. Mom wouldn't do that.

She helps them to read,
but you wouldn't understand.

I'll never forget you for this.

And remember, 4:30.
Try to behave.

Bye bye!

Look, a horn.
It must be an antique.

Mom's grandpa found it here.

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

By a viking grave, and it was probably
used by the village priestess...

- ...when Dor-Erik returned from his crusade.
- Dor-Erik?

Dor-Erik was a viking chief, according to the saga.

His village was nearby.

The legend says that when he and
his men were on a crusade...

...one of the priestesses would wait
for them to return.

When she came she would blow the horn.

That ment that all women should prepare
for the return of the men.

- That's what the story tells.
- It's not a story.

- Then it's a legend
- The sound sent them into sexual ecstasy.

The women were alone for a long time.

The priestess blowed until the women
were full of desire.

And when the men returned,
they jumped the first man they saw and...

...had sexual relations with him.

- Didn't they choose one each?
- No, they took the nearest one.

It didn't matter who. Brother, cousin,
nephew, neighbour.

- Like animals?
- Yes.

- Have you heard about this?
- Well, yes. I think it's crazy.

The story about the chief is true,
but I'm not sure about the horn.

It's just as true as the stories in the bible.

About stories. Agneta and Björn are
writing about their travels in Africa.

- They have asked me to read the first draft.
- We would like your comments.

We're missionaries, not authors.
We want an expert opinion.

- I'm hardly an expert.
- But you review books in the paper.

But you teach kids grammar
and how to read.

- Like a missionary.
- That's what missionaries do, in the third world.

Where they don't blow their own horn.

- This is a wonderful place.
- The grave is nearby.

- You can feel god's presence.
- The smell of flowers is really romantic.

More romantic than I imagined.

Romantic? You mean erotic!
The air is filled with sex.

It's the season of love, caress and seduction.

- Is sex the only thing on her mind?
- I told you she was a heathen.

I might blow Dor-Erik's horn tonight.

All women will go berserk with lust,
beyond her wildest dreams.

- It's getting late.
- Yes, we better tuck in.

- I better go.
- See you tomorrow.

- Bye bye, Maud.
- Good night.

It sure was a nice evening.

Sure. The summer nights up at my
cottage are so beautiful...

...that I don't wanna go to sleep.
I get spellbound.

Don't you agree, mom?
I'm going with Monika, if it's OK?

You know you're always welcome.

I thought the evening was nice.

Yeah, but the little slut got on my nerves.

Such nonsense, a horn that make
women full of desire.

I almost trew her in the water
to cool her vagina.

Be a bit more Christlike, please.

As if that story was as true as the bible.

I wanted to pull her hair.

You're upset, Agneta.

Of course I am. She was cheeky
and she deliberately teased me.

- Why did you let her?
- That nasty bitch.

She's a blasphemer that hates
everything we represent.

But sex stimulates her.

Maybe you think the story is true?

That's why you are upset.
Maybe you think that it can turn on women.

Agneta, wait!

Put them here.
Britt will wash them tomorrow.

You're still horny.
We made love this morning.

- It's evening now.
- And it's close to midsummer.

I'm tired and I've heard
enough of fanfares from the horn.

- You don't believe in that story, do you?
- Of course I don't.

So you don't believe that widow Sjöberg
fucked 2 guys to death...

...just because an unaware young
rascal played a horn near her window.

That horn is at Falun Museum.

They say it happened in 1889,
but I don't believe in witchcraft.

It's not just witchcraft.
It's the vibrations from the horn.

The right frequency makes the labia vibrate.
And that's what all women wants.

You're a good friend, Olle.
And a fantastic lover...

...but I'm tired.

You're a real lad, but please go to sleep.
I am tired.

Do you remember the pearl necklace
and the jewellery?

- Do you remember the shirts we wore?
- We played that we were captured...

...slaves that were placed in a harem.

- By a beautiful sheik!
- By a beautiful sheik!

You still have those?

I need to be attractive when Abdulla comes.
Irresistibly attractive.

Stop blowing the horn.
My ears hurt.

I wanna see you dance.
Dance! Dance! Dance!

Honey!

Do you hear the horn and the music?

I don't hear anything.
Go back to sleep.

I want you to fuck me, honey!

- Fuck me now!
- You've never talked like that before.

Fuck me now!

You need to fuck me!

The sound makes me nervous.
Please stop.

You blow.
I wanna feel the sound.

The one who blows doesn' feel it.
Blow! Blow!

I feel my nipples hardening.

My pussy is getting wetter.

Blow! Blow!

You fuck me good.

If this continues I'll go crazy.

I bet your mom heard it,
cause she's fucking Olle right now.

Mom and Olle? That's crazy.
She wouldn't do that.

Fuck me!

Fuck me hard.

I love your cock.

Fuck me hard.

Hard!

Harder!

Lick me!

That felt good.

Fist fuck me!

All the way!

Harder.

Fuck me like you did with your cock.

Harder.

Fuck me hard.

Fuck!

More!

Harder!

More!

I'll come!

I'm coming.

A bit more, and I'll come.

Abdulla won't come tonight.
But I will dance away my sorrow.

- What's so funny?
- Human nature.

Agneta swore she heard
the music of a horn last night.

Did she now.
Was she filled with desire?

Superstition affects us all.

One time a medicine man told Agneta about
a place where a murder had happened.

The place is surrounded by a cold breeze.

Agneta feels that breeeze
when she's nearby.

Is Agneta superstitious?

She is easily influenced by it,
just like the rest of us.

She might be more impressionable
because she's religious.

Did you hear the horn?

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

- Hi!
- Hi!

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

His soldiers brought him here
on midsummers eve.

You can't be sure.
Nobody really knows.

Four priestesses came to this place to mourn him.

Their dance became wilder and wilder.

And at midnight they stopped and
started fucking staves and stones.

The dancing and fucking got more frantic.

They screamed higher and higher,
their tits heaved and...

...from their pussies came the juices of love.

They fucked staves on the ground,
up and down, faster and faster.

And the priestess blowed her
horn and urged them.

That's abominable!

The morning after the four
priestesses were dead.

They were united with Dor-Erik,
and at his service.

According to folklore, they return and
dance on midsummers eve.

If a young woman would come here
at night, she would be captivated...

...by the dance and be given a staff.

She would dance and have orgasm
over and over again.

And at the end join Dor-Erik.

It's a sin to talk about this.
Stories like these creates licentious behaviour.

Instead of listening to dirty stories,
kids should look for Christian values.

Find one man and stay with him.

Björn is my first and only lover,
just like god wanted it.

And regarding your horn,
that's just superstitious drivel.

What ever you say.

But if you are so sure, why don't you
sit here and I'll blow the horn.

You'll feel that everything inside of
you will be squeeze out your pussy.

Last night I felt the power of the horn.

Britt played it beautifully,
and my pussy was so wet.

And a lovely pain wanted
to rip me a part down there.

Come back to my place
and embrace the music of the horn.

It's late and I need to
get back to my husband.

You're crazier than I thought.

This part is brilliant.

- Hi!
- Agneta, Britt, you're back already.

- It's late.
- We're reading the scripts.

You must be hungry.
Britt, bring some cheese and herring.

I'm not hungry.

Let's go to Monika and I'll show her
I'm not afraid of her or her horn.

OK, let's go.

Enter!

- Hi!
- Hi!

I knew you'd come.
This thing is too exciting.

I don't want to miss the opportunity
to prove you're wrong.

To prove it in front of Britt.

Let's see if you're made of stone.
Sit down.

- I don't feel anything.
- No, not me either.

- The sound is irritating.
- Yeah, it's really irritating.

You little punk.
I got you so horny last night.

You begged me to stop.

- No, my ears hurt.
- And your pussy as well.

- Both of you have goose pimples.
- It's just the evening breeze.

You're fully of shit.

Your nipples must be hard as rocks by now.
Let me feel!

Good god, don't touch me!

Blow the horn, Britt!

I'll show Mrs Prude how the
sound influence me.

You don't have to show your genitals.

Blow the horn!
Blow that damned horn!

Blow until I come.
You'll see when I come.

My pussy is getting wet.

My clit is vibrating to the sound.

My insides are shaking.

If only you two could help me.

I'm coming soon.

I can't stand it.

- Honey, you need to come.
- Is anything wrong?

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

Something terrible might happen
if you don't come.

I want you to lick me.
Lick my pussy.

- I'm not used to hear you talk like this.
- Shut up and lick my pussy.

Lick more. Lick harder.

Just like that.

Lick harder.

I can't stand it.

Come here!

Take off your clothes.

I'm coming.

- Hi!
- Hi!

- You don't like me much?
- No, you're evil and a bad influence.

Then you better stay out of my way.

My influence might be harmful.

You can try.
But maybe I can influence you.

I might even redeem you.
I did that as a missionary.

Listen up, my little missionary.
The forest is my kingdom.

It's where I get my magical power.

- So you don't believe my story?
- No, it's superstition.

- Are you sure?
- Absolutely, but...

...some events might have caused
people to be doubtful.

But I'm sure I'm right.

Let's do a test.

I know that your husband and
Maud is together now.

If I use the horn...

...I think Maud would be
so sexualy aroused...

- ...that she'd seduce your husband.
- Seduce Björn? Never.

He can resist temptation thanks to...

...Jesus Christ.

- Let's do it then!
- I have confidence in Björn...

...and the lord, Jesus Christ.

I know what you mean.
I repeat myself.

OK, I'll just do these changes.

Anything wrong?

I need to go now.
I'm in a hurry.

I forgot my meeting with
Svensson, the carpenter.

- I need to run.
- I'll go along. I forgot some paper.

I'll pick them up and leave
you with Svensson.

See! She wasn't affected.
Happy now?

They went back home.
What do you think they'll do?

Oh my god.

I've longed for your cock.

I've longed to wrap my
mouth around it.

Keep my mouth around it.

One moment.

- What about Svensson?
- He has probably forgot.

Fuck your cock in my pussy.

AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!

Don't spoil your horniness.

Hi girls!

- What are you doing here?
- We're gonna fuck you silly.

- But she's a missionary?
- So?

You can pray together afterwards.

Where the hell is Monika
and her god damn horn.

That feels good.

Lick!

I love this!

My pussy is burning!

Harder, please!

That feels good.

Here I come.

Lick it. Suck it.
Suck my cock.

Suck! Suck it!

Lick it!

I need to go now.
I need to go.

I want you to come one more time.

AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!

- What's with you?
- I'm horny!

I've always wondered how it feel
to insert a cow teat in my pussy.

Milk it and feel the warm juice
inside of me.

Say when and I'll help you.

I wanna suck your cock.

Wait, I need two men.
I'll be right back.

- Mr Johansson!
- How are you today?

- I'm horny.
- You're what?

I'm horny and I don't want
any lectures.

I saw you come inside my mom.

You must fuck me,
no arguments.

You know each other.
Get undressed.

Both must fuck me
at the same time.

- Oh my god!
- It wasn't my idea, pastor.

Remember that when you talk
to god next time.

Talk to him yourself.
I need to explain myself also.

What should a guy do?

Of course.
That's why people are acting weird.

My god!
What are they doing in the barn.

Please, mom might see us.

Who cares!
I'm coming!

My god.
We act like crazies.

Like animals.
As we were possessed.

- I'm going to sleep.
- Good night.

- I'll go for a walk.
- I'll be sleeping when you return.

I'll be quiet.

AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!

I didn't like you at first,
and I'm still unsure.

Maybe I'm jealous of
your outspokenness.

- Look, there's Britt.
- Only Maud is missing.

- Hi, Britt!
- Hello!

I'm gonna tell a secret,
but it's gotta stay between us.

Your husband visited me.
And he fucked me.

He fucked so hard we
feel a sleep afterwards.

The pastor is a real man.

Yesterday he fucked me senseless.

He came three times,
just like a stallion.

I should be proud to have
a man that can please 2 women.

That was in the afternoon.
You should've see him earlier.

I saw mom suck his cock.

He came like a bull.

- So you have had sex with a bull?
- I would if I had the chance.

I'm sorry about last night.

Really? I'm not.

I couldn't control myself.

Don't be so formal.
You couldn't help it.

You fucked me great and
licked my pussy perfectly.

I'll be sucking your cock
in my dreams forever.

That's the nicest thing
I've ever heard.

Maybe the horn doesn't have
any power.

But I proved it has
a great magical power.

Power yes, but maybe all of us...

...unconsciously wanted to
believe in it, even your mom.

The horn made me surrender
to my darkest fantasies.

I would never do this
without the horn.

But it's the beast inside us
that causes this.

Today is midsummers eve.

The night of gloomy ceremonies.

Midsummers night was holy
in prehistoric time.

That's when the priestesses
fucked their staves...

...and the juice of life
poured out of their pussies.

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

- I love that music.
- Me too.

You better watch it.

The horn might reveal
hidden fantasies.

Fantasies that we don't
want to admit.

- Do you regret coming here?
- No, I regret nothing.

I've realized how weak
I really am.

I would jump you right
now if you want.

- Would you fuck me?
- Yes I would.

Those words make my pussy wet.

And Britt. The thought of her
pussy makes my dick hard.

And Monika, and my Agneta.

I'm now able to fuck anyone.

My father taught me not
to fuck around.

- Why don't you leave?
- Well, it's Agneta...

...and the river, houses and the forest.

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

It's midsummer.
Night of enchantment.

After the enchantment,
she might want to move back.

I'll suck your tits
till the milk flows.

Lick me faster.

Take my clit betweeen your teeth.

AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!

- Where are you going?
- I will work in the Philippines.

- He promised to return next midsummer.
- We want you back, both of you.

If he breaks his promise,
I'll come alone.

Don't forget next midsummer.
We'll be waiting.

I wasn't sure you'd ask.

But you'll have to sleep in the sofa bed.
Monika will get your room.

- Can I really move in with you?
- That's what I said.

- Will you be happy here?
- Sure, we've got our own forest man.

THE END