1 comments/ 44508 views/ 1 favorites Foreign Exchange Student Ch. 02 By: w8vem8ker I woke up the next morning with my head throbbing wondering what in the hell I drank. I looked over and smiled as I saw my roommates ex sprawled out naked next to me. I never really liked him anyways, he was a dick. I sat up to admire her while she was still sleeping. Her body was amazing. My eyes wondered up and down her body, from her rosy nipples down to her neatly trimmed bush. I was already rock hard with the morning wood so it was time to fuck again. I gently touched her stomach and started working my way down when she opened her eyes. Her lips were swollen from the previous night of fucking so her clit was poking up through its hood. I could feel her pussy heat up as I ran my fingers up and down her puffy slit. She had other things on her mind though. It had been sometime since she had sex so she was pretty sore. She told me that she wanted to give me a blowjob instead. Of course I had no objection to this so I just laid back and watched her go to work. She would lick my balls until precum would form on the tip of my mushroom, which then she would carefully lick off. Her head bobbed up and down taking all of my morning wood into her throat. My head swelled and I could feel my balls tightening. I let go and shot my first wad into her mouth. I could tell it caught her by surprise because she opened up her mouth just enough to let a drop of cum ooze from the corner of her mouth. She clamped her lips around my shaft and made a small grunt with each load of semen I pumped into her mouth. As soon as my cock stopped flexing she went all the way down and sucked hard on the way up. The feeling of having my cock milked this early in the morning was amazing. As soon as I regained my composure I looked up just in time to watch her swallow. I looked down at my glistening dick and jokingly told her that she missed some. Her eyes locked on mine as she lowered her head and licked the last little puddle of cum off my leg. As her tongue lapped my stomach a string of cum swung from her tongue onto her chin. She confessed to me that she loved sucking dick and was particularly fond of mine. I told her to wait a couple of days and I would give her a load that would make her swallow two times. I received a call about a week later asking me if I wanted to come over to "hang out". I could feel my groin stir as I imagined what lay ahead of me. She was already pretty hammered when I arrived so there was no telling what was going to happen. We talked for no more than 10 minutes when she started rubbing my thigh. I leaned into kiss her but she was already leaning down to my growing dick. I unzipped my pants and she quickly swallowed me. This girl definitely knew how to suck a dick. I knew I was going to cum pretty soon so I made the suggestion we go to her room. She had my dick in her mouth before I could even lie down. I told her I wanted to watch her eat my cum. I could tell this turned her on because I watched her free hand start to rub her pussy through her jeans. I was going to come soon and knowing that she was going to swallow only made me hotter. The first spurt hit the back of her throat, which caused her to choke. My cock slipped from her mouth as she was coughing but I managed to shoot a wad on her upper lip on it's way down. She continued milking me with her hand while she choked on my sperm. There were 4 lines of stringy cum that shot onto my stomach with a small puddle from the last of the drainage. I was surprised at how much there was; I don't think I had ever cum that much before. She smiled when she looked down and saw what was waiting for her. Her head quickly dove down onto my stomach slurping all my juices up. I held her hair up so that I could watch her and none would be wasted in her hair. She would alternate between sucking the puddle and licking the lines off my body. This girl knew what she was doing. With each mouthful she would roll her tongue savoring the texture and flavor. I grabbed the base of my cock, squeezed it and stroked up my pole to drain the last of the cum. A large white glob oozed out when I reached the crown. When she saw what was left she wiped it off with her index finger and rubbed it on her lips like she was putting on lip balm. She was freaky and I loved it. I was fortunate enough to have one last encounter with this cum slut before things would change. It was about a month and a half later when I saw her in the library studying. I sat next to her making small talk while I was checking her out. It was warm that day so she had sweat shorts with a t-shirt on. I could see the outline of her areolas through her shirt, which only made me wonder if she was wearing underwear. I had to move quickly because a bulge was quickly forming in my pants and I didn't want to walk through the library with a hard on. I asked her if she was wearing any, when she told me "no" I grabbed her hand and told her to follow me. I took her downstairs into the men's restroom since it was always empty. Class was starting in 20 minutes so we didn't have much time. As soon as we entered the end stall I turned her around, pulled her shorts to the side, pulled out my cock, and slowly pushed myself into her. I easily slid in and started quietly pumping my cock in her. I was only a couple of minutes into it when the door suddenly opened. She quickly stepped on the toilet so it didn't look like two people were in the stall. She squatted down and stuck her ass out a little to give me a perfect view of her dripping pussy lips. This newfound excitement of getting caught made me hornier than ever. As soon as I split her lips with my cock I knew I was going to cum soon. I whispered that I was going to cum and wanted her to turn around when I did. I rammed her hard one last time before I pulled out. She spun around, sat down on the toilet and opened her mouth wide. No sooner did she open her mouth when the first shot of cum landed right on her tongue. I was coming so much that she had to tilt her head back to keep from spilling it down her shirt. She swallowed with a gulp that echoed into the next stall. We had 5 minutes to make it to class so we kept the goodbye short. I sat through the whole class with a grin on my face that would make anybody suspicious. As much as I would have liked to continue our relationship she ultimately got back together with my ex-roommate. I later heard that they were planning on getting married. I smiled as I reminisced about what I had done with her and that he was going to be kissing lips that had worn my cum. I never really like him anyways. Foreign Exchange Student Ch. 02 ****This is part II to a series about a dad who has the hots for the foreign exchange student who comes to stay with them for the spring. This is my first time writing erotica***** Jeanie and Natascia quickly grew close to one another. The girls helped each other with homework, swapped clothes and were often up late at night giggling conspiratorially. The two spent more time in Jeanie's room than any other room of the house. But I was still more than shocked by what I saw late one night. *** Images of Natascia's dainty fingers diddling her clit were dancing in my dreams when a buzzing sound interrupted my slumber. I cracked one eye before groaning, finally recognizing the sound. Cathy was in the master bathroom using her jumbo vibrator to get off. I consoled my insulted 10-inch cock by petting it beneath the sheets, "It's okay boy," but I was a long way from easing the pain of my bruised ego. I groggily rolled out of bed, deciding to head downstairs for a glass of water, but more to escape the sounds of my wife pleasuring herself. As I walked past the long mirror at the top of the stairwell I approved of my reflection. I was 6'3, 40 years old , muscular and had a head full of salt and pepper hair. I wasn't sure why Cathy would rather jam a silicone toy up her snatch than wrestle with the real deal. Cathy had cooled to me almost immediately following our marriage. As a lawyer I am embarrassed to admit she convinced me to marry her without a pre-nup. I was stuck and she knew it. At least I'd gotten the twins out of the deal, I thought as I stepped around an action figure one of the boys had left on the stairs. When I reached the landing I heard voices. By the soft glow of the large plasma screen television above the fireplace I could make out Natascia and Jeanie sitting on the couch. "I dunno, Natascia what would the other girls at school think?" Jeanie leaned away from her friend, scooting back against the armrest of the couch. Natascia moved closer placing her hand on Jeanie's creamy thigh, "We can have secret, yes?" Natascia slid her hand higher up Jeanie's thighs until the edge of Jeanie's tiny little shorts brushed against the side of her hand. I crouched down watching the girls intently from behind the banister. I could already feel my penis stirring in my boxers. Natascia moved her hand over the tiny shorts and wiggled it beneath Jeanie's tight tank top. Her hand glided smoothly over Jeanie's nice flat stomach. She wiggled her fingers teasing the underside of Jeanie's breasts. Jeanie still seemed uncertain. She sat stiffly in the crook of the couch, not sure what to do. She looked extremely uncomfortable with Natascia's advances. Natascia proceed to cup as much of Jeanie's plump 34Ds in her small hand as possible. Squeezing and releasing her hand over Jeanie's right breast, she flexed her thumb back and forth over Jeanie's nipple. With her other hand Natascia struggled to pull Jeanie's stretchy tank top over her large breasts. The top finally rolled up and rested on top of Jeanie's breasts. I hungrily eyed my stepdaughter's very pink, very hard nipples. I enjoyed the way her breasts bounced as they were released from the tank top's oppressive hold. Natascia looked Jeanie directly in the eyes as she lowered her plump red lips to Jeanie's nipple and began sucking. Jeanie gasped in surprise, her blue eyes wide with amazement. I could only imagine the effect Natascia's wet little mouth was having on her. Natascia kneeled on the couch as she suckled Jeanie's nipple. Her thong peeked out of the back of her own short shorts and her caramel ass spilled out of the bottom. I let my penis pop through the opening in my boxers. Slowly, I stroked my cock from head to base, again and again as I watched the girls below. I had never had such an uninhibited view of Jeanie's beautiful breasts. Natascia took Jeanie's gasp as a green light to keep going. She continued to massage Jeanie's breast with one hand, but the other traveled down to Jeanie's crotch clad in the tight shorts. She rubbed her hand firmly over Jeanie's covered mound. "Oh, Natascia, I'm... you're making me feel so... so... funny..." Jeanie's cheeks flushed as a she faltered, trying to find the right words to describe the sensations Natascia was creating. I realized Jeanie must not have gotten very far with the boys, if what Natascia was doing to her was causing her such confusion. Natascia released Jeanie's nipple to speak. "Jeanie, you're going to ruin shorts, they getting wet." Natascia kept rubbing at Jeanie's mound, applying more and more pressure. "Take them off." Natascia insisted her cat-like green eyes burning with lust for her busty blonde friend. Jeanie worked to shimmie out of her tight shorts, raising her hips off the couch. She threw the shorts to the floor. Settling back on to the couch she allowed Natascia to spread her knees several feet a part. The crotch of Jeanie's pink panties came into view and it was several shades darker than the rest of her panties. She was very wet indeed. I pressed my face closer to the banister, craning my neck to get a better look, all while continuing the steady stroking of my cock. Natascia clamped her mouth back down on Jeanie's breast. The breast was close to the size of her head. She hooked her thumbs under Jeanie's panties right where the fabric crossed Jeanie's hips. Natascia twirled her thumbs pulling Jeanie's panties tight across Jeanie's dripping pussy. I could almost smell the sweet, succulent odor of Jeanie's teen snatch. Jeanie's squirmed against the tightened fabric. "More?" Natascia asked, kissing her way up to Jeanie's cheek. Jeanie nodded her head vigorously. Natascia returned her hand to Jeanie's panties this time pressing the fabric in Jeanie's slit as she worked the heel of her palm on Jeanie's clit. In response, Jeanie's breathing grew low and husky. Tugging Jeanie's panties to the side, Natascia worked two fingers into Jeanie's tight cunt. There was a field of wild and unkempt blonde pubic hair sprawling across Jeanie's pussy. Natascia began working her fingers in and out, creating a nice wet squishy sound. I gripped my cock in my hand, suddenly needing more than a light stroke as things continued to heat up between my daughter and the foreign exchange student. Natascia used her free hand to pull Jeanie's face to hers. Jeanie's long blonde ponytail bobbed up and down as the girls made out. Their kissing stifled a long moan from Jeanie as she clamped her own hands over Natascia's hand and crossed her legs tightly. Natascia and I both watched in intently as waves of pleasure rippled through Jeanie. Jeanie fell away from Natascia. Her large breasts were heaving with her labored breathing. "Oh gawd Natascia! Where did you learn to do that? A boyfriend?" Natascia extracted her fingers from Jeanie's snatch. She took a moment to lick and suck Jeanie's juices from her fingers before answering. "No. Only girls... Who want baby?" She burst out into loud giggles and Jeanie soon joined her. I suddenly felt awkward kneeling on the landing jacking myself off. I rose quietly and backed up the stairs. Maybe tonight would be the night Cathy would relent and put my boner to good use. A man could dream, right? Foreign Exchange Student Ch. 03 Not only had Cathy not seen me fit to fuck last night, she didn't even have the decency to hide her vibrator. As I brushed my teeth the next morning I had the pleasure of staring right at the deep purple monstrosity she had so considerately left on the edge of the counter. Having been ridden by wife to orgasm after orgasm not even four hours earlier the purple penetrator still held the musky scent of Cathy's twat. For a brief moment I considered swishing it around in the toilet bowl a few times, but that would've meant actually touching the thing. I placed my toothbrush in its holder, stomped past a contentedly sleeping Cathy and started to head downstairs for breakfast. This morning I was off to a late start. I had found it incredibly difficult to sleep. My erection refused to wilt and my swollen balls ached. Yet, I couldn't stop thinking about the way Natascia's pink tongue darted from her plump lips and lapped Jeanie's pussy juice from her fingers. I though about her tongue giving my dick the same special treatment. The late start meant I wouldn't be able to see the boys before they left the house for school, but it also meant the girls were already gone too. A thought struck me and suddenly breakfast could wait. I had a different kind of hunger to satiate. No longer headed for the kitchen my feet came to a much earlier stop. I pressed the door to Jeanie's room slowly open, almost expecting her to be on the other side. I pushed the door to a quiet close behind me just in case this was the one day this year Cathy deemed it inappropriate to stay in bed until ten. I had never been in Jeanie's room alone. It was almost eerie. The covers and sheets on her twin bed were in disarray, the clothes that were strewn about her room the last time I was there had not been picked up and had in fact been added to. The quiet stillness of her room almost made it feel like being in a museum dedicated to teenage angst. I didn't even know where to begin looking since it was clear that the laundry hamper was not where Jeanie kept her discarded clothes. I began rifling through the clothes on the floor searching for the pink panties Jeanie had so thoroughly soaked last night. Finally in a pile of clothes near her bed my fingers grasped something damp... damp and nasty. I tugged my prize from beneath the pile. I held the panties with two hands stretching them out. I used my thumbs to pull the front forward and imagined Jeanie's mound doing the same. Her small pink panties were made of a flimsy cotton material that felt good against my fingertips. And as I unzipped my dress slacks, I knew it would feel even better against my raging hard-on. I pushed the tangled mess of Jeanie's sheets and covers aside and sat down on her bed with my pants and boxers around my ankles. I rubbed the gummy crotch of Jeanie's soiled panties between my fingers before shoving it to my nose and inhaling deeply. I was starved for the rich, sweet scent of her tight teenage snatch. Her scent was like that strong, heady aroma of succulent fruit like strawberries overly ripe on the brink of spoiling. Next, I sucked the crotch of the panties into my mouth, sucking her cold juices thick as butter from her panties. Twisting my tongue up with the fabric fully tasting her nectar, I began fiercely fisting my cock. A few droplets of pre-cum dribbled on Jeanie's floral sheets. I was in heaven, the next best thing would've actually been using my tongue to lap my fill from between Jeanie's milky thighs. To feel her muscles tense and her bottom wiggling against my chin. Moistened by my saliva, the panties moved quickly over the top of the head of my penis, wiped down my balls and circled back top and from the base of my penis back up to the head. Just a few more swipes and I had to sink my face into Jeanie's pillow to silence a deep animalistic groan, the scent of her fruity hair shampoo sent me over the edge and I spurted a heavy load into her balled up panties. Still clutching Jeanie's panties and laying on her bed, I wondered what Cathy would think if she walked in on me in her daughter's frilly pink room with her frilly pink panties clutched tightly in my hand wiping my spent cock off on her daughter's frilly pink sheets and what she would say if I told her her daughter and the foreign exchange student were doing dirty, dirty things in the middle of the night. I decided I didn't care, but also didn't care to get caught. So, I quickly redressed and disposed of Cathy's panties in the downstairs trash under the sink along with about half a roll of paper towels. Surely, Jeanie wouldn't miss one tiny pair of panties, especially not with the disaster area her room was. *** That afternoon when I got home from work the entire family loaded into Cathy's mini-van. The twins were having their first baseball game of the season. Bobby and Robby excelled at sports, so I looked forward to sitting in the bleachers and cheering my boys on. What I did not look forward to was Cathy's bitching about how the metal bleachers were making her ass numb or her sending me on 10 different trips to the concession stand. I climbed into the driver's side, Cathy the passenger's side and the boys each took one of the two bucket seats in the first row of the backseat. Which meant the very back row of bench seating was left for the girls. First Jeanie climbed in. She was wearing a pair of super short red shorts with white trim. She had one of my white wifebeaters tightly stretched over her breasts with just a thin sliver of midriff showing. Her black bra straps peeked out on either side of the beater. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her bangs were in her eyes as usual. Spring and the extra time spent outside meant Jeanie's freckles across the bridge of her nose had become slightly more visible. As Jeanie ducked to crawl into the back row the seam down the back of her shorts strained tightly against the valley of her cheeks. I knew the extra tension was pulling the front of her shorts into her hairy slit and that was one camel toe I was sad to have missed. Next, Natascia came aboard. She was wearing flip-flops, a simple black tank top, no bra, per usual and a denim mini-skirt with fringe across the bottom to make it look as if she'd cut it herself. I watched her peanutbutter smooth legs in the rearview mirror as she slipped into the backseat, tousling Bobby's hair on the way. I was disappointed not to catch a peek of her thong. What color would it be today? Green? Red? Purple? Pink? "C'mon Drew, that's everyone. Kick it into gear." Cathy insisted as she leaned over to fidget with the radio station. Another thing I couldn't stand about Cathy. She could never listen to one station for more than one song, she had to station hop the entire drive be it five minutes or an entire hour. Finally settling on a song Cathy put on her super large black sunglasses, clicked her seatbelt into place and leaned back into her chair. She was wearing a yellow sundress that made her high and hard fake breasts look absurdly good pressed against the restraining strap of her seatbelt, like they were being offered up to you on a platter. I sighed miserably under my breath, why did she taunt me this way? It wasn't long before I found something to cheer me up. Jeanie had chosen to sit in the window seat behind the driver, so I couldn't really see her, but Natascia was sitting in the middle and I had a perfect view when her legs parted. Orange. Her thong was orange today. The girls seemed to be whispering about something. Every now and then I could see Jeanie's hands pushing Natascia's hands away. But finally Natasica's right hand disappeared from view and did not quickly return. I reluctantly tore my eyes from the mirror and put them back on the road, but found them drifting back to the mirror more than what was safe. About ten minutes into the 20-minute drive over to the field, my nostrils flared. Was that... was it... strawberries? Cathy always insisted on driving with the windows up and the AC on, couldn't have wind messing up her perfectly bobbed blonde hair. So that meant I could see her nipples creating gentle peaks in her sundress and that the air in the van was circulating over and over again. Jeanie's scent toyed with me causing my cock to give a noticeable twitch in my khaki shorts. Down boy! I glanced over at Cathy. She seemed to be none the aware of what was going on in the backseat of the van. I placed my hand on her leg close to her knee. Before I could begin to even rub her leg she brushed my hand away, "Focus on the wheel dear." As she tugged her sundress down she smirked at me. I returned to the show in the rearview mirror. I wondered if Natascia was stroking Jeanie's kitty over top of her shorts. I wanted to know if she was massaging that puffy, puckered camel toe through the fabric or if she had squirmed her way into Jeanie's shorts. I imagine her knuckles stretching out the crotch of the shorts and her fingers visible from either side as she worked Jeanie's pussy. Jeanie must've spread her thighs to give Natascia better access because now I could see her knee pressed up against Natascia's knee.. As Natascia got more into it her legs spread further apart and soon I was watching her pussy engulf her bright orange thong. The caramel colored lips of her sex kitten closed like a venus fly trap around the tight orange fabric. She rocked forward on her hips as she leaned to closer to Jeanie and the thong see-sawed further into her slit. I could no longer see Natascia's face, the back of her head was to me. Her chocolate brown hair spilled in wild waves over her shoulders and concealed her from view. I craned my neck to get a better view. "Drew!" Cathy shrilled. The tires of the van went bumpity-bump-bump over the ridges that alert you to get the fuck back over. I was drifting towards the grass median. I jerked the wheel back to the right. Cathy ripped her glasses off to berate me properly. "Are you fucking retarded? You could've killed us! God damnit Drew grow a fucking brain." "Not in front of the boys, Cath." I hissed. Bobby and Robby exchanged quick looks each individually deciding to pretend nothing was happening was the best way to go. When I dared to check the rearview mirror again, Natascia's hands were clasped saint-like in her lap; knees together. Did they suspect I was watching? Her face gave nothing away. *** Once at the game the boys joined their teammates and the girls headed for the concession stand. Cathy and I took seats in the bleachers and I counted down in my head the seconds until her first complaint. "Drew, honey, watch my purse." "Where are you going?" I asked. We'd just got there. Cathy had received several dirty looks from the other mothers, so I knew she hadn't spotted someone she knew or was likely to go chat any of them up. All the other moms came dressed in mom jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers. Not my wife. Not my trophy. Cathy's yellow sundress flared over her hips and just barely made it past her ass. She wore strappy black stilettos that showed off her perfect pedicure that matched her manicure. And although her nipples no longer stood at attention, her breasts were still drawing the eyes of the other wives' husband's like magnets to metal. Cathy pointed down towards the field. "Why?" Was the next obvious question. "To talk to the boys' coach. I want to introduce myself." I looked at her incredulously, "What? Why? He's coaching. He doesn't have time to chat. Sit down." I motioned for her to sit down and watch her own damn Prada bag. Cathy narrowed her ice blue eyes, "Drew, I'm sure he's willing to make time for the parents. I'm the one that pays his wages." With that she flounced down the bleacher steps. I started to call after her that I was the one that paid his wages. The girls climbed up the aluminum bleachers, each holding an ice cream cone. "Hey Dad, what's mom doing down there?" Jeanie asked as smoothly slid past me, her pussy faced me and I swear I could smell her juices drying in her panties. "I don't even know." I griped. Natascia attempted to slide past, but as she chose to face her ass towards me, she got tangled up in my knees. She fell backwards into my eager lap. Her mini-skirt hiked high on her hips, giving everyone below a fantastic upskirt. I reached up and braced her arm in attempt to keep her ice cream from falling off the cone. I failed and the scoop of chocolate ice cream fell to the bleacher below with a wet splat. Before my penis could react to the round, firm ass that it was bisecting, Natasica popped up and tugged her skirt down, "Oh no my ice cream! Mr. Rogers I am sorry." But no apology was necessary for her clumsiness. "It's ok Natascia." "Yeah Natascia, don't get upset we can share." Jeanie chimed in. She held her scoop of vanilla ice cream out towards Natasica. Natascia raised her bright green eyes as she lowered her mouth to the ice cream. She was giving Jeanie a heated gaze as her warm lips sank into the frozen treat. She applied more pressure with her face and her lips sank deeper, causing rivulets of melted ice cream to run down the sides of her mouth. Jeanie blushed. Natascia's tongue gave the ice cream a few laps before she raised her face and licked her lips and the outer edges of her mouth clean. "Thanks Jeanie." Natascia purred. "Oh, look it's dripping!" Natascia used her index finger to stop a runaway glob of ice cream, she scooped it up and pushed her finger into Jeanie's surprised mouth. "Suck." Natascia said in a low, husky voice under her breath. It was like I wasn't even there anymore. I kept my eyes ahead and on the game, watching the two young teens flirt via my peripheral vision. Jeanie's cheeks sucked in completely and Natascia dragged her finger painfully slow from Jeanie's mouth. "Mmm... Jeanie." Natascia murmured. I don't know what happened next because my eyes locked in on a flare of yellow down on the field. There was Cathy flirting with the boys' coach. She playfully batted at his chest, an arm of her sunglasses gripped tightly between her costly white veneers. The coach leaned in to whisper in her ear, his handed landed on the small of her back and glided low to her ass. I swear from as high up as I was I could see him kneading Cathy's ass through the thin fabric of her sundress. When he pulled away her nipples had once again grown erect and this time there wasn't a cool breeze for miles around. Damn her! First the fucking vibrator, then she belittles me in front of my boys and now she shamelessly flirts with their coach. Did she really think I was that dumb? Any arousal I had begun to experience vanished as hot anger coursed through my blood. If she thought she was going to get away with cheating on me she was sadly mistaken, I'd have to start monitoring her little outings more closely. Cathy headed back towards the bleachers. "Oh, Drew, Coach Dewitt is like the nicest man ever! He's going to be so good for the boys this season. They really need a strong, masculine male role model in their lives right now, don't you think?" Cathy innocently looked over at me as she sat down and moved her purse into her lap. She placed a hand on my forearm. A vein in the side of my neck began to pulsate. "Cathy, you know you don't care what I think." I responded through a locked jaw and ripped my arm away from her. Foreign Exchange Student Ch. 04 Friday I left work early. I couldn't stand staring out at the big cerulean sky from the ceiling to floor windows in my office any longer. The clouds were so large and bloated I wondered how they even continued to hang in the sky so effortlessly. I told my secretary, an elderly woman nearing 60, that I wouldn't be back in after lunch and to forward all phone calls directly to voicemail. She readjusted the glasses on the bridge of her nose and nodded. The sun warmed my bare arms. As I climbed into my car I was glad it was casual Friday, I couldn't imagine climbing into that car in a stuffy suit. I was wearing a bright yellow polo, impeccably pressed khakis and belt and shoes in a warm buttery brown color. Time to check in on Cathy. I drove straight home expecting to surprise her, but I was the one who was surprised: she wasn't home. I drove over to the clubhouse at the golf course, I cruised past her bestfriend's house and even hit up the nearby shopping center. I didn't see her van anywhere. My stomach knotted up. I knew she had to be with him. I remembered the way the boy's coach had kneaded her ass like she was his and not mine. Right there in front of everyone she let him do that. By the time I got home I was more than a little irritated. I had called her several times on the way back to the house, but received her voicemail each time. Each time. I pulled the car into the drive and headed up the front walk. The front door was unlocked when I reached for the doorknob. Interesting. In the living room began a trail of clothing. Strewn across the beige Berber carpet was a pair of black patent leather maryjanes and a set of white socks with a frilly lace cuff. I followed the trail into the kitchen where the tile was checkered with a few more items. A green and blue plaid school skirt and a crisp white button down specifically. Hooked on the back of a bar chair was a sheer red bra, 34B read the tag. "Natascia." I said aloud. That bra was entirely too tiny to hold Jeanie's tits and had to belong to the hot 18 year old foreign exchange student staying with us from Brazil. I almost missed the matching skimpy red g-strip near the patio door. The crotch smelled lightly of sweat and pussy. The patio door slid silently open on its track. There she was dressed in a bikini I had not seen the few times the pool had been warm enough for a little family time outdoors. No this bikini was neon orange. It highlighted her warm honeycomb skin perfectly. The top was no more than two tiny triangles strung together across her breast. Her breasts were not large, yet the top still struggled to stay spread tautly across her gumdrop sized nipples. The bottom was a criss-crossed series of strings that hid her tiny cunny from view, but did nothing to hide her trademark Brazilian cheeks. The pool water cascaded over her ass like a miniature waterfall. I watched her splash around for some time before she realized I was there. Her long hair whipped droplets of water across her sun drenched face. She wasn't sure what to do, I could see it in her face. She gave me a nervous little smile. Something in me snapped. I was sick of women coasting through life on the good looks they knew they had. I charged the pool and dragged her out by her arm, her lithe body scrapping against the sides. Finally this would put an end to her constant teasing. I was tired of Jeanie being the only one around her getting a piece of hot Brazilian tail. "Mr. Rogers! Stop! Stop, I'm sorry!" She shrieked. "No, Natascia. You think you can just cut school? I am paying good money for you to be here in the states and to attend that school and what do you do? Hunh?" I shook her roughly by her arm as I dragged her into the house. "You just fling all of that shit back into my face!" I marched up the stairs, still gripping her by her wrist tightly. She followed behind me in a half-stumble, half-walk up the stairs, constantly slipping and struggling to regain her footing. I kicked open the door to Jeanie's bedroom, my testosterone soaring. I forcefully flung her onto Jeanie's powerpop pink bed. Jeanie's room smelled like apples in sharp contrast to Natascia who smelled like pina colada tanning oil. The sheer pink curtains in Jeanie's room danced in the breeze following through the open room. The afternoon sun brightly lit the entire room. Everything must've been so quiet and serene in here in the moments before I came bursting in with Natascia. Natascia immediately began to try to crawl as far away from me on the small bed as possible. I watched the g-strip tightly bi-sect her ass. The stretchy fabric cupped her pussy tightly. Her pussy lips appeared to be sucking the fabric to her sweet teen snatch. I pulled her back by her hips, so her hips rested on the edge of the bed. I rolled her over. Her jungle green eyes were large with fear and dripping tears. She was still pleading with me, but her words no longer penetrated my senses. I greedily eyed her delectable breasts. I used both hands to rip the triangles apart like stage curtains suddenly flying open. Her breasts were on full display to me. Her hands flew up immediately to cover herself. "It's too late for modesty, Natascia." I snarled at her nastily. "You'll have to learn a lesson about skipping school to slut around." I pinned both of her wrists above her head with one hand. My other hand was free to massage her breasts roughly. They felt firm, yet pliable under my palm. I could feel her knees struggling against my thighs as she tried to break free, but the weight of my entire body held her to the bed. I plucked one nipple and then the other. They were already engorged from the drastic change of temperature from outside in sunshine to inside with the A/C blasting. It didn't take long for the nipple of her right breast to find itself warm and wet inside my mouth. I swirled the tip of my tongue around her nipple several times, enjoying the salty and slightly chlorine-y taste of her body. I treated her breast to a few long hard sucks before showing the same attention to her left breast. Now free, my hand roamed down her concave stomach and tugged at the complicated system of strings attached to the bottom of her bikini. She held her thighs tightly together and squirmed about as much as she could. I gave the bikini bottom a few mighty tugs, the muscles in my arms flexing. The bottom clearly wasn't made to endure such stresses and gave way quickly. Natascia gasped in surprise as the fabric tore and was ripped away from her pussy and ass. Her pussy was a completely bare butterscotch golden-y treat. I had only seen it from a far the morning I watched her masturbate. And now here it was so close to me I could feel the warmth emanating from it. Her breast popped out of my mouth with a sloppy wet sound. I needed to stop sucking her tits to get a look at her snatch. It was still a little moist from the pool, but when I stroked her slit with my index finger she was completely dry. "Oh, so Daddy's little whore doesn't like cock, hunh?" I breathed hotly into her ear. Seeing that words were of no use to her, she just whimpered loudly and continued to sob. Her fat tears slid down her cheeks and dripped from her jaw onto her collarbone. Some of the largest ones even trickled down between her breasts before having been completely spent and disappearing entirely. I mashed my thumb against her clit in a circular motion, attempting to get her primed and ready to go. I was already more than ready. My penis was visibly straining against my khakis like a raging bull aching for release. The collar on my polo was beginning to feel too tight as my body became flushed with pure unadulterated lust. I pressed Natascia's wrists against her stomach, so I could get my face closer to her cunt. I pried her legs a part fairly easily. She kept trying to clap her knees shut again, but by then my shoulders were keeping them sufficiently apart. I dragged my big slobbering tongue across her dry cunt. I wiggled it between her pussy lips eager for her body to react. Short thrills of pleasure began to course through my body as I grew more and more excited. Her pussy tasted so right, so young and fresh, that I really got into eating her out, unlike with Cathy who turned the whole activity into a great chore. Between the licking, the clit play and her struggling hips my face was shiny with her pussy juices. I held her jaw tightly in my palm and forced my tongue into her mouth insisting that she taste her own juices. She ripped her head away from my fiercely. Her eyes were no longer filled with fear, but anger. I loved the way her green eyes looked all dark and dangerous. It almost pained me to flip her over, but I wanted to gain maximum entry to her snatch and from behind was the way to go. I used a forearm across her shoulder blades and my weight to trap her hands beneath her. Her breasts flattened out underneath her like peanut butter cookie dough. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants in record time. I traced circles with my penis on the side of her bare ass leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum. I guided my cock down the crack of her ass and teased her puckered asshole with it a few moments. Her body froze and grew very tense. She couldn't tell what I was thinking. She started screaming again, "No! Nooooo!! Don't! I'm sorry..." Soon she was babbling in Portuguese. Her reaction excited me, but I wanted to savor that little treat another time. I played around with the head of my cock between her slick pussy lips before positioning myself at her opening. I didn't know if she was a virgin and didn't care. Her vigorous fingerfucking surely popped her cherry a long time ago. I was more concerned with having her hot tight teen snatch gripping my cock. I pushed more firmly on her shoulder blades, forcing her face to the bed. I needed to concentrate her babbling was beginning to kill my buzz. The feeling of her joy box stretching to accommodate the head of my cock was miraculous. I took both hands and gripped her hips tightly. I pulled her towards me quickly, mashing her ass against my groin and forcing my dick in to the hilt. The sound that escaped her mouth was unholy. She clawed at the bed with her hands trying to escape me. I wrapped my fist up in long tendrils of her hair to rein her back in. The sheets began to bunch up at her waist as I unleashed savage thrust after thrust on her weakening little body. I watched her tear streaked face shrivel up into a tight grimace with each buck of my hips. Her breathing was very heavy, like a series of gasps racing into her lungs. I relished the feeling of working my thick piece of wood in and out of her tight cunt. Each time I pulled out it greedily pulled me back in. Natascia's struggling slowed to a stop. She was exhausted. Her breathing also slowed. Soon she was taking in slow even breaths. I saw her entire body relax. Her shoulders dropped and her legs stopped squeezing against mine. I stole a look at Natascia's face. Her juicy lips were so red as she tried to calmly breath in and out. Her cheeks were still flush from her struggle, her eyelids were lowered and her long black lashes lay at rest on her face. I lifted my forearm and reached beneath her to play with her clit. Was I delusional or did were her hips suddenly moving in unison with mine? Small little "mmhmm" sounds were coming from her. The idea of her enjoying me taking her against her will sent me to the brink. I began slamming into her like a jackhammer. This is when her moaning really got going. One of her hands overlaid mine and more expertly guided my hand over her love button. Her other hand appeared to be tweaking her own nipple. "Oh god!" I groaned, torn between pulling out and burrowing as deep as possible and releasing my sperm deep within her eager slutty little body. Her pussy pulsed around my penis like a strobe light sweeping a crowded club. Natascia purred loudly her eyelashes fluttered up and down several times as she ground her ass against my body fighting to keep her pussy stuffed with my dick. I didn't give a damn about her need to get off. I pulled out just in time leaving her on the very edge. My cock erupted allover her ass, bridges of sticky spunk dangling between her cheeks. I swiped a large glob with my finger and worked it into her mouth before she could jerk her face away. I rubbed it over her teeth gums and tongue. My finger slid easily from her mouth, grazing her teeth slightly and now it was my turn to tell her to "Swallow." And she did. Just as obediently as Jeanie did. "Don't let me catch you cutting school anymore little girl." Completely spent, I slowly lifted myself from her ravished body. Her hair was tangled into a ratty mess at the back of her head, her bathing suit was no longer wearable and her pussy throbbed an angry red color. Still she was writhing around on her stomach frustrated from her lack of orgasm. Realizing I wasn't going to help her out, she began to fingerfuck her abused pussy with four fingers. FOUR FINGERS. She didn't even work up to them. She was riding her own hand to orgasm, the intense need to come turning into some sort of lust driven nympho. I reached down and plucked her hand from her pussy and not without struggle. I flipped her over on her back, holding her hand away from her body. "You dirty cunt!" I growled at her as I used my other hand to backhand her light across her face. "You stop it, now." I gritted my teeth and laid a much harder smack across her already sore and puffy pussy. She shrieked and crossed her legs trying to bring some protection to her exposed crotch. I did not want her to get off this was her punishment for skipping school and she would suffer. I had an urge to take a photo of my work as I buckled my belt and zipped up my pants. I left Natascia where she lay and headed back downstairs for a drink. She cautiously watched me leave the room. I heard her moments later scuttling down the hall to the guest room. The door closed behind her with a quiet click. As I was coming down the stairs in came Cathy through the front door. She was quite tan, must've fake'n'baked this afternoon. She had on a thin sweater vest and by thin I mean I could make out her nipples against the knitted pink fabric. She didn't wear anything beneath the sweater vest as it's designer had intended and she had coupled it with a pair of blazing white short shorts that barely passed as shorts instead of panties. Her glitzy strappy flat sandals showed a fresh pedicure. "And where the fuck have you been?" I said more calmly than I would've had she come pre-me releasing some of my stress on our foreign exchange student. But there was still enough ice in my voice to catch Cathy off guard. She wasn't used to hearing this tone. She quickly recovered with the same smart aleck tone she always spoke to me in. "Um... the grocery store?" She said giving the bag of groceries on her hip a shake. "What's your problem Drew? Did you have a sudden urge to do the shopping? Yeah right, as if you'd ever lift a finger around here." She headed for the kitchen to put the groceries away. From behind, the way her shorts held her ass tightly almost made me miss that her usually perfect bob was slightly mussed in the back.